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â ROTTMNT AU MASTERPOST â
â TMNT Blog: @eughboi â ok to reblog â
â Dimension Hopper Leo AU: Leo managed to escape the Prison Dimension, but now he is in an alternative universe almost same as his. He has to go through many portals, trying to find his way back to his dimension.
[leo-centric] [MASTERPOST]
â Where You Belong: Mikey is the only turtle growing up with Splinter. When he becomes 13, he accidentally learns he actually had brothers. He and April try to connect to them once they find them with none other than the people trying to kill him for some reason.
[mostly mikey-centric, but POV changes often] [cw: abusive/manipulative parent]
â Let's Grab a Slice Together: Leo, Mikey, April, and Casey Jr end up time traveling all together. They are too late to find the key though, and now have to help their past selves to get it back and stop the Krang.
[cw: war themes, even if not detailed it is the bad future so beware; character death; temporary character death (?); injuries] [multiple povs, focused on the bad future fam]
â Last Hamatos Standing: Mikey is the only one escaping from the technodrome. Krang Prime has caught Leo and Donnie, and got Raph back in control. Now he and his family have to figure out to save the brothers and stop the Krang.
[cw: mind control, torture, hallucinations, manipulation, war themes, grief, body horror, loss of limbs (?)] [mostly mikey-centric]
â The Furthest Shores: After escaping from Draxum's lab, Splinter doesn't return to New York City, instead he hides in the Hidden City. He ends up in the Pirate Bazaar and meets with Piel. Seeing that Splints is just a poor guy with four babies he decides to give him a chance, inviting him to join his crew. Eventually the family grow up as pirates...
â We Ride at (Alien)Spawn: Apocalyptic AU except it somehow takes the turn of the cowboy concept- the boys become sheriff somehow (nobody questions mutants after being saved, especially since not many people are left). Join the new cowboys who ride Krang Hounds and a Krangfied train as they try to survive against Krang.
â Believe Me (I'm Warning You): Things turned out differently with the last fight against the Shredder. The Hamatos and Cassandra Jones never became friends. However, in the future a boy named Casey Jones Jr. is tasked to stop the Krang by Leonardo Hamato. How can he convince them, when no one believes him?
[casey jr-centric]
â Are We PokĂ©mon, Dad? : Everything is same, except they are in the pokemon world... and maybe because they are in the pokemon world, everything is not the same...
â A Turtle Like You: A Separated AU inspired by the classic Barbie movies, that was a joke. Now it is about how the twins change roles for fun but things go bad, and how Mikey wishes to be freed from Draxum's lab, and how Raph and April accidentally discover the Hidden City and three turtle mutants.
[cw: manipulative/abusive parent] [mostly disaster twins-centric, but other have major focus too]
â Too Little Too Late: Donnie years ago watched his own Leo sacrifice himself and get trapped in Prison Dimension. For years he searched a way to bring him back. Now as he continues his studies, he is also making sure no other Leo suffers the same fate by traveling to any timeline that may need him.
[cw: hallucinations] [disaster twins-centric]
â Hopelessly Surviving: They saved Leo, but it was too late. As the family was still not accepting what happened, hours later Draxum shows up, and somehow he has the help they need. Now Leo is back to life, but something is different. Something is wrong and Leo has to figure out what is true and what is not to win this battle (with the help of his family).
[cw: temporary character death, hallucinations] [leo-centric]
â Future Genius vs. the Past: Donnie manages to go back to the past from his future accidentally. He can save it all by changing the events that lead to the apocalypse, but what about his family in the future?
[donnie-centric]
â Literally Purple Dragons: Aside from his twin being the most annoying brother ever as usual, the day was going well for Donnie. Until he found Kendra right out of the manhole as a mutant komodo dragon, asking for help from him.
[donnie-centric]
â Stuck: Mikey and Draxum practice mystic powers to get stronger against the Krang. Something goes wrong, and Mikey is now stuck in a timeloop and has no idea how to escape.
[cw: time loops, but in the worst way ever; depression (?)] [mikey-centric]
â [to be named]: Draxum succeeds. He raises the four brothers as warriors and Lou Jitsu is kept as a prisoner until he decides to join him (he believes one day the man will see the right path). Things go much differently than what the yokai expected. After all, Lou wouldn't let anyone suffer like that- not even turtle mutants.
â The Mummy inspired Kendratello (crack) AU: What the title says. Nothing serious, I just think it would be silly thinking them in situations like in the movie.
#rottmnt au masterpost#rottmnt#rottmnt au#save rottmnt#unpause rottmnt#idk how to tag this#got so many aus to add too...#last updated:#12 april 2024#dimension hopper leo au#where you belong au#lgast#last hamatos standing#the Furthest Shores#we ride at (alien)spawn#believe me (im warning you)#are we pokmeon dad?#a turtle like you#too little too late#hopelessly surviving#future genius vs the past#literally purple dragons#stuck au
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oops my finger slipped... anyway
been going absolutely insane
I felt like I was collecting these fckrs like they're Pokémon or something lmao
I want to make art of them all
I WANT TO DRAW MORE
am absolutely fecking distraught I couldn't include more of them... mostly cuz I forgor most of them even existed lmfao
praying I tag everyone right đ°
from left to right, top to bottom:
Static Hue belongs to @ossiethegreat
Mimic belongs to @marshmall
Forest belongs to @julia-jck
Stitch (left) belongs to @stitchau
Stitch (right) belongs to @ezekrawr
yes I added two Stitchs right next to each other >:)
Forty-Six belongs to @starswirly
Buddy belongs to @a-silly-sys
Fluoride belongs to @mayandcheese
Async belongs to @fl00mie
Crosswire belongs to @tearcynical
Ethernet belongs to @labryveinth
Miscode belongs to @ask-miscode
Print Error belongs to me
Smiler belongs to @fetusbaconegg
Fossil belongs to @trashlate
Echo, Anx and Cavi belong to @hheisa
Psychology belongs to @thaltro
Peach belongs to @qin-qin16
Nym belongs to @artpepkin
Dot belongs to @yo-honne
Arz belongs to @danielave2001
Lucid belongs to @radicalrainbow
Bear, Dread, and Tomb belong to @brute-luvr
Pale and Template belong to @unu-nunu-art
Outcast belongs to @avianoutcast
#dear god the tags#THERE'S SO MANY TAGS#gonna have to reblog this a few times to add all the tags#soâŠ#this was originally supposed to be Print Error doodles#that quickly derailed lmao#some look a little odd without their hoods#how do you draw crystals??#HOW DO YOU DRAW AMBER?????#struggled a bit with drawing flower petals too#I stole Tombâs eyebrows heheheh#DO NOT PUT FLUORIDE AND CAVI IN THE SAME ROOM#dimmed down Hueâs flames from how I usually draw them#the way I drew Fossilâs amber makes me think of rock candy#love how Peachâs eyepatch turned out#you can barely see Psych's scars lol#same with Forty-Six's flower pattern#Lucidâs got some funky glasses#love that#Anx is my spirit animal#so is Cavi#theyâre both my spirit animals frfr#had tons of fun drawing them all#sans au#sans au art#sans au fanart#undertale au#undertale au art#undertale au fanart
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Part 16
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Also I love drawing unmutated Donnie so much, with each update he gets more and more scrunkly
I had to physically restrain myself from drawing his nose any longer.
Also Leo is a menace, and no matter when happens, as a brother he is contractually obligated to make fun of Donnie. Itâs just instinctual.
(Donât mind me, just dropping in some lore⊠or well, dropping it on Donnie)
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#oooh shiny crystal#the crystal mentioned was the one from episode 1 of rottmnt#just so you know#and as an avid collector of shiny rock#I can fully support Donnie in what he nicked from Draxum#I mean like I would too#to add to my collection of shinys#I have so many#itâs delightful#I just got some grape agate#itâs gorgeous#rottmnt#unmutated Donnie au#rottmnt Donnie#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#unmutated Donnie comic
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one Draco/Percy soulmate au concept I've had stuck in my head for a very long time is them meeting like super young
Like I'm talking no way to hide it because they're too young to realize that maybe they should
Like Draco barely remembers life before meeting his soulmate young
Point is Draco is not like as mean in this world because of having a good influence
Anyway all that preamble to say I'm thinking about Draco being kind of insufferable about his Soulmate being a prefect and then head boy
like anytime a professor tells the students to follow their prefects somewhere he is immediately at Percy's side instead of you know the actual Prefect he's meant to follow because "You're my prefect" type bs reasoning
and mixing that concept with the whole you can visit your soulmate in their house concept that i really like and you can pull alot of nonsense in those first three years
#percy weasley#draco malfoy#Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley#We are going with the assumption that Lucius and Narcissa don't really like keep them apart#because it doesn't make sense for them too in a soulmate au to me unless said soulmate was like not a pure blood#Are they happy its a Weasley? No not really. Are they willing to accept it because Family is family and at least he's pure blood? yeah#also if add a sprinkle of in universe losing your soulmate can lead to insanity or something dangerous like that#Then yet another reason to just have them complying#Though I've also been playing in my head with the concept that their parents actually legit got rid of their soulmates because they were#you know not good enough in their eyes and that that plays a part in it too#Like they made a deal with each other to be accepting of anyone it was as long as they were pure or something#Though Percy is 100% expected to take the Malfoy last name#have i made a post like this before??#i cant remember#i have so many soulmate thoughts about these two#would love to do something with them#but most likely will not#Elise's Thoughts and Concepts
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Allow me to present to you: Dead Moon Spirit AU.
"Ninety-five years after the Air Nomad Genocide, the war ends. There is no winner, nor loser. There are simply those who are still alive, and those who are not.Â
Ninety-five years after the Air Nomad Genocide, Admiral Zhao of the Fire Nation kills the Moon Spirit, and the Ocean roars. The sun hides away, and the only light is that of the seas, so very blue, and so very angry.
Ninety-seven years after the Air Nomad Genocide, Crown Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation is burned and banished, sent beyond the protected walls of Caldera, told he can only return if he kills the Ocean Spirit and brings the world back into balance.
No one has seen the stars since the night the moon died.Â
Ninety-nine years after the Air Nomad Genocide, in a South Pole ruled by darkness and cold, a beam of light shoots into the sky."
If I'm being totally honest with you, though, most of this story is me both testing out a different style, as well as pushing my Zuko-and-Yue-Bestie agenda.
I'm steadily working through it. It's a different writing style from my usual, and will probably only be a few parts, but I love it with all my heart.
