#don’t ask how long this post has been sitting in my drafts btw

[isezrahomeyet]

OUR BOY IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

[anti-romantico]

[untitled] txt yeonjun

warnings: oral (m&f), unprotected sex, pulling out method, explicit hint of a second round, idk what else

words: 4750

A/N: this has been sitting on my drafts for a while now, but I don't remember why I didn't post it, sorry for taking so long, I can't promise this won't happen again

btw, there might be mistakes, I don't recall checking it thoughtfully

You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a blurry image, caused by all the drinks you had in the past 2 hours. You could hear your friends giggle in the other room. This truth or dare game has come too far, but not enough for you to stop playing. 

— [Y/N]! You have to see this! — Gahyeon said on the other side of the door. 

You flushed the toilet and went to your friends’ call. — Damn, what it’s so urgent? 

— They just dared me to send a risky text to Mr. Kim! — Daeun said, you could hear excitement in her voice. It was her favorite teacher when you all were in high school. 

— Oh how unfortunate! I’ll pray for your soul. — You sarcastically said, laughing at her sticking her tongue out. 

You poured another drink for you while they argued about the content of the text. “That’s gross, Joo!” “That’s sounds like I’m asking what’s for homework” 

Joo snatched her phone and read the message out loud before Daeun could send the message: — Good evening, Mr. Kim, or should I just call you Jiho? Do you remember me? I’m Daeun, your favorite student. I’ve been thinking about you and I was wondering if we could meet up. 

Gahyeon clapped as she laughed. You joined to her laughter, imagining Mr. Kim’s reaction to the message. 

— God, gimme that! — Daeun snatched back her phone and sent the message, blocking it right away and chugging the remaining of her drink. 

— It’s [Y/N]’s turn now… — Joo said, and shared a look with the other two girls.

You scoffed and their faces. — What is it?

— We dare you to… — Joo started to say, but you stopped her.

— You didn’t even let me choose! — You protested, letting your drink on the table so you could cross your arms.

— Don’t be boring! — Gahyeon rolled her eyes. — I called my ex and told him I missed him, and he hasn't stopped texting, Joo sent a blurry nude to the guy she’s just talking to and Daeun texted Mr. Kim! It’s only fair.

You looked at each one of your friends and sighed. — Fine! What’s the dare?

Your friends cheered. — You have to kiss your hot neighbor. — Daeun said, pointing at the house in front of yours.

— Yeonjun? Are you insane? I barely talk to him! — You tried to hide the fact that you actually wanted to do the dare.

— Oh but you for sure have thought about some nasty things about him, girl. — Gahyeon accused you, reminding you you told them in your group chat about the times he tells you about the parties he often makes. You weren’t the only neighbor he told about it, but you liked to think you were the only neighbor he invited. 

— But, how am I going to do that? Just knock and kiss him? 

— Try to talk to him a little and then kiss him! Oh, and it has to be a good kiss. Not a peck. — Daeun said, pushing you so you could stand up. — Good luck! 

You turned around and saw your friends smiling at you. — Are you going to stay there? 

— Don’t worry, we have your back. Go. — Gahyeon said, making a movement with her hand to hurry you up-

You took a deep breath and walked to your front door, freezing for a moment. What if he has a girlfriend? And she lives with him? And she kicks your ass for kissing her man? Besides, you were in your pajamas, what if he thought you were insane for knocking on his door dressed in a big shirt and shorts?

You have never seen anyone else but his friends around. Not even hook-ups. There was only one way to know.

With your last drop of courage and all the alcohol in your system, you opened your door and confidently walked to his house. Not even a minute later you were knocking on his door, waking you up from whatever kind of daydream you were having. As you were about to run, his door opened, showing a surprised Yeonjun.

— [Y/N]! Hi! Is everything ok? — He asked, looking at your state. It was obvious you had a few drinks.

— Are you alone? — You abruptly asked. What kind of question is that? — Sorry, I know it’s late, but…

— It’s ok. — He giggled at your attempt to fix your fuck-up. — I’m alone, yeah, didn’t feel like partying tonight. 

Right, it was Saturday night and his house wasn’t packed with people like any other weekend.

— Oh, that explains the lack of music. — You said, as if it wasn’t obvious. Yeonjun nodded, still confused why you were in front of him at almost 1 in the morning. — I came because… I was wondering if you had a spare charger for my phone, mine just died. — That was the best lie you could think of. 

And Yeonjun was surprised, to say the least, you were here just for a charger? — Uh, I think I have one, but I have to look for it. Do you mind coming inside while I look around?

Shit. — Sure, only if you don’t mind. You know, it’s late, I didn’t mean to bother. 

— You’re not bothering, come in. I think I know where the charger is. 

You could only imagine your friends’ reaction when you walked inside his house. God, now what?

You followed Yeonjun to his kitchen and stared at him as he opened and closed drawers and cabinets. 

— Uh, it’s not here. Let me go to the other room, I won’t take long. — You nodded and let out a deep breath when he left the room. 

Something called your attention outside, making you look and find your friends looking through the window. You tried to tell them to leave, but then noticed they were filming with their phones. 

— Here! I found it. — Yeonjun ran to the kitchen and gave you the charger.

— You’re really sweet, Yeonjun, thank you. I swear I’ll bring it as soon as possible. — You toyed with it, avoiding eye contact.

— It’s ok, you can keep it, I don’t think Beomgyu will miss it. — Yeonjun got closer to you as he spoke, but you were too busy looking at the charger.

— Is it… your friend’s? — The last two words came out as a whisper when you noticed how close he was. 

— He always forgets stuff here and instead of asking, he just buys new ones. — He matched your tone, careful to not make you uncomfortable. — Do you need anything else? 

— I… I don’t think so. 

He caged you against the wall and hummed. — Is there a reason why your friends are filming every move we make from your living room?

— They uhm, they dared me. — You closed your eyes when you heard him chuckle.

— They dared you to ask for a charger? That’s a weird dare. — He was teasing you and loving to see you didn’t know what to do.

— No, the dare was… for me to kiss you. — The last part came out so fast he didn’t understand a single word. . 

— Could you repeat it, slower maybe? 

— They dared me to kiss you. — You didn’t know how, but you managed to keep eye contact with him, even though everything inside you was trembling.

— And asking for the charger was your excuse? Why not just do it? — Yeonjun grabbed your chin when you tried to break eye contact.

— I was afraid you had a girlfriend. Didn’t want to cause drama. — Your doe eyes made him bite his lower lip.

— Well, I don’t have a girlfriend, so you’re free to comply with your dare. — He let you go, waiting for you to kiss him first or leave if that’s what you wanted.

You gave your friends a last look before grabbing Yeonjun from his shirt and pulling him to you. You swore you heard your friends’ scream. 

Yeonjun’s hand went to your hips and pulled you even closer. His tongue forcing his way into your mouth aggressively. 

You didn’t know for how long you two kissed, but when his lips lowered to your neck, you saw that your friends weren’t in the living room anymore. You still mentally thanked them; you didn’t want them to film the whole thing.

— I guess that means you have to leave. — Yeonjun also noticed they were gone, but his words didn’t match his actions since his lips attacked yours as soon as he finished his sentence.

Your body melted into his, your hands grabbing his shirt tightly, pulling him closer as he continued to explore your neck with his lips. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but gasp and moan softly, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Yeonjun’s hands roamed over your body, his touch burning through the thin fabric of your clothes. As he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck, your mind began to wander.

The room seemed to spin as your senses heightened, your body was on fire with desire. Yeonjun’s lips left a trail of kisses down your collarbone, and you arched your back in response, your hips involuntarily grinding against his.

His lips traced the curve of your chest, his tongue darting out to tease your skin. He sucked at the sensitive flesh, causing you to gasp and moan even louder. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pushed yourself closer to him, needing more of that sensation against your overheated body.

His hands moved lower, caressing the curves of your hips and thighs, and you felt a rush of heat spread through your body. You found yourself panting and gasping for air, and you desperately clawed at his shirt, trying to pull it off so you could feel his bare skin against yours. Yeonjun complied, breaking away from the kiss just long enough to wrench his shirt off and toss it aside. Your eyes roamed over his bare chest, taking in the sight of his well-defined muscles and smooth skin. He smirked at your reaction, before pulling you back into his arms. His kisses grew more urgent, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth, while his hands slid under your shirt and up your back. The feel of his fingertips on your skin drove you wild, and you responded eagerly, pressing your body against his and returning his kisses with equal fervor.

As your bodies ground together, the room filled with the sounds of your moans and gasps. You could feel his heart racing against your chest and the heat of his skin was like a brand against your own. His hands moved lower, his fingers toying with the edge of your shorts, and you gasped at the sensation. Your own hands roamed over his body, while your tongue dueled with his. You wanted more, needed more, and you could feel the pressure building deep inside you, an ache that only he could soothe.

Yet, he still stopped, looking deeply at your eyes. You went to kiss him again, causing a whine when he pulled back, grabbing you by your chin. — Do you think your friends are worried you haven't gotten back yet?

Oh of course he had to keep teasing you. — I hope not, because I'm having such a good time right now. 

Yeonjun chuckled at your response, his eyes roaming over your face with something bordering on hunger. — Well, if they get worried,  — he said, his fingers still holding your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. — maybe we should give them something to really worry about.

Before you could respond, he had spun you around and pushed you against the wall, his body pinning you in place. You gasped in surprise, but any protest died on your lips as his mouth found your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

His hands roamed over your body, touching, caressing, and teasing, and you found yourself unable to do anything but gasp and moan in response. You could feel his breath on your ear as he murmured in a low tone.

— Do you know how hard it's been for me to keep my hands off you? Knowing you were just on the other side of the street? 

You were already a mess, your body on fire and your mind spinning, but his words just made it worse. His hips humping against your butt, and you could feel the hard bulge of his arousal through his pants, causing you to whine and squirm beneath him.

— Don't think I haven't noticed, — He growled against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. — the way you look at me every time I come to tell you about my parties, the way you blushed when I would invite you. — His hand slid down your waist and under your shirt, his fingers tracing over your stomach and higher up towards your chest. You arched your back, desperate for more of his touch, your body begging for release.

His mouth found your collarbone after he immediately turned you around to face him, his lips and tongue tracing a path down your chest and towards your exposed cleavage. 

—You drive me insane, you know that? — He muttered, his lips against your skin. — With those eyes and that cute little face and that body. 

His hand moved lower, his fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts while he continued to mouth at your neck and chest. You were a panting mess, your body desperate for more of his touch. He suddenly lifted you off the ground, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he pulled you even closer, his hips pressing between your thighs. You buried your face in his neck, your moans muffled against his skin.

You could feel him even more through the thin fabric of your clothes, and you squirmed against him, desperate for friction. His arms were like steel around you, holding you tightly against him while his mouth never stopped its assault on your sensitive skin.

— You have no idea the things I want to do to you. — He muttered, his voice ragged. His lips found yours after what it felt like forever, and the kiss was hard and possessive, his tongue dominating your mouth as he continued to hold you pressed against the wall.

You returned the kiss, your body responding to his touch like a moth to a flame. You were lost in the sensations, your mind consumed by nothing but him and the overwhelming pleasure he was eliciting from you. His hands found your thighs, and he pushed your shorts up higher, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. You gasped and arched into his touch, your body begging for more.

His lips left yours, and he buried his face in your hair, his breathing ragged and unsteady. — God, I could take you right here. — Yeonjun groaned, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

— And risking my friends to see? — You said, pulling his face to yours and kissing him. — Fuck no. 

He chuckled against your lips, his hands gripping your hips. — I think we should go somewhere a little more private then.

He lowered you to your feet, keeping one arm around your waist to steady you. You were still a little dizzy from the sensations he had aroused in you, but you nodded weakly. He smirked at your dazed expression, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on you. 

His room was dark, the only light coming from the moon spilling through the curtains. Yeonjun pushed you onto the bed, and you fell back with a gasp, your body still tingling with desire.

He was over you in an instant, his body covering yours and pinning you to the bed. You could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

— I've been wanting this for so long. — He murmured, his hands roaming over your body. — And now I finally have you all to myself.

— Then take me, don't make me wait. — You said, locking your legs around his hips and grinding yourself up to get some fraction.

He groaned at your movements, his body involuntarily grinding against yours in response. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. — Patience, sweetheart, I'm going to take my time with you. — He continued, his lips attaching themselves to your neck again. — I want to savor every moment, every sound, every taste.

His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites on its wake. You gasped and writhed under him, your body growing more and more impatient. 

— Yeonjun, please. — You gasped out, your voice desperate.

He chuckled at your plea, clearly enjoying your desperate state. — Please what, sweetheart? — He asked, his lips moving down to your chest. He nipped and kissed your flushed skin, his tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh.

— Please....I need you. I need more. — You managed to say. Your body was on fire, your mind consumed by nothing but him and the pleasure he was igniting within you.

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes dark and intense. — You're so beautiful when you beg. — He said, his voice ragged. — And you beg so nicely. — He leaned down and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue sinking into your mouth to possess you completely.

His hands released your wrists, and they roved over your body once again, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of you. You buried your hands in his hair, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. Your body was taut with need, your hips arching up towards him as you sought friction for your aching core.

Yeonjun continued his ministrations, his mouth trailing down your body, his tongue tracing over your skin like a flame. He nipped and sucked at your sensitive spots, eliciting gasps and moans from your lips. He could tell just how tightly coiled you were.

— So needy, — He murmured, his lips curving into a smirk. — Can't keep your hands off me, can you? — He bit down on your hip, his teeth sinking into your skin, and you cried out at the sensation, your body arching off the bed.

— No-no, I need you. — You whined, your hands gripping his shoulders as if to keep him from leaving. — I need you so badly, please… Please don't tease me anymore.

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. — Oh, sweetheart. — He said, lifting his head to look at you again. — I'm going to make you fall apart, and I'm going to savor every second of it.

He returned to your neck, his mouth and tongue working their magic on your sensitive skin. At the same time, his hands moved lower, his fingers trailing over your stomach and lower still, towards the waistband of your shorts.

—You're so hot, so ready, aren't you?. — His words made your body tremble. His fingers traced the edge of your underwear, sending shivers down your spine. — You want me just as much as I want you. You need me just as much as I need you.

— Y-yes. — You said in a sigh, your hips arching up towards his touch. The ache between your legs was like a burning flame, growing hotter with every second. You were desperate for him, to feel him inside you.

He smirked against your skin at your words, his fingers still tracing the edge of your underwear, driving you insane. — And I'm going to give you what you want, but not yet. I want to see you completely undone first.

— Yeonjun… — You reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing over his cheek. — Please...I can't take much more of this. I need you. I need you now. — Your voice was desperate, your body practically vibrating with need.

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. — You're so impatient. — He said, his breath fanning over your face. — I promise, sweetheart, it'll be worth the wait. Trust me.

But you couldn't take it anymore, so you pushed him, taking him by surprise as you straddled him, placing your hands on his naked chest for support as you started to hump his bulge over your clothes.  

Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting your sudden boldness, but he quickly recovered, a smirk crossing his face as he looked up at you. — No more begging for me? — He teased, his hands going to your hips.

— No more. — You replied breathlessly, your hips continuing to grind against him. You could feel him growing harder beneath you, his body responding to your movements, despite his attempts to maintain control.

— You're a very naughty girl. — He said, his hands gripping your hips tightly. — I like it. — He leaned back, allowing you to have more control, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

You leaned down to his level, brushing your fingers against his swallowed lips. You needed them on you. 

— I know what you're thinking. Do it.

You smiled, biting your lower lip, pushing him slightly from his chest so he could be fully laying down. Slowly, you took your pajama off, getting wetter when you saw him eye you up and down repeatedly. 

You straddled Yeonjun's face, your wet pussy hovering over his mouth. You lowered yourself onto him, letting his tongue explore you. Yeonjun's tongue traced your clit, sending shivers down your spine. You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding yourself against his face. Yeonjun's fingers found their way to your pussy, two fingers sliding in and out of you. His tongue moved faster, flicking against your clit, as your moans grew louder. Yeonjun's fingers moved faster, fucking you harder. Your moans turned into screams, your legs shaking uncontrollably. His tongue continued its assault on your clit, pushing you over the edge. You came hard, pussy clenching around Yeonjun's fingers. You collapsed onto Yeonjun, panting and sweating.

Yeonjun crawled over you, kissing your neck and finally removing your shirt. — How was that? — He asked in your ear, rubbing your thighs, feeling how you would you tense your muscles under his touch. 

You chuckled, knowing why he was asking. — I don’t remember the last time I cum that hard. — Your voice came out hoarse.

Yeonjun sighed and kissed you, tongue fighting against yours almost immediately. While you were distracted by the messy kiss, you didn’t notice when he lowered his pants, and since he was already on his bed when you knocked, he wasn’t wearing underwear. 

It was until he grabbed your hand and guided it to his hard cock. You pulled apart and looked down, clenching around nothing at the sight of your hand under his while jerking him off. You felt his cock all over, gently feeling his veins and caressing his red tip. You were fascinated, it turned Yeonjun on, letting you take a little control, laying back and admiring you while you moved your hand up and down.

You began to stroke him faster, stopping a little to spit on his cock a couple of times to do your job easier. Yeonjun threw his head back when he felt your saliva make contact with his cock. You maintained a steady pace, looking up to Yeonjun to see his reaction. 

He was facing the ceiling, showing his neck, his eyes were closed, his mouth open and his fist was clenching on his blanket. Just when you thought he was about to cum, he grabbed your hand, stopping you. He was sweating, trying his best to calm his breath. Without saying anything, he pulled you to kiss you, grabbing you by your neck and making you lay down. 

When he pulled back, you two looked at each other’s eyes, asking the same thing. You spread your legs, letting Yeonjun place himself in between, guiding himself without breaking eye contact.

The way you arched your back and moaned, it was like you were begging for him to fill you up. And he did, entering you with a long sigh. As his tip pushed against the walls of your pussy, you gasped, squeezing his shoulders with your fingers.

You lifted your hips and bucked against him, encouraging him to move, but instead Yeonjun let his head drop on your shoulder, burying his face in your hair.

— Yeonjun. — You whispered his name, urging him to continue. — Move. Move now.

And with a chuckle, he obeyed, making your knees fall open completely, holding them apart with his hands to get the perfect angle, and he began to move. Thrusting in and out of your body, your lips kissed each other’s breath away and your hands intertwined.

He leaned back, letting his eyes devour on the sight of you, your legs spread wide open and your toes curled back in ecstasy. His fingers found their way to your nipples, teasing them until they were hard as rocks. Every time Yeonjun thrust, your back arched and your nipples rubbed against his chest. He bent forward, pinning you down underneath him. You could feel his breaths hot on your skin as he picked up the pace, making your head spin. You reached up and cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a deep kiss, moaning into his mouth as he continued to fuck you.

His lips moved down your neck, sucking a mark on your pulse point. As he bit down on the sensitive skin, your legs began to shake. He continued to push himself inside of you, thrusting and pulling out again, before pushing himself in again. His breath was hot against your skin, his teeth raked down on your throat, biting down on your earlobe, sucking on the skin, and making you shiver.

— I can feel all the way inside of you. You’re squeezing me so hard. I don’t know how much longer I can last like this. — He said, continuing with a moan.

Yeonjun suddenly pulled out, taking you by surprise. You tried to take him back in, thinking it was a mistake, but he stopped you.

— Let me please cum in your mouth, baby. — Did he just beg you? 

You nodded and got on all fours as he stood up jerking himself off, guiding his wet cock to your lips, grabbing the back of your head, pulling you towards his cock. 

You opened you mouth widely, allowing him to slide inside. You started to suck, wrapping your lips tightly around as you moved  your head back and forth.

Yeonjun groaned, getting closer to the edge. Just for a few seconds, he pulled out his cock from your mouth, stroking himself fast before invading your mouth again. He was fighting his urges to move his hips, not wanting to gag you or hurt you. He just let you suck him off, swallowing around him a couple of times, causing him to pull your hair from the scalp, letting you know he was about to cum.

You swallowed it all, your eyes never leaving his as you licked your lips clean. 

Yeonjun collapsed onto the bed next to you, panting and sweating. — That was amazing.

— I enjoyed it too. — You smiled up at him, your lips still glistening with his cum. Yeonjun pulled you closer, kissing you and tasting himself on your lips. 

— Are you sure your friends aren’t worried yet? — He asked, caressing your cheek.

You rubbed your nose against his. — Do you want me to leave? 

— Of course not, but it’s late.

— They might be asleep already. — You sighed, kissing Yeonjun again. He smiled on your lips before deepening the kiss.

— You might wake them up if you go now. — He pulled you over him, straddling him. He was getting hard again. 

— Even if they’re still awake, they’re going to ask the same question whether it’s tonight or tomorrow. — You involuntarily moved your hips over his, sighing when you felt his cock sliding in between your pussy lips. 

— Then allow me to have my way with you one more time. — Yeonjun grabbed you by your hips and pulled you up, just enough for him to guide himself to your entrance.  You lowered yourself, making his cock sink deeper in you. 

Once he was fully inside, he grabbed you by your face again, kissing you softly. — Let me do it. — He said before ramming his hips up into you.

[chaaistained]

haaaaaai chaai (๑´>᎑<)~* i hope ur day/night has been treating you with the kindest of hands <3

🦦 , 🦨 & 🐈‍⬛ for the ask game !!

