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A little treat, from the other side of the glass!
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Steph and Jason stand there in silence after the natural disaster that they just witnessed dipped like bats out of hell.
Steph's mouth is dry, and she feels deprived of a hunt she only just started.
"So, did you hire her because you guys match?" Steph finally says, after watching Jason moon after his new boytoy for a couple seconds to make herself feel better.
Not that Jason keeps boytoys, but really, he should. Danny can be his first.
"What?" Jason blinks at her in confusion, no doubt still suffering the effects of lovesickness. Ugh.
"Val." Steph clarifies, enunciating because she likes the way it sounds on her tongue, "y'know, yay high, hot as sin, hair like—" she twirls a finger towards her own bangs, signifying the two starkly white dreads the other woman had framing her face.
Jason scoffs. "No, she's good. Knows her shit." Jason gives her a look. "I wouldn't hire someone who couldn't do the job."
"Figured," Steph placates, picking up a random nut on the table "She work the weekdays?"
She doesn't know who she's kidding. They both know Steph's panting after Jaybird's new mechanic like a dog eyeing a particularly tasty looking bone.
Two minutes ago, she watched Val suplex Danny in picture perfect 4K, and lost control of her own goddamn mouth.
"Gods, I wish that were me." Steph had said then, out loud.
Thankfully, Jason was too preoccupied watching a basically shirtless Danny pinning Val to the ground and saying "Satan, I wish that were me." to really make fun of her for it.
But Steph's not stupid, and for all the violence and muscle Jason's made up of, that doesn't mean he's stupid either. Or deaf.
They both heard the other, and are pointedly not talking about it.
Who the hell says "Satan" instead of "Gods" anyway? Jason literally worships the ground Wonder Woman struts on, and she's basically a God. Goddess. Whatever.
Power positions shouldn't be gendered. It's all the same.
"She works when she works." Jason finally says, not at all fooled by her innocent demeanor. It hasn't worked for years. Not since she was still dating Tim, but it won't stop her from trying.
She gives up.
"Come on Jaybird, you saw her!" Steph immediately whines.
"I did. And I am not letting my very talented, very valued employee fall into the clutches of a harpy!" Jason throws his hands up, strolling back to her car to get it sorted. He's no doubt under the impression that the faster he fixes it, the sooner she'll leave.
They both know it's a lost hope.
"I am not a harpy," Steph sniffs, ignoring Jason's responding scoff, "And I just wanna get to know her, is all."
"Know like what, her three sizes and what she looks like on a bed?” Jason snarks.
She kicks him in the side. “First of all, crude. What would Alfie say?”
Jason pointedly ignores her, but she’s used to that treatment from him. “Plus, it’s not like you’re any better!”
Jason stands up abruptly to glare at Steph. “You met Val today. I’ve met Danny a handful of times this week and yeah, I like what I see,” Steph feels a triumphant glee take over her, but Jason shuts her up by pointing a greasy hand at her threateningly, “but I like how he's funny and smart more.”
Steph lets that percolate for a moment, trying to keep a straight face, before a shit-eating grin takes over her face. “And it doesn’t hurt that pretty boy can throw down.”
Jason rolls his eyes, but he can’t fool Steph. She sees his get a little red as he turns back to sink into the hood of her car. “He made that bike, y’know.”
That surprises her. “He did? By himself??”
“His friend Tucker tricked it out with him—Danny can code, but his friend’s a certified genius apparently.” Steph feels warmth flood over her as Jason continues to talk about Danny, about the handful of things the two men have talked about during the scant moments Danny’s there waiting to pick up Val. "We're only three years apart, and he's already got a lot goin' on for him."
"Hey, you got this place all on your own, without Bruce's help, and got back on your feet." Steph jabs a threatening finger at him, "You're barely legal to drink, and you have what, 6 employees?"
Jason sniffs, muttering something about college and pit madness. Steph rolls her eyes and promptly tells him where he can shove that kind of talk.
Namely: where the sun don't shine and Gotham smog don't go.
In truth, she’s happy. She’s never seen Jason this relaxed about meeting someone new, though she’s sure it’s not the first time. She and Jay have never been too close, despite the fact that he tolerates her more in casual hangouts than the rest of the bats and birds.
They trust each other with their lives, of course, but Steph wasn’t exactly there when Red Hood first made his debut, and she’s one of the few in the Batfam that didn’t know Jason before.
Sometimes she thinks that the only reason he can tolerate her as much as he does. Can't make comparisons to a dead boy if you didn't know the dead boy, after all.
So she listens to him redirect the talk back to Danny, to the shop, and when Jason runs out of things to say they sit together in comfortable, familiar silence. The only noise being the city ambience and Jason tinkering around in the guts of her car.
Steph basks in it, breathing slow and deep, contemplative.
