#guilty perfectionist au

[fandomandangstlover]

doomed lovers that only have eachother my beloved <3

[forthedancingandthethriving]

@fandomandangstlover pspspspsppsps

Tw: violence, blood

Ever since they've begun to learn emotions, there is one that alluded Domain and Forum greatly.

Fury.

For they've never felt it. They've never had a reason to be furious. Angry? Most definitely, they had been angry dozens of times. But fury was something they had never felt.

Not until now.

Domain stands on the edge of the pit, hands clenched. Forum stands beside him, holding Lil Coding. All three stare down, looking at the sinking castle.

Four and Three are still down there? Domain asks, turning his head to look at Mario.

"They-a are!" Mario nods frantically. "I-I thought they were-a right behind-a us!"

Meggy frowns. "They were. They had to be!"

Domain looks back down, eyes narrowing. Without even another word, he jumps down the pit. Forum jumps down after him, holding Lil Coding tight as he falls. None of them care for the confused and terrified shouts and screams.

They need to get to the Guardians.

Domain lands on the roof, Forum landing beside him. He looks around before narrowing his eyes. Without a care, he slams his foot against the roof, watching as it crumbles too easily. He fell down and landed easily, Forum landing next to him once again.

Where do you think they are? Forums asks as he looks around, eyes narrowed.

I don't know. But who cares. Domain snarls as his hologram begins to glitch. I'm going to tear this entire place down.

That can wait until we've gotten the Guardians out. Forum reminds him. Domain hesitates before nodding with a deep sigh. Right. His friend was right.

Look out! Lil Coding suddenly cries, making the two holograms gasp and jump back.

What seemed to be.. meat covered the walls of the room they were in, making it unrecognizable. Eyes of different shapes and colors all glared at them, as if knowing what they were here for.

Domain snarls. I'm sure you don't have any complaints about me killing these.

None at all. Forum nods as he slowly sets down Lil Coding.

The strange code flicks around Domain's hand as he clenches it. The monster lunged at him at the same moment, screeching something unearthly. Strings of code appear from the thin air and shoot out, latching onto it. The code turns a bright red and starts sizzling before the monster is set on fire.

Domain watches with cold eyes as it shrieks and writhes in pain. He walks up and slams his foot on one of its eyes, watching as it pops and what must be its blood start rushing out. The monster continues to shriek in pain, but Domain doesn't let up. He goes to another eye and repeats. And then another.

This is what you deserve for hurting our Guardians. Be grateful that I'm not prolonging it. Domain snaps as he backs away. The soles of his shoes are coated in blood, but the monster is still writhing in pain.

Another few lines of code attack it, and it's dead.

This way! Lil Coding shouts, getting his attention. He and Domain look over, seeing the code by some doors. The strange monster seemed to have been over there as well, but it looked as though the code had taken care of it.

He beams proudly at them as both chuckle.

Domain narrows his eyes as he searches for 3's and 4's code. Despite not being 4's USB, he still had the power to find his code and-

He stops and his hands clench.clenched.

Domain? Forum frowns.

Check their code. Domain says, turning and walking to the door. He lifts his foot and slams his foot against the wood, the door breaking easily. He walks over the broken pieces of the door, silent now.

Forum picks up Lil Coding and follows, equally silent.

Both of their holograms are glitching furiously, while Lil Coding is hissing and his body has turned a solid black.

Rumbles and bangs echo throughout the castle, as do the shrieks of pain from the monster. Walls can be heard being broken and doors being smashed.

WHERE.

Domain dug his claws into some of the monster covering the walls.

ARE.

He yanks a good chunk of it off, making it scream.

OUR.

The piece of meat sizzles in his hand before catching on fire. It quickly burns to a crisp as small bits of code float around it.

SONS.

Domain glares at the eyes with bright fury so righteous it would put the sun to shame. Forum stands beside him, equally furious but scarily silent. He had let Lil Coding loose once again, letting the enraged cat deal with the rest of the monster.

The USBs turn their heads as the eyes of the monster look at a wall.

That room.

Forum is the one to clench his hand, code snapping out and setting the piece of the monster ablaze. It shrieks and screams, writhing around as it's burned.

Forum picks up Lil Coding once more as he and Domain approach the wall.

Without a second thought, Domain clenches his hand into a fist and pulls back, and then punches the wall. It crumbles all too easily, pieces of it falling to the floor. He walks over it, not caring to be careful. Forum follows, and Lil Coding begins to hiss and yowl at the sight.

Domain exhales and steam pours out of his mouth. His hologram glitches more as he spots 3 and 4. They look worse for wear, but they're alive, and thats what matters.

Forum.

Yes.

Lil Coding's body glitches before it changes shape. He's in his human form now, eyes ablaze with fury and his clothes a mix of black and red. He snarls and hisses, wriggling in Forum's hold.

The USB lets him go with only a few words.

Kill all of it.

Lil Coding cackles maniacally and runs off once let go. His nails were sharp, and coding was crackling around his hands as he rushed forward. Domain chuckles softly before making his way over to 3 and 4.

"Domain..?" 3 mutters, eyes narrowed as he looks at the USB. The hologram nods, spotting the beginning of pink cracks on 3's skin. He holds back an exhale and instead picks up his Guardian, despite the man's protests.

Just be quiet and save your energy. Domain sighs, watching as Forum picks up an unconscious 4. Whatever this thing was, it must have latched onto the Guardian and latched hard.

He turns his head a bit and smiles, seeing Lil Coding still going mad on the monster. In fact, nearly all of it was gone now.

Domain spots the window Mario and Meggy had jumped out of earlier when telling them what happened.

He narrows his eyes and shifts his hold on 3 before nodding his head towards the window. Forum nods once realize once Domain was planning, his grip on 4 tightening.

Lil Coding. Forum calls.

Lil Coding stops, blood covering him along with some meat as well. He blinks a few times before smiling. Okay! I'm ready to go! He shakes his body a bit to get the meat off before taking a running start. He jumps up and out of the window, with ease making it out.

Little show off. Domain mutters with a smile before doing the same as Lil Coding, Forum close behind him.

The three land back on the ground above, to the cheers of the rest there. The two USBs place the Guardians on the ground, and Lil Coding immediately dove into repairing them and any coding.

Forum, we should- Domain was cut off by a deafening shriek from the gaping maw of the monster devouring Peach's castle.

He turns his head, and his eyes go wide, seeing his fellow USB staring down into the pit. Code crackles and sparks around Forum, his hologram glitching so badly it's a miracle it's even still up. Forum clenches his hand and twists it. Lines of code appear from nowhere and stab into the maw, making it shriek again as it begins to sizzle loudly.

This is what you get for trying to harm our sons. Forum speaks, voice blank. He unclenches his hand before slowly gripping it.

Domain watches with wide eyes as the normally pacifist USB tortured the monstrous being, setting it ablaze as more lines of code stabbed into it.

It's a few minutes of this until Forum seems satisfied. He turns away with a calm smile. Well then. I'll say that was successful.

Domain facepalms. But he would admit, it had been successful-

"Did you call them your sons?" Meggy asks, raising an eyebrow.

Both Forum and Domain flush from embarrassment as Lil Coding grins.

Oh, great.

[xhanisai]

the stupid chat blanc au

Fu only gives out the Ladybug miraculous and chooses Marinette to become the hero of the city.

Le Papillon only akumatises one person and it's Adrien (who becomes Chat Blanc)

During the first akumatisation to not only bait Ladybug out into the open but also to show Paris how dangerous he can be, Le Papillon ordered Chat Blanc to cause some mass destruction.

It didn't work. For some reason, Le Papillon can't control Chat Blanc nor see through his eyes so all he could do was get out of hiding and find the boy.

Chat Blanc did wreak havoc. He vandalised all the Gabriel-related adverts, threw eggs at the front of his stores, chased after pigeons, inhaled twenty 16" pizzas by himself and so on.

He also got bored so he tested his powers on the Eiffel Tower by picking it up and shooting it into the sky.

It crashed into the moon. He didn't mean to do that.

Ladybug accidentally crashes into him similar to origins and that's how they meet. He calls her Maladroit and she's telling him off for destroying the moon, making him whine.

"It was an accident!!!"

"So fix it!"

"I don't know how!"

Ladybug is overwhelmed. There's news that the world is starting to flood because of the damaged moon, she has no idea how to use her powers, she wasn't so keen on being a hero and Chat Blanc is just an overall menace who is no help whatsoever.

She tried to run away and give the earrings away to Alya. However, throughout the whole time when she was at school, she noted how stressed and scared everyone was about the inevitable flood and Chat Blanc.

Marinette also noticed Chat Blanc lingering by the school, looking really lonely. It was then she realised that he looked like he was their age and he probably had no one to rely on. She wondered about the boy under the mask. Maybe...he just wanted a friend?

The city is flooded much faster than everyone anticipated and even Alya got caught up in it. Le Papillon also makes his entrance and he tries to force Chat Blanc into listening to him. Marinette notes the Akuma in visible pain from Le Papillon trying to control him so she suits up and kicks his ass.

She dispels Le Papillon's butterflies, uses Lucky charm, purifies Chat Blanc (all whilst giving him an encouraging smile to show he's safe with her), and uses her cleansing powers.

An amnesiac Adrien watches Ladybug with awe as she delivers her speech to Paris. He falls in love and when she holds his hands and tells him that she'll always try her best to protect him from le Papillon's clutches, he starts internally planning their future wedding.

"I'll try my best to be supportive if I get akumatised again. I promise! I don't want to hurt you."

"Ouais, Chaton~"

Ladybug notes that Adrien is really cute and finds his bashfulness very endearing.

Marinette didn't expect him to join their school (Gabriel was oddly compliant to finally let Adrien go to public school, looking guilty for some reason HMmMMM????).

The gum incident does happen but it's the rest of the class who are very uncomfortable with him despite his attempts to stop Chloe's pranks (who was also lowkey starting to bully him cos "ew adrichou you're a mangy cat now"). It's because he was akumatised that they were wary of him.

Only Marinette knew that he was actually not a bad person. So with Alya's encouragement, Marinette stands up for him in front of the class and reiterates that le Papillon took advantage of Adrien and turned him into a villain.

Nino is the first to step up after that and becomes Adrien's best friend.

The class decide to give him a chance too and towards the end of school, they decide they all really like Adrien. He's just a silly cat.

After school, Adrien waits for Marinette to come out of the building and gives her this heartwarming, cute thank you. He offers her his umbrella and doesn't realise he's also won over her heart. She falls for him.

