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Fixing Dual Destinies

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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!

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‘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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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. 

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🌸Explosive Nebula 爆発性星雲🌸

Posted 07.22.2021

Written and Published by: explosivenebula

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

ONEWE reacting to you fanning over different groups

Like I said I'm just in the mood for some ONEWE so if you wanna throw ONEWE requests at me I'll love you forever, I also have a ONEWE reacting to you asking them to teach you how to play an instrument, and reaction to getting the silent treatment both will be vv cute and I'm excited to post. Btw before getting to Kanghyun a thing to note both Kanghyun and Kinos real name are Hyunggu !! I chose a random idol then realized I chose my second Hyunggu so that's funny

Pairing: ONEWE x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Angst if you squint but you'd need a binocular to see it as angst

Gf credits to rightful owner ✨

Yonghoon

Okay so to start this out with none of them would be mad at you liking a different group

It's the swooning over members that takes too much rent in their mind

For Yonghoon it was your absolute heart eyes at Bomin of Golden Child

He felt comfortable in the relationship

Didn't worry about you leaving him for Bomin

But the smile on your face from Bomin videos gives a pang to his heart that he struggles with

He wants to be the one who makes you smile like that :((

He'll get very pouty when you mention Bomin and very needy

Boy will be hugging you and cuddling up to you

He wants you swooning over him not Bomin

Once you picked the pieces together

Ohhh you clowned him

You couldn't believe your perfect boyfriend, your soulmate if you will,, thought Bomin took more thoughts in your mind to make you happy??

You had to prove him wrong immediately, expressing how you smile at him just being in the room with you

You're absolutely captivated by Bomin yes

But you're even more absolutely in love and whipped for Yonghoon that no idol could compare

Equaling to a happy friendly giant boyfriend

Give this big boy all the love period

Harin

A big baby🥺

Legit after seeing how excited you got over SF9 Rowoon boy got so pouty and sad

He loves you enjoy SF9 but seeing you watch Rowoon fancams his heart hurts a little at your squealing over a "Enough" fancam since he can tell your heart flutters

He also feels comfortable in your relationship he knows you won't leave or love him any less

But what is it about Rowoon that has you so intrigued by him? Was it the dancing?

Harin would think about it so much oh Lord he'd try to learn a SF9 dance for you

But SF9 dances are hard so he was struggling but trying his best he even whent to Dongmyeong for help

When you went to drop him off lunch one time you where confused at the fact he wasn't at his drums but in the dance practice room

You saw him trying his best to learn hide and seek by SF9 prompting you to ask him what made him feel the need to do that

Or if there was some sort of promotion you didn't know of

walking up to him holding his hand saying you brought him lunch

In which he'd be putty in your hands out of sheer love and appreciation for you

He'd crack and express his minor insecurity

Your heart would drop

Even though he said it was nothing serious your boyfriend obviously was a little upset or worried if he learned a dance for you

Hugging him quickly you better make sure to give all your attention to him

Since he deserves all the attention he's been deprived of since you decided to rewatch summer breeze 3 times because of Rowoon in the chorus

Kanghyun (Hyunggu)

My boy okay this could get long

Since as we know I love Kanghyun so much

Legit cried over him yesterday bye-

So he noted quickly that you started taking a liking to Pentagon

Especially Kino (who knew you had a thing for hyunggus)

Watching his covers, listening to his solos, focusing on his part in Daisy from how much you swooned from his voice

Kanghyun enjoyed Pentagon too

He realized your interests peak in Kino quickly

He wasn't sure if he was feeling insecure or just really missed your attention

He decided to get to learning the chords of a Pentagon song to play for you

Deciding on a song he decided to be rambunctious and actually sing instead of being purely guitar, wore a cute kigu, did everything he knew would have your heart melting

Taking notes with Yonghoon he had him look over the cover and he gave much approval

Once Kanghyun edited and posted it he then texted you to check out the latest video

Not uncommon for him to do but you where curious

To say jaws where dropped at that,, legit how cute could he get???

When he came home that day you immediately complimented him on his cover

"Does this mean I get to be your favorite Hyunggu?"

"Wait baby where you jealous??"