"So. Vigilantes?" Jason finally utters, Steph's eyes snapping open so she can point a finger at him frantically.
"Right!? Phantom?" She asks, watching as Jason turns toward her with a wrench from god knows where.
"Huntress?" Jason counters.
"Cujo????" Steph almost screeches.
There's another silence, as Jason and Steph stare at each other, confused beyond measure. It's the kind of pause that people who've just been through a baffling moment together can commiserate in, a moment that really takes one aback, rare for borne and bred Gothamites like Steph and Jason are.
"Tim?" Steph offers.
"Babs?" Jason pleads.
A long moment, and Steph nods, pulling out her phone.
She pretends not to notice Jason's shoulders slumping in relief as he turns back to her car—probably thinking he's just dodged a bullet on brotherly nosiness. Tim might be able to lie to Batman's face, but he's still a sucker for Dick Grayson's pouty whines.
Jokes on him, last she heard Dick is hanging out with Babs today, so he'll find out anyway.
The second she presses send, she belatedly remembers that she's also probably going to be subjected to the nosy.
Gods damn it all.
Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.
ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)
Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)
also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.
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Val’s pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.
She’s pretty sure he’s The Crime Lord, actually. She’s like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and she’s low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.
The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.
To be clear, she’s not mad about Red Hood himself.
She’s just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriend’s third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so she’s mad about it.
She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car she’s working on today. Being a mechanic wasn’t really on the docket for Val’s life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?
Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.
Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.
So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.
Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. He’s flexible on hours, and she’s even got rudimentary insurance.
All in All? It could be worse—she could still be working for Vlad, after all.
It's the little things.
#i want them both to be smooth but i know in my heart they're goobers#im bi so everyone in this fic is bi#thems the rules#val/steph#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#my writing#danny phantom#dcu#dead on main#danny/jason#danny fenton#jason todd#red hood#mechanic val au#stephanie brown/valerie gray#valerie gray#stephanie brown
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Bi-Han screenshots belong to far2wi on X. Other images sourced from unsplash and pexels.
Pairing: Bi-Han x OC (Yue)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: mild sexual content, implied sexual content, character death
Summary: They were destined to meet again and again. Though fate conspired to keep them apart, they somehow find their way back to one another at the restart of another timeline. A promise spoken from ages ago, a solemn vow to reclaim what once was theirs.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything proper, and with so much thought put into it. This fic originally began as little snippets of ideas that I had when MK9 came out. I’ve been a fan of Bi-Han for years, but never really pursued writing for him. I am much too shy to write for him. But, I wanted to try now that MK1 came out. With a little encouragement from @peijizerojournal I finally finished writing this prequel of sorts. I had a little hiccup getting it written because of my work and the holidays keeping me busy, but I’m relieved and so happy to see it done. If you give it a read, I hope you enjoy it. Kudos not necessary, but appreciated.💖
I have a main story to plan now, ahaha…🥲🙃
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 1#bi han#mk1 bi han#sub zero#mk1 sub zero#oc#self indulgent fic#shoutout to everyone who wrote character anslysis about bihan bc i read those#thank you for guiding me#im still learning how to write him#he makes me so nervous lol#i also made a moodboard for them#yall i was really invested into this
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Reading my fave thin man and lady fic. Kicking my feet a lot because tbh. Sometimes a sad man really is just a weird woman's science project in a way that is so homoerotic
#carols.txt#when i tell you i've been re-reading this single one shot religiously every single month for almost three years I mean it#《straight》 ship so good we call it queerbaiting#LMAOOOOOO#call it yaoyuri the way these old people r tragic and doomed by the narrative or whatever#listen as a bi person on the aroace spectrum whatever this fic was trying to convey really strikes a cord#while its not the same as my own this characterization of them is so intriguing. im so hooked on it#^^ one thing i think this person really nailed was thin man's immaturity (stemming from his emotions oftentime being too big to control) ->#and the desire of attention that comes with said immaturity while also having the lady be both cold (normal) and intrigued in a way that ->#that really fits her character. curiosity is one of the many facets that make up her character that don't get explored much and i think its#done so well here for like no reason�� THIS AUTHOR COOKED TOO HARD YOU GUYS#like ofc she wouldnt send him away. shes studying him under a microscope. even though hes annoying as hell#thin man is plagued by sassy man syndrome in this which is really fucking funny cus it lasts a total of 3 seconds before she finds him out#PLUS THE TALK ABOUT THE TOWER AND THE WORLD... AUGHHH#i need this author to give me their brain NOW#AUGHHHHHAAGGGHEEHH#everyone needs to start doing thinlady the way this person was doing it#this is the biblically accurate old people (in case my theory abt baby lady having been in the pale city is wrong)#live laugh love. its my birthday. spoiling myself a bit. goddamn.
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Is the Unsaved fic canon? If yes, how did Astarion react to finding out his travelling companion is the Durge from the past? Or does he not remember it either?