After all of this, because Gabriel is a perfectionist, he only akumatises Adrien. He wants to try and be able to form the link with him. He akumatises him every time even if it's at the slightest of inconveniences. Be it that they ran out of milk in the kitchen or he accidentally bit the inside of his mouth or that he tripped over his chair, Adrien will get akumatised.

Chat Blanc has a playful relationship with Ladybug. He really likes her but at the same time, he doesn't like having to co-operate and loves being a menace.

"Here, minou, minou, minou!"

"Let me chase after those people in peace!"

"No! That's not very nice!"

"But they did it to that small kid first!"

"...Okay. But you can't just threaten to make them bald and shoot cataclysms at them!"

"BOOOOOOOOOO."

Blanc is also very flirty with Ladybug but she doesn't take him seriously because he ends up growing a liking to her civilian persona too and is just as flirty (Ladybug refuses to acknowledge she's low-key jealous of her own self and Tikki is tired of this shit).

He's more aware of his feelings as Adrien, madly in love with Ladybug and desperate to be closer with Marinette because she's so cool, right??!?

He can remember some things that happened when he was akumatised after he gets purified and often gets embarrassed. He gets all flustered and apologises to Ladybug but she always laughs it off and pats his head and calls him cute nicknames.

Sometimes she stutters like Marinette and Adrien finds it so both endearing and worrying. Hopefully, he doesn't intimidate them both.

He's close friends with Nino, Alya and Marinette. Often they're there every time he gets akumatised. As Chat Blanc, he never tries to pull pranks on them or do mean things. He's extra protective of them.

Alya finds it really funny and interesting how chummy Chat Blanc can get with Marinette and Ladybug.

As Chat Blanc, he has all his memories of being Adrien but his intrusive actions and thoughts are much stronger. (Like a goofy, terrible villain Chat Noir.)

The more Ladybug gets to know him, the more she realises how hard Adrien's life actually is and the things he's been through. So she tries her best to be a very good friend and look after him.

Le Papillon finally manages to create a link between him and Chat Blanc, however it turns out that all along the Akuma has been erasing the link with his infinite destruction.

"Finally! I can reach you, Chat Blanc-"

"Sup, old man."

"Now, you will listen to me and retrieve Ladybug's earrings-"

"Byeeeeeee~"

"NO WAIT PLEASE-"

Le Papillon tries to entice Blanc with offers and promises but it never works. The only time he got close was when he offered him all the fatty tuna he could ever dream of...

Le Papillon realises that using Chat Blanc wouldn't work. But he didn't want to akumatise anyone else because Chat Blanc was just the perfect Akuma and AAAAAAA. So, Mayura steps in.

The first Sentimonstre causes serious harm and almost takes Ladybug out of commission. So Chat Blanc stepped in to save her and he wasn't very happy >:D

And that's it for now~

[aceof-stars]

Manfred von Karma!

Thank you for the ask <3 (to every else who sent me a character ask, I'm working on it :)

First impression

I actually never hated him or had strong feelings about him. I was introduced to AA through narumitsu fanfic but I knew I wanted to play the games so I avoided everything with spoilers, including everything Manfred. I guess I just thought of him vaguely as a villain and Miles' mentor/father figure.

Impression now

He's one of my favorite Ace Attorney characters. I have him at 4th but honestly, maybe he's 3rd now?? I have developed an attachment to this ridiculous evil man. I love him so much. I wish there was more canon content of him, but I think he's an interesting character with a lot of room for nuance.

Favorite moment

He doesn't really have many canon moments (and I haven't played AAI). But probably when he gloated Phoenix into cross-examining Polly the parrot and it's implied that he witness-coached a parrot. Manfred, you are an insane person.

Idea for a story

I just want to see a story where Manfred is force-fed a redemption arc. Like for example a no DL-6 AU where Gregory manages to get a Manfred properly investigated for forging evidence. But to ensure he doesn't get another penalty, Manfred tries to frame another prosecutor to throw Gregory off his trail.

Only, Manfred finds out that the person he is framing is actually guilty of forging evidence. Manfred has to follow through with his plan and gets dragged into working with Gregory. Gregory is surprised but grateful that Manfred has been so helpful in weeding out corruption in the prosecutor's office, and wants to befriend/ally with Manfred. Manfred is seething with hatred. (Oh and eventual Shingou :)

Unpopular opinion

Manfred as a character deserves a lot more nuance. There's... a lot to talk about but these are the three main things I have a strong opinion on:

1) He was a flawed parent and I think it's more interesting to explore those flaws than to just label him abusive for the sake of villainizing him.

2) It does not makes sense for Manfred to be sexist/homophobic/etc. Simply because I don't think he cares enough to hate a group of people like that. He is very rational, efficient, and his perfectionism is focused on his prosecuting career. If anything, he discriminates against defense attorneys (lmao).

3) Manfred didn't brainwash or force Miles into becoming a prosecutor. I'm sure Manfred was influential but Miles had his own reason to be a prosecutor that stemmed from DL-6. Miles was also always a perfectionist (the paper cranes thing) and the von Karma family brand of perfectionism just amplified it.

Favorite relationship

Shingou!! <3 (Gregory Edgeworth/Manfred von Karma)

Defense attorney/prosecutor ship, toxic enemies to lovers, doomed romance, or super slowburn (if no DL-6 AU), bitter courtroom rivals turned bickering old married couple (who still duke it out in court), co-parenting Miles and Franziska (before officially getting together).

Favorite headcanon

Manfred did love Franziska and Miles (in his own way). Regarding Miles, Manfred saw him as a symbol of his failures (the penalty Gregory gave him and the shot in his shoulder). So Manfred struggled a lot when he began to actually care about Miles. When Miles's perfect record was broken, Manfred saw it as a threat to his own perfection. (I hope that makes sense. I do need to think about this more to solidify the headcanon. I just love complicated von Karma family dynamics)

[buckets-and-trees]

Test Play

Title: Test Play Characters/Pairings: Game Designer!Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Summary: Sequel to Perfectionists. All hands on deck around the clock as SHIELD has to put in some extra work in order to get things ready for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East, especially if they want to beat out HYDRA's new pending release. What will that mean for the new development between Bucky and SHIELD's top tier tester when there doesn't seem to be time for sleep, let alone... whatever this is?

Content/Concept Warnings: gamer AU; strong language; SMUT: vaginal fingering, cock warming; beefy Bucky who is soft but a menace

Notes: THE FIRST OF MY PROMISED ANNIVERSARY SLEEPOVER FICS! Also crossing off:

Catching up on @buckybarnesevents WEEK FOUR of Hot Bucky Summer: Free Week: suggested cock warming

Seventh square of @buckybarnesbingo C3: FREE SPACE - seemed fitting to couple it with HBS Free Week

When I wrote Perfectionists, I really didn't think I had more story to tell or that these two would get as much love as they did...so this is something I'm very excited to share for part of my Anniversary Sleepover event!

A/N: AND THANKS to @rookthorne who helped me with a bit of gamer lingo and encouraging these two and literally @vonalyn’s expertise in knowledge of the gaming industry! Chi especially not only steered me in the right direction, but you were so generous and indulgent of my inquiries!

story divider by @sgt-seabass, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies

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Steve looked over from his desk to see Bucky’s fingers tapping anxiously across the way on the corner of his desk, chin propped on his other hand, staring – glaring, really – at the clock on the wall. As the leads on the new Avengers story release for SHIELD, he and Bucky were on hold until the feedback from the latest round of testing hit their inboxes.

“You good?” Steve asked. None of them were great right now, but Steve felt keenly the need to make sure as captain of this crew that everyone was at least good.

The glower turned to him. “I’m fine, just… hate waiting.”

The icy blue stare didn’t faze Steve – he knew it wasn’t for him. “Maybe there are some preliminary notes we could get a jump on. Do you want me to go check on her progr–?“

“No, I’ll go,” Bucky cut him off and stood abruptly in the same second. He was out of the engineering and design lab before Steve could even respond.

Steve frowned.

Nat and Sam had gone down to consult with the marketing department, but Joaquin was still in the lab with him. “You know he hates these spots where there’s nothing to do until there’s something to do even more than you, Cap,” he quipped.

Steve sighed. “I know. But he seems even more worked up than usual, he’s never liked having to talk with the testers before now, but I guess desperate times…”

Steve went back to refreshing his inbox because there definitely were more things he needed to communicate back to the other teams, even if the other part of his work was on hold, so he missed the slight smirk on Joaquin’s face.

Bucky was on a direct path, not to be deterred by anyone if they were trying to get his attention in any way. As he came around a corner, he nearly collided with T’Challah, lead writer on the story design team.

“Barnes! My apologies!”

“Oh, no!” Bucky’s face turned a bright red. Anyone else and Bucky with his broad chest and hulking frame would’ve probably bowled them over. “That was all me.”

Though they’d worked together from time to time over the last year, Bucky still didn’t know him very well, but T’Challah was one of the few others at SHIELD Bucky enjoyed working with outside of his own team and he had a fair bit of respect from the man.

“On your way to the test room?” T’Challah guessed.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Guilty.”

T’Challah smiled. “I just came from there. From our conversation, I expect we’re closer than we hoped on getting this mode online with the rest of the release. She’s not done yet, but I think you’ll like what she has to say.”

You glanced over your shoulder when you heard someone closing the door to the test room. “I can not go any faster, I promise.”

You did a double-take and paused the game when you saw the giant gaming engineer who had ruined you a week earlier crossing the room. “Hi,” you breathed and returned the soft smile you saw on his face. You were glad it was dim in the room so he couldn’t see every detail of your expression, feeling flushed at the sight of him, and biting the slight edge of your bottom lip.

“Hi,” he returned warmly. There was a slight twinkle in his eye as his gaze swept over you. “What is this?” he gestured up and down as he planted himself down next to you, body angled to you and not the gaming screen.

You were cocooned with only hands sticking out from one blanket draped over your head and your shoulders and another wrapped around your legs. “It is Women’s Winter! I’m trying not to freeze in the extremes of corporate American summer air conditioning temperatures!”

Bucky laughed. He laughed around the team, but rarely around anyone else. And this? With you? This was still so new, but it was nice.

“Here, I’ll help warm you up.” Bucky settled in on the couch directly next to you. His hulking frame made the couch dip slightly beneath him, and that brought your cocooned self partially into his lap. He wrapped one beefy arm around your back and the other rested over your legs.

“Hi,” you said again, a whisper this time.

“Hi.” The dimness of the room did not prevent you from seeing the heat that was building in his gaze.

That look made you want to squirm in the best way – to be writhing under him. He was so big you had to tilt up your head to look into each other’s eyes, but that was no problem. It meant a natural invitation for Bucky to lean down and capture your lips in a kiss.