FAWN MY DARLING !! HELLO ≈

honestly the last few days have been so long and exhausting and i’ve made so many posts and drafts but i haven’t had the time to edit them ☹️ but thank you for your kind words fawn 🫂 i appreciate you sm !!

also tysm for the ask <333 i’ve already answered 🦦 and here’s the link .•° i’ll be answering for 🦨 and 🐈‍⬛ ≈

also, includes multiple dr’s btw

🦨 : SOFT SKUNK . . . what are a few of your favorite memories in your desired reality? what kind of emotion to these memories bring about? who else is in these memories?

for my BETTER CR —

— going to a hozier concert with my boyfriend and singing the lyrics to every. single. song. and also, being filmed by our friends when hozier’s singing Would That I during the lyrics “i fell in love with the fire long ago” because i ADORE those lyrics and i want to see a candid moment of he and i when that lyric comes on because i just Know that our expressions are gonna be so full of love and happiness and ajdhdjskfjke i’m blushing i need to cuddle him right right now

— when my entire family was still asleep after a late night and i woke up really early for some reason . so i chose to just get up and start my day, i made myself some chai and went to sit in my backyard on the white metal garden chairs plus the small table. i took my current book i was reading as well as my journal and i just sat there enjoying the morning, the neighbours cat came and curled up against my ankles and i felt so at peace and relaxed and i was just taking in every little detail of the morning from the way the sun rays were shining through the branches of the trees or the dapples of dew drops against the grass blades or the cold little touch of the cats nose against my toes , everything was serenity

for my MARAUDERS DR —

— huddling with mary under the covers during a thunderstorm in first year. it was the first thunderstorm we’d every experienced away from home and usually, mary and i enjoy the sound of rain but the fact that we were eleven, and homesick, and while we had the other girls in our dorm, we’d already befriended each other.. so we just pushed our beds together and huddled under the blankets and counted the gaps between the thunder and lightning, fingers laced and tightening with every crash bang of the weather, we brought comfort to each other that night, so much so that i think of her whenever i smell the scent of a coming storm, she’s my storm catching companion

— regulus teaching me how to waltz on new year’s eve after we both ditched slughorn’s party and came to the abandoned alchemy classroom where we hide out, being unable to look away from my feet and regulus having to tilt my chin up so that i could face him as it was the “proper way” to waltz, the flustering embarrassment i got when we accidentally bumped our heads together and then i proceeded to make him re-bump our foreheads once more to prevent us from growing horns . (an old wives superstition that my mother believed in.. don’t ask) . the warmth that crept up my neck when regulus dipped me and i could feel his grip on my waist tighten and immediately realising that things would not be the same after tonight .. and after that KISS? yeh.. they certainly weren’t

for my ARROWVERSE DR —

— sneaking onto the roof of my childhood house with my big brother and secretly drinking bundaberg (an australian non-alcoholic fizzy drink !!) it was a quiet evening, the sun was setting and the cicadas were buzzing from the back of our property, we’d sat on this flat part of our attic roof and looked towards the city as we drank the soft drinks that we weren’t allowed to be drinking as per our training regimen , it was so peaceful and yet exciting at the same time, my brother always had a knack for making life feel peaceful yet exciting, i remember he was drinking the piña colada flavour while i took the pink coloured drink (which i believe was blood orange flavoured . but i just took it cause it was pink haha)

— waking up to barry giving me my morning matcha after a night spent at STAR LABS , a meta human attack had caved in part of the roof of the ccpd station, and as a result, all the upper levels were structurally unsound and needed to be evacuated (which , they could have told me sooner jfc like if barry hadn’t been there, one of the lights would have fallen on my head..) anyway - barry and i essentially had no office/lab to work out of so we took what was necessary and set up camp at star labs, commandeering the monitors and desks , but we didn’t get much work done and spent the night watching classic musicals because barry is appalled that i haven’t seen them and we ended up falling asleep on the desk itself, i think i slept on his arm or shoulder but i can’t remember, all i remember is barry gently shaking me awake after the best sleep i had in years with a smile and a hot cup of matcha plus a blueberry danish, i was a bit frozen to be honest, because he felt too good to be true at that moment, but he was real, and i kind of realised once again just how much he cares

for my KPOP DR —

— having a comeback around the same time as enhypen and our groups got together to react to each other’s comebacks, we watched the mv’s and then we did album listening parties and we just spent the whole night talking about the creative process and discussing how and why we made certain choices in our lyrics or our production and it was honestly a really memorable night, mainly because it’s one of those moments where we get hit with this wave of appreciation. like . yeah, this is my life, i get to do this for a living , and i’m good at it !! it was a night of analysing and appreciating the method of music and the creation of songs and the process of lyricism , basically a night where artists could geek out together about being artists

— it was three years after we’d debuted, me and two of my other members hadn’t really seen our family in person in a while , only short visits if we had any health problems and such (mariah was the exception since she lives in seoul) also i’ll do a member intro soon!! and our company surprised us for our third year anniversary by flying in our family’s and letting us have a whole three-day break to spend with them, all of us took our families out to dinner and we showed them around the company building and gave them a private concert of their favourite songs, our company filmed our reactions for the fans/the content but thankfully they stopped filming after that and gave us our privacy but it was honestly such an emotional moment to be able to see my parents and my little brother again after so long

🐈‍⬛ : BALANCED BLACK CAT . . . have you made yourself overpowered (no judgement btw) or are there aspects of your being that counteract your powerful nature?

for my MARAUDERS DR —

i wouldn’t necessarily say i’m overpowered but i do excel in a lot of areas (mostly areas that i find interesting) and in basically every other field i’m just above average and do solid work which . is quite similar to my cr student-self , i have a natural talent in charms and ancient runes, but i have an insatiable interest in alchemy, and due to my wand core being a lock of mermaid hair, i am undoubtedly excellent at elemental magic. additionally i’m decent at my other subjects and i enjoy things like dada, potions, and transfiguration . herbology and history of magic are a bit of a drag but the friends that i sit with make it worth it, there are subjects that i struggle with when it comes with getting marks, because my brain works one way while the education system requires it to work in another, subjects like arithmancy for example. but unfortunately i really like the content , even though it’s hard, and i force myself to keep trying. i’m more likely to drop HoM than arithmancy - just because it’s hard doesn’t mean i don’t like it, i’d choose hard over boring any day, then there are the easy subjects that are fun, feel like a free period, divination and muggle studies . but what i excel at the most, is flying, one of the best seekers gryffindor has ever seen, i will undoubtedly be outshined by my nephew harry potter when he joins hogwarts, but until his time, i revel in the spotlight of every quidditch match, so much so that the student body has created nicknames for my signature moves and tricks on the broom .. james is for sure the star of the show as the captain and lead chaser, and i like it that way, bcs when it comes for my moment to shine, when it comes to catching the snitch, that’s all i need applause for

for my ARROWVERSE DR —

considering i’m a human in a world with super people, living in the meta-human hub of the world - central city - where even my boyfriend has powers.. yeah, no. definitely not overpowered . but there’s beauty in being one of the only humans in the justice league, while i love the idea of having powers in other realities, i prefer being a human-hero, a more boots-on-the-ground type, someone who takes care of petty crime, infiltration, covert operations, stealth missions, etc . and truth be told, i haven’t shied away from giving myself an incredible arsenal of skills and weaponry to make up for my lack of meta-human abilities , i was trained since childhood by slade wilson, i was an asis operative for four years and then i joined the police force in starling city, and then central city - i have an active career where i must keep myself in shape anyway. i have incredible agility and reflexes, and a whole plethora of tactics and techniques that make me stand out as a hero/vigilante, i excel at ambush attacks so much so that i became nicknamed The Ambush by some people, my usual weapons include throwing knives/ring daggers, grappling hooks, a taser-end staff that separates into escrimas, a crossbow that expands into a proper bow, and claws built into my gloves. aside from this artillery, i rely on hand to hand combat but i won’t ever hesitate to use a gun if i have one handy (i am a cop by day..)

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

This is me…. Crawling back like the simp I am. 😭.

btw not sure if I said this yet but I of course loved the other toralei fic you wrote. IFBEUFJD I kept getting so annoyed cause you would cut to lyrics at like the most crucial parts of the fic. But I get you wanted to shorten it probably. But god it was soosksksosos good. I love how you write stuff. And it’s so crazy cause you literally said you haven’t written many smut fics or something. Like you write it amazingly you hit their relationship just how I wanted you too.

So here I am feebly asking for her another Toradeen part.

Basically Clawdeen and toralei are dating in this. And they’ve been invited out with friends. Buuuut they’ve made a private kinky bet. Toralei has a lil remote control vibrator inside. And Clawdeens bet is that if she manages to make it through dinner without cumming. She’ll do oral for her (which she loves) and if she doesn’t. Clawdeen gets to fuck her in the restaurant bathroom stall. (With of course the strap on she happens to bring)

So dinner goes on. And of course Toralei can’t manage to get through without cumming. (Clawdeen is nice tho. And distracts the friends when toralei actually reaches her climax. Cause she isn’t about to out her that blatantly. Consent and all. Ya know?)

She excuses them tk the bathroom and BOOM instant sexy times. Degradation! Praise! For the love of god Toraleis secret mommy kink she absolutely refuses to admit she has but definitely has. Clawdeen fucks her in the stall (like. Technically in ‘public’ but covered. Again. Not gonna out her and all) DEFINITELY overstimulation. Toralei always things she can’t go any further but Clawdeen over pushes her past whag she thinks she can handle (it’s consensual tho. Just gotta be clear with that.)

lol bonus if someone actually comes in the bathroom while their in the middle of it and Clawdeen has put her hand over Toraleis mouth so her whimpers are heard. All of course being such a tease and whispering mega dirty things in her ear. Toraleis clit also is hypersensitive too.

AND PLEASE NO SONG FIC! Actually wait. I don’t care if you do that. But please don’t cut off at the best parts 😭. Fisbfjsnidnsif I just like your writing in detail so much.

and thank you again. You seriously are the best smut writer I’ve found on tumblr

A/N: i added the song in the last one cause i love this ship with that song, i’ll probably go back and make a separate post going into more detail, but only if i have the time. but anywho, I LOVE RESTAURANT SETTINGS UGHHH IM HAVING A FIELD DAY ?!?!?! I had this written but I’ve been avoiding my drafts like the plague, but im bored and i have motivation at the moment so here i am finally posting this!! I hope im not too late omg, im so so so sorry this took so long but thank you so much for your request!! I promise to be more attentive to my drafts / asks for the future but enjoy!!!

also thank you sm for the compliment im always so nervous writing smut especially between characters, it’s the only reason i avoid it sometimes 😪🫶

Warnings: Smut under the cut! girl x girl! Characters are aged up 21+, mature smut, consensual, semi-public, use of toys, mentions of a mommy kink, dom-sub roles, toralie is a brat but when is that ever new, clawdeen is nice for a bit, power play? a bunch of kinks that i dont care to look the proper names for, someone walks in, mentions of drinking / alcohol, fingering, p-play, LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!

Songs you can listen too while reading: Strangers by Halsey. I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. Fill the void by the weekend & Lily Rose depp. Coming Down by the weekend.

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Moonlight

Dinner was supposed to be tame, and anyone sitting across from Toralei and Clawdeen would think that it’d be going well, great even. But of course, nothing was ever really tame with these two. Toralei had been begging Clawdeen to help her build her stamina.

“Please, you know I had that I get so tired so easily. Help me out here.” Toralei begged, to Clawdeen as the two got ready for Frankie birthday dinner. It was at a lunge nearby, one Cleo was quick to get them into. She never struggled with that, and so the girls all knew they’d have a fun night out. It would just be all girls thankfully, so they had nothing to worry about. Well, Clawdeen had nothing to worry about. Toralei… not so much.

“Fine. We can work on it.” Clawdeen said, strapping her heel in place before looking at Toralei, who was currently sliding her dress up her legs. It was short, around mid-thigh length, and was a nice deep red that Clawdeen would definitely enjoy taking off of her later. But that was for later. For now, she’d have her fun. “What panties are you wearing?” Clawdeen asked as Toralei slid the straps of the dress over her shoulders. Clawdeen walked to stand behind her, looking at her through the mirror they both stood in front of.

“The black ones, with the little lacy bows.” Toralei said with a wink. Clawdeen just grinned and shook her head, slowly zipping her dress up. “Dirty girl.” Clawdeen said, kissing the back of Toralei’s neck.

“I have an idea, if you really want to build stamina.” Clawdeen said, before leaning over Toralei’s shoulder to whisper in her ear. “But you have to control yourself. I think you’d be good though. Right?” Clawdeen asked, playfully nipping her ear. Toralei’s cheeks flushed, before she turned around, her arms wrapping around Clawdeen waist.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, her pupils blown wide with lust. Clawdeen just smiled, her arms resting on Toralei’s shoulders.

“I, use this.” Clawdeen said, before going to the pocket of her skirt, it was short and black with glitter. Clawdeen had gotten it specifically for the pockets. It was the only skirt she owned with them. In her hand was a small, pocket sized vibrator. Toralei gasped quietly as Clawdeen grinned. “You don’t have too if you dont-“

“No I do.” Toralei said, almost eagerly. “When did you get this?” She asked, before Clawdeen just smirked, tapping the tip of Toralei’s nose with her pinky, before letting her hand travel down her side, before stopping at the hem of Toralei’s dress, fingers just barely grazing her thigh underneath.

“That’s not for you to worry about.” Clawdeen said, her lips crashing into Toralei’s as her hands pushed the hem of her dress up quickly, fingers working to put the lacy fabric aside. Thankfully, Toralei was more than ready to take her fingers. Clawdeen had been nice enough to shut her up while she slid two fingers in, thumb lightly circling her clit.

Toralei had almost stepped back into the mirror, had she not gripped onto Clawdeen’s shoulders as if they were her lifeline. It only took a few good pumps of Clawdeens fingers before she was knees weak and a walking mess. “Careful now,” Clawdeen said, pulling away from Toralei, who had clearly been missing her just as much since the moment Clawdeen pulled away, Toralei immediately began to kiss her neck. “Keep this on all night,” Clawdeen said, fingers working quickly to keep Toralei on edge.

Just because she had offered this idea didn’t mean she was going to be kind about it. “Without cumming,” She said, clicking the small vibrator on and putting it on her clit quickly. Toralei gasped at the new feeling, fingers clenching at Clawdeens jacket.

“All n-night?” Toralei asked, pulling back to look up at Clawdeen through teary eyes.

“All night.” Clawdeen reaffirmed, slowly pulling her fingers out, and fixing her panties back into place. Toralei whined at the loss of contact, now having a heated mess between her legs. “If you behave, I’ll have you for dinner instead.” Clawdeen said, lips finding Toralei’s again. She moaned into the kiss, and didn’t have it in her to stop Toralei from pushing her legs together in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure down there.

The restaurant was bustling, the air thick with the scent of garlic and laughter. Frankie, ever the bubbly one, was already regaling the group with a story about her latest science experiment gone slightly awry. Cleo was perched regally, sipping a mocktail and occasionally interjecting with witty commentary. Draculaura giggled at everything, clearly just happy to be surrounded by her friends. Toralei, usually the center of attention, was strangely quiet, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. Clawdeen, sitting beside her, was an expert actress. She laughed at Frankie's tales, made eye contact with Cleo, nodded encouragingly to Draculaura, and generally acted like everything was just fine.

But under the table, things were far from fine. The small vibrator nestled against Toralei’s clit hummed rhythmically, a constant reminder of the silent, kinky game they were playing. Toralei’s leg was pressed tightly against Clawdeen’s, a subtle squeeze every few minutes betraying the turmoil she was experiencing. The vibrations were making her clit throb, every nerve ending seemingly alight. She was trying desperately to focus on Frankie’s story, but the insistent buzz between her legs made her breath hitch. Her eyes kept darting to Clawdeen, searching for some sort of reprieve, some sign that this delicious torture would end soon. But Clawdeen’s face was an innocent mask, a picture of perfect sociability.

"So, then the goo just went plooooop all over the ceiling!" Frankie exclaimed, waving her hands dramatically. The girls erupted in laughter and Toralei managed a small, breathless chuckle, which sounded more like a whimper. She clutched her water glass, the cool glass a small comfort against the heat that was spreading through her body. Clawdeen’s thigh brushed against hers again, a teasing caress that made Toralei’s breath catch. She knows, Toralei thought, her heart pounding against her ribs. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

The waitress arrived with their appetizers, a large platter of fried goodies. Toralei reached for a mozzarella stick, her fingers trembling slightly. Each movement, each shift of her body, increased the pressure on the vibrator. A low moan escaped her lips, quickly masked by a loud bout of laughter from Cleo. Clawdeen’s hand slipped under the table, resting on Toralei’s thigh. Another squeeze, a gentle warning.

“You okay, Toralei?” Draculaura asked, her eyes wide with concern. “You seem a bit… flushed.”

Toralei swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. “I’m fine, just a little warm. Must be the… uh… spicy food.”

Clawdeen’s lips twitched, trying to suppress a smile. She was loving this. The power, the control, the knowledge that Toralei was on the verge of breaking. It was intoxicating. She knew Toralei’s limits, knew exactly how to push her to the edge without ever going too far. This wasn't just about winning a bet; it was about the raw, visceral connection they shared.

"Well, that sounds bad," Frankie said, her wide eyes full of concern. "Want some water?"

Toralei nodded gratefully and reached for her glass, knocking it slightly against the table.

Toralei was losing it. The vibrations were now constant and intense, each pulse sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel herself getting closer, her body thrumming with anticipation. She clenched her fist under the table, her nails digging into her palm. She had to hold on. She had to…

But her will was faltering. She could feel her muscles tensing, her body preparing for release. A small whimper escaped her lips, this time not masked by laughter. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to regain control, but it was no use. The orgasm was coming, a tidal wave about to crash down upon her.

Clawdeen noticed the slight shift in Toralei’s breath, the way her body tensed even more. She leaned over, her hand shooting under the table again, placing her fingers right at the edge of Toralei’s dress, her finger just barely tracing the hem.

“Excuse me,” Clawdeen said, her voice smooth. She pushed back her chair. “I think we might have eaten something funky, or my stomach is just mad.” She didn’t flinch as she spoke, not even when she pulled Toralei’s arm so she was standing with her. She even went as far as to make eye contact with the girls, her face all innocent smiles. “Be right back.”

Toralei could barely manage a nod, her body trembling. Clawdeen, her arm around Toralei’s waist, guided her towards the restrooms with swift precision. Each step was torture.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Clawdeen pinned Toralei against the cool tiles of the bathroom door, her lips capturing Toralei’s in a hungry, possessive kiss. She nipped at Toralei’s bottom lip, teeth grazing her skin. Clawdeen's fingers moved quickly, working the dress up and tugging at the lacy edge of her panties. Toralei was whimpering into the kiss, hands gripping her jacket as if it were a lifeline.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten,” Clawdeen whispered against her lips, her voice low and husky. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric, a testament to Toralei’s arousal.

Toralei’s head fell back against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I couldn’t… I couldn’t hold on…,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

Clawdeen chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “I know you couldn’t,” she said, her fingers tracing the seam of Toralei’s panties. “And now you get your reward.”

Clawdeen pulled away and retrieved her small satchel from behind her, the one she had strategically placed with a special pocket. She pulled out the strap-on, the sleek black silicone glinting under the dim bathroom lights. Toralei’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She loved this. This dominant, possessive side of Clawdeen turned her into a mess.

"Ready to get punished, kitten?" Clawdeen purred, holding the strap-on up, teasingly.

"Y-yes" Toralei was a mess, her voice a weak whimper. Clawdeen knew what she was doing, and Toralei was helpless to fight against it.

She quickly strapped the harness on securely, Toralei watching her with wide, needy eyes. Clawdeen took her time, dragging the silicone against Toralei’s clit, each moment a tease. Toralei was biting her lip hard, and Clawdeen’s smirk became a full blown grin.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren’t you?” Clawdeen asked, her voice dangerously soft.

“Yes, Mommy,” Toralei whispered, the word a raw, vulnerable admission she tried so hard to suppress.

Clawdeen’s eyes darkened. That word always did something to her. “That’s right, kitten. You’re going to be so good for me. I’m going to make you a mess, aren’t I?” She asked, pushing the blunt tip of the strap on against Toralei’s already hypersensitive clit, Toralei gasped, pushing her hips into it.

Toralei let out a whimpering moan, her hands clutching at Clawdeen’s shoulders. “Please…” she begged.

Clawdeen pushed forward, slowly, stretching her open. Toralei cried out, her body convulsing at the first press of the head. Clawdeen leaned in, whispering in her ear, “You like that, don't you? You like it when Mommy fucks you?” Clawdeen pushed in further, watching with a predatory gleam as Toralei’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Clawdeen continued, her hips moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm. She watched as Toralei’s face turned a vibrant shade of red, her body trembling as she got closer and closer to the edge. "That's right, kitten, you give me all your pleasure, yeah?" Clawdeen said, her words dripping with dominance.

"Mmhmm, yes," Toralei breathed, her eyes glazing over with want. “More, Mommy, please, more…”

Clawdeen pushed harder, her hand reaching up to cover Toralei’s mouth, just as a shaky, high pitched whimper escaped her. Toralei's eyes widened in panic, her body trembling.

“Shhh, don’t worry, kitten. We don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” Clawdeen whispered, her voice seductive and cruel, her fingers pressing against Toralei's lips. She ground her hips against her, pushing as far as she could go, making Toralei gasp under her hand.

Clawdeen quickened the pace, driving into Toralei with a newfound intensity. Toralei was completely lost, her body moving with Clawdeen’s, her whimpers muffled by her hand. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the soft thuds of their bodies colliding.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening made them both freeze. Toralei's eyes were wide with panic, her body trembling under Clawdeen. Clawdeen pushed her closer to the wall, ensuring their bodies were touching. She kept her hand firmly over Toralei's mouth. A girl giggled as she entered, giving a quick glance into the mirror before going into one of the stalls. Clawdeen lowered herself slightly so she couldn't see them.

Clawdeen smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. She moved her hand from Toralei's mouth, only lowering it to her chin to hold her in place now. "Don't move, kitten," she whispered, before kissing her hard. Toralei barely had a chance to gasp before Clawdeen's mouth was on hers. Toralei could feel Clawdeen inside her, and the feeling made her head spin.