I hope I understand you right; it's obviously not canon canon, but it is canon for everything I do with the characters! I plan on writing the sequel to Unsaved which is just what happens in the game, so i dont want to spoil everything, but I can say that Astarion very much remembers. He hasn't told Durge yet though, for... Reasons.
#im trying to update at least bi weekly now! its so nice to see everyone thats been interested in them ^^#answered asks#bg3#unsaved#fic questions
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drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me
#sammy is a brown bear (like freddy). his mom is white like funtime freddy#then crying child is blue (like bon bon. and to go with lizzies bonnet pink) (theyre not twins in my au but they definitely act like it. so#its like cute.) mrs. afton is blue violet (rockstar bonnie) bc i was running out of colors. i had already assigned her blue anyway.#max is black bc i seriously ran out of rabbit colors. or! no wait shadow bonnie. thats totally the inspo and not i had made his ears black#already. i think thats literally every rabbit color available. the afton family is pretty big. ig vanny. who would go with vanessa. obvi bu#shes not in my au. or at least not an afton. and therefore not a rabbit. if she was though shed be white.#and if you havent seen any previously drawn ones henry and william are yellow (obviously. they already have fursonas. theyre the reason#everyone else gets one. LOL) micheals purple like classic bonnie (who... is purple even if it was then retconned. hes purple. look at#withered bonnie. i hate ppl who say its just lighting. thats a lie by big blue bonnie. he was literally purple and then he changed his mind#like i said lizzie is pink like bonnet. and then charlie is black like lefty. because duhh.#DONT ask me about how this shit works okay. the rabbit dated the rabbit and the bear dated the bear. bc thats what happened. theres not#here. the bears got divorced. and the rabbits. the yellow rabbit and bear are fucking#no um. i like willry but i think if they were really fucking. i just think things would go differently. henry's gay in my au i dont think i#he actually had a man to fuck he'd manage to have children. its not who he is to me. will is bi but he obv thinks henry is some exception t#him being perfectly normal and straight. everyone wants to fuck their business partner. otherwise youd do it yourself#ig they can fuck after. i hate when people do these boring aus where henry and william never get married and william isnt a murderer and so#like what? theres nothing? just a couple of guys? if im looking for fics where theyre fucking im not looking for a fic where everything is#nice and clean. be serious. can we at least have some angst about it being the 70s or are you too much of a bitch for that too#anyway.....#simons spouting#simons fnaf au#OH also if anyone reads this whats the stance on this stupid idea i have where sammy pretends he has a thing for michael to annoy max. bc.#their parents had a thing for eachother. and sammy and max have a more familial relationship. and michael and charlie have a familial#relationship. but michael and sammy have barely met and do not at all. is it pushing it? i was thinking yknow from sammys perspective that'#'his sons' dad but! like you can fuck your sons dad. that's not weird. unless thats the way youre phrasing it i guess LOL. but i guess#michael would be like. thats 'my sisters' brother. and that is not someone you fuck*. BUT this isnt michaels perspective its sammy being#annoying. and from sammys perspective that is NOT his sister and there for NOT his sisters brother. *also im pretty sure this is subjective#if youre just friends. yknow. the ethics of sammy using this to bother max is not on the table because i think he deserves to be a#a bit of an ass. anyway LMAOO fkdglfg. let me know if youd like ive got anon asks on. please dont judge me for not knowing this.
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"Radio Static" chapter 2 is up now!
Summary: "Ingo is gone, and Emmet's not doing so well. No one is, really."
Chapter Word Count: 2,453
Links: ff.net | neocities
Also available to read under the cut:
Ingo was gone. Completely, permanently gone. He knew this. He had felt it. He had felt it as he had disappeared, how he had been there one moment, and then the next, just… hadn’t. Poof. No more Ingo.
It had been days. Or weeks, he couldn’t be quite sure anymore. It was so hard to keep track of much of anything, these days. Either way, there hadn’t been a single sign of him in all of that time; not where he’d gone, not how he’d disappeared, nothing.
He’d given up hope that Ingo would come back practically the instant the initial shock of his disappearance had faded. He was dead, there was no doubt about it. How else could he have just vanished, and so wholly, so instantly?
How else could all of his thoughts just… stop?
There had been nothing - no warning, no way for him to get to him, no way for him to prove it and get everyone to just stop, stop searching, stop reassuring him and telling him to hope.
Hope. Hope. Yeah, right. His brother was gone. What was there left for him to hope for but closure?
Nothing. There had been nothing at all. No fear, not a burst of pain. He hadn’t felt him fade as he got farther and farther away, though there was no way for him to get far enough from him to completely sever their connection so quickly, anyway.
At least that meant it was quick.