Which he did.

The sweet greeting of the kiss, not having seen each other for a few days, melted away quickly into more. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth to him eagerly. It was hungry and demanding, and he pulled a moan from your throat.

And for some reason your brain switched back on, and you laughed breathlessly and pulled away.

“Buck, no.”

“Buck, yes.”  

He circled his arms around you completely now and burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, mouthing at the tender flesh there, a little nipping, kissing, and licking that had you moaning again.

The thud as the controller hit the floor reminded you again that you were supposed to be finishing the test play, not letting Bucky play with your body.

You jumped out of his arms and retrieved the controller.

“Buck, anyone could come in and see us! We’re lucky no one caught us the first time.”

The grin does not leave his devastatingly handsome face. “I specifically locked the door when I came in this time.”

You laughed but shook your head. “That was awfully presumptuous!”

His expression softened, and he reached for your hand. You let him pull you closer as he spoke. “It might have been presumptuous, but it wasn’t my only intention. I’ve been eager to see you, spend time with you. One night of fun last week and lunch the next day before the HYDRA shitstorm… that’s not all I wanted with you.”

He held your hand up and kissed your palm before pulling you even closer. You melted into him as he circled his arms around your waist, your blankets having pooled at your feet. One of your hands threaded into his hair, the other wrapped gently around his neck. He turned his head, resting his cheek against your front, and you felt and heard him take in a deep breath and then exhale slowly. You felt that energy mirror inside of you as well.

You didn’t think he had only used you for one hot night of pleasure – the hours spent wrapped up in each other on the couch after fucking, and then waking up in your own bed the next morning to a text already waiting asking if you wanted to get lunch had said a lot – but it had not been the week to jump into … whatever this was going to be. Ten days ago Barnes had only been the guy you had harbored a crush on and thought didn’t like you one bit since you had been professionally clashing for months as game engineer and game tester.

Literally while you had been at lunch, teasing him about his questionable choice of footwear, Bucky had received a flurry of Slack messages and then a call from Steve. They had intel on review notes from the beta release HYDRA had submitted to one of the first party platforms and Fury had decided to bring the Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval at the end of next week.

Meaning Bucky and the rest of his team had only by necessity taken any kind of breaks to sleep and refuel for the last seventy-two hours, you’d exchanged all of five texts, and had only seen him from across the main floor once in all that time.

So, this was nice.

Your Apple Watch buzzed at your wrist, and you groaned and pushed away from Bucky, hastily moving around to stand behind the couch.

“I’ve got to finish this test play!”

And you hit resume on the game, leaned forward, and planted your elbows on the back of the couch, getting back into the zone.

Bucky heaved himself over the back of the couch and closed in on you, caging you in on either side with his massive biceps, his big solid chest at your back.

“Bucky!” you tried to take a stern tone, but it was hard when you were relishing the measured weight of him against you.

“I’m not stopping you,” he murmured against the back of your neck.

“Bucky! Really!”

He shifted slightly and then you could feel the smirk of his lips on the side of your neck. He planted one hot kiss there, then said, “If you’re so damn good at what you do, keep playing.”

“Are you issuing me a challenge?”

“Just a chance to prove what a consummate professional you are.”

“Challenge accepted. You are an incorrigible menace,” you laughed.

“Actually, I’m cold.”

“You were judging me and my blankets not even five minutes ago,” you said, focused on the action on the screen.

While he remained hunched over your back, you felt him moving again, and you heard but didn’t register the sound of his belt unbuckling.

“Blankets? No,” he murmured in your ear, “I need you to warm me up.”

“Oh,” you moaned when his broad hand cupped your pussy.

“Think you can do that for me?”

He stroked firmly.

“Part of the testing is to see if we’ve got a game that captures the player’s attention, right? I’m just helping you test this aspect, see if a player can become easily distracted, lose interest – that’s the last thing we want.”

Slowly but purposefully Bucky undid your pants and you fought to keep your breathing even and your eyes open and where they were supposed to be as he pulled them down with your underwear. Then he nudged his right foot on the inside of yours to push your legs further apart while two of his fingers moved over your soft, slickening folds. Then he sunk his cock into you, and you both exhaled at the feel of him inside of you.

“How’s that?”

You let out a slight whimper.

“That good, huh? You’re never at a loss for words with that talented tongue.”

You elbowed him gently. “You really wanna play, Barnes? You tease that you just need some cock warming? You get me to break, and then you can fuck me however you like.”

“Oh, I can be patient. I’ll get you to beg for me to fuck you. We’ll see who gets desperate first.”

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[rom-e-o]

Me: *slides in*

Me: Spy Scrooge AU... Assassin Connie AU

Me: *refuses to elaborate*

Me: *leaves*

(But seriously I have brainworms about Kingsman, Spy x Family, and Mr and Mrs Smith)

....I'm listening intently, my friend, yes.

Okay. It ... It fits really well, actually omg. Scrooge being this suave spy who rubs elbows with the elite to snuff out criminals and con artists.

And Connie, an assassin who uses her charms as a socialite to get her scumbag targets to trust her ... before giving them a quick exit. (Connie is a klutz, so let's be real, she's PROBABLY not pulling off Yor-style moves, haha.)

They marry, because it's the perfect ruse, and end up being a deadly duo and perfect team.

Would they KNOW each other is a spy/assassin? Honestly, at first, definitely not, I imagine, haha. Scrooge is too focused on being a perfectionist spy and, frankly, is easily flustered by Connie and definitely admires her early on. Meanwhile, Connie is a blushing mess around him, while ALSO being guilty of having her head so far in her secret work that she doesn't see the obvious flags.

I imagine they realize during some dramatic scuffle. Like, they're both chasing the same target one night. Connie hides in the target's room while Scrooge infiltrates, picking the lock to get in. Connie tries to attack, but he hears her. They catch each other, and in the dark, fight and struggle. No words are exchanged, but Cannie goes for her dagger and Scroogey grabs her by the throat. That blade definitely leaves cuts on both of them.

Then the light from a nearby spotlight illuminates the room, slicing between their scuffle, and they see each other.

"You?"

"Y-You..."

(VERY valid brain worms, indeed. That is good, delicious stuff.)

[rottenrosethorns]

Leon or Carlos with a chubby! reader? Maybe... smut??? I love your work😭🫶

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x chubby!Reader 

Genre: Established Relationship AU, Smut 

Synopsis: Carlos’s arms aren’t just for show. He’s ready to show you how strong he can be to hold you as he worships every inch of your body. 

Word Count: 3.4K 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; body image insecurity, pet name: sunshine, spanking, lingerie, mirror sex, fingering, air sex? Idk, body worship, praise kink 

A/N: CARLOSSSS !! latin men >>> ahem ahem anyways thank you for supporting me and requesting this!! I hope you enjoy it <33 (and if u dont , im so sorry i literally wrote this on a red eye flight with a fever :P )

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Was this too much? 

You twisted your body, analyzing your figure through the floor length mirror. Spring was here, the sky was clear and the breeze was warm. Thus, warranting you to have a rare sliver of confidence to dress up for your lunch date with Carlos. Conjured in your mind, you thought you were going to pull off the outfit stored deep in your closet; however, physically being in the outfit redacted your confidence and called forth the insecurities which made you bury this outfit in the depths of your closets way back when. 

It wasn’t that the outfit was bad, per say. It’s just that the folds and flow of the fabric wasn’t falling where you wanted it to or how you wanted it to. You were a perfectionist when it came to looking good for Carlos – although his arguments always say otherwise – and currently, you did not feel perfect. So, you spent the next few minutes second guessing whether or not you should change your clothes, redo your hair, and add more makeup. 

“Almost ready, sunshine?” Carlos peeked his head through the door of your shared bedroom instantly fixating his vision on your figure. 

“Almost,” You mumbled, fixing your hair in the mirror before turning to Carlos and gesjuring towards your body nervously. You’d made it a habit to ask him how you looked before going out, although he always had the same but caring response, “Do I look okay?”

Carlos shuffled his way over towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and giving you a chaste kiss, “You look perfect.”

You returned his kiss with another before glancing at the mirror again, “You don’t think I should I change?”

“Is there something wrong?”,” Carlos furrowed his brows, “I can buy you something else if you don’t like it.”

With the way that Carlos was looking at you, you would’ve felt guilty for putting yourself down, especially since he was the type to drop everything and worship the ground you walked on just to get that thought out of your head. As much as your insecurities hurt you, disappointing Carlos hurt you more, so you did your best to suck up your worries and not dampen the mood for a happy date night. 

You shook your head, deciding to just deal with your outfit. Thankfully, Carlos dismissed it and led you towards his overly fancy sports car and choosing the one of your favorite color. Although his fancy car came with an equally fancy key fob which automatically opened the passenger door, Carlos still made it a point to run around his car and manually open it for you. 

“Why thank you, kind sir,” You teased, ducking to crawl into the lowered vehicle. As you ducked, Carlos not-so-sneakily checked out your ass before giving you a lighthearted smack and earned a small yelp from you. Carlos was quick to close the passenger door as he laughed from hearing your muffled scolding from outside the car. 

Once he seated, you slapped his arm, wincing when your fingers connected with toned muscles. Pouting, you held your hand close to your chest in feigned pain and muttered, “Damn you and your biceps.”

Carlos smirked, taking your injured hand in his and pressing a soft healing kiss to your knuckles, “And, you love them.” 

You looked out your window to try to hide your blush, not wanting to give Carlos the satisfaction of teasing you. Momentarily, he released his hold on your hand to start the car and change shift gears before settling his one hold on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel. Once recovered from your blush attack, you peeked over and giggled as you watched his messy waves get tousled even more from the rolled down windows, “So, do I get to know where this mystery date is?”

“That ruins the surprise, doesn’t it?” Carlos continued to rub your thigh, hands large enough to cover most of your skin. From the surfaces where he couldn’t reach with his open palms, Carlos made up for it by tracing random patterns back and forth from left to right. 

You exaggerated a groan, hating surprises from Carlos. Undoubtedly, you loved it when he planned cute dates for you, but this man was extravagant enough to book a two week stay in Bali and call it a date night. Despite this, you graciously let him off the hook with a shake of your head before zoning out for the rest of the car ride. Sitting in comfortable silence, your consciousness was regained when the vehicle approached a fancy sky high building near downtown. 

“You’re kidding…” You spoke breathily with disbelief as you looked at the three star Michelin restaurant you’ve always wanted to go to, “How…?”