Clawdeen thrust deeper, pushing Toralei towards the edge again. Toralei was a mess, her body weak and shaking. Clawdeen licked down her jaw, before going to her ear. “Don’t you dare come yet, kitten,” she purred, before taking a few more thrusts that made Toralei pant. She pulled back, giving her the slightest bit of space. "Not until Mommy says so." she kissed her ear again, before pushing back into her, hard.

Toralei's body spasmed, her orgasm slamming through her. She whimpered, her legs buckling. Clawdeen caught her, holding her tight, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. She continued moving, just a little, pushing against her until the last shudders of pleasure passed through Toralei’s body. Toralei's eyes were half-closed and her lips were parted. She was truly a mess.

Clawdeen pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, and looked down at Toralei, her eyes were wide with want.

“Good girl,” Clawdeen said, before kissing her softly on the forehead. “You were so good for Mommy.” She pulled the strap on out and set it on the small sink next to them. She then moved to pull Toralei’s dress back down, the fabric soft and comforting against the still sensitive skin. Toralei was still dazed, her body still trembling.

Clawdeen gathered the damp mess around them carefully, before starting to fix her jacket. She paused for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing against Toralei’s clit. “I think we better get back to the table, hm?,” Clawdeen said, her voice back to normal. "The girls could be starting to get worried."

Toralei looked up at her with wide, dazed eyes. "Okay," she whispered softly, unable to resist the way her voice trembled.

Clawdeen smiled, a genuine smile, not the teasing one she had been giving earlier. She took Toralei’s hand in hers and they walked out of the bathroom. When they got back to the tables, the girls seemed none the wiser.

"Everything ok?" Frankie asked.

Clawdeen nodded, winking at them. "Everything is fine, just a bit of food poisoning. We're both good to go now."

Toralei nodded, doing her best to play along. Even amongst all her friends, there was nowhere else she would rather be.

As the rest of the evening went on, Toralei was still a mess, her mind unable to escape the events that had just occurred in the bathroom. She kept looking at Clawdeen out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks getting a faint red with each glance. She couldn't wait to find somewhere else for her and Clawdeen to get lost in. She knew that, after all of this, she would have to do a lot to pay Clawdeen back. And she couldn't wait.

[4ragon]

Fixing Dual Destinies

an-android-child

I'm thinking about learning how to code and just taking matters into my own hands. As someone that has similar opinions to me, what changes would you think would be necessary? I want to keep the outline of the cases similar.... Maybe change a few if necessary. Where would you start if you could? How the plot would be changed? You don't have to answer this btw

Ha.

You don’t have to answer, they say. You fool. You have activated my trap card.

And by that I mean someone asked me about Fixing Dual Destinies in response to This Post and I haven’t stopped thinking about it for 24 hours.

I was actually thinking about this just the other day! I’d already started writing up a post, but that was more about fixing both 3D games, and involved putting SoJ earlier into the timeline and requires a WHOLE lot of restructuring, and since that’s not what you’re asking, I’m going to shelve that for now. This is about Dual Destinies. For the purposes of this thought exercise, we are going to keep a direct shot from AA:AJ to AA:DD. I can ramble about fixing SoJ another day.

So. Let’s get started.

(Editors note: buckle up kiddos this is a long one)

PART 1: What was wrong with Dual Destinies?

Once upon a time, in the mystical year of 2015, I wrote a short story for a creative writing class. And it was...fine. Nothing special. A lot of atmospheric stuff, about a young girl going on a small adventure in a post apocalyptic world, blah blah blah. No real impact. But it was serviceable, so I turned in my first draft. And after I turned it in, my professor asked me a question that has stuck with me to this day.

“Hey, JJ. What is this story about?”

And I’d been stumped. I mean, he read the thing, right? It wasn’t like it was a confusing story. It was about a girl walking through a flooded world. But that wasn’t what the story was about, not really. And as I’m sitting there trying to explain to him what the story was about, I realized: It wasn’t about a girl just walking around. It was about hope, and childhood innocence, and being able to see a future when surrounded by destruction. So I rewrote the thing.

And hey, it’s not like it was something Nobel prize worthy after I revised it. But suddenly, the story meant something. And I think that’s a good way to come at stories. There’s a surface plot, sure, but what does it Actually Mean. And once you know what you want the story to be about, you can write the real story.

So.

What is Dual Destinies about?

I think if there is ONE thing that would need to be changed in a DD rewrite, it would be to take a look at our three main characters, take a step back, and decide what we want their story to really be about. Once we have that part squared away, I think everything else will start falling into place.

That’s right, we’re talking Thematic Cohesion baby!!!! Let’s go!!!!!!!!!!!

For simplicity’s sake, we’re going to start by looking at Athena Cykes. I say simplicity because, at the heart of it, I think Athena’s arc was the closest to a coherent story in the real Dual Destinies. Because at it’s heart, it is a story we have seen many times by now in the Ace Attorney franchise: A story of a young lawyer coming into her own.

This is an archetype that they’ve done twice now. First in AA:PW, and then in AA:AJ. It’s a simple idea. A young, fresh-faced lawyer arrives on the scene, with a dream and a mentor and a whole lot of determination. They’re still a rookie, unsure of what they’re doing and where they’re going, if they can really accomplish the things they’ve set out to do, but by golly they’re going to keep moving forward anyway. 

I guess you could call it a coming of age story? Maybe? I dunno, but at the very least, this is the setup for Athena Cykes in the original text. There’s also a whole thing about her revolutionary ideas about bringing psychology into the courtroom, but we’ll get back to that in a bit. Put a pin there.

SO. What works and what doesn’t about Athena Cykes? She’s set up to be the very traditional AA protagonist. She’s very Phoenix Wright Game One. No one believes in her, especially not the person she wants to save, but she’s desperate to try.

I think Athena’s story really trips in two spots: the starting line and the finish line. She starts off strong in the tutorial, and then

in bursts Phoenix Fucking Wright, star of three previous games, in to wrestle the controls out of Athena’s hands like my older brother when he found me trying to play his copy of Ocarina Of Time that one time as a child. 

And again, at the end of the game, both Athena and Simon’s names have been cleared (from killing Metis), Simon’s cuffs have been removed, the final confrontation has been set up beautifully. And yet. And yet!!!! Athena has once again been relegated back to co-counsel. Co-counsel! My beautiful girl! My little courtroom revolutionaire! This was supposed to be her big day! Her time to shine! But no, we have to end with a Phoenix PoV, so off Athena goes, shoved into her little corner to turn on her little gimmick necklace while Phoenix does the heavy lifting.

Fuck you Capcom.

So how do we fix this? Why, we put Athena back in the drivers seat for these pivotal moments, and make Phoenix co-counsel!

This doesn’t necessarily fix every problem. I’m not crazy about Phoenix having to swoop in and save her during the tutorial, but at the same time, if we’ve establishing Phoenix as a key player, we probably have to introduce him as early as we reasonably can. Having Phoenix jump in as co-counsel seems like a decent compromise in that respect.

So that’s one character down. Again, simple, easy fix. All the pieces are there for a great Athena story, we just have to give them some time to breathe.

NEXT UP we have Phoenix Middlename Wright. My main man Mr. Wright. My buddy Nick. So first we ask ourselves: what is Phoenix’s story about?

A story doesn’t end after the rookie becomes a pro. Phoenix’s journey and growth didn’t end by Justice for All and Trials & Tribulations. He grew. He changed. He had to learn what being an attorney really meant to him. He had to learn what truth and justice and trust meant to him. These are all meaningful journeys to go on. And I think there’s a meaningful story to go on in Dual Destinies, if they could just lean in on what makes Dual Destinies Phoenix interesting.

Dual Destinies exists in a post AJ world. Phoenix got his badge back in the DLC case, and can finally go back to practicing law. Dual Destinies is about him becoming a lawyer again. But in Dual Destinies, all that amounts to is one DLC case about an orca, busting into the tutorial like Goku killing Golden Frieza, and then revealing he’d been working with Miles in the final case.

So what if....and hear me out.....what if we fixed The Dark Age of the Law.

We wouldn’t call it that, of course. As I’ve said so many fucking times, The Dark Age of the Law is a stupid contrived garbage nonsense mess. It’s unusable as-is. But there was an intention behind the Dark Age of the Law, there was a reason they tried to make Fetch work. People didn’t trust courts, or justice, or yadda yadda yadda.

But what if they didn’t trust Phoenix.

Like I said, Simon Blackquill is not a good candidate for Dark Age of the Law nonsense. His story has nothing to do with corruption. But Phoenix’s DOES. Phoenix built his career and reputation on defending the undefendable, and doing it in the name of truth and justice. And then he got caught forging evidence!!! Seven years of a tarnished reputation can’t just disappear overnight.

Plus, this Phoenix has gone through seven years of disbarment. This Phoenix already lost everything. He spent seven years with Kristoph, being maligned unfairly by the world around him.

So what about this for a Phoenix story:

Phoenix Wright has regained his badge. He took the bar, and he all clear to go. And yet, he can’t bring himself to actually lead a defense. Some of it is people not fully trusting him yet. Some of it is his own fears and frustrations. He’s happy to co-counsel, but after being left behind for seven years, and seeing the worst sides of the justice system, he’s not sure he’d be able to go back to how things were.

Eh? Ehh? Now there’s an interesting story right there. THAT’S your fucking Dark Age of the Law, Dual Destinies.

And last but not least, Apollo.

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So for real. What the fuck was Apollo’s Dual Destinies plotline?

Listen. I have been in love with Apollo Justice from the first time I saw his art. He is beautiful and I care for him dearly. I want to hold him in my arms and tell him everything will be okay.

And at that end stretch of Dual Destinies I was ready to fucking murder him. 

What the fuck was the point of all that? It was deeply frustrating and unsatisfying. I know I’m all for angst, but that just felt, I don’t know, gimmicky? Oh, Apollo is angwy and going through his emo phase, showing up out of nowhere to be the most pointless obstacle in the world (WHILE TRUCY WAS KIDNAPPED). It came out of nowhere and was unsatisfying to watch resolve.

What was Apollo’s story? There was none! At least, nothing set up in the previous cases. Nothing meaningful, nothing that made me feel like he was growing progressing and changing as a person.

Out of all of the stories set up in DD, his needs to be tweaked the most. There was nothing set up here. So what pieces do we have, and how can we make something usable out of it?

First, to start with, I am not against Apollo getting so many backstories. Clay Terran, conceptually, is not a huge deal. I mean, is ‘Apollo has a best friend’ really any worse than ‘Phoenix was framed for murder by his college girlfriend?’ At the end of the day, no. These are both new backstory elements thrown in for the heck of it. But Dahlia Hawthorne is an interesting, fleshed out antagonist, and Clay, while good for providing fic writers with some Apollo angst, isn’t a presence in his own story. Clay’s death, while interesting, did not help BUILD on anything we know about Apollo. (Not that I’m crazy about Feenie but at least Dahlia was relevant to post-Feenie Phoenix’s growth)

So. We want to take this Apollo angst and find a way to make it meaningful. There’s some scaffolding there, but how to we build this bitch into a house?

This one is a little more nebulous. Up to interpretation if you will. What can we do with this character? But let’s think. If you take a step back, his story arc seems to be about trust. Who to trust. How to trust. Feeling like his trust has been betrayed. 

Even throughout his first game, betrayal of trust has been a pretty consistent theme. Kristoph, and then Phoenix, and even Trucy in a lot of regards. Wocky and Alita he didn’t trust. Lamiroir and Machi constantly lied to him. He is being betrayed and pushed around all the time. Dual Destinies drops that aspect of Phoenix and Apollo’s dynamic, but then that issue of trust and betrayal comes back in full swing by the end with Apollo and Athena in case 4 and 5.

But it just...doesn’t feel earned? It feels manufactured. It’s angst for the sake of being edgy, not for the sake of growth.

I feel like if we just honed in on that feeling, on that little thread, we could make something interesting with it. How? I think this one is up to interpretation. Maybe he isn’t very trustful of Athena at first. Maybe he’s frustrated by the Wrights’ treatment of him, not just in a ‘oh darn, babysitting again’ kind of way, like actually examining his feelings so that he can grow from them. Especially with the comparison to how Phoenix treats Athena throughout DD.

Also, maybe introduce Clay earlier? I know they kept dropping like “oh my friends and I did this, my one friend would love that,” but again, that’s not really very tangible. Give us a bit of personality. Have them talk. Establish that Apollo trusts Clay. Maybe have him talk to Clay about the rest of the WAA. Show that they have a rapport. Stuff like that.

PART 1.5: I Should Probably Mention The Antagonist

Why did I decide to structure this post like this?

So let’s talk about the main baddie.

I’ve talked about this before. I’ve mentioned it many times. The big reveal caught me off guard. I’ve accurately predicted the Real Culprit in maybe 90% of the cases I’ve played. I like mystery stories, it’s fun to guess what would make the story the most interesting.

It also might indicate that there wasn’t a lot of foreshadowing going on there.

I’ve seen plenty of posts discussing how he could’ve been done better. More hints earlier in the game. Maybe he could’ve disguised himself as someone else, like Miles or Clay or Starbuck. Maybe he didn’t have to be a fucking Scooby Doo villain by the end of it.

But I think the problems here go deeper than that.

What does this villain do to serve the narrative? What greater purpose, I mean? Who is he challenging, not just as a villain, but emotionally?

Let’s look at the other villains of the series. 

Manfred von Karma is everything we hate about Miles turned up to eleven, and represents a worldview that Phoenix Wright is anathema to. He’s not exactly a deep, complex character like Miles is. He’s corruption and vanity and pride and ego. He’s selfishness and cruelty, and in the end, those are the traits that damned him. His win record drives him to murder, and trying to frame Miles for the murder is what digs his grave. And all the while, Phoenix does the right thing and wins.

Matt Engarde is all of the things Manfred is, but he’s also a choice. He forces Phoenix to evaluate everything he holds dear. Truth and justice, or your loved ones? Sacrifice your ideals, or sacrifice Maya? And yet, Matt Engarde’s selfishness also forces Phoenix to trust Miles, his best friend who left him, who betrayed him and walked out of his life. You know what undoes Matt Engarde? His mistrust of others. His need to be one step ahead of someone asking for his trust. Recording an assassin on camera. Phoenix trusts Miles, and that’s how they win.

You can look at any of these characters, understand their worldviews, and think about how these worldviews challenge the protagonists. Dahlia, Kristoph, [aai2 spoiler], I’d even include Godot on here. It’s not just a person framing someone for murder or throwing coffee, it’s about what these characters believe in, or what they represent.

So what does the Phantom believe in? What is the Phantom challenging? How does the Phantom factor into any of the established character arcs? I guess he betrays the characters, because he was a decently-established main cast member from case 2, but like. I dunno, that feels too surface level.

What are our themes going on so far? Trust? Corruption? Emotions, sort of? The only story that the Phantom directly ties into is Simon Blackquill’s, and I feel like they absolutely could’ve done so much more to cement this man as a standout antagonist.

Who is the Phantom? He’s basically [aai spoiler] without any sort of depth. He’s a blank slate. An emotionless killer. A spy. But. Why? Why did he have to kill for a moon rock in the first place? It’s the same issue I have with the antagonist of Investigations 1 but worse somehow. They give us a big, macro problem, but don’t give us any real context or weight as to why it matters. Who stands to benefit from sabotaging Gyaxia and why should we care? I get that it���s become ‘personal’ to him, but even that doesn’t feel fleshed out enough.

So what I propose is this: Find a way to tie this character in with the main characters’ story arcs.

They sort of tried this by having him not have emotions, but like. Come on. Even that was kind of silly by the end. The whole “oh he doesn’t remember how to emote properly” ended up really sanding down any edges this guy might’ve had. I would’ve much preferred if he were intimidating. 

Past that...I think THIS is the place to really drill down on that emotions and psychology thread that Athena has. Her whole schtick is this stuff about hearing people’s hearts, feeling what they’re feeling, and wanting desperately to help them. That’s what makes her interesting as a character, it’s a fascinating character choice and I love it to death.

So play that up! Make the Phantom less silly and more...I don’t know, dismissive? Emotionless? Cruel? And establish that as an actual worldview. Athena cares so much about Simon because she could feel his pain when he confessed to a murder he didn’t do. The Phantom saw that pain and used it to drive Simon deeper into his untimely grave. Athena believes in emotions so hard, and the Phantom truly believes he’s better for lacking them. It’s an interesting character beat! Use it!

And what about Apollo’s character beats about trust? This man is a master manipulator, enough to manipulate Simon pretty effectively. So play that up! The Phantom had a Phoenix mask, for goodness sake, why not have that as a story beat? Apollo’s trust gets whittled down by a man pretending to be his boss. Or, hey. What about if at some point pre 5-4, the Phantom was Clay or Starbuck? Can you imagine how trust-shattering that could be?

And as for Phoenix, think about it this way: Apollo refuses to take on Athena’s case. Athena is in prison and can’t exactly gather evidence. This is the setup to force him back into a spotlight he’s not sure he’s ready for. Wham boom bam, interesting story arc. You could even work in the hostage situation, on the condition that you write it better than in the main story.

But we’ll get to that.

PART 2: How Do We Rework the Cases?

So you’ve read this far. Congratulations. Also. Why? We’re at 3000 words.

ANYWAY

Spirit of Justice and Dual Destinies have a lot of similar problems. However, unlike Spirit of Justice, which I genuinely think is so foundationally flawed that it would need to be gutted and rebuilt from the ground up in order to work, Dual Destinies has a pretty solid skeleton of an Ace Attorney game. The writing is a little slipshod in places, but the overarching story is there and ready to go.

If we are planning to keep the general structure in place, which I believe you requested, then we have to take a look at both the story as a whole and each individual piece. We want to end at the same place, namely, the confrontation with the Phantom and, more importantly, the emotional payoff of Simon and Athena’s backstory (and solving Clay’s murder I guess).

I think the strongest part of the story we have now is Athena and Simon’s overarching story, the thing that drives the narrative. It’s compelling, it’s interesting, and I think it’s paced well. Again, similar in structure to AA:PW, dropping little backstory hints through the first several cases until the reveal in the final case-and-a-half.

So, for overall story changes, we only have two squeaky wheels on this tricycle we call hell. Phoenix and Apollo. We already have the basis for the changes we want to make, so the question is, how do we pace these new stories? Where do we add, where do we cut? How do we make Apollo’s story feel believable, instead of shoving it all in at the end? How do we weave in this new Phoenix Wright? 

Plus, how do we add just a HINT of foreshadowing about the Phantom without it being too terribly obvious? That I think could just sort of happen in moments throughout, I don’t think good old Bobert was used too effectively over the course of four cases. Just weird moments where he seems Wrong, or where you see the Phantom in disguise.

Of course, there’s also just individual character writing that could stand to be tweaked, but for now, we’re just looking at structure. Let’s go over the cases.

Note: This is mostly me throwing spaghetti at the wall. You can do whatever you want with character beats.

CASE 1: Countdown to the Turnabout or whatever

It’s...not my favorite tutorial case. Serviceable! Long. Is this the only two-day tutorial in the series?

This case can stay relatively in tact. I’m not crazy about No-Explanation Mummypollo, it really feels like a shock-value thing, but we’re keeping the overarching story, so in it goes. Juniper is cute, Athena’s introduction works very well.

But this is where we start working with New Phoenix. Yes he bursts in, gussied up in the suit his husband/sugar daddy Miles bought for him, and everyone comments on his return to form, but he stays as co-counsel, second in command. This is where we start his narrative. Why is Phoenix back? Why doesn’t he want to take the lead, insisting Athena should take charge? Tune in next week to find out.

CASE 2: The Turnabout Monster

Again. Serviceable. Not my favorite case. Specifically, this is when it became apparent to me that this game LOVES weird shock value plot twists that lead nowhere. Oh No, Mayor Tenma Is Possessed By A Yokai. No he isn’t. Shut up.

Anyway.

An Apollo PoV case, and also Athena’s introduction. That can stay as-is. However, this I think is where we start working on Apollo’s story beats.

Apollo clearly doesn’t Get Athena, but I feel like they get chummy pretty quick. It was the same with Phoenix and Maya. There were a lot of early moments in AA:PW where Phoenix was like “What is UP with this girl??” and Apollo is much the same way with Athena. She’s quirky, and he’s a little thrown off by it.

But this is where you can start to write with intention. Apollo doubtful or her motivation. Apollo unsure if she’s someone he can actually trust. Maybe this is where we introduce Clay, to give someone Apollo can voice his doubts to, maybe someone who can encourage him to trust her.

(Note: it’s important to be able to write this attitude without Apollo coming off as an asshole. That’d be easy to do I feel. He’s a sweet guy at the heart of it all.)

Anyway, past that, I think the case can stay largely the same. This section is less about the case and more about the characters getting to know each other, and that’s fine.

But please. Please. I hate the possession stuff. Oh Damian is possessed or no he isn’t. Oh Jinxie is possessed or no she also isn’t. That shit is annoying. We’re in a world where spirit channeling is real, why half-ass this stuff? Why yank us around? Before DD, the world at least felt believable. The crazy stuff that happened felt grounded in reality. I don’t know. That rubbed me the wrong way.

CASE 3: Turnabout Murder Classroom

Oh boy.

This case. Needs work.

First! Fix the transphobia! That is the only possible dealbreaker. I tend to interpret Robin as a trans girl who wants to come out of the closet, but no matter how you interpret her, just!! do!! anything else with that ‘reveal’ good lord.

I have some other small tweaks to the case itself. Maybe make it a college and not a high school. Maybe do something other than a love triangle. Maybe do something less weird for Hugh O’Conner. I don’t have any real suggestions for what to replace these with, and if you just went with the normal story, then. You know. W/e. But I don’t think they worked.

Also, this case is long! Long and insubstantial! The most important part was Athena’s panic attack at the end! I think you could stand to trim it.

Also Means’s second form was much less intimidating! That normal face of his is horrifying on its own! The chalkboard writing didn’t add much!

Also why can’t I make Apollo kiss Klavier where is my kiss button??