I don't know quite when it'll be done, but I'm working through it steadily, in between writing for Fractures and BMaFT, so we'll see.
#dead moon spirit au#i truly am in love with what ive got so far#i read it often and every time i cant help but add more#its also a good time to flex some worldbuilding chops#cause oh boy lot of changes in the world from the moon spirit being dead and the ocean spirit going crazy#plus so many spirit shenanigans#but yeha this au is basically#zhao kills the moon spirit 4.5 years too early#so aang isnt out of the ice#the gaang are still children#and the world suffers for it#since without the avatar as a conduit the ocean spirit kinda doesnt have any inhibitions#and makes it QUITE known
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okay, so, I've collected a bunch of DP fandom stuff that I remember off the top of my head, specifically in chronological order & colour coded here in this post (fics/comics, tumblr posts, important imo) for no reason other than I saw a post asking for Phandom history & it triggered my biggest, most long-running hyperfixation & now I'm curious if anyone else remembers stuff.
this link is going to be the permanent version I will be updating, but I'm posting what I currently have (gonna go through my old laptop later for more) just to let people know. you can also find the link on my blog, but only on desktop. It isn't colour coded there, sorry.
please share more if you got anything else cuz I'm 100% sure I'm missing a lot of stuff & am too interested now. the biggest reason a lot of stuff isn't here is that I simply can't find it. second biggest reason is i forgor. things not included here aren't "unimportant," this is just the first stuff that comes to mind.
putting it under a cut 'cause it got kinda long
Mars by JadeRabbyt (2005)
Checkmate by pearl84 (2006)
Conversations of a Ghost Gabber by Cordria (2006)
The Foley Maneuver by bluemoonalto (2007)
One Thousand Years by Nylah (2008)
Lab Rat by AnneriaWings (2009)
Lost by Cordria (2010?) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]
Phantom of Truth by Haiju (2011)
Ghost Deaths (2012)
Through Coals and Rain by Kakawot (2012)
Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju (2013)
Pink Pants (2013?)
Wes (2014) [original] [1] [2] [3] [4]
this "I'm Inevitable" gif (2014)
Space AU (2014)
Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe (2014)
Danny, you dead IDIOT!! comic (2014)
wash away the darkest days by anthrop (2014)
Reverse Trio (2014)
Inverse Trio (2014-2016) ALT
Halfas are "feral children" (2015)
Burn the Streets, Burn the Cars by anthrop (2015)
It's Not Gay if He's Dead by phantomrose96 (2015)
You Smell Like Death by starfleetrambo (2015)
Ghost Bird AU by @rest-in-peachs (2016?)
Things I Can(not) Do In Amity Park by RedHeadsRock1010 (2016)
KEtTLE by Cordria (2016)
Deeper, Darker by Silvermoonphantom (2016)
Danny Phantom Punches Butch Hartman In The Face by MistressVintage (2017)
Dannypocalypse (2017)
Ghost Train (2017?)
Ghost Physics by jayrockin (2017)
Ghost Infographics (2018)
The Taxonomy of Ghost Cores: An Observational Study (2018) Communicating with Ghosts Professionally: A Study (2018)
Species in Danny Phantom (2018?)
Diddles Piddles by diddly-darn-ghost (2018)
Broken Ectoplasm by ghostanimal (2019)
Ghost of Heroes by Enigmaris & ScarletNightFury (2019-2020)
do not stand at my grave and cry (i am not there, i did not die) by blueh (2020)
Undercover Phantom by artistfingers (2021)
Corruption is a Two Way Street by datawyrms (2021)
Things That Bleed by artistfingers, kkachis, & Perfectly_Inconspicuous (2022)
10,000 works on AO3 (2022)
Ghost Speak:
Danny's handwriting (2015?)
Cordria (2015)
Fiver-Rivers [1] [2] [3] (2019)
Rubber Chicken Sounds (2019)
#Danny Phantom#Phandom History Archive#do you even understand how hard it was to find the original Wes post????????#i spent like 2 hours on that alone#Wes Weston why are you so hard to find#just realizing that a lot of shit happened in 2014#like. 2014/2015 ish#i joined somewhere between 2014 & 2016 so i guess i literally came here right at the peak of phandom activity#the height of tumblr's paranormal activity. you might say#i think i'm just biased though#should i put my own fics on here. Phantom is pretty important to me being my first DP fic#& also the thing that got me back into writing#it's not very good but by god if i dont love it. & anyways i put Bird AU on here lol i think i can put Phantom up at some point. as a treat#also if any links are broken tell me cuz i'm not checking them again. it's 4am#reminder: gotta find those Bird AU fics i read & put em here. there ARE actual Bird AU fics. i know there are. i did not hallucinate that#it just might be the hardest thing on earth to do since that was years ago & i have no idea what they were called#anyway gonna add a fuckton of fics & (hopefully) tumblr posts when i go through my old laptop. i got everything bookmarked on there#like. so many fics. i had them organized too based on what kind of fic it was. but they all have stupid names cuz i was like 15#me: i should do my stencil art today. just to be a bit productive & also maybe make money#my brain: what if you organized Danny Phantom fandom posts into a big archive for people to look at? for free. until 4am.#me: you know what that sounds so much better let's do that
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imo the perfect series finale for south park would be for them to dedicate their last couple of seasons to their junior + senior year of high school (yes live action because i think it would be awesome if done right, not insanely gritty and emo like riverdale). same startling humor and amusement, but kind of with a slightly more mature feel (because they are teenagers now after all; even though they donât exactly âact their ageâ in the show, you can still tell their naive youth plays a big factor in a lot of their reasonings and motivations behind their actions and decisions) like yeah, theyâre still being stupid and getting caught up in the weirdest shit, but this time theyâre being dumb teenagers instead of dumb kids. also! feel like romance would definitely be a core thing, because you know. teenage hormones. no explicit scenes, but definitely make outs and the like, and their relationships would play a more crucial factor in the show. for example, i think that at the start of the live-action saga, wendy and stan would still be entertaining their on-and-off-again-friends-who-make-out-and-have-a-different-response-each-day-if-you-ask-whether-or-not-theyâre-together and pretty soon, theyâd eventually just break it off for good, and that would be a major coming of age moment for stan as he realizes he was only staying with wendy because she was âsafeâ and reminded him of being a kid.
PROM EPISODE (for junior year)!!! it would be so lit. huge, huge potential there to get everyone dolled up. stan and wendy would already be broken up by that time, so naturally stan and kyle would just go together as FRIENDS. MUTUAL BACHELORS. DEFINITELY NOTHING MOREâŠ.not like kyle turned down heidiâs ask because âi donât want stan to feel aloneâ even though cartman and kenny donât have dates either? also stan definitely doesnât sneak a bottle in and definitely doesnât skulk outside and kyle definitely doesnât find him and just. sits and talks and just laughs and talks shit with him outside for the rest of the night and nothing is said about any sort of feelings kyle might have (if heâs even fully aware of them yet now that stan is 100% available for the first time in years) but. you can tell, everyone can tell that something is there, something is starting.
main highlights for this adaptation idea!
- bebe (cheer captain!) and wendy (heavily involved in asb, voted president senior year; thereâs a whole episode dedicated to her campaign against kyle at the end of junior year, she wins by just a few votes) as the queens of the school, most popular girls (bebe in more of a gorgeous-can-have-any-guy-do-whatever-she-wants-and-have-them-all-want-her kind of way and wendy in a beautiful-and-powerful-top-of-the-class-but-definitely-not-an-outcast way)
- cartman still cartman but not nearly as volatile as he once was, still generally considered to be a dick, though. at first glance you think heâs a stupid football player meathead, but heâs actually incredibly smart when he wants to be, kyle is annoyed by this every time he shares an ap period with him and he actually does well.
- ordered class rankings (top 5): wendy (valedictorian), kyle, butters, cartman, heidi
- shelley moved across the country for college the second she graduated, so itâs just stan, randy, and sharon. naturally he spends the night at kyleâs so often that he leaves an overnight bag there and the broflovskis are never surprised to see him stumble out of kyleâs room in the morning
- bendy canon literally like two months after permanent stendy breakup. poor stan is helplessly confused: âhas she been a lesbian this whole time????? did she think i was feminine??? is that why we were together for so long???â
- creek thriving as per
- kenny does musical theater and show choir. greatly enjoys it! butters is always front row and has never missed a performance.
- kyle captain of the debate team! wendy is vp, and thereâs kind of been a weird tension between them ever since stendy split, you can practically hear her say âi know what you are.â
- stan enjoys volunteering at an animal shelter whenever he can, he keeps this a secret for as long as physically possible and this becomes a big plot point as he makes up increasingly suspicious and not very believable stories and excuses as for why he is rarely available after school despite having no job or clubs. rumors that spread: | randy has managed to get access to harder drugs and is using stan to deal them across south park | stan is a whore-for-hire and will give you an excellent bj if you pay up and meet him somewhere discreet (cartman started that one) | stan is part of a crime group conspiring to kill the mayor and control the city (this one has him end up at the police station with his head in his hands).
- gerald really wants kyle to be a lawyer and practically has all of his schools picked out for him, thereby unintentionally giving his son an existential crisis on what the heck he wants to do with his life because he does not want to do what his dad does but he also doesnât have a good enough alternative to combat him.
- heavily hinted bunny, itâs literally right there but they tell everyone theyâre just friends. ongoing gag of them being caught in compromising and/or suspicious positions but somehow having a seemingly reasonable explanation each time.
- college decisions would for sure be a big plot point towards the middle of their senior year, especially for kyle. he only applies to two schools and is accepted to both of them: princeton (college of his parents, their pick for him to study pre-law) and stanford (his pick, unknown to his parents that he even applied, to study psychology). yes it is absolutely insane that he only applied to two ivy leagues but what is even more insane is that his parents only wanted him to apply to princeton and no other schools. haha well now he has to explain to them that he is going to california and is not following their carefully constructed plan for his future haha
- stan is similar to shelley, he doesnât really care where he goes as long as he gets to leave south park! he also knows he wants to do some sort of career helping animals but is unsure what exactly, so he just puts zoology as his major and applies to a lot of different schools. he ends up committing to uc davis! sharon is incredibly proud of him and cries when she sees the acceptance letter, randy is kind of bitter because he wanted stan to stay and help out with the farm since shelley booked it but eventually comes around (also stan wouldâve gotten a job at 7/11 before he started working at tegridy alongside his dad).