“That’s for me to know, sunshine,” Carlos took your hand and pressed a kiss with his smirking lips, knowing that he’d done a good job impressing you. Exiting the car, Carlos passed his keys to the conjoined hotel valet and helped you out of the car. 

You felt bad about stepping on the cleanest red carpet you’ve ever seen in your life, but you sucked it up once the red carpet led you towards an even more expensive looking marble flooring of the hotel lobby. Clinging on Carlos’s arm, you tugged him down to whisper, “Don’t you think we’re kinda underdressed?”

You squirmed as your eyes meet the grand chandelier, intricately framed paintings, and well-dressed staff members. Saying that you felt self-conscious was a major understatement. 

“Kinda? We’re very underdressed,” Carlos pointed out like it was obvious. 

You pinched his arm in retaliation, “I asked you if I should change! You knew we were coming here!” 

The stubble of his beard prickled your hairline as he reassuringly kissed your temple, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

Your mild annoyance was quickly dissipated as you recanted previous dates with Carlos. It was true he always planned your dates very well, always having every detail accounted for and a Plan B for unsuspecting events. But still, you could’ve at least walked the carpet looking done up! 

“I’ll meet you later, okay?” Carlos gently pushed your grip off his arm, causing you to panic from the thought of being left alone. 

“Wait, where-”

Carlos didn’t wait for your response as he separated from you, going into a separate elevator and flashing you a cheeky smile accompanied with a wink. You would’ve grumbled out a curse at his retreating figure if a heavily French accented voice interrupted you. 

“Carlos Oliveira’s guest?” 

You turned to accompany the voice with a short, older woman, clad from head to toe in designer brands and accessories. You politely introduced yourself with a soft smile towards the woman before being escorted beyond the lobby. 

“Please follow me this way.” 

Nervously, you followed the woman closely, not willing to get lost in the very tall and expensive building. You feared that even looking at something for too long could cause it to break, and you definitely did not have the funds to financially recover from your clumsiness. Stepping into the elevator, you mustered up some small talk to kill the silent awkwardness. You figured out that this woman named Ludivine, was a personal stylist flown out from Italy. Her career and experience was riddled with luxury as she mentioned having many encounters and personal relationships with some of high fashion’s biggest brands. 

“So, where are we going?” 

“Monsieur Carlos requested that we prepare you,” Ludivine explained, “He said, make them look like a God that walked the Earth to enchant their people with their grace. I can already tell you must deal with a handful being with an admirateur like that.”

You coughed to cover your choke from Carlos’s explicit verbiage. You made a mental note to scold him later for it. The small chime of the elevator drew you from your thoughts as Ludivine showed you to your suite which housed an entire team of stylists, makeup artist, and hair dressers. One section of the room transformed to the equivalence of the behind the scenes studios of any global fashion week. One crisp snap of Ludivine’s manicured fingertips sent the team scarabling as they hovered around you and began to prep your appearance. From cleaning to settling the finishing touches, you felt like Katniss getting ready for her interview as the workers completely altered her appearance as a coal miner’s daughter to a prim and proper woman. 

After what felt like hours sitting and waiting, the team finally revealed your freshened look. You were definitely more done up than what you’d do to yourself, but it still had that natural and comfortable feel. You were impressed with their work and thanked them. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a clothing rack filled with various expensive fabrics protected in plastic dust bags, “Am I wearing these?” 

You sifted through the clothing rack, inspecting each hanger one by one and determining which one suited your best style. 

Ludivine shook her head, “Non, mon cher. Monsieur Carlos had insttructed us to dress you in something personally chosen to his liking.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Carlos rarely ever commented about your clothing choice, let alone being the one to choose your outfit. He was a firm believer that you were allowed to wear whatever you wanted as long as you felt comfortable in it. After all, he made it a point that he could fight whoever decided to bad mouth or nonconsensually touch your figure anyways. 

Ludivine brought in the outfit and hung it up on the bathroom door. As curious as you were, the cotton protective sleeve over the outfit kept your glances at bay. Focused on the outfit, you missed Ludivine sneaking in a fancy box and handing it to you, “Please change into this and come out when you’re done.”

You took the box with you into the bathroom. Placing the box into the counter, you unraveled the silk bow and took off the top to reveal a black laced lingerie set. Taking a closer inspection, you noticed the center of the bra bejelwed with the letter “C” amongst the lace and sheer mesh fabric. This set offered no coverage at all, especially the bottom half with nothing but a string covering your ass. 

Obediently, you quickly dressed and threw on the provided bathrob before heading back out to Ludivine, “Please keep your eyes closed.”

You nodded compliently, thinking about the consistency of Carlos and his surprises as you closed your eyelids and patiently waited in your bathrob. You hear a series of shuffles which sounded as if she were walking out of the room instead of towards the location of where the outfit was hanging. 

“Ludivine? Ludivine, are you still here?” You called her name out many times, hoping to hear some sort of indication from her presence still in the room. Silence accompanied your voice as you grew worried. Just as you were about to open your eyes, the sound of a zipper and rustling fabric calmed your nerves from the fear of being left alone. 

You were aided into wearing your clothes, cautiously stepping into it one leg at a time. Once fitted and securely snuggly on your body, familiar arms enclosed around your waist, causing you to melt into the touch and open your eyes, ��Since when did you become part of Ludivine’s stylist team?”

“Since I saw your outfit on the store’s mannequin and pictured you underneath me in it,” Carlos pressed a kiss on the soft spot of your neck, causing you to shrink back from being tickled. Carlos followed your movements until he had you backed up against a wall made of one large sheet of mirror which reflected just about every inch in the hotel suite. 

Face to face, Carlos looked you up and down to admire his work before pressing his lips on yours, giving you the most gentle kisses you’d ever received. He treated you as if you were so fragile even breathing could corrupt your innocence. His lips moved down to your neck again, eliciting a soft but muffled moan from you. 

“None of that, even your voice is perfect.”

“What are you doing? Shouldn’t we be leaving?” You said inbetween his kisses, although not really wanting to leave his arms. 

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been acting?” Carlos’s hands began to run up and down the sides of your body, squeezing and caressing every so often. Once at your hips, Carlos pulled you forward to rest against his hips and slowly grinding on you. You whimpered, pressing your things together as he snuck his hands to grope your ass. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know. I’ve seen they way you’ve been looking at yourself and how you always ask me if you look good,” Carlos licked the shell of your ear before teasingly nibbling, “Don’t forget I notice everything about you.” 

Carlos wrapped his hands under your thighs and tapped twice. Responsively, you got halfway to lifting yourself up before planting the soles of your feet back onto the ground defeatedly, “I can’t. I’m too heavy for you.” 

Carlos’s heart broke as he watched you shrink back, arms crossing as if to shield his view from your body. With a newfound flare of passion, Carlos turned you around and pressed your face on the cool mirror, “Let me prove you wrong.”

You couldn’t help but stick your ass out and desperately rub against Carlos’s hard on through his dress pants. Carlos grabbed a handful of fabric and harshly tugged on it, ripping the top half completely off of you before the entire thing collapsed around your feet. 

“I should’ve chosen something easier to fuck you in,” Carlos grumbled in annoyance, “Oh well.”

You gasped in shock, turning your head upwards to look at Carlos through the mirror’s reflection, “Carlos! That was-” 

Carlos shushed you by slipping your thong to the side and sliding his fingers through your wetness, “Don’t worry about that, just focus on me. Eyes on me, sunshine.” 

Carlos dipped his fingers again, teasing your clit before sinking a finger in. You mewled in response, watching through the mirror as his fingers disappeared within you. Carlos only gave you a second to adjust before kicking your legs further apart and burying another finger into you. Your hands stretched across the mirror, a small fog of condensation forming from how sweaty you were becoming. Carlos hawkeyed you through the mirror, eyes trailing all over your outstretched body, “Look at how well you wear my lingerie. Lace looks so good on you, I think I want to fuck you with it still on.”

Carlos curled his fingers, whispering sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. Your orgasm was building up with the familiar tightness settling in your lower abdomen. Slightly bending your knees for Carlos to have easier access, you made the mistake of looking downwards. Just as you were on the edge of cumming, Carlos ceased his movements and removed his fingers, leaving you desperately unsatisfied. He used his other hand to caress your chin and tilt your view upward to see him in the reflection, “I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this fucked out?”

You shook your head weakly, mildly disappointed at yourself for forgetting a simple rule. Nonetheless, Carlos was feeling generous today, prompting him to spin you around and press his body against yours. He rested his forehead against yours, giving you another gentle kiss, “Can I continue?”

You gulped, feeling nervous about being eye to eye with Carlos. Nodding your head, you spoke, “You can. Can you undress too?”

Carlos’s heart ached with how cute you were under his gaze. He shook his head, bringing both of your hands and placed it on his chest, “Do it yourself.”

You slid your hands, all along his torso and relished in the feelings of his muscles under your fingertips. Your curious hands made their way to the buttons of his shirt and slowly worked your way through them. Once all unclasped, you brushed off the crisp white shirt and let it fall to the floor neighboring your ripped attire. You took a second to admire his physique, never failing to leave you breathless. You trailed your hands over his abs, relishing as your hands felt the texture of his chest hair and happy trail. Looking up at Carlos, you thought you’d be met with his signature smirk, yet you were surprised to see him waiting patiently for you to explore him. Non-judgemental and non-condemning. With that in mind, your hands lowered to his happy trail to unbuckle his belt and push down his dress pants just low enough to free his erection. Without notice, Carlos wrapped your hand around his cock to stroke him, “This is what you do to me. This is all you, no one else.”

Releasing his hold on your hand, he massaged them into your hips again, “Let me show you how perfect you are.” 

Hesitant yet curious, you agreed and took a deep breath to prepare for whatever Carlos was brewing in his mind. Without a second delay, Carlos took himself into his hand and guided himself into you. You went to curl one leg up to allow him more space to thrust into you, but Carlos had other plans as he hooked both legs in the nook of his arms and supported all your weight. He took a moment to adjust before stepping away from the mirror wall and holding you completely. Startled, you clasped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself as close as possible to him, “Carlos! You’re going to drop me!”

Carlos chuckled, flexing his arms as if to show off his strength, “I’m never gonna drop you.” 

He kissed you lovingly once more before his eyes darkened with lust, “Hold on, Sunshine, because I’m gonna fuck the insecurities out of you.”

Carlos proceeded to prove his point by lifting you up with both your legs hooked over his forearms and bouncing you up and down on his cock. You clenched from fear, having never been in this position before. Carlos grunted as he felt your muscles constrict against his shaft, “You feel so good, no one can take me as much as you do.”