Immediate silence I tell you that he's go beat red till he'd start laughing

Give this boy the world pls

Dongmyeong

Again also could get long my bias line always spark something in me that makes me write a mile a minute

So this is the only boy I could see actually getting a lil actually jealous

Since he loves your attention

He is a attention loving boy

So when he hears you call Taeyoung of Cravity your sunshine?

Boy aiNT having it at ALL

Thinking you can call someone else sunshine when he's the definition?

Not sitting right with him no sir

The difference with everyone else v him is he will immediately whine

"y/nnnnn I thought you loved meeee"

"I thought I was your sunshine"

"you know who's also sweet and precious? You're wonderful boyfriend it's meee"

Like he's just be going for it

The only way to solve it is giving him all your attention and kissing him till he shuts up

Since boy will be putty

He will be so happy once he got your attention back

In summary make sure you give your sunshine boyfriend much attention and love and don't call other boys sunshine even if they are since Dongmyeong will be jealous

Cya (Giwook)

Cya got you into The Boyz not knowing how much rent they'd take up in your mind

If he'd known before hand wasn't sure if he would show you his best friends song

Not to be rude or anything !! Just the amount you spend time watching videos of them on RTK or After School Club when you could watch movies and cuddle with Cya??

He really wants his regular affection from you but you get so distracted by TBZ videos

Once you started to find Sunwoo cute tho

Boy would not know what is feeling where

But he did not like it

He wants to be called cute too :((

Your conversations are great but it's not like you compliment him randomly calling him cute like you do Sunwoo

Immediately decides you won't be meeting Sunwoo for quite a lil while doesn't know how to decipher his feeling would probably make a rap about it

I don't think he'd post it to his soundcloud but it's be a draft

So when you too where hanging out one day and you where listening to his unreleased and found that

I think he'd forget it was on that file and be immediately embarrassed

Since it's not like he names people

But he does sound jealous

In which you're quickly putting the dots together like

Baby?? Are you jealous??? Over TBZ?? You know you're my best boy and I'm dating you not them right??

And boy is red

He is ready to throw the thumb drive if it didn't have other songs he really liked on it

After talking about it everything would be chill

A kiss or two to make him feel better wouldn't be bad tho-

[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.

[tiarnanabhfainni]

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 =)

[senboago]

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.

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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.

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Okay. III

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4

A/N: It’s been a year or two already (I think I’m not really sure) since I last posted and man, this has been sitting in my drafts for forever. But I’m glad I was able to finish this chapter and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. 

This is a long one and I was about to cut it in half but decided not to. I hope that’s all right! 

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It was easy. Finding a house was easy, getting a job was easy. With your title as an ex-Auror, Madam Rosmerta didn't think twice about hiring you, especially since there were Dementors stationed around the village. She thought that with an ex-Auror around, customers would most likely feel safer. The pay was small but you didn't care about that, you had enough to get you by; besides, Sirius was chipping in as well.

Classes started a month ago at Hogwarts and you knew this was the year Harry could come to Hogsmeade. You tried to calm your excitement down and remind yourself that he may not be as thrilled to meet a godmother he never heard about until now.  

You almost forgot that the faculty loved visiting Hogsmeade as much as the students; so, when the head of houses came trotting in, you almost dropped the tray you were carrying, along with the numerous empty glasses on it. McGonagall's usually stern eyes widened in surprise as well and she rushed over to you like a mother who finally found her long-lost daughter.  

"Y/N Y/L/N!" She exclaimed so uncharacteristically even Professor Sprout raised a brow in mild surprise. "How are you? You've been gone from the earth for who knows how long. Since when have you been back?"

You placed the tray on the counter and whisked it away with your wand so the glasses washed themselves on the sink then turned back to your old mentor. "I've been getting by somehow." You cheekily replied. "I've just been back actually. How's Hogwarts?"

"Oh, absolutely dreadful, dear. The Dementors are sucking the life out of the school." Professor Sprout answered. "If it only weren't for Sirius Black-" She was about to continue but Professor McGonagall shot her a sharp look which made her backtrack on her words immediately. "Ah-yes- I almost forgot. He was your friend. I'm sorry dear."  

You let out a sad smile, "Yes... well, people change, don't they?"  