He let his thoughts turn to that night’s dinner as the door to his cold, empty apartment swung open. There was no point in thinking about it much anymore, if he was to make it through at all. The only thing he could really do anymore was wait for everyone else to finally get the memo.
Maybe he’d make lasagna.
Click.
As he flicked the light on, his brother’s pokemon rushed to greet him. It wasn’t out of joy from seeing their trainer’s brother after a long day, and he knew it. They were scared; Ingo had disappeared, and just like him, they were scared that the next most important person to them could be next.
For that reason, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to keep them in their balls all day. They had refused when he’d first tried, and he really didn’t want to try fighting them on it. He understood, in any case. They had been kept in them when Ingo had first disappeared, helpless to do anything. The thought of going back in must be painful.
He stroked Excadrill’s back as he nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder; gently, so as to not hurt him with the drill fixed on his head. He felt a mix of numb and forlorn. The Pokemon looked back up at him and keened sadly, leaning into his touch. He was trying his best to carry on, to pretend everything was normal. For all of their sakes.
Losing Ingo was easily the worst thing that could have ever happened to him. It was just too big. He had no clue how he could ever deal with it, get used to a life without his twin. So, he didn’t. He’d ignore it for as long as he could, at least until everyone else stopped expecting him back. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold on anymore once they all realized what he’d known from the start. Selfishly enough, he couldn’t help but hope that he wouldn’t have to.
It was just so hard. Losing Ingo was worse than losing a limb. It was that, and it was like losing an entire sense on top of it.
Ingo was his brother, his best friend; his very favorite person, and the most important one in his life. More than that, though, he was always there, and not necessarily in body. While it was true that they were practically joined at the hip, the thoughts and feelings they shared at all times turned it into something more.
As he hung his coat and hat on the too empty rack and drifted towards the kitchen, he couldn’t help falling deeper and deeper into his thoughts.
Ingo was always there, in the back of his mind, in his head, in his heart - in the most literal of senses. Nowadays, they didn’t share very many actual thoughts, just the slightest hints of emotions, enough to know when something was wrong, to know the other was there.
That, and another, more tangible reminder; they always shared the feeling of their own heartbeat - it didn’t serve much actual purpose, it was just nice. It wouldn’t be nearly as efficient as simple thought sharing if there was something wrong that they needed to know about, but the warm, full feeling in their chests had always comforted them when they were younger, so they had decided to continue sharing it.
Now, all of those constants of his life were gone, all in a single instant. He felt so empty, and so much lonelier than anyone could ever know, each and every day. He didn’t want to hear a single word about how they “knew how hard it must be,” or even how they “couldn’t imagine.” No, no they didn’t know - they could never know. They would never even think to imagine how he felt. He just couldn’t help feeling so angry, so bitter. How dare they imply that they knew how it felt to have such a huge part of himself ripped out? To have not only his closest friend taken from him, but to also lose a part of himself right along with him?
But he kept all of these thoughts to himself. It wasn’t their faults, and they were hurting, too; he was far from the only person who loved Ingo. More than that, though, he hadn’t a clue how to express it without sounding as though he’d gone insane from grief.
He rested his elbows on the counter, burying his face in his hands with a sigh. This was why he had gone right back to work following Ingo’s disappearance; despite the way everything seemed to remind him of him, despite how much it hurt to do it all without him, despite how tangible his absence was in every single instant that he didn’t feel him, it was easier. It was easier to keep himself busy, so that he couldn’t be left alone to let his thoughts spiral.
There had only been one other time he’d ever felt anything remotely like this, he thought grimly. The countertop was cold, seeping into his arms, spreading to the rest of him, but he couldn’t find the presence of mind to care.
Despite how he had known it to be temporary (because Mom and Dad had said it would be, and they wouldn’t lie to them. Emmet knows better, now, but back then he hadn’t really had anything else to get him through but trust in his parents), it had been the hardest time of his and Ingo’s entire lives.
Until now, at least.
In any case, at the time, any relief he may have felt at getting out of that painful feedback loop of fear and confusion, at knowing he wasn’t hurting his brother anymore, was completely overshadowed by the pain he had felt at being separated from him.
Feeling Ingo’s thoughts, feelings, senses - all of it - slowly slip away from him as he got farther and farther from home had felt like torture at the time, the worst pain he had ever felt. It was worse than that time he had broken his arm, and Ingo had been so scared and started crying from the pain, so he only cried harder, and it had gone on and on like that until he hardly realized what was happening around him anymore.
When he had finally been unable to feel a single bit of him, he had started sobbing louder than he could remember ever being before that moment. His father had been alarmed, but had just kept driving. It had simultaneously felt relieving and like some sort of betrayal at the time. He didn’t think he’d have been able to handle it if he’d tried to comfort him, but a part of him had wished he’d just decided to turn around right then and give up on it.