Carlos pressed a loving kiss on your shoulder, a reminder to you that he’ll always be there to take care of you. Melting from his kiss, you relaxed in his arms and let him bear your weight. He hoisted you up, thrusting into you again before setting a steady pace. Everytime, he let gravity aid him to bottom out as the slaps of your skin echoed throughout the suite. Your nails dug into him as he voiced out his pleasure in your ear, letting you hear how good you were making him feel. He shifted, so that you could see the both of you in the mirror, “Everything about you is perfect. You are my favorite part about you.” 

Squatting, Carlos readjusted your weight and pistoned faster into you, “Look at how pretty you are, doing so well for me.” 

Your hands tangled themselves into his messy hair, pushing it back to place sloppy kisses on him. Your moans got louder as Carlos steadied his pace, bringing you towards your much needed orgasm. He felt the walls of your pussy constrict around his wet cock again, letting him know that you were near, “Carlos, I’m- I’m-”

“Shh, I know. Don’t hold back, let it go. Cum for me, Sunshine,” Carlos urged you with another deep thrust before you withered completely in his arms. Your body fell limp against him as he held you safely and walked you to the bed. Putting you down, you took a moment to catch your breath, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I can do anything for you,” Carlos leaned over to kiss you. 

You laughed, “Should we get going now?”

Carlos’s eyes hungrily looked over you and your lingerie clad body, licking his lips, “You thought I was done worshipping you? That was just the first course.”

[crimeronan]

hey what is wwaitsoatl?

oh! it's what we are is the sum of a thousand lies, my most popular toh fic by FAR and the thing most toh people here started following me for. back before i got sucked down the princess luz hyperfixation rabbit hole. it's a fic that takes more work to write than any of my others because it has an incredibly involved drafting & editing process. bc i am a perfectionist.

the premise is a canon divergent timeline wherein belos suspects that hunter lied to him at the end of hunting palismen. and completely wrecks hunter's shit forever. and infects him with curse goop in the process. and darius (who, Very Importantly, does not yet have a friendly rapport with hunter) trips over the kid's half-dead body.

and freaks.

and kidnaps hunter n takes him to the owl house. bc that's the one surefire place of refuge on the isles.

there are a bunch of emotional threads, hence why it's novel-length and not even finished yet despite being about just four characters chilling in a house together.

mainly it's about:

hunter unraveling his cognitive dissonance and cult brainwashing in an AU where he doesn't have all of hollow mind's answers; his feelings are Incredibly complicated and messy & he gets incredibly mean and snarly about it

darius grappling with the fact that his own grief and resentment blinded him to a kid who Very Much Needed Him, darius dealing with the fact that actually he never DID grieve his mentor or his mentor's dead family

darius and hunter developing a rapport in a timeline where hunter very much has Not broken out of all the cop shit that darius disdains So Much. so darius is so fucking exasperated and tired all the time

eda trying desperately to help hunter learn to live with a curse / chronic pain / chronic illness, while having very little faith in herself to begin with

luz feeling Horrifically guilty about hunter's curse and injuries, bc she thinks she should have clocked the abuse and brought him home with her or otherwise stopped it

hunter developing an almost immediate and pathological emotional attachment to luz because of her kindness, which complicates all of his complicated feelings WAAAAAY MORE

eda, darius, AND luz all desperately trying to get hunter to admit that he's been abused and that what happened wasn't his fault. you would not believe how fucking long it takes.

i'm actually really, really, Really proud of it -- it's rare for one of a writer's best works to be their most popular, but this genuinely is one of mine. if not my best work, period. there's a lot of nuance and messiness and emotional complexity and grief and arguing that i'm SO happy with.

also, despite the subject matter, it's often extremely lighthearted. some of the funniest dialogue i've ever written is strewn throughout all these serious emotional threads.

i'd apologize for how long this response is but this story is a heart project and has 67,000 published words on ao3 so far. (the chapter i'm writing rn will likely be another ~8,000 words, then there are a couple more chapters to come.) so there's a lot to say!!

it's my most popular ao3 fic for any fandom, ever, in the 12 years i've been on the site. the response has been WILD. if you sort by kudos, it's the 31st most favorited owl house fic Of All Time, the 7th most popular fic involving darius, and the 5TH most popular hunter & luz relationship fic. again, of all time. which is. insane.

people have been very kind and patient with me having been too sick to work on it for a while. there was a seven-month break between chapters 8 and 9, and if i finish chapter ten soon then there'll have been a nine-month break between chapters 9 and 10. so i don't know how many people are actually going to come back to read it, a lot of ppl have moved on from the fandom and such. but i'm extremely extremely extremely grateful to everyone who's given it a look!

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Three Years in the Making 🔞🔞🔞

Summary: You're fresh out of a breakup, and your roommates are getting on your nerves. What happens when you accidentally put on their clothes, and suddenly, all bets are off?

Tags: roommates au, dom!SJ, dom!JK, sub!Y/N, d/s elements but no proper discussions, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped y'all), threesome (duh), sub space, jealous JK, aftercare!!

A/N: painfully unedited, but i trust y'all to forgive me.

WC: 3674 (3.6K)

One thing about your roommates, they are painfully single, albeit for different reasons.

Jungkook is too busy playing games–both online and metaphorical– to really settle down with anyone. In the three years you have lived together, you can count on one hand the number of dates Jungkook has gone on. You suspect your friend could snag any girl he wants, if he really wanted to. After all, Jeon Jungkook is a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle and bold tattoos and a sculpted face to boot. But Jungkook is as romantic as all the above, and he is adamantly against things like blind dates set up by his friends. Unfortunately for Jungkook, he also doesn’t go out enough to meet someone “organically”.

Seokjin is also single, but for slightly different reasons. Like Jungkook, he’s a perfectionist, and that includes in his relationships as well. He has high standards, and he knows exactly what he wants. Mature and reliable, that’s Kim Seokjin for you. And like Jungkook, Kim Seokjin has a physique sculpted by Aphrodite herself. All wide shoulders, lithe figure, and a face that makes heads turn even in the most mundane places like a grocery store.

“How long are you going to mope?” Seokjin asks you, starting to lose his patience.

You push the cart down an aisle full of various chips and dips, ignoring Seokjin’s tone. “About?”

Seokjin sighs, catching up to you in a few quick steps. “About the breakup.” He says, not unkindly. “I mean, I get you really liked the guy, but you two only dated for six months, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t six months.” You feel defensive, grabbing a family sized pack of doritos. “We were friends for two years before then, Seokjin.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “That didn’t stop him from cheating on you.” 

You freeze in your steps, and Seokjin nearly collides into you. He places his big hands on your shoulders, stabilizing himself. You kick backwards, hitting his shin. Seokjin yelps, making a few shoppers turn and look at him for new reasons.

“Y/N.” Seokjin says, voice pained. You pick up your speed, turning the corner sharply.

You can feel Seokjin’s guilty gaze on you the entire drive home. You can tell Seokjin wants to apologize, but at the end of the day, he knows you well enough to know you aren’t going to accept it right now.

When you arrive at home, Jungkook is waiting for the two of you in the underground parking lot. He smiles when he sees you. You throw your keys at him, which he catches, then storm off to the elevator. Seokjin and Jungkook could bring the groceries in.

You shut the door to your bedroom. You don’t want anyone to see you right now. Not to mention, you got up early this morning to run errands with Seokjin, and now it’s midday. You think you deserve a nap, even if it is a “mopey” nap as Seokjin would call it. 

You strip your shirt and your bra off, changing into a baggy shirt you find in the laundry hamper near your closet. You can’t be bothered to remember whose it is right now, but your tired mind assumes it must be your ex’s. You take your pants off, too. 

You climb into bed, telling yourself you aren’t going to cry, just take a small nap.

Then, you hear Seokjin and Jungkook’s voices down the hallway.

“Why can’t you just be honest with her?” Jungkook asks.

Seokjin sighs. “You know I can’t. You know we can’t.” He says.

You shut your eyes, trying to ignore their voices. You focus on your breathing instead, trying to sleep. An indefinite time later, your bedroom door opens. You’re half asleep now. You hear Seokjin call your name. You hum.

“It’s time for dinner. Come on.” Seokjin says, coming over to the edge of the bed. You smell the delicious scent of Seokjin’s home cooked meal wafting in from the hallway. You open your eyes just a crack. 

Seokjin tugs on your duvet, trying to wake you. You groan, pulling the duvet back toward yourself. “Come on–” Seokjin says, pulling harder.

You let out a sound of surprise as he snatches the duvet back. A chill passes over you, forcing you to open your eyes. You expect Seokjin to look annoyed, but to your surprise, he looks stunned. His eyes aren’t on your face, however, trailing down your body. 

You frown, looking down at yourself. The baggy shirt has ridden up, revealing your black lace panties and a slip of your stomach. A moment that feels like infinity stretches out between the two of you, where you see Seokjin–usually an unfaltering gentleman–shamelessly eyes your thighs and hips. 

Then, the moment breaks. Seokjin swallows audibly. “Why are you wearing my shirt?” He asks, sounding like a man who hasn’t had a drop of water in weeks.

“G-Get out!” You yell, and you don’t have to tell Seokjin twice. Seokjin spins on his heel, walking out of the room like a robot with a toy key. 

You fluster, hopping out of bed. You grab the first pair of sweatpants in the laundry hamper, throwing them on. Then, you go to the bathroom, freshening up. You try hard to ignore the moment that just passed, but something in your lower belly churns as you recall how Seokjin looks at you.

Like he wanted to eat you whole.

Don’t be stupid. You tell yourself. This is Seokjin. He would never look at you like that.

Once you gather your bearings, you make your way down the hall to the living room. Seokjin is setting the table, and you see Jungkook stirring a pan of stir-fry. You watch for a moment, taking in Jungkook–or rather, his arms. His tattooed arm rests on the counter, but his left hand expertly flicks the food in the pan, and you see his veins bulge.

You swallow, moving over to the table. What is wrong with me today?

You sit down, and Seokjin sits across from you. The older roommate doesn’t meet your eyes, simply grabbing the three bowls on the table. You watch him walk over to the rice cooker, piling the rice into mini mountains as he always does.

When Seokjin returns, so does Jungkook. Seokjin takes his seat across from you, and Jungkook reaches over you to place the pan on the trivet in the centre of the table. Your eyes find the bracelet on Jungkook’s wrist, watching it glint, as if to tease you.

“By the way, Y/N.” Jungkook says, startling you. You look up, finding Jungkook leaning over you. His eyes dart down to your sweatpant-clad legs. “Why are you wearing my pants?”