That being said, I think the general plot of this case has the makings of some interesting character beats, if you can make it work. You know! Corruption! Mistrusting the law! And the fact that they invited Phoenix and Klavier!

Maybe we could touch on AA4? Or Phoenix’s feelings on his standing in the world of law? Did the corrupt teacher invite Phoenix thinking they were cut from the same cloth? Phoenix investigates with Athena for a while, maybe that can come up. Maybe Klavier can have more relevance to the story. That could give this ‘corruption’ story a bit more weight, instead of what we had now.

ALSO

If we’re going for a story about Apollo learning to trust Athena before that trust gets mercilessly strangled to death in case 4, the part at the end where he encourages her would make for an excellent character beat!

CASE 4: Cosmonaut Turnabout

Man, I barely remember what happens in this section, it’s mostly a transition case, right? I don’t think you’d have to change too much. I think Phoenix is in charge when Apollo leaves, but hey, I’ll leave that up to your discretion if this is where Phoenix starts taking charge over Athena.

HOWEVER

This is also when they start establishing the Phantom, so hopefully by this point we’ve added some little Phantom-y details throughout. Just as a note. Like oh I saw this person earlier but they don’t remember seeing me! Stuff like that.

CASE 5: That One Song From Annie

And here we are at the final stretch.

Again, Athena’s role stays largely the same, and Phoenix’s role stays largely the same. Now we just have to tweak Apollo.

And also Trucy.

Okay wait actually yeah I’ve never gone on this tangent on tumblr before but the whole hostage situation makes me so angry, specifically the way Apollo is just So Fucking Willing to keep the trial going to make a fucking point. 

Like I don’t CARE how upset you are at Phoenix and Athena, I just cannot believe that Apollo would be perfectly willing to leave Trucy in danger. Maybe he had reason to believe she wasn’t in danger? Maybe he trusted that Aura was all talk and no action? Maybe! I don’t know! We don’t get a lot of fucking INSIGHT into what he’s doing, do we!!!

Plus, at times it feels like Trucy’s life being threatened is barely a blip on Phoenix’s fucking radar. That could be handled a little better.

Couple of options. We could remove the hostage situation, but at the same time, I don’t know if it makes sense to have Trucy behind the bench with us. And yet I want her in the story anyway, she’s wonderful and I love her. Maybe we could get some Apollo Investigation Perspective? See more of Trucy that way, see her keeping her cool in a hostage situation and helping Apollo out? Apollo finds something out and shows up to the trial with a clutch piece of evidence, a la that one scene in PLvsPW, except Apollo thinks it proves Athena’s guilt and we show it doesn’t. I dunno. It just needs fixing. That’s just a bad character writing choice and I hate it.

ALSO ALSO ALSO I hate the ‘robot apocalypse’ fakeout too. It’s so stupid. Immersion breaking I’d say. I almost threw my 3DS. Stop putting these fakeout moments in. The only one that can stay is Simon being a death row convict prosecuting and that’s due to necessity.

Past that....I think we’ve already kind of covered everything else? This is the culmination of all the other changes. Phoenix and Athena and Apollo’s stories all come to a head, we challenge the Big Bad we’ve been building up since the beginning.  Badda bing, badda boom, we have a workable story.

And it only took......4590 words.....god why did I write this?

Anyway. As it turns out, if you say Dual Destinies in front of a mirror three times, I will crawl out from the pipes and gnaw through your furniture like some sort of angry rodent. Happy trails and happy trials.

The End

[explosivenebula]

Hi! I saw where did the " I'll always protect you" so I was wondering if you could do that but this time with a s/o who was physically attacked by their family along with mentally and emotionally (since unfortunately my parents used to that when I was young)hides their emotions, and has a hard time expressing themselves along with they don't really cry a lot since they used to get themselves to sleep as a child. (Also with the same bakugo, midoriya and kirishima please!)

Ahh I feel like this is confusing!!! Sorry this is my first time asking for stuff like these! You do amazing writing btw ♡

Of course, thanks for your request! First I’d just like to say abuse is something no one on earth deserves to be put through. It’s horrible, and often makes a lot of people regret many decisions. I’m so proud of you for getting through that! If anyone reading this is going through abuse, don’t be afraid to speak up and help defend yourself and those around you. There will always be people willing to help! 

I got a little stuck with Kirishima, so I skipped over him for now, but this headcanon idea with him has been added to the draft list for me to complete a little later. Hopefully I can get back on track with him! I’ll be doing things a little different to the first as well as the request you’ve asked, so hopefully you enjoy this!

MASTERLIST

‘Emotionally Absent’ Bakugou and Midoriya x reader Headcanons {REQUEST}

PAIRINGS: Bakugou x reader, Midoriya x reader

WARNINGS: Mentions and descriptions of emotional, mental and physical abuse, mentions of depressive actions and thoughts

GENRE: Slight Angst, fluff comfort 

POST TYPE: Headcanons

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If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender-neutral reader/perspective unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)

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- 07.21.2021 -

MIDORIYA IZUKU

╰☆╮Midoriya isn’t the most observant of the class, but becoming closer to you and being able to call you his s/o leaves many opportunities for him to notice the small actions or mannerisms you may take on. Before you became close to the green haired male, it was becoming increasingly obvious to him with each passing day, you held the same emotional line as Todoroki, if not more in depth than the half and half boy. You weren’t as excited as he was when heroes or training was announced, and rarely showed any reaction to anything happening around you. He’s naturally drawn to this behaviour, and attempts to become much more inclusive around you, hoping to treat you in ways he can attempt to pull any reaction from you. Angry, annoyed, excited, enthusiastic or happy, he simply wants to see something glimmering in those eyes. As time goes on, he manages to come closer and closer with each passing day, until he finds you’ve developed feelings. He’s ecstatic, since he feels the same way. 

╰☆╮Barely even weeks into a relationship with him, and he’s already becoming increasingly bothered by your lack in emotional comprehension. He loves how your smile lights up around him, but the second your flourished into a public environment, it’s as if all memories and feeling are stripped from your form. It bothers him much more than he may initially state, and decides to sit you down in a quiet area and mention what’s been gnawing at the back of his mind for months. And, knowing that you can trust him, he finds out through small implications and backstory what’s been happening to you outside of life with him.

╰☆╮He breaks down, crying and shaking, hitting himself physically and mentally over and over again for not realising sooner. Part of him believes he could have moved quicker, made a bigger mark and helped you much sooner. But battling with his own mindset becomes last on his list of worries. He’ll push everything crowding his mind aside to help and comfort you, almost immediately enveloping you in a tight hug. His comfort widely consists off muttering small arguments under his breath about how heroes don’t deserve that and only villains would do that to someone, and keeping a supporting hand on your form every time you’re around.  

╰☆╮His next goal, once he feels he feels he’s drilled to you how much he loves you and how safe you are in his arms, is to get you to feel something other than the ice cold blanket draping your shoulders. His way to do this? Pure kindness. He does everything and anything to go out of his way, doing anything he can to draw a smile from your face. Putting every ounce of effort into cooking your favourite meals, making sure your getting enough sleep and drinking water, keeping an eye on your health, watching your medication (if you take any), drawing you beautiful baths, buying your favourite clothes, watching your favourite movies and anything else he can think of. No day with him is bland or lonely. And if he can see that smile on your lips, he watches and takes it in, before kissing you as soft and sweetly as he’s ever done. 

╰☆╮Around other people, he’ll help articulate things for you if you have trouble getting your point across. He knows that lack of emotion often causes a barrier between you and others, so if anyone takes anything the wrong way or doesn’t understand the meaning behind your speech, he’ll help get that to them. He’s great at reading your language and the story your eyes tell with each flutter, so its easy for him to understand your intentions. But, he also leaves you alone at times, offering his silent support while he watched and wills you to do it yourself, often encouraging you to be the first to engage the conversation. Overall, he becomes much more protective over you, eyeing everyone to decide whether or not he can pace an ounce of trust on them to treat you safely. 

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

╰☆╮Bakugou, despite his rudeness and abrupt way of handling situations, is knowingly extremely observant and careful. It takes a lot to get even the smallest of details to go unnoticed by Katsuki, so he understandably singles you out in his own agenda the second he sees you. He notices the soft gleams in your eye and how the dull with each passing moment of mentioning home life around the days end, or how you would completely avoid any interaction to do with the subject at all. But most predominately, that he doesn’t necessarily try hard to discover, is your near emotionless state. He’ll watch you completely deadpan while your classmates are sprawling with happiness, or simply brush off what looks to be an extremely painful injury. Sure, he’s tough, and he brushes things off more than anyone. But still, there should be something pooling in your eyes. And, at first, he takes it as a challenge, regarding you as someone dangerous, strong, and definitely a worthy opponent. 

╰☆╮But of course, your relationship with him sparks and grows. You stand as his s/o, someone he trusts dearly and keeps close by him at all times. He would never date anyone he didn’t respect or care for, but e doesn’t expect you to be grateful or feel privileged. He simply wants you to understand how much he cares for you, and shows how you’re the single only person who can get as close to him as you have. And even being his s/o, he never takes his curious eyes of your mannerisms. He doesn’t mention it but drops a few hints he’s aware, until finally, he decides to confront you. He hates holding secrets about others against them. He sees it as a ‘cowards move’. He’ll ask a few questions, slowly trying to rip every piece of information out of you he can. Until he comes to the touchy subject of your family, and when he sees your normally absent minded state nearly break down, pouring your heart out to retell your stories, he’s more understanding than he ever was before.

╰☆╮After he get’s over the initial shock and rage of wanting to murder your ‘asshole extra’ parents, he’ll focus as much as possible in the near future, careful not to make any sharp movements around you that could cause you to jump or spook. As time passes, he becomes more accustomed and treat it as second nature, going as far as to cover your ears at unnecessary loud noises like his yelling or others screaming, and keep some part of himself connected to you in extremely crowded areas, hoping to remind you of his supportive presence. He makes it clear that every passing second spent with him are the safest moments you’ll ever have in your life, and every moment away from him, he’s working tirelessly to make the cities, streets, and suburbs a safer place for you. You become his motivation for fighting villains, but he notices he’s become more willing to help less ‘fighting’ missions pass. He’s more than happy to help calm abuse victims down, or partake in investigations to bring down abusive parents, siblings, relationships, strangers etc. 

╰☆╮When it comes to trying to emerge your emotions, he rarely uses his words. He’s terrible at them, so uses his love language, acts of service. These aren’t major or constant like Midoriya, but considering Bakugou’s mannerisms what he does is truly an act of love. These tend to be majorly caring for you during an injury recovery, sickness, or anything that has you bed or hospital bound. One of his more unenviable ways is pushing your emotions, sometimes going as far as to purposely anger or annoy you slightly. He doesn't do it to be rude or annoying, but he sees getting angry as healthy for someone who doesn’t often show emotions. He want's you more comfortable with them, so he can begin to understand what your feeling without reading your eyes and posture. 

╰☆╮He knows you have a hard time expressing yourself at times, and he’s extremely protective over you. Sometimes it makes for an explosive mix of raw emotions from the ash blonde, but when it comes to defending you, nothing he does he sees as over the top or unnecessary. They insulted his s/o, it’s only fitting they pay the price at the extent of their own discomfort. Whenever you’re in public needed to express something to someone, talking to a friend, or talking to anyone he believes is important to be sharing a conversation with, he listens closely. He makes sure you try your best to show as much enthusiasm, understanding, happiness etc. as you can to whoever you may be talking to. Not because of their benefit, but because he want’s you to be able to grow. He want’s you evolving in your emotions, to be that person to help you do so. And if anyone makes it more difficult or he feels you freezing up, he’s more than happy to take over. If you’re ever uncomfortable, he’ll do everything in his power to get you feeling safe as quickly as possible. 

If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender-neutral reader/perspective unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)

🌸Explosive Nebula 爆発性星雲🌸

Posted 07.22.2021

Written and Published by: explosivenebula

[yoon-kooks]

The Devil Writes Romance | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fanficwriter!Yoongi

Summary: When you’re assigned to work with Min Yoongi on a final project for your Writing Fiction course, you stumble upon the fuck boy’s secret identity as a sappy fanfic writer. With the heart and soul of an aspiring editor, you’re somehow convinced by the boy himself to help make his fictional romance more realistic and heartfelt. Before you know it, you’ve made a not-so-innocent pinky promise with the devil.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex :-)

A/N: this is basically a pilot that sets up a lot of plot for a potential series so lmk if you like the idea and would continue reading it as a series! also special shoutout to @chewymoustachio​ for the love & support 💖

As spring semester comes to a close, your only goal is to make it through finals week unscathed. Like many of your fellow English majors, most of your finals are extensive papers rather than traditional exams. Normally this would not stress you out, but your Writing Fiction course has thrown a curveball your way: half of your grade is dependent on your partner, Min Yoongi.

Personally, you’ve never been a fan of partner or group projects because you always somehow end up with incompetent teammates who either do a half-assed job or ghost you until the day before it’s due. Either way, you’ve learned and become accustomed to relying only on yourself.

However, as your Writing Fiction class has taught you, a writer’s world is not built upon independence. Rather, it’s built upon the opposite. Writers depend on others for support, feedback, and revision. That’s where your final project comes on.

For your final project, everyone in your class signed up for the role of either a writer or editor, and you’ve been randomly paired up with someone who chose the opposite. It’s no secret to anyone that you dream of becoming an editor in the industry. You love the idea of reviewing other writers’ works and providing them with as much feedback and constructive criticism as possible. Naturally, you signed up to be an editor.

As fate would have it, you find yourself paired with the boy who’s pretty much slept with the entire class, including the TA, and allegedly the professor. The only person left unchecked on his list is you. Somehow, you’ve heard more gossip about his sex life than his skills as a writer, which is why you believe you’re fucked for this final.

“Hey, Partner,” Yoongi catches up with you in the hall after class. His signature cedarwood cologne is too heavy to ignore as he strides beside you. “Are you free tonight?”

“To brainstorm some story ideas?” You tilt your head and add an innocent tone to mask the skepticism. Truthfully, you know what he really wants. It’s not your first rodeo.

“I actually already have a story in mind,” he says. “But I was thinking you and I could-”

“What’s the story about?” Because you’d much rather hear about that than one of Yoongi’s many excuses to get in your pants.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he shrugs as the two of you walk out of the building and into the beaming afternoon sun. You lift an arm to block the light out of your face, only to realize the boy’s shadow blocks it for you. Apparently, there are perks to walking with a buddy after class. “I’ll send you the draft tonight.”

“The professor literally just assigned the project and it’s not due for another week,” you raise an eyebrow. Weird, you’ve never seen a college kid so proactive and eager to get a head start on their final project. Something tells you the boy is just spouting bullshit and telling you what you want to hear. “You don’t have to rush and write all ten thousand words in a single night…”

“Well I don’t have any other plans tonight,” he says. “Unless you want to-”

“Nice try, Yoongi.” You start walking further ahead of the boy. You’re forced to squint as to not be blinded by the sun. “I guess you can have fun writing your story, then.”

“You really know how to play hard to get, Y/N…” Yoongi whines in that raspy voice of his, eliciting the tiniest smirk on your face. You might not approve of his fuck boy tendencies, but you’re also not opposed to teasing him a bit.

“If you really want to impress me, keep your word and send the draft tonight.” You spin around and wave farewell as you battle the sun. “Your editor will be waiting.”

As soon as you arrive home, you realize Yoongi isn’t the only one without any Friday night plans. With nothing to do, a large part of you hopes your partner keeps his promise so you can at least try to be productive over the weekend. But ten thousand words is a lot to write in one night. It’s more than likely that he won’t be able to pull it off.

In an attempt to wind down, you scroll through the blog feeds of your favorite writers. Many of them, such as @suga-fix and @jk-seagull, are college students like you, so you can appreciate all the time and effort they put into their craft on top of their school work. While the fan in you loves to shower them with sweet and supportive messages, the editor in you hopes to one day be able to also provide feedback on a professional level.

At the very top of your feed is a short post from @suga-fix, a romance fanfic writer whom you recently found while scouring the #jiminscenarios tag for something free of smut.

“Does anyone else struggle to ask their crush out or is it just me? Asking for a friend.”

You giggle at the innocent question. In addition to writing the sappiest Jimin fanfics, Suga is known to post snippets of his own nonexistent love life on his blog. From what you understand, he’s a boy who’s never experienced true love firsthand. Recently, however, he’s been gushing over his pretty classmate. You’re waiting for the day when he builds up enough courage and finally lands a date.

Until then, you’re satisfied with reading his ongoing fictional love story featuring the popular idol, Park Jimin, as a struggling romance novelist who finds inspiration in a skeptical wedding photographer. You absolutely adore the story, the characters, and the underlying narrative, but the editor in you can point out an area for improvement: his romance game. 

You notice the two main characters lack a certain level of chemistry to get the readers quaking and itching for more. Most of the time, the intimate scenes end with poor Jimin getting friendzoned, which certainly has its charm and humor. But truthfully, you expect a little more love from a romance fic.

You suspect that, to some extent, this is intentional as the characters are the type to dance around intimacy and have pessimistic views on romance overall. However, you also wouldn’t be surprised if Suga’s own personal inexperience with romantic scenarios is what holds him back the most.

After catching up on your socials, eating dinner, and hopping out of the shower, you sit in the darkness of your room and check one more thing before calling it a night. No email, no text, no draft from your partner. Not that you were actually expecting anything, but it would’ve been nice for the fuck boy to prove you wrong.

To be fair, you know how long and painful ten thousand words can be. If Yoongi is in fact sprinting through those ten thousand words and gets them to you by the time you wake up, you’ll consider him a man of his word.

[4:56AM] Yoongi💋 “I emailed you the thing”

[7:24AM] Y/N “Ooh, I’ll take a look 👁👁”

[7:25AM] Y/N “Btw I don’t appreciate you adding an emoji to your contact info on my phone”

After changing Yoongi’s contact name to something more appropriate, you go into your email and find the story draft that the boy had sent at exactly 4:55AM. The word count on the document says 10,382. Not too shabby, Min Yoongi.

You grab your morning caffeine and crack open your laptop to read your partner’s story on the big screen. Right away, you notice the document is titled “Untitled1” which is never a great sign, but you’re willing to forgive him if its content is stellar.

The first thing that puts a smile on your face is the main character, Jimothy. His name reminds you of your favorite idol, Jimin, with a playful touch. He’s the romance novelist who attends his friend’s wedding where he has a chance encounter with a pretty wedding photographer-

Wait. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this story before. In fact, you know exactly where it came from. You pull up Suga’s Jimin fic and put it side-by-side against Yoongi’s version. While it’s not exactly a copy-and-paste situation, the romance novelist x wedding photographer premise is too similar for it to be a mere coincidence.

At first glance, you find it funny that Yoongi took the time to reword everything to not be caught by the plagiarism police. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he did a quick search of Jimin fanfiction and picked one that was moderately popular but not viral enough for anyone to notice. Jimin fanfic just so happens to be your guilty pleasure, so there’s absolutely no way you’d let a plagiarist slip one past you.

But upon further review, after digesting the entirety of the fic, you find that Yoongi’s flow and choice of words are eerily similar to Suga’s style without recycling a single line. Likewise, you notice the same lack of chemistry in both versions of the story. You suppose this can only mean one thing, and you need to confront him about it in person. Because the last thing you want is for him to ghost you like everyone else you’ve ever worked with.

[8:42AM] Y/N “I just finished looking it over”

[8:43AM] Y/N “Wanna get coffee & discuss? ☕️📖”

[8:45AM] Yoongi🐍 “Oh? I thought you weren’t interested in a date with me 🥺”

[8:46AM] Y/N “Let’s meet in about an hour at the coffeehouse on campus?”

[8:46AM] Yoongi🐍 “See ya there, my editor”

As you stir the oat milk into your second dose of caffeine for the morning, you wonder how you can bring up your suspicions in an appropriate and professional way. Should you confront him about it immediately, gently coax him in that direction, or take a more passive approach to see if he’ll mention it on his own? Because if you’re going to be this boy’s editor, you want to do it right.

“Thoughts?” Yoongi enters the chat with slightly damp hair and an iced Americano in hand. Your only thought in that moment is about how fucking good he smells, even in the presence of the rich aromas of your favorite roasted coffee beans. But you’ll leave those thoughts to yourself.

“My first thought was that you sent me a document titled Untitled1,” you say.

“I have a working title,” he assures you. “But I’m curious to hear what clever titles my editor has come up with after reading through the whole thing.”

“Pink Cheek Syndrome sounds appropriate.” Because that’s the title of Suga’s original fic. It’s also the term coined by Jimothy to describe couples who aren’t as in love as they’d like to believe. It’s a facade to fool everyone, including themselves.

“Great minds think alike after all.” Yoongi leans in to give you a high-five, but you just throw a balled up napkin at his palm. Confess. Just confess already.

“Can I ask what inspired the concept?” You bite your lip. “You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Don’t you ever feel like people get into relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship?”

“Yeah.” All the time, in fact.

“It’s pretty shallow if you ask me,” he says with a nonchalant chuckle, as if he’s not the shallowest person on campus when it comes to established relationships. “PCS is just a commentary on people like that vs people like you and me.”

You and him? You’re not sure you have anything in common with someone who breaks hearts and sleeps around so casually.

“Sounds like something a fanfic writer would come up with.” Because it is.

“Sounds like something a fanfic reader would say,” he throws back at you.

“In fact, there’s a Jimin fanfic I read once called Pink Cheek Syndrome,” you say. The dose of coffee moving up Yoongi’s straw suddenly freezes. “You’re the original writer, right?”

He swallows hard and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“The writing style matches even though you didn’t copy and paste,” you scroll back through Yoongi’s version for reference. “And besides, scrambling to write ten thousand words in one night is typical fanfic writer behavior. A true plagiarist doesn’t know what it means to put those hours in.”

“Nothing gets past your sharp eyes, huh, Y/N…” Yoongi sighs, failing to hide behind his Americano. “I’m equally impressed as I am scared.”