- butters gets accepted to the university of rochester for biomedical sciences. kenny doesnât plan on going to college, but him and butters decide to share a flat in the city, and kenny works odd jobs while also doing performances at various clubs in the at the area. also him and butters choosing to live together across the country is purely platonic!!! there is nothing romantic going on at all, they are just really good friends!! nobody buys this anymore
- cartman literally gets accepted to ucla on a full ride football scholarship for business management and it makes kyle want to tear him to shreds! liane wouldâve absolutely somehow paid for his entire tuition anyway if she had to
i feel like the length of each episode would be about 45 minutes with the series finale being like 90 minutes, the first half being their graduation with wendy giving an incredibly corny yet oddly emotional speech as valedictorian that pretty much summarizes their entire lives in south park. and then the second half would kind of be just like providing conclusions and tying up loose ends such as:
- shelley flying back home for stanâs graduation and reconciling with him; sheâs a junior at NYU and actually became a lot nicer and at peace with the world + herself after she was able to leave colorado
- randy actually having a good father-son moment with stan as they discuss his going off to school in california; stan realizes that his father definitely is not great, but he maybe also isnât the worst person in the world
- a moment of âthis is the last weâre ever gonna be like this, huh?â when the main four are hanging out at cartmanâs, traditional teen paranoia of the future
- bunny finally 100% confirmed as scene shows with Kenny having his arm loosely hung around butters on someoneâs couch, lightly pressed kiss on his cheek
ok i have a lot more but my #1 idea for the finale would be this:
- stan and kyle just aimlessly hanging out in the latterâs room about a week or two after graduation, easily talking about everything from college to music to new films to their friends; just enjoying each otherâs company before fall comes (they are unbelievably dramatic. uc davis and stanford are like a hourâs drive away from each other but coming from best friends who have lived in the same city together their entire lives, an hour away may as well be a whole ass country away)
- occasional comfortable silence. kyle has come to terms with his feelings about stan at this point, but has chosen not to act on it in favor of keeping his longest friendship intact. nobody knows, he never told a soul. unbeknownst to him, stan has been accumulating the same feelings towards kyle, but likewise has been keeping them sealed tightly in so as not to ruin anything.
- eventually, they somehow start talking about relationships. stan never dated anyone else after breaking up with wendy at the start of junior year, and kyle has never truly dated anyone, not if you donât count a faint fling with some loud city girl when he spent most of sophomore year summer with his momâs family in new jersey. he came back from summer break more certain than ever that he was 100% gay. he recounts this story to stan for the first time (heâd been too embarrassed to tell anyone when he had come home) and itâs met with an enormous fit of laughter.
- they start talking about how weird it is to love someone, to have these strong urges and desires towards someone in a way thatâs entirely unprovoked. to feel like you would do absolutely anything for this person, and to have life be unfathomable without them. they both agree on all their points, but no names are mentioned though!
- itâs the early morning hours before stan realizes how long theyâve been talking, and despite knowing he could stay the night, he decides to head home, suddenly flushed and overwhelmed with some sort of..something. does he really love kyle that much? in that way?
- the air is lightly tense as he leaves, kyle left feeling confused and slightly perturbed. against his butter judgment, he chases after stan outside, as heâs placing his key in his driver-side door to unlock his car.
- âwait!â
- stan turns his head, looking puzzled and faintly apprehensive. itâs summer, so the early morning is not bone-chillingly cold, yet also not as scorching hot as it will be come afternoon. itâs the perfect temperature, and itâs the perfect time, and before he knows what heâs doing, his feet are carrying his stiff, trembling body towards stan, whose eyes tell a thousand pictures despite his frame not moving a muscle.
- he stops in front of stan so that theyâre gazing slowly, directly, meaningfully into each otherâs eyes, and stan feels his throat go dry and his mind go blissfully blank. itâs slow and tender, the gentle yet firm way kyle stares up into his eyes, like heâs been waiting a lifetime for it (and he probably has) and he can feel his familiar breath whispering across his face, and all of sudden the careful movements, the gentle intention, all of it is gone in a flash.
- the very last scene of the very last episode of south park shows kyle slam his lips against stanâs, and then, lips still pressed together, the show ends.
#that was a lot wasnât it#guys im sorry ive actually been fleshing out this idea on my head for so long#i have so many more ideas for this but i want this to be semi concise lol#canât fit them all in might add as they come to me!#thank you so much if you read all of this mind jumble#live action high school south park is actually something that is so very special to me#i will also accept teenage south park in form of a graphic novel or comic series#thank u very much!#just wanna see these insane children act like insane teens is that too much to ask!#matt and trey boy have i got an idea for YOU!#make this happen and i promise we the people will be watching#thank you for your time everyone#live action south park#south park#sp style#sp bunny#sp bendy#south park high school au#side note here so i donât add more cornball to the post: song to introduce the credits as kyle kisses stan would be#dog days are over#yeah#those dog days are really over for them!!#the kids are gonna be alright#yes i took beautifully talented singer kenny from the circus episode and RAN WITH IT
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my bad for not posting much lately!! im not free for winter break yet and my days generally consist of fluctuating between "IT'S SOO OVER" and "WE'RE SO BAAACK" at incredibly rabid speeds,
#meant to say rapid but honestly it works this way too#thats just how its goin yaknow#I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY IVE GOT A WHOLE TO DO LIST FOR STUFF IVE BEEN DAYDREAMING ABT DRAWING I JUST BARELY HAVE THE TIMEEE#me trying to decide between secret santa shenanigans#hiding this in the tags but i wanna add my own spin 2 eric's magical girl luis au so bad like im gonna DIE and SPLIT MY ATOMS free me pleas
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Eternal gales isat au except Bloom is the one looping and she never fucking escapes due to the curse of being 9 years old. Oh and also the middle aged woman actively sabotaging her at every step of the way ig
#rat rambles#eternal gales#for context in the main version of the au I have au aris as loop and as such in any swapped looper hypotheticals their loops would be their#au antag counterpart and just so happens bloom has by far the worst one to be stuck with#all the other au antags would play varying degrees of nice but au bloom very much Would Not.#au bloom's whole motivation in canon eg was kickstarted by their original universe being destroyed after all#and to have that happen after being stuck in timeloop hell? she would Not be ready to let the universe fuck her over without a fight#and this is only one drop in the bucket of many Many reasons that bloom would have a unquely fucked up and horrific time if she was looping#fydd wouldn't have a great time either but I do think au fydd would be nicer to him no matter how low that bar is#au fydd would be incredibly unstable and angry but he wouldn't necessarily blame fydd for that I think#seeing his literal younger self go through what had broken him as a teenager would probably get him to try to keep it together#he'd understand theyre both victims that got massively fucked over#au sier would probably get closest to loop in terms of helpfulness but probably still less helpful if that gives you any idea of how#useless these fuckers would be like even the ones who would legitimately try would just sorta suck at it I think#owl in particular would probably be Way too stuck in the playing mysterious zone to be very helpful#au fydd just wouldn't know shit nor know how to go about explaining shit#au aris would be very very distant with their advice and take a very mia appreach to things (take a clost look at your evidence esc)#au mase would be dead silent 99% of the time#and as said au bloom would be actively sabotaging everything at any chance she could get#now aris and sier are so nicies to me by having au antags that already have easy loop names#owl already altered her name in canon after all and while uni isnt here au aris can still borrow their name#thank god sier isnt the main character here if the act 6 twist was revealed with sier awf owl full name drop thatd be horrible lol#isat spoilers#justttt realized that I should add that. thats what happens when you post at 4 am ig#speaking of time to pass out
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tongues and teeth by crane wives is honestly me imagine.
stella, manpulative princess bitch and very Rude and knew she can hurt someone with words , & petra, stubborn and a liar and the one who feel she fucked up everything dating jessie, a sweetheart that see through these two bitches and hope to love them with all their heart WHO IS ALSO HAVE A BROKEN SMILE AND A WEAK WILL AND JUST SELF SACRIFICNG JUST SO OTHERS AN BE HAPPY--
#dorkous ramblings#also hi!!! i took my usual break from here bc it is Good and Important okay!!! (also bc ive been busy amgfmamfg)#also watchout i got dead space remake so youre going to see me reblogging dead space stuff soon <3#and maybe a dead space au for xaragaard (bc it fits them and also idk but i kinda want ellie to survive in this au so) and maybe.#horror sci fi inspired au for jestellra..... i want stella a scientist jessie a engineer and petra 'i got hired to be a guard here....'#band together and fight horrid alien monsters so whY NOT#MSDGMSDMGMSDGM MAYBE SOMEDAY#too many jestellra aus in my brain weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee#I FORGOT TO ADD JESSIE AND THEIR BROKEN SELF BC NAUR NAUR THEYRE NOT PERFECT#every single character in that cube game isnt perfect
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summary: clan leader!gojo needs a favor from your clan but as the leader you refuse, so he proposes to give you a child since your husband is unable to.
"and what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?"
âif that happensâŠâ he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, ââŠthen iâll kill your husband myself and marry you.â
nsfw ahead cw: historical au, infidelity, pregnancy, creampie, child birth, satoru is pathetically in love. featuring samurai bodyguard geto and toji.
âi thought we had solved all our business with the gojo clanâ your husband says from the door he leans on.
âand i didâ you emphasize the i since the head of your clan is you and only you went to the clan meetings that got things solved. you tapped your lips a little bit more to place the reddish pigment looking at the mirror, âbut satoru summoned this meeting and gave no details.â
âsatoru huh?â your husband points, not letting go unnoticed the fact you used his first name without formalities.
âall rightâ you take one step back checking if your kimono is proper, âsee you tonightâ you peck his lips lightly to not ruin the tint on yours and proceed to the carriage outside.
for years the gojo clan and yours avoided each other due to some very old beef that no one remembers or even was alive when it happened, so when your mother passed and you assumed as the new head you soon decided to reach out to make peace with the current head of the rival clan and a friendly relationship was restored. more often than not you two met, sometimes with other clan members or even other clans when necessary, but today gojo insisted on being just the two of you.
toji, your bodyguard, opens the carriage door when you arrive and give you his hand for you to step out.
to avoid any issues the place of the meeting was always the temple middle way your residences. from time to time your families attended the prayers there, thatâs when your husband saw satoru for the first time.
âwhereâs his wife?â he asked the first time you pointed the white-haired man as the clan head after you made peace.
âhe doesnât have one.â
âfiancĂ©e then?â
âi donât think soâ you both watched discreetly as he greeted the monks.