You lick your lips, feeling parched suddenly. Jungkook’s eyes dart down, and when they return to yours, they remind you of Seokjin’s. Dark, and full of want.

“Sorry!” You blurt. “I didn’t know they were yours. They were just in the laundry hamper so I grabbed them. I’ll change after dinner.” You ramble.

Jungkook takes his seat next to you. “No need.” He says, spooning food onto his plate. Then, he glances back at you. “You look good.”

You look at Seokjin, wondering if he can feel this weird atmosphere as well, but the older man just stares directly at the table. You watch him, seeing the muscles flex in his jaw as he eats.

Dinner is a painfully tense ordeal. You eat the fastest, standing up as soon as you’re done. As if an invisible spell has been broken, Seokjin looks at you. “You’re not getting seconds?” He asks.

“No!” You say, surprising even yourself with the volume. Then, you look at Jungkook. “It was really tasty, but I’m just not hungry. Thanks so much though.” You say, then pick up your plates to take to the sink.

You hear Jungkook’s chewing pause, knowing he must be weirded out that you just thanked him. The three of you stopped saying thank you for little things a long time ago, choosing to simply return the favour instead. You scrub your dishes, trying very hard to not think about what “returning the favour” would look like tonight.

You’re almost done doing the dishes when Jungkook comes up behind you. He places a hand on the small of your back, craning his head to look at you. “Y/N.” He whispers. You purse your lips, trying not to look at him. “You don’t have to do the dishes if you don’t feel well.” 

“No, it’s okay. I mean, you cooked, so.” You say, scrubbing harder. 

Finally, Jungkook sighs. He sets the remainder of the plates in the sink. “Okay. Thanks.”

You hear him cross the dining area and settle onto the sofa with Seokjin. The two of them flick through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch. Finally, once you finish the dishes, you feel the thrumming of your heart slow.

You walk over to the couch. Your eyes fall on Seokjin and Jungkook, sitting together with only half a foot of space between them. You usually sit in the middle, but you don’t mind sitting at the end tonight. You’re about to do so when Seokjin’s hand slides over your wrist, pulling you down in between him and Jungkook. You look at him, startled. Seokjin has a look in his eyes you can’t decipher. Behind you, you feel Jungkook’s arm slide around your waist, too.

You glance at Jungkook, who stares at the screen ahead. 

You settle in as Seokjin puts on a new film. None of you are fans of action, but the reviews for this movie have been glowing, so you give it a go.

It’s not bad at the start, but the twists and turns have you shifting in your seat, trying to get comfortable. Seokjin notices, and pulls you in. Your eyes go wide as he leans you in against his chest. “It’s okay.” You protest, your back against Seokjin’s firm chest. Seokjin wraps his arms around your middle, holding you in place. Jungkook taps your legs, indicating for you to put them up. You let him, placing your legs in his lap. Jungkook’s hands are warm, massaging your calves.

The tension only seems to build, with your two roommates’ touch. Finally, close to three quarters through the film, it hits its max.

The hero and heroine make out, leading to a bedroom scene. It’s explicit, more explicit than you expected.

“That’s it.” The hero praises the heroine. “I’ve got you.”

You swallow audibly, and the action catches Seokjin and Jungkook’s attention.

“What?” You ask Jungkook, who is looking at you very intently right now.

Jungkook leans forward. You lean back against Seokjin, and Seokjin chuckles. Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup your face. The moans of the hero and heroine echo throughout the room. “You look so pretty.” Jungkook breathes. 

“Jungkook…” You whisper. 

Jungkook’s eyes darken. “What do you want, baby?”

You grind down unconsciously against Seokjin’s lap. “I think she wants us to touch her.” Seokjin says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Please.” You hear your own voice come out weak. “Please kiss me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He’s passionate, more impatient than you expected. You sigh into his kiss, but he swallows the sound down, not giving you a moment to breathe. You feel Seokjin’s hands slide up and down your sides, sending goosebumps down your body. When you break the kiss, both you and Jungkook are breathing heavily. You turn to Seokjin, eyes full of want. Seokjin leans in and kisses you. His kiss is harder, but slow, more patient than Jungkook. You feel Jungkook’s eyes on your body as Seokjin kisses you.

When you break off, Seokjin is the first to speak. “My room. Now.” He orders.

The three of you climb off the couch. It’s a blur how you get to the bedroom, and you only come to when you hear Seokjin shut the door with unusual force. 

As soon as the door is closed, the two men turn to you. “Take your pants off.” Jungkook orders, folding his arms over his chest. You swallow, but listen. You shimmy out of his sweats, letting them fall to the ground. Seokjin and Jungkook’s eyes burn into you. You stand still, clasping your hands. Jungkook smirks. “How polite.” He says, coming closer.

“You should’ve seen her when I pulled the covers off.” Seokjin murmurs, stepping up beside you. His hand trails down your bare thighs, then comes to cup your heat. You gasp, but don’t protest the action. Through the material, Seokjin plays with your clit. You grab his bicep, then look at Jungkook. Jungkook grins, enjoying the sight of Seokjin playing with you. Against your thigh, you feel Jungkook harden. “So pretty in my clothes. Completely unaware of what she was doing to me.” Seokjin coos, then withdraws his hand.

“She never knows what she does to us.” Jungkook talks like you’re not there, despite making direct eye contact. “Every time you brought that fucking guy over and I had to hear him pleasure you through the walls, I wanted to rip his fucking eyes out.”

You shiver, not realizing your roommates had been able to hear you and your ex all those months. Then, in one swift movement, Jungkook pulls your shirt off you. He groans at the sight of your bare chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, playing with your nipples. You whimper, and Seokjin takes the opportunity to kiss along your neck. “Relax.” Seokjin whispers, his voice low and deep. You whine, grinding against his leg. Seokjin chuckles. “We’re going to take care of you, baby. Just trust me.”

Then, in one fluid movement, Seokjin bends you over his bed. With your belly to the blankets, you feel exposed. You feel Jungkook’s hand roam down your back, and then Seokjin’s hands tug down your panties. You gasp, feeling Seokjin’s fingers circle your entrance. When he finally slips a finger in, you moan. “Good girl.” Seokjin praises, and you grind down. The two of them laugh, laugh at you.

“I told you she likes this stuff.” Jungkook says to Seokjin, sounding proud of himself. Then, he walks around the bed. You push yourself onto your hands as Jungkook climbs into the bed, now shirtless himself. He sits in front of you, legs spread comfortably. He gives you a quick kiss, then unzips his pants. You look down at his hard member hungrily, and Jungkook chuckles. “Are you just going to look?” He asks. You shake your head, leaning down to suck him off.

You feel Seokjin lean over you, kissing down your back as he works you open. Simultaneously, Jungkook runs his hands through your hair, murmuring praise as you take him. The three of you continue like this, until Jungkook pulls you off him with urgency. “That’s enough.” He says, eyes glinting. He pulls you up onto his lap, turning you to face Seokjin. 

You watch as Seokjin strips, first his shirt then his pants. He palms himself, looking at you in Jungkook’s lap. “What do you want, baby?” Seokjin asks, but his voice is strained, like he is having a hard time being patient with you. “Me or Jungkook?”

“Both.” You whisper, and Seokjin sighs dramatically, like you’re killing him.

“Who first?” Seokjin asks. 

You glance back at Jungkook, who is now tracing small circles onto your hips. Then, you look back at Seokjin. “Jungkook first, then you.” You answer, although you feel bad for choosing for some reason. 

Seokjin smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Okay.”

“I-I have a question though.” You say, piquing both men’s attention. You look down at your lap. “C-Can I come?”

Jungkook hisses like you hurt him, gripping tighter. Seokjin smirks. “As many times as you want.” He says.

With that, you nod. Taking it as permission, Jungkook flips you over until you’re on your back. He kisses you, his hands now roaming freely. You feel the bed dip as Seokjin sits next to you, touching himself. With little delay, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance. The two of you moan as he fills you up slowly, bottoming out. He’s big, bigger than you’re used to.

You arch your back, and Seokjin runs his hand down your stomach. “Relax.” He tells you again, and slowly, Jungkook grips your hips. 

“Need a minute?” Jungkook checks, although he’s panting.

You shake your head. “Move, please.” You whisper.

Jungkook lets out a breathless laugh, endeared. “So cute.”

But there’s nothing at all cute about the way Jungkook fucks you. You scramble for purchase in the sheets, the bed rocking from the force of Jungkook’s thrusts. Moans fall from your lips, against your own permission. Within minutes, you feel yourself clenching hard. “Please, please.” You beg Jungkook for an orgasm, but it’s Seokjin that answers you by sliding his hand between your legs. You look up at him, desperate. Seokjin smirks, rubbing your clit.

“Come.” He tells you, and the orgasm that wrecks through you is enough to make your whole body shake. The force of your orgasm sends Jungkook over the edge. He growls, burying himself within you. You grip his forearm as he lowers himself to you, kissing you deeply. The two of you come down from your high slowly. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook says eloquently, pulling out of you. His eyes watch intently as his come slips out of you, dripping onto the sheets. Then, he reaches up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Good girl.” He tells you earnestly, and you lean into his touch. You feel yourself sinking into a softer state of mind, where every touch makes your heart flutter. From the way Jungkook is smiling at you, looking proud of himself, you think he can tell. Jungkook leans down, kissing you gently, like he can’t get enough of you.

You glance at Seokjin, who is still smiling at you. He doesn’t look upset at all that the two of you have had your orgasms and he hasn’t. But you know Seokjin–despite his kindness, he has needs, too. You open your arms. “Jinnie.” You say.

Jungkook swaps with Seokjin, allowing the older man to take his place between your legs. Seokjin pulls you into his arms, kissing you. “Feeling soft, baby?” He says, and you nod. You have never felt like this before, so safe and protected by Jungkook and Seokjin. Seokjin looks at you fondly. “Can you take another orgasm?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Seokjin asks, wanting to hear exactly what you want.

You blush. “Please fill me up like Jungkook did.”

Both men groan at your words, and Seokjin pulls you in for a heated kiss, no longer bothering to be patient. He licks into your mouth like he wants to live in it. Then, he breaks the kiss. He pulls you up into a sitting position, facing Jungkook. You spread your legs, and Seokjin comes behind you, sliding into you. The two of you groan, and you feel the heat of earlier returning to your belly. You grind down, and Seokjin stops you, pulling your arms back. You whimper as Seokjin folds your arms behind your back, pinning them between your back and his chest. “Behave.” Seokjin warns, and you get the distinct feeling he will only tell you once.

“Yes.” You answer, tightening around him.

Seokjin groans. “You like that? Like me using you, telling you to do what I want?” He asks.