“Wait, so you’re really Suga?” Your eyes widen. Suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of emotions. Excited, nervous, star-struck. But most of all? Confused. “How?���

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He picks up his phone and starts typing away at something.

“I won’t,” you say, also pulling out your phone to check up on the @suga-fix blog. Sure enough, there’s a stream of several new posts from a few seconds ago.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK”

“I feel so exposed 😔”

“Quick, everyone act like this isn’t a fanfic blog.”

“We can pretend to be like a porn blog or smth”

“I can read everything you’re posting, you know.” You show your blog feed to Yoongi, who’s still busy keysmashing. When he finally glances up from his screen to yours, the look on his face is both flattered and distressed.

“You follow me, too?” The boy takes a long sip of his Americano, shifting his beady little eyes and plotting his next move. “What’s your URL?”

“You’re totally going to block me,” you frown. “I already told you, I’m not going to tell anyone…”

As you continue to scroll through Yoongi’s blog, you notice his post is gone from the day before. Perhaps that’s what the boy is desperately trying to hide.

“By the way, is it true that Min Yoongi, resident fuck boy, has a crush on someone?” You get excited because that’s not something you hear everyday. In regards to Yoongi, it’s always been sex, sex, and more sex. He’s notorious around campus for having one-night stands and breaking hearts the morning after. You’d never imagine a boy like him having an innocent crush on anyone.

“Where’d you hear that?” The boy across from you gradually sinks deeper and deeper into his seat every time you open your mouth to expose him further.

“You made a post yesterday about not being able to talk to your crush properly,” you giggle. “It was kind of cute.”

“I was talking about my friend.”

“You can’t fool me, Yoongi. I’m not that oblivious.” You take a sassy sip of your coffee and lean forward. “So who’s your crush? Is it someone in our class?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he shoos you away and slides a hard copy of his draft in your direction. “Let’s not get distracted from why we’re really here.”

“Hold it, I’m not just being nosy for the gossip, you know,” you say. “From an editor’s perspective, I think the romance in your story could benefit from you interacting more with your crush.”

For a moment, Yoongi just gives you a look. You can see the wheels spinning in his head. “Well, that person doesn’t seem very interested in me, so…”

“Unrequited love?” you gasp. The plot thickens.

“Yeah,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But you did give me an idea just now.”

You examine his handsome face for a hint of what’s to come. His signature Fuck Boy Smirk tells you he’s up to no good again. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my editor, right?” he asks. You nod. “And your main critique is that I should up my romance game, right?”

You nod again.

“What if you help me make the romance scenes more believable and realistic?” The boy watches as you blink your wide eyes, stunned at his suggestion. You know he doesn’t just mean that from an editorial standpoint. Surely there’s an ulterior motive here. “And before you jump to any conclusions, no, this does not include sex.”

Oh.

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t write smut, despite how much of a fuck boy he is in real life. Because you’re sure he has the capability and personal experience to write some steamy and wild sex scenes. And yet, he chooses to focus on hardcore romance instead, something he himself is much less familiar with. It’s mind-blowing to think that a boy as experienced in bed as Yoongi could be so inexperienced elsewhere.

Why does he write the opposite of how he lives?

“I don’t think that’s how editors work,” you finally respond to Yoongi’s proposal, flipping through his draft and writing in the margins. You have to admit, the boy has a gift. His stories would no doubt skyrocket in popularity if the lovey-dovey scenes could draw out true, raw emotions as though you were there living in those moments. As a reader, you want him to pull at your heartstrings, smash your heart into a million pieces, and slowly put it back together. All of that can be achieved if the writer gets some hands-on experience in the love department. “But I get what you’re saying.”

“So is that a yes or a no?” He sips down the rest of his Americano as you continue to think your decision through.

Given what you know about Yoongi’s track record as a fuck boy, you’re hesitant. But at the same time, the ambitious editor in you knows what you want.

“It’s a yes,” you sigh. “But only if you promise me a few things.”

“Go on.”

“One, you’ll come to me if you’re struggling and need suggestions, advice, or someone to talk to.”

“Easy. You can be my editor-in-chief.”

“Two, if anyone asks, we aren’t dating.”

“Got it.”

“Three, help me study and prepare for the rest of my finals.”

“We can have study dates.”

“And lastly, please don’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this thing. Because that would be awkward.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the possessive type, Y/N,” he smirks.

“Not trying to be That Controlling Bitch who forbids you from sleeping around, but I think it would defeat the purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“But what if this goes on for a while?” Yoongi strokes his imaginary Santa beard. “You expect me to practice abstinence forever?”

“It won’t go on forever, Yoongi,” you giggle at the boy’s silly remark. “Because eventually, you’ll find someone who can bring out those romantic feelings better than our faux intimacy ever will.”

“But you’ll still be my editor-in-chief?”

“If everything works out, then I don’t see why not.” You want to be optimistic about a long-term deal, but you can’t seem to rid yourself of the doubt stuck in the back of your mind. Because humans, not just fuck boys like Yoongi, seem to have a hard time keeping their promises. “I only ask that you don’t break my trust.”

Before responding, the boy meets his eyes with yours. You suppose tender eye contact is a skill he acquired from his flirty lifestyle. You, on the other hand, blink away. Eye contact longer than a glance has always made you feel vulnerable.

“I won’t, Y/N,” he says, coating his raspy voice with a layer of honey. It’s almost as intoxicating as his cedarwood cologne, but that’s another thought you’ll keep to yourself.

You watch as he slides his pinky into view, over the draft and coffees to make it official. After cracking a smile at his childish gesture, you wrap your pinky around his, thus marking the beginning of your deal with the devil.

[peigslayers]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Characters: Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Episode: s01e01 Pilot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dead Mary Winchester, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Banshees, Celtic Mythology & Folklore,Fire,Pre-Stanford Era (Supernatural), look fair warning there's a description of mary winchester dying in this fic so keep that in mind!, ghost mary who haunts her family, is something i hold very dear to my heart, also this started as a tumblr post but i have not got the strength to go looking for it on my blog,just know that it was basically just an outline of this, also finally i write something where sam actually gets to feature, bean sí is just the irish for banshee btw its pronounced the same

As the moon at midnight moves through the starry sky Out there in the bog land the Banshee's shrill cry The one seldom heard and that human eyes cannot see Some say the ghost of one who died in agony.

- The Cry Of The Banshee By: Francis Duggan.

For the Prompt: AU on Day 2 of @spnwomenweek

Fire. She is burning and it is pain like she has never felt. Her body is not her own, it is stiff, unable to even react to the agony. Strapped to the ceiling. The smell of her own burning flesh overpowers her. The pain from the wound in her stomach pales in comparison to the feeling of eyeballs boiling in her skull and the skin sloughing off her bones.

She should have known. Hunting is a black hole - an inexorable votex. How could she have ever thought she could escape? Even as her nerve endings fry and her limbs screech in agony, she finds it within herself to hope that at least her family might survive her.

The pain fades away, exceeding the limits of human comprehension. A single-minded purpose takes its place in her consciousness. Her sacrifice will be worth it if it protects her family, if her two beautiful boys never live the life that she has. The deal is done, the demon should have no more business with her family. In her death she can make sure they are safe.

The last thing Mary sees is the horror on John’s face.

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There has always been a ghost in Sam’s life. A woman who exists in the corner of his eyes and flickers when he shakes his head. Her haunting screams are as familiar to him as led zeppelin tapes crackling through the car radio. Together they form the soundtrack of his childhood.

She is pale. Completely washed of colour. Limp grey hair frames her wan face and there’s a suspicious darkness that stains the front of her long white nightgown.

When he was younger he couldn’t understand her erratic and ever changing moods. She seems to flip between disinterested floating to terrified wails between breaths and he can find no rhyme or reason.

Sam would ask his brother if he knew the reason but Dean cannot see her. No one can. He tried to tell Dean - once - after the woman kept him from sleeping for eight hours straight with screams. The response kept him from ever bringing her up again. Shut up Sammy. There’s no one there. You’re imagining things. Don’t tell dad. I mean it Sammy. Keep your mouth shut.

Eventually Sam finds a pattern for himself. His teachers always tell him that he’s clever. She only ever appears when his father is gone on one of his trips.

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When Dean finally caves and tells him about the monsters, Sam finally understands the insistence on keeping the woman a secret from their dad. As a ghost she is a part of the supernatural that his father fights.

And since Sam is the only one that can see her then that means - What does it mean?

As soon as the library opens again after the holidays he’s straight in the door and into the folklore section. He needs to understand what (who) this spectre is. After hours of research, there is only one real conclusion to be made. She must be a banshee. A death omen.

Armed with the truth of his dad’s trips, he makes the inevitable connection. She is a banshee and she screams when Sam’s dad is gone. And yet his dad is not yet dead. She has to be screaming for the monsters at the other end of the knife.

An uncomfortable thought drifts into view. If she screams for monsters and he's the only one who can hear her then does that mean that-? No. He slams the book closed and shoves his pile haphazardly back onto the shelf. Dean is expecting home in an hour.

But even as these fevered thoughts rattle through Sam’s brain on the walk home, he still never connects this woman to the other ghost that haunts their family. Mother Mary. Patron Saint of the Winchesters. The spectre that pushes all of them forward on this reckless self-destructive odyssey of vengeance.

She is so changed after death as to be unrecognisable even to one raised on her legend.

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Sam is relentless now. He sneaks off to study whenever he gets a minute to himself between hunting, training and research. No time to sleep - he just reads. Textbook after textbook until all he sees are diagrams and his dreams are drafted in legalese. Over dinner he scrawls as many practice essays as he can for his final exams and attempts to ignore the sniping from his dad

It’s a struggle to keep his grades up as he moves from school to school across state lines and curriculums and sometimes it’s all Sam can do not to cry. He knows his dad is annoyed that he hasn’t dropped out yet. Like Dean. That he wants a high-school diploma and not just a GED.

Sam doesn’t care. The banshee appears more often to him now. She stands in his line of sight and blocks his view of his family when they hunt. She screams and screams and drowns out all of his doubts. God only knows how his eardrums remain intact.

He knows more now than he did on that first day in the library. Has been on a million hunts. With enough time and research he could probably find her bones and shut her up for good. Salt and Burn. He never does. She is a reminder of all he wants to escape. An omen his dad cannot tell him to ignore.

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Sam sits on the edge of his bed with his law school acceptance letter in his hands. He’d picked it up from the post office earlier that day. Compulsively, he smoothes the creases over and over again, listening with half an ear to his family clattering around downstairs.

This is a good day. Dad is cheerful. The case had been a simple one - a poltergeist - easy to get rid off. Another suburban home rid of the monster. Dean is happy too. He’s been talking all day about the steaks he’d picked up in the bargain section of the supermarket. Now they can have a small celebration before moving out to a new town.

Sam looks down at the letter and knows that he won’t be going with them.

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The fight is world-ending. Of cataclysmic proportions. Sam’s never seen his dad so angry in his life.

He sits on the lonely greyhound bus to California, his only possessions in the bag he’s clutching to his chest. His lungs are still burning, hours after the argument and he can’t tell whether it’s anger or choked back tears or if it even matters.

But even here, alone on the bus, his clearest memory is that of blessed silence as he walked out the door. The woman standing stock still in his path.

She made no sound.

Instead. For the first and only time that he can remember.  She smiled.

[ghoste-catte]

multiples of 3 ✌🏼-sgmdrcklee

@sagemoderocklee you’re really trying to kill me lol

This got long as heck so I’m throwing it behind a cut. Read on for answers and fic recs! (Mostly the fic recs)

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

This is a tough one to answer for me generally because I tend to spit words onto the page and once I have written them I no longer remember writing them. And 2020 has stretched on so long that as I’m looking at some of the stuff I wrote in the beginning of this year, I hardly remember what’s even in it. I think at one point someone (@goblin-draws maybe?) mentioned a line in Sleeptalk with Me where the innkeeper calls Kankuro “chubby boy”, and I was like “Oh ... did I write that? Yeah, sounds like something I’d have someone say to Kankuro ...” 

It might be easier to talk about this in other terms. One of the scenes I worked the hardest on this year was the fight scene in Chapter 3 of Skeleton Key. The original draft of the scene was a lot shorter, and a lot of the backstory for Misaki’s revenge quest was elided. The scene as originally written was clunky, confusing, and as my lovely wife/beta put it sounded “like a Naruto villain” was doing the dialogue, when previously she’d found Misaki sinister and intriguing. Which wasn’t what I wanted. I basically entirely overhauled the scene and re-wrote it several times. I wouldn’t call it a ‘favorite’ scene (I hate writing fight scenes generally; having chosen to immerse myself in a fandom about ninja where much of the drama comes from battle is my eternal regret), but it is a scene that I put a lot of effort into, and I’m moderately satisfied with the improved product that resulted.  

6. least popular fic this year

By far my least popular fic by kudos ever is Pitch Perfect. Which makes complete sense to me. It’s a fic where I’ve written 2 characters who are men in canon as cis women, which pushes a lot of uncomfortable buttons for a lot of people. It contains F/F smut, which is something that a lot of people who choose to read GaaLee probably aren’t out there looking for. And people comment and kudos less on smutfics, I assume because they don’t want their username attached to porn or because they’re embarrassed (which I totally get, no shame there). It’s a modern AU with a sports twist, and AUs are often less popular than canonverse in my experience. I will say though that it has a surprisingly high number of private bookmarks compared to other fics with comparable hit and kudos counts. So I assume people are just a bit more shy because the premise is so ‘out there’. I will say as far as my fics go, it’s one of my personal favorites and probably one of the most intimate and true-to-life things I’ve written? So it actually is a little comforting to know that something so vulnerable has relatively little attention. 

9. longest wip of the year

If we’re going based on stuff that’s partially published but not complete, my Gaara-adopts-Shinki fic On My Way Home is my longest in-progress fic at just over 20k words, although technically I started it in 2019. It will probably end up being right around 40-50k when it’s complete, which might end up situating it as my longest fic ever? 

12. favorite character to write about this year

Okay, this is an easy one. I love writing Kankuro. I think he is hilarious. He is the devil on my shoulder and a creature of pure id, and every time I write a line of dialogue for him it’s the summation of my rudest thoughts about a situation put in the crudest possible terms. If there were a megaphone directly from my unfiltered brain giving running commentary, that would be Kankuro.

15. something you learned this year

I have learned SO much this year! This is only my 2nd year properly ‘focusing’ on writing fic and investing any substantial time into it. I think the biggest thing I have learned, though, is how to overcome a lot of my self-consciousness about writing stories with NSFW elements in them. Starting out, I was so extremely shy and mortified about writing fic at all, much less things like hugging or (god forbid!) kissing. So taking on the smut prompts I took this year and really buckling down on learning to write the mechanics and emotions of sex has been a massive learning experience. (And sorry, by the way, if I haven’t gotten to a prompt you sent me in January yet. I do intend to write all of them eventually!) 

18. current number of WIPs

Ah. The call-out question. My general fic process is idea -> outline -> wip -> edit -> ready to post (where the final draft sits in my docs until I gin up the courage to actually post it). So skipping fics that are just “ideas” on the big mega-list, I have 3 fics in the “outline” stage, 13 fics in the partially written “wip” stage, 1 fic in the “editing” stage, and 2 that are complete but yet-to-be-posted. So, like, 19 total in the offing. (The “ideas” list is even worse lol.)

21. most memorable comment/review

This is such a difficult question because every single comment I get makes me do a little dance for joy. That’s not an exaggeration btw I really sit there and like bounce around in my seat for a moment before I open the Ao3 email. I am not an especially emotive person irl, but there have been times I’ve been brought near tears by comments. I’ll also occasionally show them to my wife like !! look at this nice thing this person said !! and she’s indulgent enough to actually read them. There have been a couple comments that have really stuck with me, that I starred in my inbox and return to frequently, but I don’t want to bring attention to someone else without their permission. I will say there was one person recently who mentioned (not in the comments on one of my fics) that they had found someone who does physical binding of fanfiction and they were about to ask my permission to do that, but then the person who does the binding only does certain ships that she likes ... so that, just, absolutely floored me. The idea that someone might actual want a physical copy of my stupid little ninja fanfictions is, like, so truly immense and completely overwhelming?

24. favorite fic you read this year

You can’t make me pick just one!! (For reference, I have bookmarked right around 180 fics in the past year, and that’s not including fics that I just read, really enjoyed, but didn’t think I could ‘handle’ a second time around.) So, skipping over the ones that AREN’T Naruto ... here is a brief sampling of some faves:

Silica by deepestbluest (rated E, GaaLee, ShikaTema, and Kankiba) - An absolute emotional powerhouse of a fic that manages to skillfully interweave three complex relationship dynamics, satisfactorily resolve them, and give you ALL the sandsibs feels in just over 10k words. 

Childhood Not-Friends (series) by MegaWallflower (rated G, KakaGai) - @megawallflower is a KakaGai god for good reason. Absolutely adorable relationship development fics (five of them!) with the premise that Kakashi thinks he and Gai have been dating since they were kids ... Gai just hasn’t been clued into it yet. These stories will give you heart-eyes.

The Bright Side by gidget_goes (rated T, GaaLee) - This is the Buffy AU I never knew I needed, because I’ve never seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But truly you don’t need any Buffy knowledge to enjoy this fic. @gidget-goes command of imagery is masterful, and the way they manage to snap from snark to tugging at your heartstrings is awe-inspiring. Gaara breaks my heart in this. And did I mention Kankuro wears a 10-gallon hat? Because Kankuro wears a 10-gallon hat. 

Nature vs. Nurture by Bidiza (rated T, GaaLee) - So introspective and so poetic. This looks like a WIP but it’s actually multiple oneshots, although by the end of the second one you’ll be dying for the rest of the promised series. 

I’m a Fool to Want You by BeelieveRosemarie (rated M, GaaLee) - Turns out @tuttiefruttiegaalee isn’t just an amazing artist, they’re a writer, too! Slow-dancing that will break your heart. Listen to the Frank Sinatra song while you read this for extra tear-jerking effect.

Let Love be Known (series) by TenTomatoes (rated G, GaaLee) - This is the twist on the arranged marriage trope and Beauty and the Beast that I didn’t realize this fandom was missing. I’m absolutely obsessed with their concept of Gaara as the Beast

I Could Be by LilacNoctua (rated T, GaaLee) - I know I big up @lilac-writes Worthwhile series a lot (deservedly so, because it’s so good it makes you look at the series and go “Why the fuck didn’t Kishimoto make this canon exactly like this?”), but this story made me absolutely die between the butterflies in my stomach and how hard I was laughing. There’s one line--you’ll know it when you read it--that absolutely bowls me over every time I re-read this. 

And Then Continue by EgregiousDerp (rated E, GaaLee) - Obviously I’m biased because this was a gift, but @egregiousderp writes some of the the best characterized porn I’ve ever read. You will read this and go “Wow! This is exactly how it would happen!” It’s such a tender, beautiful exploration of Gaara’s insecurities and a very real feeling first time, for all its soft edges. 

Cake by citronelle (rated E, KanKiba) - I don’t even know what to say about this one other than ... phew, this is extremely well written, extremely hot, and extremely in character. Just read it. I promise it’s worth it. 

Saudade by YumKiwiDelicious (rated M, GaaLee) - I’ve run around reccing this to just about every person on the face of the earth at this point. If you’re in the GaaLee Discord you probably saw everyone salivating over every new update of this fic and with good reason. The twists and turns of this fic will have you on the edge of your seat, second guessing every single moment. And it will break your heart in the meantime. What more could you want?

the love potion commotion by floating_cats (rated T, NejiSasu with background GaaLee) - One of those fics where you wish the author’s sense of humor was your own. So many hilarious moments in this story, and it brought me a new appreciation for a ship I never would have even considered. 

Finger Lickin’ Good by whazzername (rated E, GaaLee) - Whazz is another one of those authors where I literally want to rec every single thing she’s ever written, she’s just that good. (Speaking of which, if you haven’t read Fools Rush In and its sequel Degrees of Separation, you’re missing out on the best possible Metal origin story of all time. Don’t deprive yourself of this.) But this story is just ... so incredibly in character for a situation that reads like crack. It’s handled with the utmost straight-facedness and it’s so. freakin’. good. 

heart lines by winterberry_holly (rated M, NejiTen and GaaLee) - I don’t even have the words to describe how perfect this fic is. It’s a truly beautiful exploration of Tenten’s relationship with her palmistry hobby and with the people in her life. My heart ached with every single line. 

Standing on Ceremony by kuroashi (rated E, GaaLee) - This is just ... such a beautiful wedding story. So lovely, like getting the best possible warm hug from someone you love. If that love one was slightly strange and socially inept, because, well. It’s still Gaara doing Gaara-things. @baphometsss is another one of those authors whose handling of smut scenes is so stupendous it makes me wildly jealous. 

Thrall by RokiRiot (rated T, GaaLee) - Idiots-to-lovers with a magic AU twist! This is such a wonderful story, and Gaara’s internal monologue is absolutely amazing. And Lee is Deaf in this fic, which I never ever get to see and which absolutely made my entire day/week/month/life. 

Make-Out Consequences by LuxaLucifer (rated M, KakaGai with background canon Boruto ships) - I laughed so hard reading this that I had to take a breather to stop crying. That’s not an exaggeration. The characterization in this fic is impeccable and the humor is to die for. Naruto’s buffoonery truly shines here, and the author’s wit is just beyond anything I could even properly summarize. Hysterical. A++. 

Thirteen Strokes by Luna_Lee (rated T, GaaLee) - Again, like, if you aren’t reading literally everything @sagemoderocklee writes, are you even really a GaaLee fan? But this fic is beyond even for one of Eeri’s incredibly excellent writings. The worldbuilding in this, the cultural notes, the imagery ... it’s all so lush and so fulfilling and so beautiful. It’s a story about love and it’s a story that you can tell has love poured into every single line. I can’t recommend it enough. 