âi find that quite odd. what about the black-haired man?â he pointed to geto, gojoâs bodyguard, âcould they be involved romantically?â geto leaned to whisper something to his master, a little bit too close if you might add, a few more inches and his lips would be touching satoruâs ear. his romantic life was no business of yours but you didnât like the idea of him having any partners, didnât seem right, though deep down you knew it was very unlikely for a handsome man like him to be alone. both men somehow found your curious gaze.
âgetoâ you greet the known bodyguard as you enter the temple, and he bows to you, your bodyguard nods at him as well and youâre guided to the secret room.
the conversation went on for almost an hour, satoru served you tea when he noticed you finished yours, which was unusual for a clan head to do such a mundane task but he always insisted no servant join on your private meetings. you always thought he was particularly paranoid about spies, but that suspicion was dismissed when you had your first meeting with other clan heads and he didnât oppose the people that stayed in the back of the room waiting for their masterâs orders.
âsatoru we went over this on the last meeting, why am i here?â you are getting impatient, satoru always seemed relaxed when he was at the temple like itâs the one place people donât come to him with problems, so he tended to do things without any rush at all.
âso impatientâŠâ he smirks, âi was getting to the point but fine. i need your doctors for a few weeks.â
because of the many wars and the necessity to heal mainly the samurai your clan became specialized in healing techniques and remedies instead of combat.
âis someone injured?â you raised your eyebrow, it wasnât likely for satoru to ask for something like this when he couldâve sent a letter.
âno. but we are expecting a conflict soon andââ
âlet me stop you there satoruâ you raised your hand and for a second you saw a glimpse of annoyance cross his features, âwe donât get involved with battles anymore, the healers go through extensive training and i canât risk losing them in battle.â
âso instead of putting their knowledge into practice you rather keep them locked in a room reading books?â
âthey are busy with research at the momentâ you raise your chin unwilling to budge on the matter.
âis that so?â he tilted his head smiling âand how many people does it take to figure out your husband is infertile?â
you widened your eyes, this is way too personal of a matter for someone else, especially another clan head, to know.
on the other side of the door, geto and toji guarded the room, they were close enough to listen to the conversation and without turning his head geto looked at toji with his eyebrow raised, to which toji only nodded confirming the rumors.
âyouâre not the only one with little birds across territories, sweetheartâ his smile only seems to grow.
âthat is no business of yours. besides, lending you my healers will only harm my clan and, as i said, put them at unnecessary riskâ you managed to find your composure back and avoid the infertility topic.
âdonât you trust i have the best warriors? you seemed to when we came to your aidâ he reminded a time you asked for their men.
âi paid for that.â
âand what makes you think i wonât?â
âwe donât need money.â
âiâm not talking about moneyâ he drops the volume of his voice.
âlisten, satoruââ you rise to your feet sensing the tone of this conversation is off.
âiâm listening, for a very long time iâve been listeningâ he rises as well and takes a few steps in your direction, âyou know what i listen to? the rumors about your family threatening to make your brother head of the clan if you donât bear an heir soon.â
you take a step back.
âor the resources youâve been spending to research a treatment for your husband. tell me, darling, can he even get it up for you?â he is too close now, you can see all the details of his insanely blue eyes.
âheâ thatâs not a problemâ you accidentally confess.
âof course itâs not, look at youâ his finger brushes your cheek and the touch makes you burn under your skin, âi could give you a childâ he lowers his head to your ear, running his lips on it, âa healthy, smart, beautiful childâ he presses his hand on your belly over the thick material of your clothes, âand it wouldnât even be an effortâ he presses his hardened member on your hip.
âand what am i to do when the child comes out with a white head of hair and blue eyes?â you look into his eyes challenging him to a solution.
âif that happensâŠâ he undoes the knot that holds your kimono together and pushes the material down your arms with no resistance from you, ââŠiâll kill him myself and take his place as your husband.â
you gasp, not expecting such an answer from the man you always watched trying to find a way to avoid violence.
satoru kisses your jaw then your cheek and when he gets close to your lips you turn your head, your conscience only now, in this intimate act, attacking you.
âheâs not fulfilling his dutyâ he whispers, letting go of the knot on his kimono, taking your hand and putting it on his chest. you open your eyes, not even aware you had closed them, and see his sculpted torso, so close to you, so warmâŠ
âitâs not your fault, canât you see?â he raises your chin, âit wasnât meant to be, unlike usâ you know heâs just telling you what you want to hear, but in his voice everything made sense.
âyouâll seeâ he picks you up and lowers his body with you back to the mat in the middle of the room, his kimono is still around his arms while yours was forgotten somewhere else, leaving only the very thin, dress-like, white undergarment that pretty much showed everything.
satoru lowers his head to your chest, his tongue wetting your nipple over the material, âi bet youâll become even prettierâ he replaces your breast with his hand, big and hot, and goes to the other nipple, âwith your breasts heavy and a big bellyâ he sucks on you, hardly, you put your hand over your mouth.
satoru raises your legs over his shoulders, âyour feet will get tiredâ he kisses the inner thigh, âbut youâll still come and see meâ you thought it sounded like a question, it was a statement.
his head goes down, as he kisses your folds your back arches, he licks a stripe ending on your clit and flickering it.
satoru starts to lose himself, he gets too intoxicated by you, almost forgetting time is running against him here. he doesnât have much longer until your bodyguard gets suspicious and calls for you, and by the way your hand is tight against your mouth he doubts youâll be able to give a proper response.
he wants to make you cum before he shoots his load, suguruâs intel told him you asked one of the doctors if the woman needed to come to increase the chances. it doesnât take much medical knowledge to interpret that question.
you cum on his tongue pulling him out of his dreams where he imagined himself doing that every night after those boring fucking meetings he has to attend at every slight inconvenience in his clan.
âitâs gonna be okay, just relax for meâ he pushes his length slowly before you get the chance to see his size. you whisper his name behind your hand and he canât stand not seeing your whole face, so he takes your hand out of the way and kisses your wet lips pushing his tongue and swallowing your moans as he goes deeper and starts to pick a pace.
satoru holds back a curse, reminding himself heâs in a sacred place and although anyone would say thatâs ironic given what youâre doing in the temple he would argue thatâs even more sacred than what most people prayed for.
you start to feel his weight down on you as he trusts get sloppier, heâs still kissing you, holding your lips with his when he twitches and fills your insides, in your drunk mind you think itâs so much more than what youâre used to.
after he catches his breath he pushes himself up and out of you, you allow yourself to close your eyes for a brief moment but you open them wide again when satoru pushes his cum back into you with his finger, âkeep it deep and warm for me, yes?â
one hour later you pass through the door your bodyguard slides open for you to enter your chambers. on the way there you realized thereâs no chance he and geto didnât grasp on what was happening inside the room.
âtoji?â you call before he can close the door and go to his personal room, he stops, indicating he listens although he doesnât respond with the formality others usually do, âi trust you wonât share with anyone what happened todayâ you speak firmly looking the tall man behind you over your shoulder, his scar stretches slightly with his smirk, the man bows and closes the door.
they said it was a road accident, the horse got spooked and ran, by the time they found it there was no rider so they searched your husband and found his body down the mountain.
the ritual was long, you wore the traditional widow clothing, accepting the kind words of the clan members and the prayer of the monks. though you really were sad, all this pity was making you sicker thanâŠ
âat least you didnât have kids, no child deserves to grow up with a dead fatherâ an old lady says to comfort you while holding your hands.
âexcuse meâ you turn around walking slowly to not raise suspicions and as soon as it is just you on the other side of your home you bend your torso and throw up all youâve eaten before the funeral.
you cough and when a tissue enters your field of vision you immediately take it and clean your mouth.
you feel your stomach empty but the light volume below it reminds you of whose fault it is.
you raise with the tissue on your lips to say thank you and the sight of the white-haired man makes you choke.
âshh, itâs okay, iâm here as an ally, to give my condolences to a friend in griefâ thereâs absolutely no seriousness in his tone.
âwhat about the war?â you ask through heavy breathing.
âthat was childâs play, donât worry, your healers will return safe and sound in a few daysâ he puts his hand on your shoulder to calm you down, you do.
satoru takes a second to drop his sight to your belly, it has been a month since your last encounter, and by your sensitive stomach he knows that one time was enough for you to get pregnant.
âdo you think you can hide it for another month until the wedding? then when the child is born weâll just say it was a premature birthâ god, your former husbandâs body was barely cold and gojo is already planning the wedding and what to say about the baby.
âwhy now?â you look up at his mischievous eyes, he knows what youâre asking truly.
âi donât know what youâre talking about, it was an accident right?â he touches your face, brushing away a tear that came out, more of a natural body reaction of your gagging than a sadness reaction.
âsatoru, tell meâ you demanded.
âi just reflect a little you know? when i said i would kill him you never asked me not to. besides, i donât want another man to think they own whatâs mineâ his eyes are darker, you think heâs talking about the child in your womb but by the intensity of his gaze, you realize heâs talking about you. âif you need anything tell suguru, iâll have him staying in the village until we announce the wedding.â
âno, i have toji, donât want anyone suspecting getoâs intentionsâ you defend.
gojo doesnât seem to like it, but he doesnât argue either, âeither way, i want to see you. meet me at the temple in five days, weâll talk about the arrangementsâ he leans in and kisses your forehead before turning away and then back âi almost forgotâ he reaches for something inside his sleeve and pulls out a shiny golden bracelet with gems and puts it on your palm, you know you canât wear it now but god itâs gorgeous, âcame from the west especially for youâ he puts his hand on top of yours and leaves it there for a long moment as you look into each other's eyes. satoru is fighting the urge to kiss you, if someone catches you he canât say heâs comforting his recently widowed friend, so he forces himself to let go of you and go head back to his village.
the midwife instructs you to push harder as her helper dabs a wet cloth on your forehead. youâre squatting, on your knees giving your all to push the baby out.
finally one last push is all that it takes for the little one to come out, you want to lay down and close your eyes, but you need to see the baby first so you mumble something with your arms open, the midwife cleans babyâs face through crying and screaming.
âitâs a boyâ she whispers putting him in your arms. satoru enters when he hears the cries and kneels in front of you. behind him are both suguru and toji, who arenât allowed to enter but the men are also very eager to see the child they canât help but try to peek.
you balance the boy in your hold for a little bit till he stops crying and when he opens his eyes you see the blue sky.
âgive him to the father, weâre not overâ the midwife says.
âwhat?â you, satoru, toji and suguru ask. the last two get an angry look from the midwife and remove themselves from the scene.