You can only look at Jungkook, who is now on his knees, too. His hand slides down between your legs to your clit, never breaking eye contact. “Love it.” You say, that soft feeling still messing with your head. “Love you.” You say, and simultaneously, Jungkook and Seokjin let out soft sighs. With that, Seokjin begins to thrust. You cry out, and Jungkook begins to rub your clit.

“Good girl.” Seokjin praises, and Jungkook echoes it.

“So perfect for us.” Jungkook tells you, and you grind down, loving the feeling of being under their control.

The second orgasm that wrecks through you is as hard as the first, but by then, you’re too deep into the soft feeling. You clench around Seokjin as he fills you up, humming in pleasure.

“Doing okay?” Seokjin checks as he slips out of you. He lays you down gently. You lay on your side, Seokjin behind you. Beside you, Jungkook gets up. You grab his wrist, looking up at him. 

Seeing the panic in your eyes, Jungkook leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He says.

You watch him walk into the bathroom attached to Seokjin’s room. You hear the tap turn on. A moment later, Jungkook comes out with three small washcloths, all of them wet. He passes one to Seokjin, who accepts it with a nod. Then, Jungkook comes over to you, wiping you down gently. You shudder. The water is cold. “We’ll shower when you’re ready, okay?” Jungkook promises. Then, he wipes himself down. Once he’s done, Jungkook takes back all the dirty washcloths and throws them in the nearby laundry basket. 

Then, he slides under the covers with you and Seokjin. With Seokjin to your back, and Jungkook to your front, you feel so safe.

Both of them chuckle. You open your eyes, confused. “Did I say that out loud?”

“You did.” Jungkook says, teasing.

You groan. “I can’t believe this all happened over some laundry.” You say.

“I know. I should’ve put my clothes in your laundry basket a long time ago.” Seokjin says. You giggle. 

“Y/N?” Seokjin says, now serious.

“Yes?”

“We love you, too.” He says.

You blush, remembering the stupid confession you made minutes ago. “That was too sudden, wasn’t it?”

Jungkook kisses you, his face full of adoration. “No. It’s been three years in the making. For all of us.”

With that, you smile. Three years in the making. 

[the-bloody-sadist]

Hi because of the previous ask I am now kinda curious about what trauma you would like to something as basic as telekinesis. Also I know he technically doesn’t have an ability in bad I am curious what trauma you would write for lovecraft

Are you guys not spellchecking yourself on purpose now to get a reaction out of me...

>:'(

"what trauma you would LIKEN to" SLAPS YOU

"and ability in BSD" SLAMS YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE CORNER OF A TABLE

I'm so sorry, I actually would love to answer your ask though. :D yay! Thank you for the ask!

Telekinesis ability - so on it's own without a character that exists to bounce off of, it's a little harder for me to spitball some sort of OC with a trauma telekinesis ability (because I have so much freedom and so little restriction), but I'll try!!

Let's go with telekinesis = hypervigilance. AHA! I will link this. Hypervigilance is the elevated state of constantly assessing potential threats around you, often found in those with PTSD/CPTSD. I have CPTSD and am plagued with this, so I know exactly how it works from experience. LET ME COOK LET ME COOK I CAN DO IT. Okay. This OC would have CPTSD (all ability users would have the metaphor of PTSD in my BSD AU but in case you didn't see my first ask post about this, I'm confirming that). I'd give OC a childhood spent in turmoil based on their parents' abuse. Okay wait, I'd focus on just one parent being abusive with an enabler partner. Yes. Realism. Focus. Okay.

Abusive parent - psychological/emotional combo. Says one thing constantly, means the other thing. Applauded and hailed by those outside the family (and inside the family too) for their outward good deeds and "amazing parenting". The OC is a well-behaved child and has spent their life praised for being so behaved by friends of the family. Rich family, privileged. Nobody would believe there was abuse going on in the home. Parent constantly praises their child and loves on them in public for their natural talents. Anything that they don't like about the child is ignored and swept under the rug as if it doesn't exist, meaning anything the OC child is interested in that isn't supported by the parents is treated like it's not there.

Behind closed doors, torture. Daily. Not in the physical sense, but in the perfectionist sense. OC is told how to think, how to speak, how to act. Though policing is key. If they step a single foot out of line, punishment. They're berated and lectured on how much of a bad person this makes them, and how they need to get their thoughts in order and they need to be only expressing themselves in ways that are beautiful and "right" and happy. They have to be an example for their siblings.

this is just becoming about me and I'm gonna start rambling too much. oh my god. whatever. CONTINUING.

Because of this, OC becomes hyperaware of every thought they ever have, feeling guilty if it ever strays from perfect and "moral" and "good" and "kind". This stress multiplies to the point of developing an anxiety compulsion around never thinking a bad thought or dreaming of a bad thing. However, they're convinced that their parents are constantly thinking badly about them and want them dead because they're such a horrible person. They want to know so badly what their parents really think, because they constantly tell OC that they should have only pure thoughts, but they're hypocritical when it comes to doing so themselves, OC is convinced. After all, what exactly constitutes a "good" or "bad" thought? How are they supposed to know? Their parents seem to think about whatever they want, and everything OC wants is bad, apparently. If nothing else, OC wants to learn how to think like their parents so they can become a good person. Because their parents are good people, obviously, who only want the best for OC.

Their parents feel so alien, though, that OC spends every waking moment reading their parents' expressions for any hint at what they're really thinking, especially when they're being nice. They try to read between the lines of everything said to them. Because of this, boom, ability born. Suddenly they start actually hearing the parents' thoughts, but they believe at first that they've entered some sort of schizophrenic state and the voices are in their head.

Jump to current day, OC has confirmed telekinesis, and reading others' thoughts has made them develop a panic disorder, because seeing into brains means seeing every good and bad thing thought about them, and OC struggles to keep from being a people-pleaser machine that does everything in their power to be what others want them or think them to be so that they can keep others' thoughts as pure as possible.

Hope that....was coherent. Basically OC would be obsessed with people pleasing because of their trauma of having to please their parents just to survive, and then I'd make their emotional arc about coming to realize that thoughts are neutral, anybody is allowed to think anything, and having bad thoughts is actually a great thing, a way to process feelings instead of self-destructing by bottling everything up until it bursts and you have no idea why.

UMMM OKAY. LOVECRAFT NEXT!

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I just left this post for like a whole 30mins reminding myself of the details of Lovecraft and looking for scene compilations of him and hunting for backstory and dude IM ACTUALLY SO STUMPED ON THIS ONE. His non-ability of turning into an eldritch monster is like....it's too basic and unfounded in any reasoning. He just IS an alien monster, and his personality is based on how much of a weirdo he is just because he's an alien monster. So trying to come up with a trauma for him that created this non-ability is impossible, kinda, since his character is founded on him BEING the monster instead of having the monster to use and a backstory (there's literally no backstory on his wiki so I assume bro just exists).

The only trauma I could really give him would be based in his alienation from society as a weird creature-thing. I do love that trope sometimes, so taking his canon traits (it makes him itch when he's the center of attention, he's constantly sleepy, overanxious, and never motivated to do anything i.e. wants things to be over with ASAP), the trauma I could try to tie in would be a Frankenstein-esque plot. People saw him as inherently bad because of what he exists as, not because of anything he's done, and treated him with fear and loathing because of it. And he's so cold all the time, he just wants to be close to somebody warm. He uses the fire as a substitute, but that's not like having a human body. He just wants to be warmmmm!!!! He bundles up to substitute for the lack of human warmth and also to hide as much as possible, he sleeps when he can so he can avoid being seen, and he itches when he's the center of attention because he's been a victim of mob mentality before.

Children have been his one hope, since children are more inclined to accept even weird people, so he's tried his best to make his tentacles into balloon animals and be entertaining so he could make friends (like he did in canon with Q). There!

hopefully that was as good enough :'D thanks, anon!! It's fun to talk my brain on a walk with prompts like this. <3

[gregorio-loves-art]

AU Kai Smith!

1. Is 5’11

2. Was 12 when his parents vanished. He and Nya were alone for 7 years. Is 19 at the start of the series. 31 at the start of dragons rising.

3. His mother is Chinese and Is father is English.

4. The mark of the Anacondrai is a blessing from general Arcturus at the end of the AU equivalent to the TOE. It is said to symbolize strength and honor (the most celebrated traits in Anacondrai culture)

5. His dragon, named flame, was the guardian of the temple of fire. Flame is 9’10

6. The burn scare goes across his right eye and all the way down his arm, it ends at his hand. He got the scar from a lack of control over his powers when he was very little. For his childhood, he wore a ring that his father had made him (not knowing it was made of vengestone.

7. He considers him self just as much Lloyd’s older brother as he is Nya’s.

8. While he loves all the ninja like his brothers, he is closest to Cole and considers him to be his best friend.

9. He and Skylor had a very flirtatious relationship for a long time but kept not confirming the relationship, partly because they were incredibly anxious (despite there seemingly strong confidence) and partly cuz they knew it annoyed everyone else.

10. He has two main weapons. 1). The sword of fire 2). Half of the dragon blade. He and Nya intentionally broke the dragon blade in half during battle and they each carry one half.

11. He is the first to call out Wu on his bad judgment, withholding information, and all his other shenanigans.

12. Is incredibly overprotective and often overbearing.

13. Likes sports cars, video games, and ramen.

14. Is a perfectionist yet incredibly impatient.

15. Struggles with his anger issues.

16. Hates when he needs to rely on others.

17. Feels guilty of the fact the Nya wasn’t spared her childhood. As if, despite his parents leaving, it his fault cuz he couldn’t provide everything.

18. As a tendency to be incredibly oblivious to his own issues.

If you have any questions, ask away!

[fandomandangstlover]

gp!smg3 my beloved <3

[broadwaybalogna]

Final Zutara ff I’ve written so far. If you have any prompts you’d like to read! Let me know!

[Zutara] oneshot! Modern AU in which Katara and Zuko are going to prom❤️

TW: body dysmorphia

Katara knew she was pretty.

The words of past friends and family stuck with her over the years. Gawks from people telling her how beautiful she is and how lucky her boyfriend must be.

Katara understood that she was objectively pretty.

So why didn’t she feel like it?

-

Katara looked at herself in the mirror. Her long dress fell to the ground around her shoes and she studied herself. The dress itself was flawless. It was a long burgundy dress with a long slit on her left leg. It was a one shoulder dress with that flared the dramatics once it reached her chest. The dress had a separate piece of fabric that ruffled and formed into an abstract rose shape.

Zuko had chosen it.