Now that he was older, he understood why they did what they did. He understood that there was no other way to help them. He understood that they were scared too, that they missed each other and their sons, that they didn’t want to do that to them.
Still, there was a bitter, ugly part of himself that wanted to blame them for all of it, that hated them for it, even so many years later. At the time, his greatest fear had been never seeing his brother again - even now, despite being reunited, it had always lingered in the back of his mind.
And now, that fear was his reality. He was all alone. Something had taken Ingo away from him, and he had no clue what it was, or why.
He did know one thing, though; whatever it was, it wasn’t going to give his brother back to him.
He was well and truly alone, and he had no clue what to do with himself.
Just then, the phone rang, halting his thoughts in their tracks. He rubbed his eyes, then leaned over to pick the phone up from its place on the wall. Elesa often made fun of them for still having a landline, but neither of them had ever really had a reason to need mobile phones. He regretted it for just a moment, with how having to reach over meant he had to sit up. He was tempted to just fold over and sleep right there after he hung up.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Hello? Emmet?” a sweet voice replied.
Speaking of which…
“Oh, hello, Elesa. Did you need something?” he asked, trying to sound pleasant instead of tired. It was rather late for her to be calling.
Elesa was one of the ones leading the search for Ingo. Every day, she would come to him with updates. Or, well, “updates” was a generous word, given that there really wasn’t anything to be found. He hadn’t yet had the heart to tell her that he’d given up; she’d think he was just being cynical, anyway, and would waste energy trying to comfort him.
Usually, though, she’d catch him during his break, or early in the morning. She rarely ever called him at home, and she hadn’t since before his world fell apart.
On the other end of the phone, Elesa didn’t answer, but he thought he heard her sniffle. He felt his brow furrow.
“Elesa? Are you alright?” he said, now worried.
“...I just…” she started, then sniffled again. He heard some shifting sounds; he thought she must have been wiping her eyes, and his heart sank.
“Emmet, I… I know you don’t need me telling you how hard… all of this… has been for me, but I just…” she interrupted herself with another sniffle. He thought her voice had a strange quality to it. Tired, maybe. Usually so graceful, she was tripping over her words just slightly.
“It just feels like… well… Ingo’s go-... Ingo’s not here, and sometimes… No, it feels like you’re not either. I know it’s… I know it’s hard, harder than I could know, but, but, Emmet… you can’t keep pushing me away. I’m worried,” she admitted.
He was about to tell her not to worry, that it was just hard, she understood, didn’t she; then, she spoke again.
“I don’t want to lose you, too…” she whispered, sounding close to tears again.
He felt his heart sink. He couldn’t keep lying to her. But he couldn’t tell her the truth, either. She’d never believe him, or even really understand what he was saying. And he just couldn’t tell her the truth when she sounded so heartbroken already. He couldn’t take away what little hope she might have left. He couldn’t let her believe that she’d been running herself ragged all this time for nothing, even if it was true.
“...I’m sorry, Elesa. It’s just… hard,” he decided on, although he knew it was a weak excuse. He also knew that she wouldn’t want to question him with the situation they were in. Small mercies, he supposed.
She sighed, “I know, Emmie. But… I’m here, okay? I know… I know it’s hard for you to talk about things, sometimes… but… we don’t have to talk. We can- we can do anything you want, we can just sit together, I just…” she trailed off. He knew what she wanted to say, though; what she thought she couldn’t say.
I need you.
He didn’t know what to do. She needed him to be there for her, but he was barely able to be there for himself. She knew this, she understood, but he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her down, even if she expected it.
“Okay,” he said. “I will… we can. Talk about it. Later.”
“Okay, yeah,” she responded, and then yawned. “Goodnight, Emmie. I love you, okay?”
“Goodnight, Ellie. I love you, too,” he said back.
He hung the phone back up on the wall after hearing the beeping that meant she’d ended the call. He slumped back in his chair, suddenly feeling the weight of twice his years on him.
He just felt so lost. He had no clue what to do, what he even could do. What was there to do without his brother? He had lost him so suddenly, all at once, and now everyone else that loved him was holding onto a hope that he couldn’t possibly explain why he knew was wrong.
He knew he had the support of his family, of Elesa, of his other friends - really, of the whole of Nimbasa. Despite all of that, though, he couldn’t help but feel alone. The only ones who might understand it if he tried to tell them the truth were his parents, but he couldn’t do that to them.
Words of support from kind strangers and worried calls from loved ones like Elesa came in practically every day, but none of it made him feel any better. If it managed to get through to him at all, he only felt worse. And really, how could he respond any differently? His brother was dead.
He couldn’t help but want to disappear. He wanted this all to just end, to go away. He wanted his brother.
But none of that would happen.