âthe next one will come out soonâ she puts new towels below you.
âtwo children? at once?â you ask in disbelief then look at satoru who can only smile apologetically.
after god knows how long youâre finally allowed to rest as the babies were cleaned and fed. the second one was a girl, with identical blue eyes as her brother and father.
âi canât believe you put two kids in meâ satoru is outside the wooden tub, breaking all tradition by helping you bathe after the birth.
âcanât say iâm sorry for thatâ he rubs your shoulders, âyou were incredibleâ he confesses now that thereâs only the two of you. satoru refuses to even let your feet touch the floor, he takes you out of the tub once the water starts to cool down, placing you on a dry surface and getting on his knees to dry your feet, you reach out to touch his face.
âi love you, satoruâ you blurt, overwhelmed by your feelings for the man who was once your rival.
he looks up from his position, taking the hand on his face and kissing your palm, then your pulse, he kisses inch by inch of your arm until his lips are on yours, âi love you.â
"pay up, pretty boy" toji approaches geto.
"excuse me?" suguru looks up from the sword he's polishing now that gojo dismissed him for the rest of the night.
"i said it was gonna be a boy."
"yeah and then a girl came out right after so the bet was invalidated."
"there's no such a thing, the boy will inherit it all anyway" toji crosses his arms, geto laughs, fishing a coin from his pocket since he knows toji will say anything to win the bet.
"and what makes you say that? there's two clans and now two heirs" toji snatches the coin as soon as he sees the silver glow.
"that's just how it has ever been" he turns his back to geto who drives his attention back to his sword.
"things are changing old man.
dividers by @/cafekitsune
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i thought too hard about insect motifs got a little silly and made... a lot lmao these versions of the characters are from @sm-baby's amazing digital carnival au!! full images and rambling about insect choices are gonna get stuck under the cut... it'll be a bit long and i will be putting photos of real bugs down there so be mindful
pomni: "butterfly"
inspirational species are black swallowtails mostly for the shape, and malay red harlequins mostly for the pattern
carnival pomni's actually the one that kickstarted this whole set... i drew her hat in a way that reminded me of butterflies, went "wait...", then i fully leaned into it :)
jax: "centipede"
there was no specific species for jax. without being able to use color, they were too similar to pick any out... i have included a giant centipede just for reference though since it was mainly larger centipedes i used for inspiration
anddd there's a little bonus sketch for how pre-sentience jax might've looked with a centipede outfit... he gets a bug scarf and some goggles!
ragatha: "ladybug"
inspirational species was the twice-stabbed ladybug chosen because the inverted color scheme looked the best out of all the ones i tried, and also because it's a metal name and we know ragatha's good with a knife... stabby stab... i did add more than two spots to the dress though, it just looks cooler lol
gangle: "spider"
inspiration was the spinybacked orb weaver which i was absolutely ecstatic to find because come on that is the perfect spider for gangle like look at it!! it looks like her mask, it's got red, it's got gold on the limbs, literally twinning
zooble: "mantis"
inspiration was the spiny flower mantis which, like with gangle, i feel is pretty much perfect for zooble... they come in many colors (including pink), have abstract patterns, and it gave me the excuse to cover zooble in spikes :D fun
and no kaufmo because i'm lazy and he's dead (sorry kaufmo fans but am i wrong), and the rest don't have bug names that i know of?
i still want to draw the carnival characters in their regular looks sometime, i just got really really inspired by the idea of secret skins and bug-themed outfits and went a liiittle haywire :P
anyways if you read all that you're a real one and you've got too much time on your hands... if you didn't, i understand, i get wordy, sorry :'D okay i think that's all byeee
#the amazing digital circus#the amazing digital carnival#carnival au#tadc#pomni#jax#ragatha#gangle#zooble#bugs#spiders#gif#my art#my fancy art
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Bewitched: The Rake and The Risk
Ëâàżà» james logan howlett ⊠bridgerton au series
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chapter two
cw: flirting (mix of 1800s and modern day), jealousy, old time thoughts of women and marriage, james is a slut
pairing: viscount!logan howlett x fem!reader
a/n: sorry this is later than intended! i try to aim for a new chapter every friday but college is kicking my ass right now. next chapter will be longer!! also!! if you want to be tagged for the bewitched series please comment on the original bewitched masterlist post linked above this<3 there are so many of you lovely readers who want to be tagged and i need a more organized way to find everyone to add. sorry for the minor inconvenience. i appreciate every one of you!!
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in all the twenty-nine years of knowing james howlett, lady chamberlain never would have pictured him coming to her home to ask about the eligible bachelorettes of the ton.
"what do you want to know, my dear?" lady chamberlain asked, sipping a cup of tea as the two of them sat in the living room.
"i am coming to you because as you know, my mother is expecting me to wed sooner rather than later and i was wondering whom might be the best women to seek out this season." james said, lying through his teeth.
if james really wanted to know who the best women this season were, he would've just opened the latest issue of lady cavanaugh. both of them knew this but it was more fun for lady chamberlain to tease the viscount.
"hm.." she smiles. "anyone in particular?"
"no."
the lie falls with ease. too much ease but lady chamberlain sees right through him.
"well, i did take note last night that the only lady you danced with was lady worthington's niece." she remarks slyly.
"the french girl?" he asks, playing coy. "i think i remember her."
lady chamberlain wasn't going to play games with the boy in front of her.
"i would hope so, you seemed quite fawned of her."
"i don't know if i would say that much."
"hm, so you don't want to know who she's planning to attended the mask ball with?" lady chamberlain smirks, knowing she's got him hooked.
everyone in the ton looked forward to the queens mask ball each season. it was the perfect way to help break the usual ice of finding 'the one'. that's where most couples tend to meet for the first time.
"let me guess..." james rolls his eyes. "prince harrison?"
lady chamberlain shrugs, placing her tea cup back on the dish. "the two of them talked quite a bit after you stormed off. she seems quite smitten with him."
"it's the first ball of the season. she has plenty of time to look for a better husband." he scoffs.
"well, dear... there are people who search their whole lives for something that's been right in front of them the entire time."
the elderly woman's words rang true in the room but james was far too in denial to notice them. instead, his ego was eating him alive. why would you not jump at the opportunity to be with the viscount?
Ëâàżà»
this afternoon was the queen's annual tea party. all the ton's debutantes gather to make friends and share their predictions for this season. anxiously, you paced the cobblestones outside, waiting for the carriage to pick you up.
"dear, it's not lady-like to pace back and forth." your aunt calls out from the doorway.
"my apologies," you reply, not stopping your feet.
"you're snagging the hem of your gown!"
thank heavens that the carriage was approaching. she waves you off, wishing you luck on your first adventure alone in the ton, wishing desperately she could join you.
your goal today is to make at least one friend. you'll even settle for an allied.
once you arrive at the queen's castle, you step inside. covered in soft pastels, flowers, and butterflies; you immediately feel calm. everyone is chatting and sipping tea at the tables. you sit down in the first available seat.
"you're the diamond, correct?" someone whispered next to you asks.
you turn your head to see a blonde girl to the right. she's wearing a soft yellow dress that doesn't quite fit her right.
"correct." you nod, offering the girl a smile to which she returns.
"shouldn't you be sat with the queen?" she asks, nodding to one of the beautiful girls surrounding the queen.
"probably but this was the first seat i saw." you joke, sipping on your tea.
the girl laughs with a small nod and introduces herself. her name is bridget and her father is a jewelry maker for the queen.
"i saw you dancing with the viscount last night at the ball." she smiles. "do you fancy him?"
almost choking on your tea, you shake your head.
"no, no, no. i don't fancy the viscount." you state.
bridget hesitates, watching your body language closely. the pressure gets you to speak up again.
"why do you ask?"
"because the viscount is a major rake."
the word rake rolls off her tongue with pure disgust. you'd never heard someone with such respect as a viscount be called something so dishonorable. rakes were known for their ability to seduce and lead on women with no promise of marriage.
"but he talks of his desire for a wife?" you question, more to yourself than to bridget but alas, she answers anyway.
"only because his mama is practically begging for a viscountess." bridget whispers.
you suppose this made sense due to the fact that most rakes never even intend to wed and after your conversation with james last night, he made it clear that marriage was not something he craved.
"trust me, you aren't the first lady to attempt to tie down the viscount. well, at least you have a shot since you're the diamond this season and all." the blonde girl rambles.
"oh, heavens no!" you repeat.
"hm, that's sad..." she sighs. "he is quite handsome."
"most definitely but i intend to wed for pure reasons."
"if that's truly the case, stay as far away from the viscount as possible."
Ëâàżà»
for the rest of the afternoon, bridget's words stuck to the front of your brain. if james wasn't so intolerable, perhaps he would make a good husband to someone.
once everyone finished with their tea, you decided to go sketch in wisteria park. the weather was beautiful outside and gave you the perfect inspiration needed to work on a new piece. normally, you would only draw on the sides of the letters written to your father back home. no one was more supportive of you than your parents. in a world where women mean nothing more than their wombs to society, it was rare to have parents who let their daughters have dreams.
sat on a patch of grass near the small pond, you set up your quill, small tray of paints, and paper. in the area where you decided to sit, across from you stood a beautiful cherry tree. as you work on the outline, you can hear footsteps approaching.
"i should've known i would find you here." a familiar voice says.
you don't even glacé up at the person near you, paying no mind to the man who seeks your attention most.
"do you want something, my lord?" you ask, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
james' head spun every time those last two words fell from your lips, sounding to pretty the way that they roll of your tongue.
"you may call me, logan." he says. "if you so wish."
"logan?" you cock a brow, finally looking up at him.
"it's my middle name." he replies awkwardly.
"hm..." you pretend to ponder for a moment. "that's far too personal for me."
" 'too personal'? how might that be?"
james stands arms crossed against the cherry tree, glaring in your direction. you don't rush to answer his question instead you continue adding details to the branches and trees. he huffs under his breath, clearly irritated your lack of interest in him.
"well, we have no intentions to be together this season and we aren't friends so, there's no need for nicknames and such." you reply nonchalantly.
"you don't know my intentions"
a sweet giggle escapes you. james brushes off the warmth flooding his chest, rather focusing on topic at hand.
"oh, i bet i do."
suddenly, you drop your quill and give him your undivided attention.
"why are you even here, james?" you sigh.
"i was visiting an old friend this morning and wanted a stroll through the park."
"an old friend?"
the words left your lips before you could stop yourself. james was quick to notice the tone shift. he smirks, walking over to you and sitting on the grass to your right.