Checkmate by shadowstrangle (rated G, GaaLee) - The pettiness vibes ... this is so funny. Such a cute story and I love Gaara’s sense of humor here. Not a lot of writers give him a sense of humor, but I love how @shadowstrangle gives him a slightly odd, slightly left-of-center take on humor that still manages to be so funny. 

To Court a Village by FanFictionEngineer (rated G, GaaLee) - Another one where my bias is perhaps slightly obvious, but the premise of this fic is amazing. I love cultural misunderstandings, and the idea of Lee trying his hardest to court Gaara ineptly is just so perfect. 

affliction of feeling by theformerone (rated E, SakuHina) - One of those ships that it would never have occurred to me to seek out but that absolutely works with how the author’s set it up. The dynamics here are delicious. It’s so rare to find good F/F porn but this is one of them for sure. 

Tried and Tested by twentysomething (Rated M, KakaIru with background canon Boruto ships and GaaLee) - Iruka’s narration in this story is just incredible. I haven’t laughed this hard reading a fic in ages. And the concept alone (that Naruto can’t be promoted to Hokage until he passes his chuunin exams ... as an adult ... and Sasuke gets dragged along for the ride) is just brilliant. Amazing concept, amazingly executed. 

a fireside waltz by winterberry_holly (rated M, GaaLee) - I really tried not to rec a single author more than once here but for this one I had to. I got about halfway through this fic and immediately started running around ringing the town crier bell like READ THIS FIC! READ THIS FIC! An absolutely smoldering Regency AU with such beautiful, intimate dance scenes. My heart was racing every single time their fingers brushed. If you don’t read anything else on this list, at the very least read this. 

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

I really can’t pick just one. I am lucky enough that @egregiousderp passes me her drafts under the table before (or without) publishing, and getting to read those is a private treat of unparalleled proportions. Some of my favorite things I’ve read this year I can’t even rec because they’re her unpublished stuff. 

30. favorite fandom to read fic from this year

This is gonna come off strange because I just wrote such a long Naruto reclist, but I recently watched What We Do in the Shadows, and found an incredibly talented group of authors in that fandom with really amazingly good dialogue and narrative voice. I also read a lot of fic for the new It movies (even though I couldn’t watch the 2nd one for ~reasons~), and damn if there isn’t a talented crop of authors in that fandom, too. And finally with ATLA making its way onto Netflix, I had the chance to start watching that for the first time and found a ton of really good fic there as well! 

fanfic end of the year asks!

[bluejaywriter]

Anyway, here’s my How To Fix WW84 in 42 scenes (or less) list:

BTW, this is a very long post. It is a whole movie :P

1. Delete the first scene with the Amazons and have the opening credits be over the 80s montage. I KNOW, but trust me.

2. Mall robbery scene goes normally, but like... less clunky. And there’s a bop playing in the background because it’s the 80s.

3. When Diana comes back, she’s wearing her armor underneath her jacket; have a shot of her hanging it up in her closet, and pieces of the Golden Armor are displayed nearby. She has dinner by herself, and looks lonely. 

4. Diana meets Barbara, and it’s the same, but if she needs something “human”, how about she walks with a cane instead of being clumsy in heels because it may be 1984, but it’s also 2020 :P (also Rucka’s Rebirth run literally has her walking with a cane??) And a girlfriend

5. They bond over the FBI artifacts from the mall robbery, Barbara’s studying something that will be important on an expedition later (a map?), but it’s not like. Placement. It’s just buried in the list of things they’re looking at. Also Barbara is smart and also knows Latin and Diana is impressed.

6. They go to dinner (and there’s a bop playing in the background) and Barbara asks what made her get into archeology, and Diana is vague, and Diana asks what made her get into archeology, and Barbara is also vague, but says she’s always loved ancient civilizations and things. No one asks about anyone’s love life. :P

7. Diana walks Barbara home. Diana asks if she’s in pain (the cane), and she says no, and then it’s never mentioned again because it’s 2020. Also there are no drunk creeps, and no amiable homeless black guys, because… euuuurgh.

8. There’s a scene with another version of the map (or not a map), and a faceless somebody having a vague, Villainy conversation about it (and not Dr. Poison faceless, just... we don’t see their face, lol).

9. Barbara gets to work early and finds out she has to give a tour to Maxwell “The Oil Guy” Lord. This scene goes as normal, and he insists they both come tonight to the gala he’s hosting for the museum at his house. Diana thinks galas are stupid, but she plays along because she wants to keep Barbara away from Max she can tell Barbara wants to go she wants to protect Barbara.

10. Insert artistic shots of Diana’s office here. Basically ancient artifact porn. Show us the cool stuff, God.

11. Diana looks irritated/confused about something and is flipping through books (although computers did exist in 1984, right? Right?). Barbara comes in asking if Diana wants to go shopping for the gala, and Diana asks if she still has the FBI artifacts, and Barbara says yeah, why. Diana says she just wants to check something later, then they go shoe shoppingggggg

12. Diana does all the things the store attendant does. Dialogue, facial expressions, everything. Harold they’re lesbi—

13. Barbara asks if she wants to share a cab to the party, but Diana has to put out a wildfire or something, and says she’ll meet her there.

14. Action scene fire-putting out that somehow relates to a moment later in the movie. Diana can’t save a cat stuck in a tree

15. There’s a shot of Diana stepping out of the burning forest and looking out over the sea, and there are burning embers falling around her, and the sun is setting, and it’s beautiful dammit. And then she remembers she has a date, and she smells like a wildfire, and the music comes in because this was the best scene in the real movie.

15. Gala scene. Entrances and music are perfect, change nothing except man creeps are like… more subtle? And more insidious/Mr. Nice Guy, sure. Diana finds Barbara Ann, and she mentions that she hasn’t drunk/partied like this since college, because she’s a confident woman who can drink, dammit.

16. Pedro Pascal invites Barbara up for a drink, and Diana is prepared to come along uninvited, but there’s an invite for her, too.

17. The three main actors from this movie actually get to hang out together and bond like atoms because they have serious chemistry. Max is a bit of a douche at first, but he relaxes after a bit of goofing off. Diana asks him about the pictures on the wall of his son, and he says he’s the smartest boy in his school, and his goal every day is to make his son proud of him. Barbara Ann (who is slightly drunk) mentions that her father didn’t want her to become a scientist, and they swap horrible Dad stories for 45 seconds. 

18. Diana’s Horrible Dad Story: “My mother never told me his name.”

19. Pedro Pascal mentions that he’s putting together a team for a dig (Apparently they dug up some stuff while he was looking for oil) and he wants Barbara Ann to lead the expedition. 

20. Barbara Ann wants Diana in her team don’t we all. Pedro Pascal pretends to be surprised and delighted by this idea. There’s a shot of his happy face disappearing once the girls leave.

21. Diana goes to find the FBI artifact she’d been wondering about (it’s after the gala, so it’s dark in the museum), and it’s gone.

22. They fly to the dig, and everyone has their passports, and Kristen Wiig does not reprise her Bridesmaids airplane scene, but she can mention that it was nice of Max Lord to put them in first class. It’s also the 80s, so flying looks like whatever flying looked like in the 80s (more leg room? :P) Also, there’s a bop playing in the flying montage. 

23. They get to the dig (in a helicopter), and a bunch of diverse people introduce themselves, because we have to have diversity somewhere in here, it’s 2020.

24. Barbara Ann gets to work, and Diana goes exploring because she’s the main character and doesn’t need to work. She sees a temple/palace further up the island, and it looks like there’s smoke coming out of the courtyard, but she’s called back for dinner before she can go see. The other people tell her the building is abandoned.

25. Diana goes later that night to see, and it is abandoned and there’s lots of animal bones lying around and weird symbols on the walls and it’s creepy AF. But there are other things (pottery?) that remind her of Themyscira, and there’s a flash of a memory from an Amazon feast, and she sees Antiope laughing with a group of Amazons because we need a Robin Wright cameo, and then a hard cut to—

26. Barbara Ann comes to find Diana sitting on the edge of the cliff looking over the ocean, and she asks if she’s jetlagged too, and she says no, just homesick. She tells Barbara Ann that she grew up on an island, and after she left, she spent years trying to move on and assimilate into the new world, but she kept finding things that reminded her of her homeland, and she finally accepted that she should be proud of who she is and where she’s from. Barbara Ann says she should never be ashamed of her true self and then they kiss

27. In the morning, there’s a dig montage, and a bop playing in the background. Diana pretends that heavy things are heavy. They find Diana’s golden helmet and other scraps of the golden armor and a bunch of other stuff so then it’s not conspicuous, and then there’s a tsunami/hurricane, and the rest of the crew dies or evacuates or something. It’s dramatic, and Diana and Barbara almost drown, except Diana is Wonder Woman. 

28. The two of them end up heading up to the abandoned building for shelter, and it looks sturdy, and the animal bones are gone, which is weird, but it’s dry, so Diana tells Barbara Ann to sleep while she takes the first watch. Barbara Ann says this isn’t the worst night she’s spent on the job.

29. Diana falls asleep and has a dream of this building in its heyday, and there’s an Amazon feast, and Diana wanders through the dream looking sad, and Hippolyta stands up to give a toast and is shouting about their guest of honor, the Princess from—

30. And then Diana wakes up, Barbara Ann is gone, and it’s full daylight, and there’s no sign of the storm or their camp. Diana hears a sound and goes to investigate likes she’s in a horror movie or something, and it takes her to stairs that lead underground, and she realizes that the tunnels match the map from the FBI (this is too convenient, but whatever, this is the first draft okay :P).

31. Maxwell Lord is sitting on a folding chair (or a couch!) in the cave at the end of the tunnel, and he’s surrounded by animals in cages. Diana recognizes some of the animals from the bones she saw earlier, because why not. He says that he brought Diana and Barbara Ann here to settle some old scores. Diana thinks for a minute that he’s Ares or something, and he says not MY old scores. 

32. And then Diana is attacked by a Cheetah (why not), and she’s not wearing her armor, but she can fight in her indiana jones outfit, and it’s kind of a lame fight (dark, realistic, no slow-mo), and she re-cages the animal pretty easily, and THEN she’s surrounded by the blurriness like she’s dreaming (bad, but it’s the first draft, okay), and Eva Green’s voice says some villainy things about is this how she treats her friends and she’s just like her mother—

33. And then Diana realizes that Barbara Ann is the Cheetah, and there’s a montage of her falling into Circe’s trap and being turned into a Cheetah, and then a scene of Pedro Pascal’s son being kidnapped while they’re on rich people vacation and being turned into a gerbil, and transformations of a bunch of explorers and warriors from over the years getting turned into animals (including Asteria), and then a scene of Circe being banished from the Amazons and not being allowed to return to (old) Themyscira.

34. Circe isn’t actually in the tunnel, but in the fog sequence, she talks to Diana through a mirror and occasionally morphs into Diana’s reflection, because she’s magic, and that’s creepy.

35. After the fog is over, and Diana’s wearing the Golden Armor because we need to sell toys, and then there’s ACTUAL fight with Cheetah, and a bop (Sebastian Böhm’s “Sweet Dreams are Made of This”) is playing in the background, and this time there are actual stakes because Diana doesn’t want to hurt her. And it’s like, the Cheetah and Wonder Woman fight from Rucka’s run, okay. Cheetah says this is her true self and to leave her alone, and Diana says no, this isn’t you.

36. Diana breaks Circe’s curse with true love’s kiss. Diana breaks Circe’s the curse with the lasso and a speech about love, and it turns out the Cheetah form is held back by the lasso, so Diana lets her keep it. 

37. Pedro Pascal gets his son back and it actually makes sense for him to run out from the bushes. He apparently doesn’t remember anything about Circe.

38. A helicopter comes to get them, and Diana is uneasy, because there’s a third movie, but she leaves and there’s a bop playing, because this is the end of the second movie.

39. Diana adds the helmet and the rest of the armor to her collection in her closet. 

40. Barbara Ann now has to tell the truth all the time because she’s wearing the lasso all the time. This is terrible, but the movie plays it off as amusing. 

41. Diana promises to find help for Barbara Ann, and they kiss

42. I guess the mid credits scene with Asteria can still happen. She could clean up after herself though, lol. A possible end credits scene is Diana finding the lasso on her work desk and Barbara Ann’s desk cleared out, but that’s kind of a bitter ending, and the lesbian ending is nicer.

In the third movie, Diana tries to find Themyscira and Circe is the main villain and maybe Cheetah comes back. Boom.

[mimiscappinisideblog]

I've got this idea for sometime now and I know I'll never gonna do anything with this so I'll share it with you all.

If any of you wants to do something with this shit be my guest. Btw this is some selfindulgent shit.

This has been in my drafts for months.

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A friday night out with your friends. Just your average group of people in a bar drinking and enjoying eachothers company.

This bar was one of your favorites because of the ambient, not too classy and just enough of that calmly home feeling to make you feel warm and welcome.

Not to mention the live music playing every night. Each artist bringing a little of their soul to play off on that stage where all the patrons were able to see and listen.

You suggested this specific bar to your friends because of one thing, the drinks were really good and not too expensive, and maybe also because friday nights a certain musician came in to play it's a posibility. Okay, it was only for him who are you kidding.

You frequented that bar enough times to know that he came every friday to sing a couple of songs then he'd have one or two beers before leaving.

By this time you already knew who he was, the barman told you he teaches music in an after school program that originated from Horace Green. The barman already knew of your little crush on him and was trying to get you to try and talk to him but you were too shy of a loser to actually go and say hi to him.

One of your friends shooked you out of your thoughts and handed you your drink, she saw your distant stare.

"You alright there dub? You seem distracted." she asked with concern in ver voice.

"Which is funny considering you were the one that bring us here. You wanna leave already or something?" another one chimes in.

"No, no. I'm fine." you said trying to compose yourself for them "I was just thinking, nothing to worry about." you hope they buy it and not press more on the matter that you were expecting someone intenly watching the front doors. "what were you guys talking about?"

You try to jump in the conversation but out of the corner of your eye you see the doors open.

And then you see him.

Dewey Finn, the man who's been running on your mind the whole day in anticipation for this moment. The man who sends you a thousand buttlerflies everytime you hear his melodic voice singing. He's fanally here.

He goes to do a little chat with the barman. Your eyes focus on him for a little too long. Long enough for you not to notice that your friends were also looking at you and thanks to your staring they noticed Dewey as well.

They all excange knowing looks that were only confirm by every second that passed and you were still staring at the poor unsuspecting guy.

A witress blocks your view of the musician bringing your table some food.

"So..." your friend adressed you after the waitress was gone and you started to dig in "Were you going to go talk to him or just stare at his back whole night?"

Taking in the question you suddently notice you're the center of attention, all eyes were on you "What are you talking about?" you said trying to play dumb.

"Come on, everybody saw the way you were undressing the guy at the front bar. A little bit more staring and you'd drill holes on the back of his neck"

"Please. She was totally looking at his butt. No way the holes were going to end up in his head" your face was aflame, pretty sure they all could see your red blush even with the caramel lights of the place.

"No I wasn't" you insist "I was just looking at the different drinks they have on the menu posted on tbe wall. Might wanna try something new"

"Something new... Like the guy with the guitar at the front bar?" They kept at it.

There was no escape, they won't let you go out of this. You know very well they'll keep it up until you confessed to them, which you were known to avoid at all costs.

With a deep breath you finish the glass you were still holding onto and stood up "I wasn't staeing at him, if you don't believe me I don't care. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to the bathroom" you really needed some cold water on your hot-red face.

Meanwhile Dewey went on stage to get his things ready, so when the barman was free he took a stroll to the table you and your friends were at.

He told your friends all they needed to know about your little 'dilema' with Dewey and that he tried effortlessly to get you two together.

He left your table after that and went back to work. Your friends were estatic, comming up with ideas of what to do with you.

And they got one, you were fucked... Well they hope you get fucked at least.

Just as you came back from the bathroom the sound of guitar strings being played sorrounded you. Sweet honey filled your ears and your heart fluttered when Dewey started to sing.

You were so dumb stroked you didn't even notice your friend on your right gave you a full glass of beer.

So entranced with the music and musician you downed the whole thing before the song was over.

Dewey usually sang three songs each night.

By the time he finished you were three full glasses down.

You were, by no means, drunk you had enough acohol in your sistem just to be in a "overconfident" mode.

So overconfident that you let out a "That guy is so fucking cute" loud enough for your friends to hear.

They all wore matching grins.

The plan comming into play.

"You know, you should go an tell him" one friend on your right tells you.

"Haha I can't do that" you said laughing at the idea of just going and talk to him.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" everybody howls at that.

Oh they did not just implied that you are scared of something like that. Overconfident you was scare of nothing!

"I am not scared!" you kind of shout.

"Oh yeah? Go and tell him you think he's cute then!"

"Fine I will!" and you march for were Dewey was.

He was sitting on a bar stool looking at his phone while drinking.

At the middle of the way your shy self rised up over your overconfident one and scramed at you. What were you doing?! How do you talk to him? How in the world are you going to tell him he's cute?? This was a bad idea.

While your mind was debating your feet didn't seem to care and continued on their way.

By the time you finally decided you were going to turn around and go back to your table a voice surprised you.

"Hi. Can I help you with anything?" you look up and see. See him.

You never got this close to him before, barely two feet away. He had beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that were looking right at you waiting for an answer. Oh shit you had to answer! Your brain scattered and was looking for what to say. Think of something!

You felt eyes on your back too. Then you remembered your friends. Your friends. They fucking knew! Oh, shit they knew. How?

Making up a lie you answer Dewey "Oh, hi! Yeah, I- I'm just here because my friends kinda made me? Would you fake talking to me for a while until they calm out?" you shoot him a smile you hope seals the deal and he believes you.

"Of course. I mean, I wouldn't have to "fake it" if we just small talk, right?" oh my god his smile was brigth enough to lift your worries and made you forget everything around you.

You just smile like a dork at him, standing in front of him not sure what to do with your hands.

Everything was going okay, mindless banter of the wheater, music. It was perfect!

But your friends weren't buying it, they knew you were staling. So one of them shouts at Dewey "SHE THINKS YOU'RE CUTE!"

You freeze. Well this is it. I'm going to die after I kill my friends.

You were going to make a run for it when you hear "Is that true?"

Looking at Dewey you felt silent for a minute.

"Do you really think I'm cute?" that genuine smile catched you off guard.

Enough to make you speak without thinking "Of course I do! You're hella cute" Were did that come from?

He just giggles at that. Is he... Is he dashful? This man is going to be the death of you!

"Why, thank you!" he takes a good look at you "You're pretty cute too" and he sends you a wink.

Now you think he's gonna be the death of you.

How fucking dare he make your heart stop for a second. And that wink made your legs tremble. You were so fucked.

"Wow, um. Thanks a lot! I'm gonna go now. My friends are waiting-" right when your body started to move he speaks.

"Wait! Won't you like to sit with me for a bit? I mean if it's no trouble. I understand if you don't, it's okay" just when you thought he couldn't get any cuter here he is, trying to make you stay. You were going to die.

"You're so kind but my friends-" you can't finish because of a voice shouting over you again.

"GO SIT WITH HIM! YOU WILL BE FINE!"

Dewey laughs at that and your reaction.

Whe you get your hands on your friends they'll!!-

"I guess you'll be staying with me for a while" Dewey says with a smile, beckoning you to sit next to him. And you do.

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That's all I got. I don't know how to continue.

The plot was that he also noticed you when he performed at the bar. Then the sexy times happens.

But I can't write so all I have is this

Okay, bye.

[skinks]

HELLO. DO YOU HAVE ANY SPARE DILFWORTH/MAGGIE HEADCANONS 🥺 (love your writing more than life btw)

HELLO, thank you so much! Oh boy it’s difficult to come up with more stuff for characters you’re really only extrapolating a couple of pages about, but I like a challenge so here are some to build on the other big Maggie/Dilfworth post I made:

- so after the Airplane Incident they’re so engrossed in talking at the baggage claim about everything from music to shitty first jobs that Went misses his bag going around the carousel three times. In his defence Maggie’s laugh is a breathless, staccato sound like a xylophone of breezes and she runs one hand over the back of her head to grip the ends of her own dark hair every time she does, so who can blame him for trying to be his absolute funniest in between grinning like a man who’s won the lottery. Also in his defence, Maggie doesn’t leave after she’s collected hers (they both go to grab it from the carousel at the same time and kinda stare at each other, then at their touching hands. Went licks his lips a couple times and says “Sorry, don’t uh. Don’t misunderstand, I was only trying to steal it,” which makes her laugh again) and Maggie doesn’t leave because she’s busy hinting she’d like him to come visit her on campus some time, maybe next weekend? They exchange their landlines and she says “See you then, Doctor Dentist,” because there’s something about his nonthreatening calmness that makes her feel very bold in trying to ruffle it up.