Professor McGonagall sympathetically placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, you should visit the castle sometimes. Harry- I'm sure Harry Potter would love to meet his godmother. Professor Lupin may want to see you again as well."

You frowned at the mention of his name and you turned away from McGonagall. "I'll um... I'll think about it." You replied awkwardly, "Now please excuse me, but I have to go back to work." You made sure to stay clear of your old professors' presence for the rest of their visit. It's not that you hated them, but you didn't want blasts from the past to hit you.  

The door soon opened and a huge, black dog came trotting in. "Ah, always on time that one." Madam Rosmerta chimed as she came out of the bathroom. "You can go once you finish cleaning up Y/N, can't keep the lovely canine waiting now." She beamed as she went to pat the dog fondly on the head. "You're a good boy now aren't ya Mr. Snuffles?" She cooed.

You held your laughter in as you watched Sirius wag his furry tail and he shot you a glare momentarily. You cleared your throat and went to wash the remaining mugs. You were done in a matter of minutes and bid Madam Rosmerta goodbye as you and Sirius exited the shop. The both of you walked the already empty street of the village and you could feel the cold etching on. Sirius nuzzled your hand in comfort and you flashed him a thankful smile. Auror or not, Dementors still creeped the hell out of you.

You soon arrived at the doorstep of your small house at the edge of the village. It only had one bedroom and bathroom, and the kitchen was connected to the living room but it was livable and that was all that mattered. You closed the door behind you and closed the blinds of the windows and turned the lights on. When you turned, Sirius was already sitting by the fireplace on the rug.  

"What do you want for dinner?" You asked and he just shrugged his shoulders. You sighed and went to the kitchen and searched for something to cook. "You know," you started, "I saw Professor McGonagall today." This seemed to catch his attention because he turned to you. "She said I should visit the castle sometimes, see how Harry is doing, and maybe have the courage to finally meet him."  You rambled, "Oh and guess what? Remus is a professor now."  

You had Sirius' full attention now and he was making his way towards you.  

"Dumbledore offered me a job months ago, for the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I'm glad I refused because it seems that Remus was the second choice." You took out the board and placed it on the counter. You tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear and whisked your wand towards the spices and levitated it towards the board. You enchanted the knife to cut them and you got some chicken off the freezer.  

Sirius began setting the table, silently listening to you. "McGonagall even told me that Remus might want to see me again. I bet he'd be absolutely thrilled." You sarcastically announced and turned to your friend who was watching you. "You're awfully quiet." You noted.

Sirius raised a brow at you and flashed you his usual playful smirk. "I love listening to you talk of course.” He smirked, “Besides, I might finally learn what happened to the both of you if I keep listening."  

You shrugged your shoulders and casted a heating spell on the chicken to quickly defrost it. "Well in summary, he left me." You simply said. Sirius looked at you as if you had just grown another head.  

"What? I'm confused. Remus was in love with you!"  

You frowned at him. "Well I guess love wasn’t enough to make him stay." You countered. "But it's not entirely his fault anyway, I was probably a handful." You busied yourself with cooking to not let your emotions get the better of you. "I mean, he's had enough on his plate from the start- and just to add me to it; he probably couldn't handle it y'know?"

Sirius shook his head fervently, "No, no, no, no, that couldn't be it, that sounds nothing like him. Y/N, Remus loved you; he- he was planning to propose to you when the war ended!" He held you by the shoulders and looked at you straight in the eyes.

You turned away from Sirius, mainly so he couldn't see the tears that was starting to form in your eyes. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry for him anymore, and so far, you've been able to keep that promise. But knowing that he was going to propose stabbed something deep inside of you. A longing that no one else could replace; regret that maybe you should've done more to keep him. You shouldn't have let him walked out that door that night ten years ago.  "People change Sirius, you of all should know that by now." Steeling your resolve, you turned your back to him to drop the conversation.

Sirius scratched the back of his head then threw his arms up in surrender then stalked off towards the living room. He must’ve had a million questions but you didn’t have the all the answers.  

Dinner was soon served and the both of you ate in silence. Your earlier conversation still played in your heads like a broken record player. Sirius was still mulling over on how Remus could have ever willingly leave you, and you on the other hand, still couldn’t get over the fact that your ex was going to propose. Had things only turned out differently you’d probably have an 11-year-old kid who was probably writing you letters about the horrors of being a first year at Hogwarts, a kid who probably looked up at your 13-year-old godson as a big brother.  