#posting this one a bit early bc i dont think ill have time to tmrw + next week's might be late since im thinking abt switching my update day#this one's kind of slower even in comparison to the last few. won't say anything more but i think the next couple might make up for it a bi#txt#fic#radio static au#submas#subway master emmet#subway boss emmet#gym leader elesa#pkmn#fanfiction#feel so bad 4 everyone in the bw tags constantly getting bombarded with these background idiots sorry sorry
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It's apparently possible to inhale a bottle of wine. I don't even know how fast I consumed that bottle
#it's Saturday - i worked half the day then spent the rest of it with my dementia parents#its nearly 9pm and I'm exhausted. wow big surprise. do i ever say anything else?#healthcare professionals suggested other than home accommodations for dad because he's worse and I've yet to figure it out#since they both have dementia diagnosises#911 is lovely but fandom is whack - i barely follow any people and yet i see posts about how horrible other people's dash are#so I'm gonna mute some more because I don't need people's whack delusions on my barely existing free time#ship whatever the fuck you want - just remember it has no bearing on canon. fuck canon. it doesn't have to line in with each other for it t#enjoyable#i otoh love to see a canon bi buck who's happy and supported by his boyfriend#I'm gonna go read some smutty ghoap fic and probably crash real early and be a responsible human on Sunday so i can work on Monday#with fucking budget cuts ffs my life is a joke - im interim boss yet I'm supposed to suggest what ro cut and declare what to save fml#have a good weekend everyone - peace out#I'm gonna snuggle with my giant ragdoll kittycat who decided i was good enough for a lap cuddle
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the way other fanfic writers write boys and men tells me a lot of you have never observed men interacting in the wild much less had male friends of your own. he literally wouldn't do that
#not me studying male coworkers and classmates for “authentic behavior”#group of men just as dumb as a group of women though the brain cell count drops faster XD#however a mixed group where everyone's input matters usually gets stuff done and is a lot of fun#power imbalance in a mixed group is a palpable joy killer eg the guy/gal who thinks they're in charge#but if your guy friends and your gal friends are all equally down for hijinks#it is SO fun#anyway the best fics in any trope are ones where men actually act like men#straight gay bi it does not matter men by and large behave similarly with each other#sometimes you get the sensitive thoughtful types who read and philosophize#but they still watch sports and they still play in the dirt boys will be boys etc#writing fanfic#and even some of the best men will second guess a woman's testimony if another man has a shred of doubt#the boys club is real and it's everywhere#not even women trust each other that much ime#most importantly everyone is multifaceted and wrong sometimes#guys can mean well and mess up#they aren't knights in shining armor they're just dudes doing what they think is right or normal
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one thing that adds to credibility of Paul being closeted imo, is that often he is thought of as having this internalised homophobia, if not homophobia itself, because he always mentions how un-gay he is whenever some gay subject comes up in interviews
but like, there are so many things that disprove him being homophobic, it's not even funny. going to Paris alone with gay men? Paul did that two times (three if we count John lol) and that Peter Brown story is incrediblyy suspect. what homophobic man, scared of gay, sits on the bed of his male employee and his male fling that casually late at night in his hotel room and chats them up?
most likely reason, combined with his incredibly suspect lyrics, is that he is so defensive about his sexuality because he has something to hide
THATS WHAT IIIIIM SAYING!!!! like he is so comfortable w gay people and gay culture which on its own isn't suspect but it Is when people insist he's homophobic as a Reason He's Repressed Not Closeted. and once again I must remind everyone that john nearly beat a man to death for calling him gay and was still undeniably queer.
it's just like. imagine for a moment. with me. everyone hold my hand. not claiming this is true but walk w me along this path to get to current paul that isn't "he's just repressed and stupid and doesn't even know he's bi" but is instead MY speculative timeline (somehow this turned into a mini fic or something god help me but I'M SO SERIOUS IM SO SERIOUS THIS WOULD MAKE THE MOST SENSE TO ME WALK WITH ME HOLD MY HAND)
you are born in the 1940s. you are raised by a strict man who was physically abusive & in a culture that hates gay people. you grow up watching people get killed for being queer and being bullied over your feminine features that people think make you queer. you hit puberty and Shit Gets Harder because you start finding other men hot. elvis, for one! when you're 15 you start seeing a boy around that you think is hot and it turns out he's in a band and you fall in love with his looks and his voice and then him. and he's just as insane about you. you start doing increasingly sexual things together. eventually, you're having a full blown sexual affair. while writing love songs together and growing up together. and then he gets his girlfriend pregnant. and marries her. and you lose him, a little bit. he goes off and has an affair with your gay manager & when he gets home he ruins your birthday party by nearly beating a man to death for bringing it up. you wonder what he'd do if anyone found out about the two of you too.