- their first date is to the movies, because it’s 1971 and what else are you gonna do

- Went has the best poker face she’s ever seen, and she’d already been teasing him about being a dentist so when he asks her what snacks she’d like, she replies with a long list of the sugariest kinds they have. But he only whistles low and raises his eyebrows, sauntering off to the concession stand before she can reel him back. They eat all of it between them, and Went spends the whole movie muttering scathing put-downs about the poor choices the characters keep making and it’s the first time Maggie hasn’t ever cared about being shushed by the people in front of her

- also also also he picked her up in his car (and she’d also teased him about how she’s sure he could only drive a convertible bc he’s so tall and leggy that anything else would leave his knees up by his ears, but it’s not a convertible. It does have a sun-roof though, and after the movie they go driving, as Young People do in 1971 I guess and he’s like “Sorry the roof doesn’t fold down, I know you’d look great doing the whole Audrey Hepburn thing,” and Maggie just eyeballs him as she slides the sun-roof back. Then she’s standing on the bench seat and whooping, sticking her torso out of the roof like it’s a carnival ride and Went’s like 💕😬💕 as he holds her steady with one arm (over her dress, it’s the first date) for her dear, dear life

- I love the idea that Maggie likes sci-fi, for some reason. She loves Star Trek TOS, loves the music, wants to try and obtain a theremin for her thesis project. The first gift Went ever gives her is a signed copy of The Left Hand of Darkness when she takes him to an Ursula LeGuin talk at her college, and Maggie kisses the daylights out of him against a tree right there in the quad

- Went likes fishing and baseball and photography and fuckin... comedy records and he definitely got bullied at school for being a skinny nerd. Doesn’t have too many friends given that he’s moved cities and is generally kinda quiet, but Maggie’s friends like him. More importantly, Maggie likes him a lot, likes the endless antelope stretch of his legs when he props them up on any surface available, the lean lines around his mouth, likes how the veins on the backs of his hands form warm diamonds around the indents of his knuckles, likes that when she says “oh damn, is it raining?” rhetorically in the car at the first few drops, he rolls his window down and sticks his hand out into the wet and says “yes, Maggie, it’s raining. Wipers or no wipers, what’ll it be?” She likes to be the person he trusts enough to be silly and wry and sincere with. She likes to buy him records based purely on the cover art alone, she likes introducing him to classical music and she likes to drive his car so he can look at the maps and stick his head out the roof, and she likes that the wind makes him look like a cartoon blown up with dynamite, because he’s somehow always just in need of a haircut, and she is so, so scared he will be ensnared by the draft now that he’s left academia, as it has ensnared so many of her other friends.

- She makes fun of it, but she likes his name, “I like that Tozier has a z in it, of all things,” she says once. “I don’t know, it’s unusual. I never heard of a Tozier before.” And Went says, “Last of my kind. Like Tigger, in fact. You’re lucky you ever caught me in the wild,” as he very studiously and ineptly investigates her electric keyboard. She calls him Went most of the time, Legs when she’s particularly hot for him, but they do also have a lot of Wentworthy/Unwentworthy jokes.

- the first time they have sex is because they’re six dates deep and Went has yet to hear her sing.

- they’re lying top to toe in Went’s bed while they’re both studying (Went might be practicing dentistry now but he still has paperwork and journals to read) and he’s tapping her crossed ankle along to something she’s humming. “What’s that song? Maggie?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you sing it for me?”

“Oh, no,” she says, covering her face with her book. “No, it’s just some rock song, ignore me. I’m being disruptive to the study environment.”

Went waggles his eyebrows, examining the whole bare sweep of her legs. “That’s for sure. C’mon, you’re minoring in vocal studies, aren’t I going to hear you eventually?”

“Nope,” Maggie grins, and enjoys how warm his hand feels cupping the sleek of her calf muscle. “I’m shy.”

“The Maggie Avery I know isn’t shy, unless I’ve been wooing an impostor for the last nine weeks.”

She laughs and flutters inside, like her whole body is filled with whirling pillowfight feathers at the thought of being wooed, being courted, being allowed to exist as an interesting person and not just a skirt to be chased. At the fact that he knows how long it’s been and that he counts it in weeks, because even though they telephone a bunch, they can still only see each other at the weekends. Yeah, Carole King said it best. He makes her feel like a natural woman, alright.

“Wooing me.” She sets her book aside. “That’s what you’ve been up to?”

“Yes,” he nods, sitting up to mirror her, cross-legged. “Wooing.”

“Wentwooing,” she says, biting her lip. These games always prick up the hairs on the back of her neck.

“Damn straight,” he says, and oh, those dishy lines are breaking in lean waves around his smiling mouth. She’s a total lost cause for them. “Wooing was one of my very first Scout badges, actually.”

“Oh, so you’ve had practice?” She leans away in faux-disinterest, and her breathing picks up from somewhere deep in her body as he sways forward into the gap, like he’s charmed. She’s very aware of her heartbeat in odd places, pinking her bare heels pressed to the sheets under her knees, loud in the scoop of her clavicle. “I’m not the first to be subjected to a little Wentwooing, then, huh.”

“Not the first, no,” he allows, mild and reasonable as ever. No wonder he did well in medical school. She knows she’s not the first girlfriend, of course, just as he knows about her last ex and the others, and that’s the wonderful thing about him. He doesn’t act like other twenty-two year old boys she knows, he’s a grownup about it all. “But... I’d really dig it if you were the last. Maggie.”

She can’t stop smiling at the way he says it. Casual, contemplative, the look of a man who has cast his line and is happy to wait. It’s belied by the sound of him compulsively cracking his knuckles and the bones in his long bare feet. They’d both thrown on comfortable clothes after coming in from the rainstorm, and Maggie never knew it was possible to feel so at ease alone in a man’s room, a man’s apartment, a man’s spare boxers and faded varsity rowing tee the only things between that same man and her pretty underwear.

“I’d dig that too, Legs,” she says, and tucks her hair behind her ear to kiss him. He untucks it again and kisses her back with a heated mmph, touching her hip and her hair at once. Very light touches, but there’s something about them that makes her feel like he’s got her wrapped up completely. She swirls her arms around the back of his neck and deepens the kiss, as deep as she can manage with the way their knees are obstructive, and at the dragging quiet click of spit, Maggie finds she wouldn’t mind if he touched her firm and wanting all over, sometime soon.

She pulls back to see him flushed, his glasses kinda screwy. He makes a low sound, a sort of cross between a sigh of satisfaction and a groan of regret that their mouths aren’t still moving together. Both of his hands fall to her crossed legs, and he patters fingertips to her skin.

“I got that badge in Boy Scouts too,” he says breathlessly, after a second or five.

“No wonder you’re so good at it,” Maggie says, and raises three fingers in a salute. “Lots of practice around the campfire, hm?”

“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe,” he chortles, saluting her back. “It’s a testament to your feminine wiles I’m even interested, what with my restricted training.” He gestures at her breasts. “We never covered those.”

“Liar, you had them pretty well covered last week,” Maggie teases, her inner thighs burning as she shifts at the memory, the back row of the Aladdin Theater, her tongue in his mouth and his big, gentle hands up her shirt.

“Earned my badge.”

“Well and truly.”

“We should get to work on uncovering them, then,” Went replies, tugging softly at the hem of his shirt she’s wearing, but his eyes don’t stray from her face.

“Wentworth!” She shoves at his hand, laughing again. She has a paper on syncopation due on Friday and a performance to prep for the end-of-semester recital, but she couldn’t care less right now. Lord, she’s so happy. What if it’s love, she thinks giddily, what if I love him, and he loves me. What then?

He dodges her play-slaps to take off his glasses because he only needs them for reading, and it’s just another layer falling away from between them. He’s not Doctor Tozier, he’s not that fucking geek, in the sullen-drunk words of her project partner Jack at a party last month, he’s just... Went. Just a man, as she is a woman. He’s cute and he’s acerbically funny and he makes her feel like they’re partners in some kind of crime, even though neither of them have so much as a speeding ticket. Maggie comes to a decision.

“Alright. I’ll sing the song for you,” she says, climbing off the bed.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes, I actually—oh, here it is.” She rummages in her bookbag and produces the 7” single from its cardboard sleeve. “I bought it on Tuesday and forgot all about it, I was going to show you earlier. Such a dunce.”

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that,” Went says, shuffling back on his crossed legs to sit against the headboard. He looks genuinely eager. “She’s finally singing for me, don’t knock her confidence. Though, I guess we’re not getting any more studying done. Duncehood looms for the both of us.”

Maggie straightens up from the record player and unclips her hair until it falls in a dark torrent around her face. She shakes it out, feeling the strength of her voice build in her chest, feeling like she’s on fire from the glare of a stage spotlight. Getting into the mindset of a song is an important part of performance. “Would you rather study? We can study if you like.”

“No, no,” Went says evenly. His face is pink again and his eyes are very dark, watching her. “I think I’d much rather do this.”

So Maggie sings. The record cranks to a crescendo on the choruses like a runaway train and Maggie loses herself in it, closing her eyes and dancing. She’s an elegant dancer to classical music and an awkward one to rock and roll. Went is even worse, the pair of them clunking their bodies together at parties like a game of marbles because it’s funny that way, it’s funnier with two. But she tries not to feel silly, because she knows her voice is good. People tell her so. She knows it’s so, and she’s proud of her very own instrument nestled in the nave of her throat, and she wonders why it had been such a nerve-wracking prospect to let Went hear her sing. Perhaps it’s because she holds it so dear. She doesn’t know when his opinion became so important to her, but it is. The sound thunders up easily from her chest, controlled and so fluid she can almost visualize it leaving her lips like a stream, so controlled she can let the control a little loose whenever she wants to wail along with Marc Bolan, like the only rockstar in an oversized preppy shirt, get it on, bang a gong, get it on.

The record scratches to a close but she doesn’t feel finished, there’s still breath left in her yet. She segues easily into one of Went’s horribly cutting and clever comedy records, so she has an excuse for her face burning. It’s not because she can’t open her eyes and see his reaction, it’s because she’s singing about smut, of course. Every brush of the hems of his borrowed shorts against the ticklish backs of her legs, is felt. Her hair is thick and warm and her scalp is starting to sweat with all her uninhibited bouncing. Eventually she gives up and collapses to the bed, giggling and breathless. She buries her face into the covers feeling more ridiculous than she normally does in the vicinity of his generally impassive nature. He’s stable, somehow without being boring. It keeps her on her toes at least, that damnable poker face; she actually takes great delight in the way she finds herself coming further and further out of her shell, just to try and call his bluff.

“Gosh, I hope your neighbors like T-Rex,” she mumbles. She’s crouched with her knees and hands huddled under her, waiting for her fearsome blush to subside. Waiting for him to say something. She’s aware of his quiet presence at the headboard, just as she is so suddenly aware of the way his soft tee is riding up her hunched form, exposing her lower back to the fresh night air. “I’m—I should send them all an apology note for disturbing their Saturday evenings.”

“You should be charging them for the privilege,” Went croaks.

Maggie looks up at him, sharply. He stares back, still cross-legged with his hands stuffed down into his lap and a dazed expression on his face. She kneels towards him, feeling the residual magic of the music spark powerful deep through her body, between her legs. “You think I’ll pass vocal performance?”

“Jesus Christ, Maggie,” he says, unfolding his endless legs so she can straddle them. His hands are restless against her hips, moved from where they’d been hiding the thick line in his shorts. “And all this time I thought you’d been hiding the terrible secret that you’re actually a bad singer.”

She laughs against his neck. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, just awful. I figured you must be a banshee or something.”

“You did not, don’t joke!”

“I never joke,” he grins. He kisses her harder than before, restless hands squeezing at her ribcage, her thighs, just below the hemlines. Maggie presses her hips forward and grips fiercely at his ropy upper arms, gasping. “I’m deadly serious, that was—you’re a knockout at everything, it’s hardly fair.”

“Went.”

“Mags, I’m obliged to tell you I have one hell of a crush on you.”

“Went.”

“I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend,” he says, and Maggie’s stomach flips at the rare note of bemused, painful sincerity in his voice.

“Went, you can uncover them now,” she says, and shimmery heat floods between her thighs as he ruts upwards, abruptly.

“Sorry,” he pants, “what?”

“Take my shirt off, please. And I have a crush on you too, you dunce.”

He does as she asks of him and says, “Jesus Christ,” again, and a whole lot of other curse words and sweet things and silly nonsense that makes her laugh more than she’s ever laughed doing this with someone, and afterwards his hair looks the way it does when it’s his turn to stick his head out of the sun-roof.

He rolls off to collapse beside her. As soon as they catch their breath he says, “I’m gonna bring you breakfast in bed. Right now.”

“It’s 11pm!” Maggie wheezes, watching him stagger naked from the bedroom. The sight of his narrow waist flaring up into broad, bony shoulders is unbearable, now that she knows how it all feels between her legs and rippling under her hands. It makes her voracious for more. She aches wonderfully in all the right places, just like a good callisthenic stretch should.

It was quite a stretch, she thinks, and shivers, turning her head to breathe into the sweaty tangle of her own loose hair spilled across the pillow.

“Eleven is technically almost morning, isn’t it,” he calls back, clattering in the kitchen. “Plus you’ll need the energy, because we’re doing that again immediately. If you want to, of course,” he adds hastily.

“Of course,” Maggie snorts. Her cheeks ache too, from happiness. “We’ve got badges to earn.”

- anyway

- Her mom likes him too because he’s a dentist, Margaret, but her dad thinks he’s a hippie with a fake diploma because he still has sideburns lmfao. Went’s parents like Maggie, but it’s a lot to do with how she tries so hard to make them like her. She’s like, shaking by the end of day 1 of her first meeting with them like “I just don’t ever want you to have to choose,” and Went (absentmindedly fiddling with an old toy robot, they’re staying in his childhood bedroom) is like “Don’t worry, I’d choose you any time. I mean, I’d have to kill them but I’m sure they’d understand,” and Maggie’s like “I’m serious!” and Went turns to her and says, “So am I, Mags,” and then wraps all his long stick insect limbs around her refusing to let go until she’s laughing again

- He’s also very neat, he does all his own ironing so his work tunics are just right. More than once Maggie and her two roommates come back to the apartment during weekends to find him standing in socks and boxers and ironing piles and piles of everyone’s laundry, and he refuses to believe Maggie that this is weird. She thinks back to her old boyfriends who could barely flush a toilet and thinks hm, maybe it’s not so weird

- for the first few years of living together after they get married they can’t choose sides of the bed. Like, it changes all the time. “This is intimate anarchy,” Maggie says, after their tenth night in a row of switching. “I’m sure this is what the Summer of Love was all about.”

“Oh, I thought it was about cunnilingus,” Went says brightly, slotting a bookmark into his copy of Jaws and turning off the side lamp. “My mistake. Goodnight, love.”

“Wait!”

- Went comes into the delivery room after Richie’s born, looking more shaken than Maggie herself, ashen and stressed. “I could hear you screaming from out there,” he whispers, kissing her forehead and jerking his thumb back over his shoulder, bloodshot eyes locked on the swaddled bundle on her chest. “Darling. Oh, Maggie.”

“We’re alright now,” she says, hoarse. “I was just letting him know however loud he is, he gets it from his mother.”

“Him?” Went bleats, his eyes so wide. He still only needs his glasses for reading. “He? It’s a boy—we have a—”

“A son, yes,” Maggie says, and wipes at her cheeks. She’s had quite enough fluids on her face for one night, thank you. “Here, take him away from me before I lose my temper with him again.”

She nearly starts crying again when she sees how tiny the baby—Richard, that’s right, they’d decided on Richard for a boy—how tiny he looks in Went’s big, capable hands. They manage not to wake him in the transfer and Wentworth cradles him against his collar for a moment, looking lost. Then he seems to come back to himself, shooting Maggie one of his big, crinkly grins (and God, she’s still a lost cause) as he addresses the consequence of their actions.

“Did you do this?” Went whispers into the blue folds of blanket, pointing one free finger at Maggie. “Look what you’ve done to my wife. How dare you. She looks terrible.”

“Shut up,” Maggie laughs, as quietly as she can.

“She looks terrible and more wonderful than ever,” Went continues in the baby’s ear. “Is this your doing? We’ll make a good team, I think. Between the two of us she doesn’t stand a chance, by thirty-five she’ll be too beautiful to look at and then she might get some peace and quiet.”

“You’re delirious from the thin atmosphere, Legs,” she says. “Give him back, if you drop him from up there he’s done for.”

“I won’t drop him,” Went insists, “you had him for nine months, let me have a turn.” He holds onto Richard while she sleeps, but not before she grabs at his arm and sobs thank you for him, Went, thank you, and Went cries a little too and says what are you thanking me for, I’d get a participation trophy at most, which makes her laugh and say, if anyone deserves a trophy for their participation technique it’s you, and then she falls asleep before she hears his reply.

- they play so much rock and roll for Richie, Maggie makes up her own songs for him and sings to him all the time. Maggie only had older sisters, and Went was an only child so neither of them have very much experience with babies, but Maggie’s friendships with Andrea Uris and Sharon Denbrough from the neighborhood and from book club help a lot, they all seem to have wound up having their firsts in the space of a few months. She values language too much to baby talk Richie, and Went would be clueless as to how to begin, so pretty often she finds him deep in conversation about politics or baseball with Richie babbling in his high chair.

- as I said before, I hc that Maggie speaks maybe French and Italian, and Went finds it incredibly sexy. He can’t reply, of course, he just babbles along in Richie’s ridiculous Voices, it’s basically the Swedish Chef but French or Italian. He calls her Marguerite if it’s French, and Margarita in Italian (“That’s Spanish!” Maggie hoots, stroking his hair back at both temples where it’s frosting to silver already, and clasping her hands around the back of his head. “What do margaritas have to do with Italy?”

“Not Margarita,” Went says. He traces a line between all the pretty moles on her chest, sweeping down between her breasts to the one just beside her navel, the soft little rise of belly that sits in the cup of her iliac crest. That spot always flicks her hips forward with ticklish heat, and if they’re not careful then Richie might end up with a baby sibling Maggie’s not quite ready for yet. “Margherita, like the pizza. You’re cheesy, sweetheart.”)

- both of them smoked but Maggie gave it up when she got pregnant, and now Went doesn’t smoke inside the house. He of course gives it up for good after he gets cancer of the larynx in his late 50s when Richie is 30, which makes Richie quit too

- they love their son and just want him to be HAPPY even if they’re sometimes misguided about what would make him happy, but hey, so is Richie

[animeprinces-imagines]

Has anyone requested cuddling headcanons for the STARISH gentlemen? If not, may I?

You’ll be the first one to request this, dear anon!! I hope you enjoy ~ (rip to this post it’s been in my drafts for like a millennium im so sorry skks)

also rip there’s some spicy stuff on ren’s im sorry i had to do it to ya !!! everything is gender-neutral tho uwu

Cuddling w/ STARISH -

Natsuki -

This boy is the Ultimate Cuddler

expect to be absolutely crushed by him

despite being v tall he’ll love being the small spoon

with you as his backpack !!

gets super sleepy when you cuddle

so he’ll probably fall asleep

if he doesn’t though

then he’ll ramble about everything on his mind

so just listen to the sweet boy

please

Tokiya - 

lazy ass motherfucker–

IT’S CUTE AND DOMESTIC THO I PROMISE SKSK

like he lies back on the couch with his arm over the back and you snuggle up to his side

and sometimes he leans down and gives you a forehead kiss

and you’re like “omg toki-”

and he’s like “what i did nothing who are you talking to?”

omg if u fall asleep in his arms tho it’s 

GA ME OV ER

he goes mega soft and just snuggles into you 

but is also panicking lowkey like “ARE THEY COMFORTABLE OH GOD”

Cecil -

omo a snuggle bug !!

whins 25/8 for cuddles i P RO MISE you

“baby/babe/princess/prince…. come hold me”

“cecil im busy-”

“P LE A SEEEEE”

if you give in you’re never leaving his arms btw

“cecil i can’t breathe-”

too bad

he likes to lay on your chest and purr,,,, we stan a whole ass cat boi

also he falls asleep in .5 seconds so don’t expect to be leaving that spot anytime soon whoops

Ren -

ok so like… how does one explain this….

ren doesn’t ASK to cuddle… he just DOES IT… the bde of this man am i right or am i right

like he’s sitting on the couch and you walk by and he just reaches out and pulls you into his arms

he LOVES LOVES LOVES your neck

so like,,, he snuggles into it and kisses it and smirks when you get ticklish or shy

“just relax, kitten”

easy for u to say bitch

¾ times,, cuddling leads to making out,, which leads to,,, u guessed it

like one second you’re just snuggling aww uwu we stan 

and the next second you’re riding dick like it’s your last day on earth

what who typed that

Otoya -

cue me ugly crying up in this bitch yall

otoya doesn’t evER ask to cuddle bc he’s too shy

one time he tried to and got bright red until you finished his sentence for him

god he loves cuddles tho pls give him ALL OF THEM

he likes when you lie on his chest and snuggle into him

his heart goes doki doki ok bitch it’s so romantic they could make a whole ass starish song based on it

he’ll rub your back softly and hum to you !!! ugh !!! a boyf !!

“a-are you comfortable”

“yes, otoya, that’s the third time you’ve asked in the past minute”

“just checking”

Syo -

snuggling almost always happens one of two times

when yall are binging prince of fighting

aka you guys throwing popcorn at each other and syo shushing you every time hyuga comes on screen

but then a big scene comes up and syo is clinging to you and the cuddling just happens naturally

OR

when you’re in bed about to sleep !! omo !!

he’ll spoon you (idgaf if you are 6′7 he is the big spoon/backpack im  SORRY)

and he’ll be blushing so much omg you can practically feel the heat from his cheeks on your neck

but gOD he loves having you in his arms so don’t comment just snuggle closer and hope to god his heart doesn’t give out

was that too far

Masato -

masato has a purity ring like the jonas brothers that says he can’t cuddle before marriage im sorry

IM JUST KIDIDNG PLS DONT HARM ME LMFAO

anyway masato LOVES tired snuggles

when he’s exhausted from practice or you’re worn out from your long day

and the two of you just,,, comfort each other

and he’ll whisper sweet words in your ear omg im weak

he holds your hand too and rubs his thumb over your wrist

his favorite position is any where you can put your head on his shoulder

HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT THO

it’s obvious tho so that’s how u usually end up!! we stan !!

[mappinglasirena]

Mapping La Sirena

Welcome one and all to the Mapping La Sirena Project!

If you are a fan of Star Trek: Picard and you would like to know more about the show’s most prominent ship, to check out floor plans and screencaps, and to discuss theories about the layout of this magnificent vessel, this is will be the place for you!

(Long, slightly rambly introduction and masterpost after the cut ;] )

Hi! My name is Lili and I’ve been a fan of pretty much all things Star Trek ever since I started watching Voyager at the tender age of 6. Besides the sometimes goofy, often brilliant storytelling and the wonderful characters, I always loved the worldbuilding of these shows - and in particularly the starships.