"mhm..." he hums.
"is she viscountess material?" you scoff, returning to your scribbles.
"and why would you care?"
why did you care? it's not like the two of you really know each other; yet, something about james made your blood boil. perhaps it was how he has a near perfect life and somehow still complains. he has no issues in finding a partner because everyone wants him. if he didn't have his head up his own ass, he would realize that.
"i don't."
"sounds like you do."
james liked watching your face scrunch up at little with dislike for him. how your pressure on the quill increases. how you avoid his gaze. how you pretend he doesn't exist next to you.
"i don't." you repeat. "i just cannot believe that someone like you is complaining about having to take a wife when all the women of the ton are smitten with you."
"someone like me?" james pretends to be offended but he was too busy enjoying this riled up version of you.
"someone who never gone with unmet needs, never struggled financially, never been under minded or overlooked." your words come out sharp but james doesn't let them cut deep.
"look, sweetheart..." he squints those hazel eyes, glaring deep into your soul and leaning in closer than he should've. "you know nothing of my families struggles."
"and you know nothing of mine."
james was so close to you. your noses almost touching before you pull away. being within his close proximity made you feel a foreign warm tingle deep in your stomach.
thank heavens that the park was empty, minus the two of you. the last thing you needed was for someone to see the two of you this close and label you as one of the viscounts mistresses.
"i-i must get going." you stutter, collecting your belongings.
"where are you off to?" he asks.
"i'm supposed to be accompanying lady chamberlain and prince harrison to dinner this evening."
his face scrunches with distaste at the mention of the prince. also, why would lady chamberlain hide this piece of information from him?
"isn't it quite early to prepare for dinner?"
"i must look perfect for the prince." you smile.
but not at james. you're smiling for that no good excuse of a prince who couldn't see that you already were perfect.
"you look fine to me." he huffs.
"it's vocabulary like that, that keeps you from finding a wife."
"and to think it was my insufferable personality that kept the ladies of the ton away."
it's difficult to hide the laugh you want to let out. instead you bite down on your cheek, not giving him the satisfaction of your laughter.
"ha ha ha." you mock dryly.
"do you always have a stick up your ass?"
james question makes your jaw drop. never in your life have you heard a man speak so vulgarly.
"that's no way for a viscount to speak to a lady." you scold. he can't help but roll his eyes at your comment.
"i'm sure that a man has spoken even more colorfully to you."
"what are you insinuating, my lord?"
"that i highly doubt a lady such as yourself still has her virtue." he shrugs.
never has your head spun so fast at a single sentence. you couldn't fathom that a rake like him has the nerve to question anyone's virtue.
"excuse me, viscount howlett but my virtue is none of your business." you rage. "and you have quite the nerve to question it."
"and why's that?"
james was playing with fire but he didn't mind getting scorched by your flames.
"i've heard the stories about you."
"like what?"
"like what you do with the promiscuous women of the night." your words leave a smirk plastered on his face as he watches you intensely.
"don't act so innocent either." james hums. "i'm sure you've had your fair share of promiscuous adventures in france."
a flush of red hits at your cheeks. the last person you wanted to talk about promiscuous acts with is james. mostly because your lack there of. only your own hands have touched you so intimately.
james studies your facial expression before it clicks for him. he shouldn't ask. he really shouldn't. but come on, he has to.
"have you neverâ" his words come to a halt when there's a ruffled noise inching closer.
"i'm under no obligation to answer you, viscount howlett." you scold, collecting your belongings.
"hm... seems like you've already answered my question." his cocky tone sends you over the edge of annoyance.
"shouldn't you be more concerned with finding a wife rather than my virtue? this season will be over before you know it and you will need to find one sooner rather than later."
james admired the way you spoke with such sharpness. you were shy and reserved but the weight of your words were heavy. there was grace in the way you spoke and he loathed it.
he loathed how perfect you were. how absolutely perfect you would fit into his life. how perfect you would be at being his little wife. only needing to plan parties and open your womb to his child. he would never stop you from your dream of painting either. all he wants is someone who can handle the duties that come with being his other half.
by the time james snaps out of his thoughts, you are long gone. off to get ready for your date with a man who's twice as rich as him and much more likable. the only thing he could do is hope that nothing good comes from this dinner.
âââ
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FUCK! (VI)
synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.
pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader
genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.
disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesnât represent btsâ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick đ
warnings jĂŒngkÞÞk bĂ©ĂŻng döwn bĂ d (lĂŻkĂ© rĂ©Ă€llĂż bĂ€d), mĂ©ntĂŻĂžns Ăžf tĂŻts (béçÀûsĂ© Ăžf çÞûrsĂ©), flĂŒstĂ©rĂ©d yn, bĂ»t shĂ©âll nĂ©vĂ©r Ă€dmĂŻt ĂŻt, jeÞñ ânĂž filtĂ©râ jĂŒngkÞÞk, çhÀÞtĂŻc Ă©nĂ©rgĂż Ă©vĂ©rĂżwhĂ©rĂ©, ĂŒnĂ«xpëçtĂ©d sĂžft mĂžmĂ«nts (dÞñât lĂ©t ĂŻt fÞÞl yĂ¶ĂŒ), jungkÞÞk bĂ©ĂŻng ĂžbsĂ«ssĂ©d wĂŻth yn ïñ thĂ€t drĂ«ss, brĂ«Ă€dstïçk Ă€bĂŒsĂ«, yn mĂŻght bĂ© çÀtçhïñg fĂ«Ă«lïñgs?? (ĂŒh Ăžh), Ă©xçéssĂŻvĂ© ĂŒsĂ« Ăžf thĂ« wĂžrd âbĂ€bĂ©â
note. OMG I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY THIS. I AM SUPER SORRY FOR THE DELAY. PLEASE ENJOY OUR FUCKBOY.
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You thought youâd feel normal again after giving Jungkook a chance,
Maybe even smug about the way heâd screamed like an idiot after you said yes. But, no. The man-child has been unbearable since this morning.
âYn⊠what do you think about sunsets? Romantic, right?â
You glance up from your laptop, watching Jungkook hover in the doorway to the living room, hands clasped behind his back like heâs about to pitch a PowerPoint presentation about sunsets.
âUh⊠yeah?â You squint. âWhy?â
He grins. âJust gathering intel.â
âIntel for what?â
You are pretty sure heâs about to do something really stupid like always.
âOh, nothing.â His smile turns suspiciously smug. âYouâll see. Just dress cute tomorrow night.â
You stare blankly at him for a second before turning back to your work. âRight. Thatâs not concerning at all.â
First of all, you donât trust him for shit.
Jungkook doesnât respond, but you can feel him still watching you. His energy practically radiates off him. You ignore him for as long as you can, but after a full two minutes, you canât take it anymore.
âDo you mind?â you snap, not looking up.
ïżŒCan he get out already?
âI canât help it,â Jungkook whines. âYouâre so hot when youâre focused. Look at you typing away like a boss. Ugh.â
You throw a pen at him, and he dodges, laughing as he runs back into the living room.
You canât lie, his compliments make you feel a lot more hotter, and yes, you are kind of hot.
âąâąâą
Later that evening, you catch him in the kitchen, leaning over the counter with his phone in one hand and a protein bar in the other. Heâs muttering to himself like a man with a mission.
âNo, no, too clichĂ©. Flowers are boring. Chocolate? Nah, she doesnât like sweet stuff⊠But what if she secretly does?â
Itâs official heâs fucking crazy.
You cannot believe that heâs actually talking to himself, but you kind of find it cute, heâs adorable, but you wonât say that to his face.
âTalking to yourself again?â you ask, grabbing a glass of water.
Jungkook jumps, shoving his phone into his pocket. âUhâno. Totally not planning anything.â
Your brow lifts. âYouâre literally the worst liar Iâve ever met.â A smile threatens to break.
He pouts. âItâs called mystery, yn. Look it up.â
âSure, Jeon. Whatever helps you sleep at night.â
As you head back to your room, you hear him mutter under his breath. âMystery, huh? Yeah, I should add that to the date.â
âąâąâą
The next day, youâre already regretting giving him a chance. Heâs been texting you all day with a mix of cryptic hints and straight-up nonsense.
And to be honest, he cannot type for shit.
Jk: do u like candles??? likeâŠromantic ones
You: ?? sure i guess
Jk: got it
Jk: r u allergic to flowers??? asking for a friend
You: no. why.
Jk: just wondering. no reason. :)
Jk: YN CAN U WEAR THAT BLACK DRESS U LOOK SO GOOD IN PLS
You: ??????
Jk: or anything really. ur always hot. i love u btw.
This stupid fuck makes you smile so much.
By the time you get home, youâre exhausted. not from work, but from Jungkookâs constant existence. Heâs waiting for you in the living room, dressed in a button-up shirt and black jeans, looking way too good for someone whose personality is 80% chaos and 20% football obsession.
âWhy are you dressed like that?â you ask, dropping your bag on the floor.
Jungkook beams. âWeâre going out! Duh. Itâs date night, baby.â
âDate night?â you repeat, staring at him like heâs lost his mind. âI didnât agree to that.â
âYes, you did.â He crosses his arms. âYesterday. When you said I could take you out. Ring a bell?â
It is sometimes fun to play dumb in front of him, you just like to test his patience a little bit.
âI didnât think youâd plan it this fast.â
âWhat can I say? Iâm efficient.â oh you know just how efficient he can be.
You sigh. âFine. Give me twenty minutes.â
âTake your time, babe.â He grins, leaning against the doorframe as you walk past him. âWear something sexy!â
What a shameless pervert but you will wear something nice nonetheless.
âąâąâą
Twenty-five minutes later, youâre sitting across from Jungkook at a rooftop restaurant. The view is gorgeous, the atmosphere is romantic, and Jungkook looks absolutely smug about the whole thing.
Youâre honestly impressed, but seeing that smug smile on his face makes you want to strangle him, but damn, he outdid himself.
When it comes to Jeon Jungkook? You donât really like to have high expectations of anything from him.
But heâs truly proved you wrong. Especially for a guy who doesnât really do romance.
âSo?â he says, resting his chin on his hand. âAm I killing it, or what?â
You roll your eyes. âYouâve done fine so far.â
âFine?â He gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. âIâll have you know this is the best date anyone has ever planned in the history of dates.â
Youâre gonna gag at his exaggeration.
âRelax, Jeon. Youâre doing fine,â you tease, hiding your smile behind your glass of water.