Those thoughts haunted you well into Halloween. Sirius and you apparated to Godric’s Hollow first thing in the morning to visit James’ and Lily’s grave. You brushed off some fallen leaves away and pulled out some weeds as Sirius looked on and whimpered in his Animagus form. You took out your wand and waved it in one swift circle, “Orchideous.” You whispered and a bouquet of flowers conjured itself and you arranged it on the grave.  

After casting a few charms, Sirius turned back into his human form and the both of you ate the lunch you packed. Sirius was awfully quiet and had a weird look in his eye. You reckoned it was just because of visiting your best friends.  

You pulled on your jacket as the wind was starting to pick up. “We should get going.” Sirius mumbled and got to his feet. He held his hand out to you, which you gladly took, and he pulled you up. With a final look at James’ and Lily’s grave, you held Sirius’ hand and Disapparate back to a nearby cave just out of Hogsmeade.  

“Are you sure about tonight, Sirius?” You questioned.  

He gave you a look. “If you have a better plan then I’d like to hear it.” He spat and you furrowed your brows.

“No, I just think- I mean, don’t you think it’s kind of rash to just infiltrate the castle like that?” You backtracked, “Or what if I went instead?”  

Sirius looked at you strangely. Something clouded his stormy gray eyes just as he clenched his jaw tight and his entire body tensed. You instinctively grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, never breaking eye contact. Vengeance pumped in his veins right now but you didn’t want him to do something he might regret later. “Sirius please-” You tried but he shook his head and cupped your face with both of his hands. “It’s better if you’re not dragged into this mess. I can’t let anything happen to you. Or Harry, or even Remus.” His hands were shaking, from anger or worry, you weren’t sure. “I’ll deal with Pettigrew tonight. I’ll see you afterwards.” He dropped his hands to his sides while you swallowed a hard lump and tried to steady your emotions.  

When you got back to Hogsmeade, Sirius and you parted ways. You took the day off from the Three Broomsticks but now you just wanted to go to work to take your mind off the forthcoming event that would no doubt transpire later that evening. You walked through the streets and entered Honeydukes, the warm smell of every sweet you could ever find radiating off the entire building. “What do you think Harry likes?” A girl with brown, bushy hair asked a tall boy with flaming orange hair. Hair that reminded you terribly of the Fabian and Gideon Prewett. They were good people and better friends and were part of the Order. But by the end of the war, they were killed by five Death Eaters. Your heart sped up at the mention of your godson’s name but what if they weren’t talking Harry Potter? Harry was such a common name there was bound to be at least five Harrys at Hogwarts right now.

“Oh what about this- chocolate cauldrons.” The ginger answered and reached up the shelf to get the said sweet.

“We can get him chocolate wands too! I bet he’ll like those.” The girl chirped. Mrs. Flume, the owner’s wife, approached them and offered them samples of new fudge, they happily accepted. “Harry’s going to be thrilled! I wish we could get him more though.”

You bit your lower lip nervously and decided to approach them. “Hi, I couldn’t help but overhear.” You started and the two kids looked at you in confusion and suspicion. “I wanted to help. Here,” you fished some coins out of your pocket and handed it to them. “Use this to buy your friend more chocolate.” You smiled at them.

They gaped at you wordlessly. “I-we couldn’t- I mean-” The girl stammered and you shook your head to stop her from trying to return your money.

“I had a friend who couldn’t come to Hogsmeade that much before either...” You trailed off, “We used to buy him all the chocolate we could afford. You two remind me of that time.” You sniffed and offered them one last smile before you turned away and grabbed some chocolate bars and went to the counter to pay. Before you left, the two students thanked you profusely. If they really were your Harry’s friends, then this was the least you could do for him right now.  

You were sat at the kitchen of the small house, a teaspoon absently stirring on a cup of tea that had long gone cold. It was nearly sunset which means that the Halloween feast will start soon and Sirius will execute his plan- a plan he hadn’t bothered to tell you. For your own safety, he insisted when you kept on asking. A tap on the window by the sink brought you out of your thoughts, you turned to see a brown barn owl perched by the windowsill. You flicked your wand and the window opened, allowing the owl to fly inside and land on the table gracefully. You unlatched the letter on its foot and broke the seal to unroll the piece of parchment. A deep sigh escaped your lips and you gave the owl some treats as payment. You pocketed the parchment and went to grab your coat.  