She sized herself up, adding some finishing touches to her hair that was in a loose bun. She looked at herself again and turned to her side.

She self-consciously held her open arm over her chest. Over the years she’s spent in high school, her chest hadn’t grown any more than a B cup. She held a piece of the dresses fabric in her hand and scrunched it. She hated doing this to herself, constantly criticizing her looks. But she couldn’t stop, the endless criticisms toward herself never seemed to end.

Her stomach seemed to bulge out of the dress. It wasn’t completely flat in the dress unless she sucked in her stomach and held it. That, however, was beyond exhausting. She stood straight in the mirror and looked forward again. The small curves in her body felt overemphasized in the dress. She hugged herself as she stared, unmoving.

A knock on her bedroom door finally unfroze her.

”Come on, perfectionist! We’re gonna be late!” Sokka yelled at her, only half joking.

”Got it,” Katara replied, rolling her eyes.

Katara picked at her hair again, messing with the few loose strands to make sure they were perfect. She grabbed her clutch that was laying on her bed before staring at herself in the mirror again. She let her head fall and rubbed the back of the neck (an anxious habit she had picked up over the years).

Another knock at her door.

”Sokka, Jesus, I’m-“ she was interrupted by the door opening to reveal Zuko.

He was wearing a fitted black suit with blue accents (she chose it for him). His hair wasn’t as messy as he usually left it, but it was still maintained. Katara couldn’t help but smile at his appearance.

”I thought you were waiting downstairs?” Katara questioned, feeling a bit more guilty about her tardiness than before.

”I wanted to see you before everyone else,” he spoke, walking up to her and giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

”Mmm-“ she pulled away, “lipstick”.

”Right,” he rolled his eyes. He lowered her head to press another kiss on the crown of her head. When Katara looked back up, Zuko’s face had contorted into a look of confusion.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

”Yeah, why?”

”The back of your neck is red,” he explained.

”Oh,” Katara distantly replied, slightly turning her head from him.

”What’s bothering you?” He led her to the foot of her bed where they both sat down. He took Katara’s hand in his own and she squeezed back.

”I don’t know. I guess I just…” she struggled to find the words to explain her feelings, “for lack of a better term, wish I liked my body more?” She offered an awkward smile. Although she phrased the statement as a question, Katara still felt tears begin to well up in her eyes.

Zuko nodded and let out a hum.

”I think there are parts of ourselves that we all fail to understand and accept,” he finally began after a long pause. “I mean, look at me. I have a huge scar on my face but you sit next to me and tell me how beautiful it makes me.”

”Well, your face would be boring without it.” Katara lightly joked.

”The same goes for you.” At this, Katara’s smile faded. “Whatever you may dislike about yourself, I know I love it more than you could imagine.”

Katara let out a sigh. “Yeah.”

”Seriously, Kat! I mean, I love women for their personalities more than their bodies one hundred percent, don’t forget that— but literally everything about you is beautiful in my eyes. I mean, it might actually be a problem how rose tinted my glasses are when looking at you.”

Katara laughed.

”We all have things we’re insecure about, yeah. But I think the opinions that matter most are those closest to us and can best shape us to love ourselves the most. If that even makes sense.”

”it was perfectly worded.”

”Good. Now, can I please share a kiss with you on the lips?”

Katara pretended to think for a moment before pressing her lips against his own.

”Oh my god, lovebirds, hurry up. He have a reservation!” Sokka called from downstairs Katara’s bedroom.

”Right, we’re going to prom,” Zuko smiled.

“Can’t we stay here instead?” Katara complained, only slightly serious.

”We could… but the tickets were eighty dollars,” he argued.

Katara smiled and stood up. Zuko followed suit and once again, took her hand in his.

”Ready?” He asked.

”As long as you are.”

[haeryna]

hi!! i bingeread your satosugu fic and omg it's amazing !! you really nailed their dynamic, i love how complex the relationship got and the AU overall !! do you have any hcs for how Suguru's and Satoru's music sound? I cant wait to read more, good poly fics are hard to find !!

hi mila! i'm glad you liked it, i get oddly paranoid that i'm either overcomplicating or undercomplicating things in my au lol. suguru will often play rock music (which i personally don't listen to) but that's because his managers really like pushing his "image," with the long hair and piercings. in reality, suguru's biggest hits come from the acoustic songs he writes on his own, and performed on the guitar that reader gave him. thinking mitski and other assorted indie artists i listen to. deeper, gentle voice; when he sings, you can feel the way he almost seems to breathe around the cadence of the song, weaving himself into it seamlessly. he's well established though, a walking contradiction between the "indie" music he plays and the fact he's so mainstream. for good reason; the emotions from his heart bleed into his voice, and his fans delude themselves into believing the love songs he writes and performs for you are for themselves instead.

too bad you've shut off his music any time it's come on.

satoru on the other hand is just an eclectic blend of boy groups; the group is composed of five members (choso, sukuna, gojo, nanami, and haibara) so i've paired them with txt in my mind, but like every group, gojo has some solo songs. guilty by taemin, rover by kai, sugar rush ride by txt, and stray kids are definitely some things that i think they would perform, but since they're such an diverse group (so different in style, aesthetic, and mannerisms) that i think each comeback is wildly different as well and therefore most, if not all, kpop boy group songs fit. he has a higher vocal range, but is trained to perfection in the way that most idols are. a technical perfectionist; often praised for how his live vocals match the studio recordings.

thank you for your ask and support though !! i'm glad you've been enjoying the series so far <3

[badbatchposts]

🎱 🍓 🌵🔪🪲. I reblogged the ask game from you, so I wanted to be courteous and send you an ask! I'm honestly curious about these.

Thanks for the ask, friend! It's really nice to be able to reflect on some of these things!! Sorry in advance for the super long responses lol.

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats:

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I honestly have no sense of how these stats compare for the usual fanfic writer, but it makes me happy to see how many people have subscribed to my longfic, especially since I don't always get a ton of comments on new chapters. But it seems people are reading! And definitely more people than read my dissertation, lol.

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I used to write a lot of original work in high school and early college, but then as things got busy--and as I convinced myself my writing wasn't good enough to be worth it--I largely stopped. I always felt guilty about it. I really enjoyed writing, but didn't think I was creative enough or had the right amount of stamina that it took to complete a long work, and I had this perfectionist idea where it felt like it wasn't worth doing if I couldn't be the best at it.

Then right as the new Bad Batch season came out this year I was struggling a lot with burnout and found that I was spending a lot of time thinking about the show, and decided that I might as well start reading some fanfiction--for the first time ever--and felt like writing it would be a nice creative outlet that might help me recover from my burnout. It really has been great, and some of what's made it so good is actually exactly the sort of things that used to make me think writing fanfiction wasn't worth it. Namely: it's not professionally publishable.

That is, legally, I will never be able to professionally publish and profit from any of what I write--it can only be posted and enjoyed. This actually just took so much of the pressure off. It doesn't have to be perfect--it doesn't even have to be very good, because that's not what it's for.

I started thinking of it more as an exercise for working on my writing skills (things like, okay, in this chapter I'm going to practice writing dialogue, or in this next one I'm going to work more on establishing an interesting setting). As a result, I'm now thinking more about the writing process and improving my storytelling, rather than worrying about trying to make it perfect or good enough to publish or feeling competitive or down on myself when I encounter writing that I feel is much better than my own. It's been really freeing.

All of this happened over ten years since I stopped writing in college, and the other great thing has been seeing that my writing skills didn't disappear. In fact, they've gotten better and grown as a result of the learning I did in the meantime. I'm now much better at envisioning narrative arcs, outlining, getting myself to write consistently instead of just waiting for inspiration to strike me, and a whole load of other skills. It's really helped soothe a part of me that worried that I had abandoned writing, that it was too late for me to "do" anything with it, or that I only would have gotten worse.

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Parasailing in Rio de Janeiro with a Caipirinha in Your Hand

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I've been spending a lot of time researching historical kitchens on sailing ships and historical brothels for the Pirate AU that I'm working on. Once for an academic paper I was working on a novel that depicts a (non-sexual) human-animal relationship but through very intimate and erotic terms, and I accidentally googled a combination of terms that came back with information on bestiality while on my university's wi-fi.

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The most recent thing I wrote for my Pirate AU (I'm skipping ahead SEVERAL chapters to inspire myself with the steamy bits haha)

“I hardly think I can get into much trouble here. Your crew have been perfect gentlemen.”

Hunter’s eyes glinted in the half-light of the lamps. Though he didn’t move, all of a sudden she was all-too-aware of how close he was, how easy it would be for him to reach out and touch her. “And what about me?” he murmured. “Haven’t you heard from the ladies in port? I’m a scoundrel. A very dangerous man. Maybe you ought to be afraid of me.”

Thanks again, this was a lot of fun!!

[redthefieryginger]

I lowkey wanna see a buddy cop AU fic and headcanons with Copia as the goofy detective while their partner, the reader/you/OC detective, pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves his antics. 😂🤣😂

These are some of my personal headcanons for this ridiculously stupid AU 🤣🤣:

He is amazing with kids, he knows what to say to comfort them and gets them to open up and smile despite going through something horrible to get information.

Copia’s incredibly perceptive and usually has the scene assessed entirely within seconds and goes to pet the rats.

You have to constantly pull him away from the wild alley rats if you’re in the middle of assessing a crime scene.

Grabbing Copia’s tie and pulling him along to talk to witnesses/other cops/CSU team/boss.

Copia acts like the sub of the team, but if his partner is in danger, he becomes unrecognizable and sometimes frightening in his need to protect or save them.

He is often the butt of jokes in the office, but if his partner hears someone make a joke, they make a threatening joke or comment in return. (Despite his partner claiming to be annoyed by him, they will still defend him to the death against others. Very much a: “I am the only one who can be mean to him ‘cause he’s my partner. So fuck off.”)

Copia has an interesting interrogation technique. He talks and talks and talks, hardly ever asking questions. He wears them down until they want to confess. (For some reason I think of a mix between DiNozzos’ rambling and McGees’ almost awkward interrogation techniques from NCIS.)

Copia surprise everyone with his perfectionist tendencies when it comes to paperwork and often works late to make sure his reports are done and grammar checked before turning it in to the boss.

Copia can usually tell if someone is the killer/ guilty party quickly after meeting them. He just has a sense for when people aren’t being truthful or if they are hiding something. He may know who it is, but he and his partner must now prove it and there in comes the fun and antics.

That’s all I have ATM! Please feel free to add to them or make corrections! Just a funny AU thought I had after binging NCIS for a while now 😂😂 It’s just fun to think about.