Jungkook watches you for a moment, his usual cocky expression softening. âYouâre really pretty, yn.â
âTrust me, Jeon. I know that.â
A sarcastic laugh leaves you at his awe struck expression. âYouâre just saying that because I agreed to go out with you.â
âNo, I mean it.â He leans forward, his gaze serious now. âYouâre gorgeous. And smart. And funny. And Iâm honestly losing my mind trying to figure out how I got this lucky.â
Your stomach flips, and for once, you donât have a snarky comeback.
But of course, Jungkook canât let the moment last.
âAnd your tits look amazing in that dress,â he adds with a wink.
You throw a breadstick at him, and he catches it, laughing so hard the entire restaurant turns to stare.
Heâs never going to change and maybe a small part of your hopes that maybe he wonât ever change
âąâąâą
Back at the house, Jungkook walks you to your door like the gentleman he absolutely is not.
âSo?â he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets. âWas I good enough for a second date?â
You smirk. âMaybe. If you promise not to mention my tits again.â
âNo promises,â he says with a grin.
âYn donât be stupid. Iâm just appreciating Godâs masterpiece and you cannot stop me from doing that.â
You roll your eyes but canât help smiling as you shut the door in his face.
âGoodnight, yn!â Jungkook yells through the door. âI love you!â
You groan, but your heart skips a beat anyway.
You hope that tomorrow morning he will be normal, but.. most importantly you hope that your heart will behave normally.
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baby, please come home || jjk
‷ summary: when he's the only thing you want for Christmas
ⶠpairing: jungkook x reader
ⶠword count: 1.2k+
ⶠgenre: fluff, angst (just a sprinkle), married couple au, established relationship au, christmas themed
ⶠcontent: husband!jk, dad!jk, pregnant!oc, oc is a slightly emotional expecting mother (eight months along), and koo being a deticated expecting father
ⶠwarnings: none just some fluff with a dash of angst to make it sentimental because it's the holidays
⏠a/n: this isn't what I thought I would write for this request and I wasn't going to do it so soon but I got inspired & I thought it would make cute drabble so to everyone who reads hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :) angel xoxo
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The snow is coming down all around you as if encased in a snow globe. You watch it fall around you as it makes its way to add to the thick layer already accumulated on the ground beneath your feet. You walk through the Christmas market, looking at the stalls and decorations. Your eyes glance at the bodies around you: families, friends, lovers â surrounded by many people, except for the one you want beside you the most.
The church bells ring, blending with the happy sounds of the town's excitement buzzing in your ears. You finally make your way to the heart of the town square; the carolers begin singing "Deck The Halls" just as you arrive. The usual holiday cheer you would feel is absent, along with the person who brings that joy.
Your mind takes you back to this day last year and all the fun it held, all the memories made together. Sipping hot chocolate with his arm wrapped around you, the hand-holding with both your hands stuffed in his coat pocket, and your cold lips pressed against each other to warm them with sweet kisses.
As you gaze up at the enormous Christmas tree adorned with pretty lights like those shining all around the town, the loss of the new memories you should be making together this year creates a lump in your throat. He should be here with you, with both of you.
You pull out your phone and tap his contact; the phone rings for a few seconds before Jungkook's face appears on the screen. A bright smile on his face that rivals all the lights around you. His face is so close to the camera that you can't see anything behind him, but the snowflakes in his hair, paired with his red cheeks and nose from the coldâ just like yoursâshow that he is also outside.
You can't help but smile back at him, although it doesn't quite reach your eyes. As much as seeing him brings you happiness, you can't help but feel a touch of melancholy that his presence can only be through the phone.
"Hey, sweetheart."
"Hey, baby. I wanted to show you the tree this year; it keeps getting bigger, I swear."Â Â
You hold the phone out and lower it, trying to fit the whole tree behind you in the screen.
"Whoa, that thing is massive! I'd hate to be the person who had to wrap the lights on it; there must be at least ten thousand on it."
You giggle at Jungkook's remark as you raise the phone to speak to him.
"It's so pretty here, Kook. I wish you could see it in person," you say with a sad smile.
"I doubt it's anywhere near as pretty as you, but I wish I were there too, darling. I tried everything I could to find a flight back in time, but as you can imagine, I wasn't the only one trying to make it back home for the holidays."
"I know, but it's unfair for them to send you away for work so close to Christmas. Then, to extend it even more, it's as if they were plotting to keep you away," you pout.
"It is unfair, and trust me, I pleaded my case to the airline agents to please let me get home to my adorable pregnant wife for Christmas, but it didn't seem to work on them. They're all Grinches, I swear," he tries to lighten the mood and continues, "Speaking of which, how are my two favourite girls doing? Let me see!"
You hold the phone out again to angle the camera to show your eight-month-pregnant belly. You sigh as you rub a hand over it.
"We're good, just missing you. She hasn't been kicking as much; I swear she knows that Daddy isn't here."
"I miss you both too, but I'll be back before you know it, and we can celebrate then."
"But it's Christmas Day; I need you here. It is our first one as a family, and we're not whole without you. I wish there were a way for you to come home, baby," your voice cracks as you look away from the screen, trying to hold back tears.
Jungkook catches a glimpse of your tear-filled eyes gleaming under the lights and sighs. The cold weather allows you to see his breath as it floats in the air.
"Hey, you know I would do anything to be there with both of you."
You catch him glancing up over his phone before he continues.
"Now, don't cry. You look too beautiful standing by the tree, surrounded by all the decorations like a Christmas angel, to feel sad. The old man selling cookies will be offended; he'll think you don't like their smell if he sees you," he smiles to cheer you up.
You wipe your tears and sniffle as you softly laugh. You look around, trying to find said man, until you eventually spot his stall emitting the delicious aroma, selling gingerbread and sugar cookies.
You furrow your brows once everything processes in your head. You look back at Jungkook on the screen.
"Wait, h-how did you know that?"
"I'm quite aware of how beautiful my wife is," he chuckles.
"No, I mean, how did you know there is a cookie stall in front of me, and an old man is running it? You can't even see it. Did the camera flip, and I didn't notice?"
A hand taps your shoulder, and you jolt at the sudden touch before turning around. Your eyes widen, and a gasp escapes your mouth as you come face to face with Jungkook. Your husband's smiling face is no longer on the screen but right before you, and your hand holding the phone falls to your side. He opens his arms wide for a hug as you stare at him like a deer caught in headlights.
"But you justâwhenâhow did you get here?" you stutter in shock.
Jungkook laughs, and when he sees you make no move to come into his embrace, he steps forward and pulls you into his arms. You snap out of your daze and immediately wrap your arms around him.
He kisses your forehead. "I told you I would do anything to be here with both of you," he whispers in your hair.
"But there were no flights," you mumble into his chest.
"Yeah, but there were still some bus tickets available. It might have been a much longer journey, but I had to be sure I was here." He pulls back and holds your stomach with both hands as he leans down and kisses it before looking up at you. "There was no way I would miss spending Christmas with my family."
He returns to a stand, and you run your fingers through his hair before your hands settle at the nape of his neck. You gaze into each other's eyes and lean in for a long-awaited kiss.
You break apart just enough to whisper over his lips, "I love you so much. Merry Christmas, Kook."
"I love you too. Merry Christmas, Y/N," he whispers back, lips brushing over yours.
You lean back in for a passionate kiss but are interrupted by a kick to your belly. You both break apart with a gasp.
"Did she just?" Jungkook asks with a smile.
"It seems we're both happy that you came home," you laugh.
Jungkook joins your laughter as he takes your stomach back into his grasp and leans back down, giving it another peck before he whispers, "And I love you, too. Merry Christmas, my little angel."Â
⏠a/n: there you go just a little drabble for you all to snack on before mutt pt2 ;)
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 1
Or: a secret Admirer AU
Less than a month into the school year, and Steveâs already making use of the library. If Mrs. Click could see him now, sheâd be proudâuntil she caught sight of the blank notebook page in front of him and the lack of textbooks on the table.Â
He feels stupid; heâs hunched over his notebook, trying to make his thoughts transfer onto the page in any coherent form. But, heâs not like Eddie with his impassioned speeches and clever English papers.
Words flow through Eddie in fully-formed, concrete ideas. For Steve, itâs more of a drip. Each word has to be scaffolded onto the previous one with blood, sweat, and tears. Even then, itâs never quite right. Too abrupt, never what he was actually trying to say.
Heâs just never been good with words.
By the time he gives up, thereâs more crossed out than left written, so he gets a clean page of paper and transcribes it as best he can. Heâs left with:
      Your hair is pretty. Do you use conditioner?
Steve tears it from his notebook and lays it flat atop his table in the library, smoothing out any crinkles in the page. It feels like the start to something, sure, but thereâs more blank space on the page than words. By a lot.
He leans back over his work, adds a little wonky heart in his blue pen and signs the whole thingâ
      †your secret admirer
âthe way all the girls who leave notes in his locker do. Their notes are usually on pretty paper, written in sparkly gel pen that smells like strawberries. The iâs are sometimes dotted with little hearts heâll never admit to finding cute. And thereâs envelopes involved, and usually more than eleven measly words.
His looks like something Eddieâll toss out before opening, mistaking it for trash.
Steve grimaces. How do girls do this? Do they all take some sort of class on how to write pretty letters on pretty enough paper that boys will fall in love with them? Is that what they teach in Home Ec? He should have never let Tommy mock him into switching to shop class.
Should he ask a girl?
Under no conditions will he ever ask Carol. Sheâd have far too many uncomfortable questions and tell the whole school all of his embarrassing answers. Heâd be run out of town within days, Carol holding the sharpest pitchfork.
Steve leans back in his chair with a groan too loud for the library and fists his hands to rub tired eyes.
âAre you okay?â Steve jerks, sending his pen and paper careening to the ground in his attempt to cover the compromising words upon the page. âOh, sorry!â
Steve watches, horrified, as Chrissy Cunningham bends down to pick his supplies up off the carpet before heâs had time to scramble out of his chair. Sheâs in her cheer uniform, white zip-up Hawkins hoodie covering her arms. She looks perfect and preppy and just like all the girls whoâve ever left a note in his locker.
Sheâd be able to write something that Eddie would want to read.
âSteve?â Chrissyâs hovering over him, lips pursed, eyes big and worried. âAre you okay?â
âShit, sorry,â he replies. Sheâs got his note clutched to her chest. He curls his fingers against the urge to reach out for itâthatâll just draw her attention, and thatâs the last thing Steve wants right now. âJust got lost in my head.â
âAnything I can help with?â
He knows what sheâs going to do before it happens. Chrissyâs sweetâif thereâs a way to help, sheâll want to. So, she holds out the paper and begins to read, probably expecting an assignment she can tutor him on, and there they are: Steveâs damning words written in still-wet blue ink.