Dumbledore invited you to the Halloween feast. You couldn’t remember people outside of Hogwarts being invited to the feast before, but the Headmaster did what he did you guessed. Besides, if you were inside the castle, you might be of some help to Sirius. You might also catch a glimpse of your godson. What you dreaded though, was seeing Remus again. Though you wondered how he’s been doing, you were far from ready to share a conversation if that would ever happen; you hoped to Merlin Dumbledore wouldn’t make you seat beside him. Hell, you’d take sitting beside Snape than Remus in these circumstances.  

You arrived at the gates of the castle not long after and Mr. Filch let you inside, though he was not happy about it. You entered the Great Hall just before the students started flooding in. It was wonderful, the hall had been decorated with hundreds of candle-filled pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering live bats, and many flaming orange streamers, which were swimming lazily across the stormy ceiling like brilliant watersnakes. “Miss Y/L/N, we’re happy you could join us.” Dumbledore greeted as you arrived at the front. The others barely even noticed you until Dumbledore started talking.  

“I didn’t think it would be polite to refuse such an invitation.” You answered. “Besides, I missed this.” You gestured towards rest of the Great Hall where students were getting seated on their respected tables. Your turned back to the old wizard to see him smiling at you, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.  

“You may take a seat beside Professor Sprout, Y/N.” He told you and you sighed in relief. Not only was Professor Sprout seated far away from Remus, but she was seated at the other end of the table, much to your delight. You barely spared Remus a glance, even when you could literally feel his presence radiating towards you. Poor man must’ve been so confused. You took your seat and scanned the Gryffindor table, trying to catch the messy mop of black hair of your Godson, but Professor Sprout took your attention away with a conversation.  

The food was delicious like you always remembered. Sometimes you could hear Remus’ voice as he talked animatedly to Professor Flitwick. Hearing his voice again made you feel weird things on your stomach. You blamed the food. He sounded happy though, and that was all you could ever ask for- his happiness.  

The feast ended with entertainment provided by the Hogwarts ghosts. They popped out of the walls and tables to do a bit of formation gliding; Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had a great success with a reenactment of his own botched beheading. It was a such a pleasant evening that you forgot all about Sirius and what he wanted to do.  

“The dementors send their love, Potter!” You heard a boy shout as the students started to leave the hall. You hadn’t had the chance to see Harry at all. There were just too many students. You ran a hand through your hair in exasperation. You wanted to see him so badly; and what was that about Dementors? Were they causing problems to Harry?

Only a few of the staff remained in the Great Hall as you approached Headmaster, “Thank you for inviting me again Dumbledore, I’m really glad to be able to visit.” The man waved you off stating that it was nothing and stated that Hogwarts will always welcome you home. Before either of you could say anything more, a student came running inside the Hall asking for Dumbledore because of an emergency. The wizard immediately excused himself and followed the student out. You looked at the remaining teachers; Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Remus stood up from their seats and started out as well and you opted to follow them, remembering Sirius and praying that this wasn’t because of him.

The Fat Lady was gone. Her portrait slashed to pieces. You stood behind the teachers and looked around; your heart was beating madly, alarms sounding off your brain. You locked eyes with green orbs and gasped when you realized it was none other than your Godson. He was standing beside the bushy-haired girl and ginger boy from Hogsmeade earlier that day. He was looking at you too, and you could tell he wanted to ask a million questions at once. Lily gave you a lot of that look before.  

You were so emotional at seeing Harry again that you almost missed Dumbledore ask Peeves if the Fat Lady knew who tore her painting.  

“Oh yes, Proffesorhead, he got very angry when she wouldn’t let him in, you see.” The Poltergeist grinned, “Nasty temper he’s got, that Sirius Black.”

The Gryffindor students immediately began whispering amongst themselves and Dumbledore sent them back to the Great Hall. They were soon joined by the other houses. You stayed behind by Dumbledore’s request and helped the teachers in searching the castle.  