When Star Trek: Picard started airing a  few months ago, I was immediately drawn to the main ship, La Sirena. The mixture of the monumental physical set, judiciously used CGI, and sheer attention to detail made me fall madly in love with this little mermaid, and I wanted to find out every little thing about her that I possibly could. And since I imagine, I’m not the only one who feels this way, I decided to take you all on this journey with me!

What am I doing here?

As a reader and writer of fanfic, I know how helpful it can be to have a clear sense of the location your story is set in. When I realized that a good month after the final episode of ST:PIC season one aired, there still was no floor plan of La Sirena easily found on the web (easily = using my very limited googling-skills), I figured somebody had to sit down and do it. And apparently, that somebody was me. (May the gods help us all =D)

So, I sat myself down, and over the course of a few long days screencapped every single last scrap of Sirena that appears on the show. I now have a library of reference images and will post my progress as I work through them, trying to determine questions about the general layout of this ship, the details of its architecture and furnishings and all the questions that still remain. By the end of it, I am pretty confident that I will have a mostly accurate floorplan of the set that was used on the show (at least the parts of it that were shown to us thus far). We might even end up with the basis for a plan of the ship as it would exist in-universe (more on the movie set vs. “real place” issue later).

The following soon-to-be-links might give you an idea of what I plan to post over the next few months and I’ll keep adding links to this post as I go. So, without (even more) ado: Have fun exploring La Sirena!

Schematics & Floor Plans

A very crude first sketch

Official Set plan

We finally have an official set plan from the Ready Room!

A First Deeper Look at the Ready Room set plans

Centred Floor Plans from Set Me Up + cross section & more designs

Layout of the Captain’s Quarters

Shape and size

How large is La Sirena as seen on the show and is she larger on the inside?

Upper Deck

The Bridge

Where is the Holodeck?

Picard’s Study

Transporter Pad and Engine

The Trouble with Locating the Quarters/Conference Room

Crew Quarters

Captain’s Quarters

A closer Look at the windows

Conference room

The Mysterious Back End of the Ship

Crates, Tanks, Boxes, and Miscellania

Lower Deck

The Mess

Sickbay: Pt. 1: Size and Construction; Pt. 2: Furniture

So Many Nets

The Wall Problem, aka. Mysterious Nonexistent Corridors

Cargo Bay and other Speculative Spaces

Is there a dedicated cargo bay at the back of the ship?

Where are the rest of the crew quarters hidden?

Overall Design and Technological Aspects

A quick rundown of the Engine placement and history

Some Considerations

Tv Set vs . Starship

The set of La Sirena is just that, a tv set. When building a set, there are many constraints of time, budget, and practicality that will force the creatives to make decisions that will not always make sense when mapped onto a “real” starship. Take, for example, the fact that the Captain’s Quarters and the Conference Room were likely filmed in the same physical set, just redressed for the occasion.

Of course, there can always be Watsonian explanations for these kinds of incongruities and I’d love to hear people’s takes or read fics about them (after all, the entirety of La Sirena is apparently equipped with holoemitters, so I suppose technically, anything is possible).

But I am sticking with the Doylian “it’s a movie set” approach and will generally ignore these kinds of problems when trying to draft an in-universe-accurate floorplan of what we can know of the ship so far. I will be very diligent about pointing out whenever I handwave anything, though, so if you want to stick as closely to what we actually see on the whoe, you’ll know which parts of my analysis/headcanon to disregard ;)

Questions about “silly little details”

I have spend a ridiculous amount of time on this little project so far and in the course of it have gotten pretty familiar with a lot of aspects of the interior and exterior of this amazing starship. If you have any questions regarding details about what we can see of La Sirena on the show, please ask me and I will do my best to help! I absolutely love digging into the really nitpicky, tiny little scraps of information, and at this point, I can probably tell you straight away which scene might provide the info you’re looking for or whether there likely is no answer and you’ll have to get creative. So if you don’t feel like scrubbing through the entire 10 episodes of Picard to find out, say, the colour of the plates produced by Sirena’s replicators, please shoot me an ask, I’m always utterly delighted to help! (They’re white, btw.)

And just to make clear what I mean by “tiny little details”: in the course of writing some of my stories, I have collected answers to such important questions as

On which side of the desk does Rios have his chair? (Both)

How many cups are on the shelf next to the replicators? (4, even when one of them is currently in use)

Could a football roll under the railing on the upper deck and fall down into the mess hall anywhere but where the stairs go down? (No, there is a raised edge all around the rim that would catch it. Bouncing would work, though, since the space between the railing bars is large enough.)

Could I just say “Fuck it, I’ll just write it however, because it really doesn’t matter at all?” Yes. Would it be better for my sanity? Probably. Will I still keep trying to figure out as much about this crazy little ship as I possibly can at every turn? You betcha! So, no question is too silly, please ask away!!

A Quick Thought on Fanfic and “Accuracy”

This whole project started because whenever I write fanfic or make up stories set on La Sirena, my brain keeps insisting that we need to know which side of the mess hall the replicators are on! We need to know where exactly the holodeck is located and whether a football could fall to the lower deck through the railing. I would never hold anyone to these standards of “accuracy” - in fact I frequently don’t hold myself to these standards. Fic is for creative expression, so if in your imagination, La Sirena is twice the size of what we see in the show and has a ton of additional rooms and features, I would love to read that story! I want to create a resource for anyone looking for Sirena references to get inspired, not to point out inconsistencies or canon-divergence in lovingly created fanworks. I hope it comes across that way =)

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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all have witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

Mun Name: Abby / Kitty      Age: 24       Contact: pm, discord

Character(s) I rp: (canon) Candice Catnipp, Haineko, Mizuiro Kojima, Retsu Unohana, Yachiru Kusajishi; and them I have about 8 ocs. Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(for MM): Elsabeth, Naomi, & Haineko. Current Fandom(s): Bleach (and one One Piece oc) Fandom(s) you have an AU for:  Bleach (Mizuiro’s shinigami au) My language(s): English (natively), Japanese (elementary level) Themes I’m interested in for rp:   Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: history, mythology

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. Asks can be send by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?:   YES / NO   only by Mutuals?:  YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck. Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?:   YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?:  YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?:  24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / au-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or occ?:  IC / OOC. Are you selective with following others?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS.  

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting:  Pms, mostly. If you have me on discord, even better. I have both apps on my phone too, so I’m usually good about replies; granted if I’m not busy, left my phone somewhere in the house, or am asleep.

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner:  Well, I tend to be the type that actually fails at coming up with plot ideas. It’s not that I don’t think of anything, but that I’m either too shy or my brain is too exhausted of ideas. So I guess just enthusiasm works for me, since it gives all the same energy! Especially when talking about ships (including platonic and hate ships) between our muses ‘cause that usually helps lead into some potential plots, as I’ll always be up for discussing new stuff for them; like how we want to develop them, where will they go, when will they get there, etc.

When you notice the plotting is rather one-sided, what do you do?:  I’m a bit of too quiet to say anything really, kinda like a pushover. But if I can gain the confidence, I’d prefer to ask what’s going from my partner’s end. If it turns out they’re really not interested then, and I hate to do it, we’ll just drop it. I want us both to be having fun, and if they’re not into it, then it’d be too selfish of me to try and continue it.

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?:  Again, I’m pretty terrible at it, so I’m usually a go with the flow type person. So unfortunately, that leaves most the plotting to them, unless my brain decides to wake up. But when I do have an idea and have the courage to, I’ll pitch it to them. Usually my plots end up starting out as some random headcannon between our muses and their ship, and then it falls into the fascination of ‘I wanna rp that now’, just to see it have a story.

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: I get anxious easily. So whether or not I was really into it, it’s nice to know, and easier on my nerves if it was something I was really into. However, it’s not entirely and outright demand that they do all the time. - What should your partner do when dropping a thread?:  Not required, just preferred that they just let me know.

What could possibly lead you to drop a thread?:  Two things. Disinterest is one, and pretty self-explanatory. Then there’s if I just lack the energy for a certain amount of time, after several attempts to actually reply. I usually hate to drop threads. But if I feel there’s absolutely no way I’ll be able to reply, then I’ll either pm my partner directly or make out a post and tag those I’ve dropped threads with, if it’s multiple. - Will you tell your partner?:   YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Is communication in the rpc important to you?   YES / NO. - And why?:  Even though I’m terrible of communication, I still like to hear from my partners every once and a while. It’s kinda why discord is easier to get a hold of me ‘cause, since I have two servers there I mod/admin, I usually check it and will answer there more often. - Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?:  I wanna say yes, but there’s that anxiety in me that says no. It’s a hit or miss with me. I usually try not to get defensive, and most the time won’t. It’ll just end up making become a bit more cautious, confused, or reclused, depending on what it is; and that’s all ‘cause of anxiety. - Do you think you can handle such situation in a mature way?  YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?:  Mostly to have fun. Also so I can explore my muses and work on my creative writing. When people like what I post too, it makes me extremely happy and excited, wanting to pour out more! So really, not much of a goal other than just share my thought process and ideas.

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios:  To roleplay and post more stuff for Mizuiro. And to build more relationships of all kinds for my muses, especially my ocs. I’d also like to explore darker themes for a few muses as well, though that’s a bit of a tall order... Not too people can handle or are willing to deep dive, so I’m not sure if that’ll happen really.

Themes I won’t ever rp / explore:  I don’t really have any hard limits. However, I usually refrain from a lot simply for the comfort of others. So I guess there’s quite a bit I won’t ever get into, though I’d like to.

What Type of Starters do you prefer / dislike, can’t work with?: i’m usually good with just about anything. If I’m not, then I’ll inform my partner.

What type of characters catch your interest the most?:  Better question is; what type am I not into? Though truthfully, I’m really into characters with a lot of development, an establish backstory of any kind, and just about any that can capture my heart (which isn’t hard to do btw). I’m not picky and I have very few I truly hate, except for their person rather than the character.

What type of characters catch your interest the least?:  Flat, one-dimensional types with very little development or their own story. I like seeing the ins and outs, the positives and negatives of a character. I want them to put me on a roller coaster of emotions, since that’s life in a nutshell. If they can’t, then I’ll lose interest quickly. Also mary sues/gary stues. Characters that just don’t make sense or follow the universe’s logic are also a major turn off.

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?:  Oh boy... I guess my dedication and love for my muses’ ships. It’s not much, but only thing I can think of. I also try to keep an open mind, be as understanding as possible and to support my partner wherever I can.

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?:  My inability to reply to drafts that have been sitting for a couple of weeks. I want to reply, and yet, as soon as I open the draft and get to work, my brain blanks. It’s really frustrating.

Do you rp smut?:  YES / NO. Do you prefer to go into detail?:  YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?:  YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?:  Just about whenever, as long as partner is up for it. And it’ll be for either or, depending. For certain ships, such as Kaede and Kenpachi, I feel it is part of their character and relationship development, seeing as they’ve managed to grow a deeper bond with each other through it. For other muses, such as almost anything with Amaterasu, it’s usually out of fun. - Anything you would not want to rp there?:  Eh... not really, unless partner is uncomfortable with it.

Are ships important to you?:   YES / NO. Would you say your blog is ship-focused?:   YES / NO. Do you use read more?:  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Are you: Multi-Ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship  —  Multiverse / Singleverse. - What do you love to explore the most in your ships?:  The growth between them. Just literally anything between that. Watching the couple’s bond deepen, how much they learn about each other, and the trust that strengthens over time. - What is your smut tag?: nsfw mention

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO. - And what kind of ones?:  Just about any; romantic, sexual, platonic, hate, family, etc.

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?:  Usually that’s up to the other’s interpretation of the character. But Kaede has some potential, developing surprising friendship despite her division’s reputation. She’s bit of an opposite from her captain and co-lieutenant, probably being the most patient and kindest of the three, as she’s the only one to pursue any friendships. I would say I’d love to find more plots in reference to her backstory, whether some random character she befriends or is enemies with finds out her birth, or she feels to rekindle a past friendship.

- With what type of Muses do you usually struggle to rp with?:   ... I dunno if I really have an answer for that. Kaede’s one of my easiest going muses, unafraid to interact with anyone. She tends to fit in just about anywhere. Though I’m sure this partly due to her being my most developed and being well established. - With what type of Muses do they usually work well with?:  Honestly, I think just about anyone, depending on the scenerio and who they are. That also determines how she approaches and interacts with them.

- What interests your Muse(s) in general:  There’s a list of things. Gardening, social gatherings, her division... She’s also into new experiences, things that are foreign to the Soul Society. - What do they desire, is their goal?:  She simply wants to make her mother proud, to better society if she can, and continue to aid and serve her division. - What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?:  Body language. It’s a trained type of thing, trying to read them by how they hold themselves. How approachable they appear, their intent, etc. - What do they value in a person?:  Depends, as she understands everyone is different. But mostly their determination, honesty, and dedication, even if she’s not the receiver. She can still respect them for it. - What themes do they like talking about?:  Eh... Just about anything, aside from herself. Anything gardening or about flowers is where she’s the most enthusiastic. - Which themes bore them?:  Idle chitchat or small talk. She likes to carry an actual conversation. So trying to ask her about the weather, she’ll more than likely walk away.

- Did they ever went through something traumatic?:  Sort of? There’s a couple things; the discovery of Azashiro’s imprisonment and his crimes, the sudden disappearance of Yoruichi and Kisuke, and the brief encounter with Yhwach’s clone during the war. - What could possibly trigger them?:  Both Azashiro’s imprisonment and Yoruichi and Kisuke’s exile have been resolved, so no. Though to ask her about Azashiro, she’ll be guarded and, depending on the person, defensive. The incident with Yhwach was a literal flash, leaving her physically scarred, but otherwise unfazed. - What could set them off, enrage them?:  Azashiro, yes. Depending on who the person is, obviously. Kisuke is the most notable target of this rage. - What could lead to an instant kill?:  Again, Azashiro, depending on who brings it up and what’s brought up. Mostly, if it targets her mother and threatens to expose them, including her adopted father.

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?:  Yhwach and Aizen. Both have caused a degree of grief in the Soul Society, and even for those outside it. She also hates those that use their position of power for selfish reasons. - Is there someone /-thing they love?:  Her mother and adopted father, and the Shiba clan as a whole. Her division, and her current captain and co-lieutenant, along with her former captain and her brother Yuushirou. She also loves, though won’t admit it often enough, Askin (verse dependent). Kenpachi as well (verse dependent). Any and all her friends, including Kisuke. There’s also a huge soft spot for animals of any kind.

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?:  As long as you’re not a sworn enemy to her or the society, just about anyone’s good to go. Just strike up conversation, ask for a spar, to drink, etc. She isn’t one to simply ignore or dismiss anyone, so long as there isn’t any bad terms between them. - Where are they usually to find?:  In the second division offices or training grounds (sometimes in the onsen), at her home, or strolling or patrolling through the Seireitei.

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?:  Eh... nothing I can think of off the top of my head. Except that, no matter how kind a face she has, she can still be a merciless killer.

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by:  @skyvar​ (thanks for the tag, though not sure if I should really be thanking you ‘cause this about drained me!) Tagging:  you reading this.

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Marry Me - Bucky Barnes *ENDGAME SPOILERS*

Summary: For five long painstaking years, she had to live without the love of her life. So when he comes back, she doesn’t want to waste anytime she has with him. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1,397 Warning(s): Angst, Mentions Infinity war deaths, ENDGAME SPOILERS, mentions depression, mentions taking sleeping pills(not sure if this is an actually warning), some direct lines from endgame which btw I do not own, Thanos and his army get what they deserve, etc. I may have missed something. 

A/N: I watched endgame and got a little inspired! Enjoy. 

60 months, 260 weeks, 1,825 days, 43,817 hours, 2,629,038 minutes, 157,742,310 seconds, or 5 years. That’s how long she went without the love of her life, Bucky Barnes. 

She fought alongside the others, trying their best to defeat these monsters. It seemed like when she managed to get rid of a couple, a dozen more filled in its place. By the time she was called into the lush green forest to fight Thanos, she was covered head to toe in dirt, sweat and blood. When seeing him, she didn’t hesitate to run towards him. But her efforts were futile as she was smacked by the gauntlet, and sent several feet away from the battle. Black spots clouded her vision, and she fluttered her eyes close. A couple of minutes later, she was being shaken awake.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked, helping her up. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” y/n said, dusting herself off. Walking over to the others, she didn’t see the purple man anywhere. “Where’s Thanos?”

“He... disappeared,” Thor stared at the ground in disbelief. “He said I should’ve gone for the head and snapped his fingers.”

For a moment, everything was quiet. She thinks everyone was trying to mentally sort through what just happened. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Bucky come through the bushes.

“Y/n? Steve?” Bucky called out. The two people he called out to turned around just in time to see Bucky turning into ash. Y/n, being Bucky’s girl, raced over.

“No, no, no. Please god no! Anyone but you!”

“I love you, doll,”

“I love you to, Buck,” She smiled, tears rolling down her face. He disappeared just as fast as those eight letters left her lips. Looking down at her hands, they were covered in ashes. His ashes. A hand was put on her shoulder. “He’s gone...”

“Y/n...” Steve brought her in for a hug, but she wasn’t having it.

“No, Steve! You don’t get it!” She yelled, beating Steve’s chest with her fists. “I was going to propose to him, and now I can’t thanks to that crippled raisin!”

She jolted awake, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Every time she closed her eyes, it would be the same nightmare over and over. She thought, ‘Why couldn’t it be me and not him?’ ‘What if I did this instead of that?’ ‘Why wasn’t I fast enough to stop Thanos?’ ‘What if I hadn’t gotten knocked out? I could’ve stopped him from snapping his fingers.’ All these what if’s and why questions lead her to a depressive state. Then that lead to taking sleeping pills just to try to sleep at night. But the nightmare still came regardless.

Her mind went to the black velvet box sitting in her nightstand. Like in the nightmare, she was going to propose to him because fuck society and their stupid stereotypes. Sighing, she leaned over and grabbed the box out of the drawer. Tucked into the cushion sat a simple silver vibranium ring that she asked Shuri to make. She thumbed over the cold metal, choking back tears. 

“You okay?” A voice behind her asked.

She peeked over her shoulder and saw Steve standing there. “No, I’m not,”

“You want to talk about it?” Steve stepped into y/n’s room, sitting on the edge of her bed. When Steve saw what she was doing, he frowned.

“Not really,” 

“Talking about it may make you feel better, you know?”

“Talking about it will only make me angry, Steve,” Y/N turned her gaze to Steve. “I’m angry because I didn’t do everything in my power to stop Thanos. I’m angry because I let myself get knocked out. I’m angry that I didn’t do anything to save him! It should've been me, Steve. It should've been me.”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself, y/n. You did everything you could’ve done,”

“But why does it feel like I didn’t do enough?” y/n sobbed loudly.

Steve sighed, sitting there in silence as the woman next to him finally broke down. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and brought her in close. A few minutes later when she calmed down, he looked down at the ring in the box. “Have I ever said thank you?”

“Thank you? For what?”

“For making Bucky happy. I’ve known him since we were kids and not once has he ever talked about one woman before. He really does love you, y/n,”

Steve’s statement made her smile. “You think he’d say yes?” She asked, referring to the engagement ring.

“Definitely,”

“We need to bring him back. We need to bring everyone back,” She said with more motivation in her tone. 

“We will,”

The team split up, went back in time and got the stones. When they got all the stones together, they put them in a gauntlet Tony had made. Bruce, being the brave soul that he was, put it on and snapped his fingers, bringing those who died five years ago back to the current year. She, along with Scott, had walked over to the window. Completely amazed, she heard the birds chirping.

“Guys... I think it worked,” Scott said beside her. Just then, the compound exploded and buried her and the others under rubble. She groaned, feeling the pressure of debris on her body. Scott cleared the bits of concrete off her and helped her up. “Come on! We got to go save the others!”

The next thing she knew she was on a planet that was in ruins. Gazing around, she saw those who got dusted five years ago and some she didn’t recognize. 

“Avengers... Assemble!” Steve said, gritting his teeth before charging forward towards Thanos and his army. 

She runs towards the first alien monster she sees and doesn’t hesitate in stabbing its gut with her sword. Pulling it out swiftly, she moved on to the next one, cutting its head off its shoulders. One by one, she continued to take them out. That’s until one of them got too close for comfort and knocked her and sword to the ground. She held the monster up using her forearm as it tried to gnaw at her face. It was evident that she was struggling to get this monster off her. And just when she thought it was going to get her, the monster’s body fell limp and fell on top of on her. 

Tossing the body off, a familiar hand came into view. She looked up and saw the one person she’s been missing for 5 years. “Buck?”

“Hey Doll,”

“Bucky! I’ve missed you!” She grinned, getting off the ground and hugging him tightly. She was almost afraid to let him go, afraid he’d disappear again. Pulling away, “Marry me?”

“Are you seriously asking me to marry you during a fight?”

“Yeah, yeah I am,”

“As much as this reunion is cute, there’s a fight going on,” Sam said into the comms, flying over head.

“Sam has a point. How about you give your answer when the fight is over?”

“That’s if we’re still standing,”

“Don’t talk like that!”  She hushed him, but then was pushed out of the way when an alien came towards her. Bucky pulled the trigger on his gun, killing the monster. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, doll,” Bucky winked, before killing more aliens. “Don’t go to far love,”

“Wasn’t planning on it,”

Together, side by side, they killed more of Thanos’ army. They were killing them left and right, but then they started to turn to dust. The panic in y/n rose seeing them all turn to ash. Turning around, she saw that Bucky was still standing there.

“What’s going on?” He asked, stepping towards y/n. “Did we win?”

“I don’t know, but I hope we did,” She whispered. Facing him, y/n grabbed his face. “You never gave you me an answer you know.”

“Ask me again,”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes,”

I actually wrote something for once! YAY GO ME! I have other things in my drafts that I’m working on, but I don’t know when I’ll post them. Procrastination is real bitch ain’t it.

Feedback? Please?

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