Her brow furrows as she takes an obscene amount of time mouthing out the words before she looks back up to meet his eyes. âDid someone give this to you?â
Her eyes are still big, but they look sad now, like just the thought of someone receiving the note heâd slaved over is enough to distress her. Unable to help himself, Steve snatches it from her hands and crumples it into a ball, damning words hidden in his fist.
Chrissy gasps at his abrupt movement and takes a halting step away.
âI wrote it,â he mutters, no longer able to meet her eyes.
Sheâs silent for long enough that heâd think she left, except the libraryâs quiet, and he hasnât heard her take a step. He stares at the grains of the wood in the table, empty hand rubbing against the smudged top as he waits for her to do something.
âAre youâŠâ she starts, trailing off for a moment before picking her thought back up, ââŠpicking on someone?â
Steve clenches his fist tighter, note crinkling beyond repair beneath his nails as he mutters, âno.â
Chrissyâs quiet again. Steve doesnât dare to look up, even as he hears the chair across from him pull out, the sound of her weight settling into the wood. The tableâs just so interesting. Nothing has ever been as intriguing as the little chip out of its edge, the ring on the wood where someone had let their drink condensate against all the libraryâs rules.
âWhoâs this for?â Chrissyâs voice is soft now, like heâs some sort of horse, prone to bolting when spooked. âSteve?â
Steve looks up. Her eyes arenât sad anymore; theyâre piercing.
Heâs always liked Chrissy. Sheâs the nicest girl in the school, until someone does something she doesnât like. Then, itâs all disappointed eyes, and pouty lips. Itâs like disappointing his Mom, but worse, because his Momâs never around to stare balefully at him.
The point is, Chrissyâs nice. Sheâs not like Carol. If he told her, there would be no lynch mob, or fleeing Hawkins in the dead of the night with nothing but the clothes on his back. Probably. Maybe.
Steve tries to smooth out the page, and scowls down at it when the wrinkles refuse to disappear. Itâs even worse now, words made illegible by the deep creases his fingers have pressed into the paper. Thereâs no way Eddieâd ever want a note like this.
So, he says, âMunson,â looking up to try to watch his meaning land on her face.
It doesnât. Her foreheads all scrunched up as she looks down at the note. Only then does Steve realize heâs caressing the wonky little heart. He pulls his hand back, curling his fingers in so she canât see the smudge of blue on his pointer finger.
âAnd you arenât making fun of him?â
Steve can feel his shoulders drooping. He wants to disappear into the floor, melt into the carpet and become one with all the other mysterious stains upon it. âNo.â
âOh,â Chrissy replies, drawn out and low as she peers down at the crinkled note with a confused frown. But something must click because she straightens, eyes wide beneath her bangs. âOh!â
Itâs loud enough that they both reflexively flinch. But, when no librarians come skulking around any corners, Chrissy turns back to him, gaze uncomfortably intent. Steve wonders, somewhat horrified by the turn his life has taken, if heâs about to get hate-crimed by a cheerleader half his size.
But Chrissyâs niceâalways has been, always will be. So, she bites her lip and looks furtively around like sheâs only just realized this is a conversation that shouldnât have any witnesses. âBut you like him?â she whispers.
Steve leans forward, matching her energy and pitch as he replies, âyeah,â quiet enough that itâs barely a breath. Chrissy smiles at him, warm and small, just like her hand as she reaches across the table to put it over his and squeeze comfortingly.
The note sits, damningly soiled beneath their linked hands, wrinkled, and smudged, and barely-legible handwriting. The weight thatâd lifted with Chrissyâs smile sinks back into his gut.
âBut it doesnât matter,â Steve says, letting go of her hand so he can pull the note closer to himself. âIâm no good at this stuff.â
Steve crinkles the note back up. Itâs unsalvageableâa stupid idea executed badly.
Heâs in the middle of stuffing it into the pocket of his jeans to keep his keys company until he can toss it out in the comfort of his home when Chrissy says, âmaybe I can help?â voice lilting up, like itâs a question.
Steve meets her eyes, hand still half-shoved in his pocket. Sheâs all earnest now, the way she usually is when there isnât a sad boy infecting her with his own ineptitude. Eyes shining with conviction, bangs curling sweetly around her face. Sheâs no Carol, thatâs for sure.
âHow?â he asks, and when she smiles, it looks a bit like hope.
***
 âI can help you write a better letter,â Chrissy starts. He perks up like a dog the moment its owner gets home. âIf you do something for me.â
She feels like scum when he curls back into himself, gaze forlorn.
When sheâd caught sight of the note heâd spent what seemed like a full hour pouring over, this isnât what sheâd been expecting. And when sheâd finally made out his chicken scratch scrawl, sheâd been sure Steve was picking on someone, no matter how unlike him it would have been. But then his shoulders had curled in, and his ears had turned red, and his voice had gone all soft and squishy when heâd said Eddie Munsonâs name.
And sheâd just wanted to fix it.
So, even as he asks, âwhat?â all sad and droopy again, she knows sheâs going to help him, no matter what he says.
âDate me,â she asserts. Itâs only as Steve blinks stupidly at her that she realizes how that came out of her mouth. âNo, wait, not really!â
Her hands are waving around wildly and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. In contrast, Steve seems to come back into himself, shoulders shoring up as he smirks across at her with his signature raised brow. The one heâd used while leaning on Nancy Wheelerâs locker last year, or holding her books as they walked to class, and all the other assortment of stereotypical boyfriend activities.
Heâd worn it all the time, like it was part of the uniform.Â
âI just meant, we could fake it?â His right eyebrow raises to meet his left, forehead scrunching up with his incredulity. âItâs just, Jason and I broke up? And he wonât leave me alone.â
It takes all her strength to keep meeting his eyes as the seconds tick away. But then Steve nods, swings his letterman jacket off, and tosses it across at her. Unprepared for his sudden movement, it hits her in the face and drops into her lap.
âThere you go, sweetheart,â he says with a cheesy wink that somehow manages to feel more genuine than any of his actual flirting techniques. âGotta sell it somehow.â
âWhat a romantic,â she replies, deadpan, but she pulls his jacket on anyway, something that feels an awful lot like relief steadying her heart rate as she smooths down the too-long sleeves.
Jasonâs going to freak out. But after that, maybe heâll stop calling her house, and trying to put his arm around her at lunch, and trying to pick her up for school every morning. Sheâd do almost anything to get it into his thick skull that sheâs not interested.
So, here she is, hashing out the details of a secret admirer letter from Steve Harrington to Eddie Munson, of all the unlikely pairings.
âWhatâs wrong with what I wrote?â Steve whines, running his fingers through his hair until itâs all mussed up and falling into his face.
Chrissy snorts. âIt sounds like youâre telling him his hair is frizzy and dry.â
âI said it was pretty!â He throws his hands in the air before crossing them and pouting his lower lip out.
Chrissy canât help but laugh. Sheâs always liked Steve. Heâs nicer than most of his friends, and heâs easy to talk to. But this is a side sheâs never seen of him. Sheâs not sure anyone has; canât imagine Carol or Tommy seeing him put his whole heart into something and not tearing it to shreds.
âDo you use conditioner?â she asks, throwing finger quotations around it as she reads it off the crumpled page.
Steveâs blushing again, cheeks all blotchy and red, rather unbecoming for the shoo-in for this yearâs prom king. âWell, I thought you said youâd help!â he says, a little too loud for the library.
So, thatâs how she ends up spending the next hour painfully turning Steveâs earnest thoughts into words on the pretty baby blue paper sheâd carefully removed from the back of her daily planner.
In the end, theyâre left with this:
     Eddie â
      I wish I could say this to your face, but Iâve never been good with words, and youâd probably think it was a joke.
      I canât even get myself to talk to you, youâre so distracting.
      I like how pretty your hair is. How do you get your curls so shiny? I want to run my fingers through them.
      I hope this note brightens up your day. You deserve all the smiles you can get.
      Yours,
      Your Secret Admirer
Itâs not what she would write, but still, itâs leagues better than what heâd started with. She slides it across to Steve, and he smiles down at it. He reaches his hand out, fingers almost brushing the page before he pulls his hand back, curling his fingers into a fist.
âWhat if someone sees me?â he asks, voice so quiet she can barely hear him even in the resounding silence of the library.
Theyâd managed not to talk about it, the dangers of Steve liking a boy. But itâd been present in the hesitancy by which he shared each of his thoughts, looking up at her like each remark would be the last straw before she recoils in disgust.
If someone finds out that Steve has a crush on a boy, it wonât take long until heâs getting beat up between classes or heckled straight out of school. Heck, even with all the rumors floating around about him, Eddie might be the one to throw the first punch.
âDo you want me to deliver it for you?â she asks.
âYouâd do that?â he asks back, because apparently no one ever taught him not to answer a question with a question. âFor me?â
âWhat else are fake girlfriends for?â she asks because theyâre all questions now, no answers to be had between the pair of them.
Steve laughs, all tension leaving his shoulders as he throws his head back with amusement, eyes downright twinkling as he beams across at her.
âYouâre the best, Chrissy,â Steve says, smiling even brighter as she replies, âI know.â
She leaves school that night after pushing Steve Harringtonâs love note through the slats of Eddieâs locker, Steveâs letterman jacket keeping her warm from the cold.
This might be the best relationship sheâs ever had, fake or not. Eat your heart out, Jason Carver.
PART 2
Welcome to my new AU! This will be posted in 21 parts. It is complete, so there will be a new update each morning until it's all posted. I've elected not to do a tag list, but it will be added to my pinned post each day as well. If that's not your speed, it will be added to Ao3 once it's all been posted here.
Special shoutout to @queenie-ofthe-void for not only their usual fabulous beta work, but also both the original idea and the writing of some of the secret admirer letters. You not only make me a better writer, but this work literally would not exist without you. <3<3
Title of the fic from the song Eyes in the Sun by Florist
#koko's steddie secret admirer au#my fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#this has been a silly goofy wonderful labor of love I am now releasing into the wild for all of you <3#also for those of you who voted in that poll#i elected to post the batches in about 4k or less parts because that's about my own personal cap for enjoyment in reading fics on tumblr#longer than that and i have a propensity to run out of time and lose it so!#here you go
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