and then the insane happens and you end up The Most Famous Band In The World. the ENTIRE world is watching your every move. the entire world loves you. they wouldn't love you if they knew. you get a girlfriend and it's convenient because she's always gone and you're always alone. but you still have him. and other girls. through everything, you have each other. even when he says something stupid and the world wants all of your heads on a platter and he starts to fall into a depression, you still have each other. even if now you Know how bad it could be if they ever found out. and then your manager, your father figure, an openly gay man, dies. and it's not a suicide, but a lot of people think it is, and sometimes you wonder, and fuck it's terrifying, isn't it? the reality of your life, the reality of loving Him, the reality of being queer. what if that winds up being You? you start to lose Him a little bit more as you throw yourself into your work and push everyone way too hard. you propose to your girlfriend. and then you do lose Him. to a woman. which was sort of unthinkable because he was already married and never cared about her, just you. never cared about any women, just you. but he cares about Her. and you fucking lose your mind. lose yourself in drugs. blow up your engagement. propose to another girl and many more "jokingly". your one girlfriend says you had to try again or you would have gone "raving queer" and killed yourself. the whole time you're losing Him more and more. suddenly he's looking at Her like he used to look at you. you're no longer his world and what the fuck do you have? a bunch of girls you don't care about and a drug problem? and then you meet a woman who, according to you, is more woman than anyone else. she's a mother already, a family ready made when you've always wanted one. she's smart and she's funny and she's quick and you let yourself cling to her because you don't have Him and he has Her so you've got to have someone, don't you? and she winds up pregnant and that's great, that's wonderful, you're no longer in danger of dying alone and queer and sad. you've lost Him by now completely, even though you have about a month where things feel a little less awful again and you perform together one last time. you marry her and you ASK people, flat out, if they expected you to be a 26 year old unmarried queer. you fight the night before you're married for some unknown reason, so badly she almost leaves you. and then He marries Her, and everything is fine. and then it all falls apart completely. you at least had Him as your friend, your writing partner, the other half of you legally. and then he asks for a divorce. and the world ends. you don't have the band, you don't have Him, you don't have anything. you stay in bed all day, drinking, miserable. like a breakup, not just of the band.
eventually, your wife pulls you out of it. you survive. you start writing again. you write to him. you put two beetles fucking on the cover of your second album and he thinks a song you wrote about your wife's ex is about him (and maybe it is, a little) and he shoots right back. and you keep that up for a decade. writing to each other. seeing each other only in the news and in snatched moments together where nothing is the same as it was. you plead with him through your music: why do you hurt me so bad? call me, pretty baby. I'm waking up screaming over you. I can't tell you how I feel. you try and make things like they were, even a little, showing up to his house with your guitar like you're 15 again, but he sends you away. in all that time, he's basically gone to conversion therapy. he's with someone who makes disparaging remarks about his sexuality. for you, you've let yourself embrace being a bit campy, but you still can't bring yourself to be open about any of it. not with anyone but your wife.
and then you start talking again. you make up. things seem hopeful. it seems like he might still love you and he writes you a song about starting over with you. and then he's murdered. and it's senseless. it's so so senseless. and it's unfair. you lock yourself away for days listening to that song he wrote you. the media tears you apart for grieving wrong. they wish you died instead. they think you're cold. you never loved him, not like he loved you. you write a song, with tear marks on the page, telling him how much you DID love him. all the things you'd say to him if he were there with you. you write more songs about that, all centered around that theme. some of them you say are about him. others you don't. once, you say if anyone catches on you can just deny it. but he wrote you love songs too, apparently, for you, and you eventually record them with your old band
and the thing is, You are one of his widows. his name follows yours every time it leaves someone's mouth. he's all anyone ever talks about with you. he's all you want to talk about too. his legacy is your legacy. he's no longer here to tell people about his sexuality, he's no longer here to consent to everything that you were being told. he's not here. and how can you even begin to mention Your Own sexuality without bringing him up? you owe him more than outing him in death. you owe Her more than that too, because you were already cruel to her and so was the world. she's grieving just like you, you can't do that. your wife dies, and now you're her legacy too and you being queer would seem like a betrayal to her. your best friend dies, and now he's your legacy too. you aren't just you- you're Him, you're 1/2 of the living members of the most famous band to ever exist, you're Her, you're your dead wife
so when someone asks you about him. when someone asks you about being gay or calls him the love of your life. What Exactly Are You Supposed To Say?
I wouldn't say shit either
#this got so long I just have a lot of feelings about paul if. you couldn't tell.#this is all PURE speculation btw. it's just the way I feel it would go if. he were closeted and they were fucking#a if you give a mouse a cookie type ramble#mclennon
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Tagged by @bekkachaos @daffi-990 @wikiangela @buckstommy
Happy bi Buck canon everyone! And I'm so in love with bucktommy I'm officially going to write bucktommy fics without connection to buddie (still will write buddie fics, but bucktommy too). And first fic is here: Buck is enjoying first months of relationships and he will take his boyfriend to the madney wedding
He likes Tommy. He even starts to believe he loves him.