While going through one of the corridors, someone grabbed you and pinned you against the wall so suddenly you instantly pointed your wand to the person’s chest, about to blast him away. Your breath got caught in your lungs as you realized who it was. “Remus?”  

“Y/N, you didn’t have anything to do with this did you?”

Shock was no doubt written all over your face. First conversation and already he’s assuming the worst in you? “Pardon me?” You asked incredulously.  

“Y/N, tell me the truth, did you help Sirius break in?” His voice firm, his usually warm eyes burning holes into your very soul.

You furrowed your brows and pushed him away. “Of course I didn’t. In case you missed it, I was at the Great Hall the entire time.” Though you really did help Sirius, you didn’t help him break into Hogwarts.  

“Then why are you here exactly?” He asked, one of his hand held his wand like a flashlight while the other rested inside his pocket.

“Dumbledore invited me.” You flatly replied and you could see him roll his eyes and groan tiredly.

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about. Why are you here Y/N? Near Hogwarts, at Hogsmeade, working a job you don’t even like? Do you really think I’d believe it’s just mere coincidence? You suddenly moving at Hogwarts the moment Sirius breaks out of Azkaban?”  

Damn was he good, but you weren’t about to let him get the upper hand on this. Your mind reeling, you thought of an excuse fast. “It’s not a coincidence, no.” You admitted. “I’m just worried about Harry’s safety.” He raised a brow at you but didn’t say anything so you continued, “I heard from old contacts that Sirius may be after Harry, so I wanted to be close by incase anything happened.” Your voice actually wavered and you hoped Remus thought it was because you were getting emotional. “I can’t let anything or anyone harm Harry. Even if it was Sirius.” You held his steady gaze and you knew he believed you then.  

Remus sighed. “Snape no doubt thinks one of us did it. Helped Sirius I mean.”

You shrugged. You never liked Snape but you didn’t have anything against him either. “He probably thinks both of us did.”  

Remus actually let out a small chortle. A smile broke out on your face. “Take care of yourself Y/N.” He said and started to walk away.  

You stared at his back moving away from you. “Hey Rem,” You called out before you could stop yourself, heat rising on your face as he stopped and turned to look at you in question. “It- it was nice to see you again.” He let out a small smile as he nodded and turned back to walk away. Well, you thought, that wasn’t so bad.  

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It's 3am and I can't sleep and I got hit with insecurity issues a few hours ago so I have a lot off thoughts that I'm going to shove into a post and forget about forever. Also there's the sound of an owl hooting very rhythmically from the basement and I just. That needs to be out there too I'm kinda spooked.

I'm sorry this isn't under a read more btw. I tried to find a button for it on mobile but couldn't find anything.

I'm feeling more and more like tumblr rp just isn't vibing for me right now. And part of that is definitely the elephant in the room we're all trying to ignore but can't, I acknowledge that. My writing has been on the fall for quite a bit but just kinda stopped when classes had to move fully at-home for me. Haven't touched the fic I've been working on for months, barely done drafts. Made some progress on the blog that I'm proud of but it never feels as satisfying as it should. I feel like I'm adding all these muses when I never even write most of the ones already here, like I'm just setting myself up for failure.

I know i don't reach out like I should. I know I'm horrid at keeping up communication and friendly chats outside of figuring out rp stuff. I've been shit at being social. That's something I say I'm working on but fuck man, I feel like I've made no progress there.

I feel like my choices in muses are shit. Every time I add a muse i get to see how many images for the blog theme I've made for muses that aren't here anymore. For muses that are here but, surprise! I forget they are because they just sit there in my head. And it hurts because I love them all, especially my ocs, and again I know me reaching out more is part of the problem, but I can't help comparing my own muses based on their popularity. Why should one get fawned over and not the others that are more alike than would appear on the surface, y'know?

And then there's the relationships. Friendships and love and so on that are so vital, so craved, and yet I always feel like an imposter writing them. What do I know about love? Or dating? Or even being a good friend? I sit here and wait for the day someon decides to say something and ask if I know what I'm doing. I really don't.

I'm sorry. To everyone here, to everyone I've ever written with in the past, though I know that's a long list of people who'll never see this. I'm just so sorry.