It’s too soon to say. But he is happy with the man. Tommy makes him feel safe and happy, wanted and cared, and Buck simply wants to embrace all those feelings and let them envelope his heart and keep him warm.
Tommy is warm. Tommy is something he never imagined meeting, but always missed while their lives took separate ways.
Tagging @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbegins @evanbuckleysarms @rainbow-nerdss @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @pirrusstuff @neverevan @saybiwithme @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @spagheddiediaz @devirnis @dangerpronebuddie @diazsdimples @fortheloveofbuddie @honestlydarkprincess @honestlyeddie-im-bi @hoodie-buck @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @bibuckbuckley @bigfootsmom @monsterrae1 @bewilderedbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @smilingbuckley @tizniz @bi-buckrights
#bucktommy#kinkley#tevan#tuck#tommy kinard#evan buckley#911#evan buck buckley#911 abc#my wips#fic: I want to dance with you tonight (and for the rest of my life)
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since i don’t have time to write fics for wlw week here are some wlw headcanons! @total-drama-wlw
(if i didn’t list a woman on here it’s not bc i necessarily headcanon her as straight and more that i don’t have a specific sexuality headcanon for her in general that fits this post)
beth - bisexual and i don’t think she realizes she also likes girls until in between tda and tdwt. something about her and lindsay’s trip to paris makes her realize she likes girls and she comes out to lindsay while they’re literally in jail and lindsay is the most supportive bestie ever. beth is also sometimes a lesbian to me. as a treat.
bridgette - if she had to label her sexuality she’d probably say bisexual but i think she prefers to not use a label and just vibe.
courtney - lesbian forever and ever in my heart 💜 don’t even get me started on her (affectionate)
gwen - bisexual who’s known she’s bisexual for a while and is very chill about it until she gets her first full blown crush on a girl and then she starts freaking out (not about being bisexual, she just doesn’t know how to handle a girl crush when she can barely handle a guy crush)
heather - lesbian but doesn’t realize it at first, just thinks she’s not into guys because she’s smarter and more strategic than all these other girls who are letting feelings get in the way of a million dollars
katie & sadie - started off very boy crazy but i think over time they were more into the idea of a relationship and a partner to obsess over than the boys themselves. but they’re not ready to come out to the other person because it will make them different so they both keep up the boy crazy act until finally they’re like… wait a minute we’re both lesbians and then they probably start dating each other or something. they give me the vibe of girls who were super into dan and phil and then realized they were more into the idea of having that kind of relationship with someone of the same gender than into guys. if that makes any sense.
sierra - not sure of her exact label but she’s a girl liker in at least one alternate universe
leshawna - probably a lesbian who isn’t quite ready to come out yet, still figuring herself out and experiencing occasional attraction to men which confuses her
eva - she’s a butch lesbian to me 💜
anne maria - bisexual and chill as hell about it
jo - butch lesbian who struggles to date because she has issues with femininity but she also views other butch women as competition. girlie has a lot she needs to work out
ella - either bisexual or comphet lesbian
jasmine - bisexual and i think also poly, she’d be down to date shawn and sammy at the same time
sammy - lesbian and in the closet because she doesn’t want amy to know and bully her (amy is also a lesbian but she’ll still bully sammy)
sky - also either bisexual or lesbian comphet
axel - ive seen her as a lesbian from day one (no im not projecting because she’s the td character who looks the most like me) but bisexual axel also intrigues me. truly depends on the situation
tdi emma - bisexual but everyone thinks she’s straight. after season two when they’ve become friends again, bowie finds out she’s bisexual and needs a day to recover from the shock
julia - bisexual but heavily prefers women, refuses to show emotional weakness and therefore doesn’t date anyone for a while
millie - lesbian who always gets crushes on straight girls so she never pursues them, very pessimistic about any crushes she does get
mk - lesbian but doesn’t want to date because love is lame
nichelle - lesbian who keeps her relationships private from the media not because she’s closeted but because she doesn’t want her love life plastered in tabloids
priya - my brain says bisexual but my heart says lesbian. my headcanons contain multitudes
rr emma - she’s either a lesbian or bisexual who is so much more attracted to men that she hesitates to label herself as bi. there’s literally no in between
jen - lesbian, she and tom are wlw/mlm solidarity, they are each others’ biggest hypemen when getting ready for dates
kitty - she’s either pan or aro and still figuring that out for herself. knows she is attracted to everyone equally but doesn’t know if the level of attraction is yes or no
the geniuses - that’s just a lesbian couple
the vegans - that’s a lesbian ex-couple who stayed friends but uh. that was maybe not the wisest choice
sanders - lesbian who is either dating macarthur or knows she deserves better. idk what macarthur’s deal is in the second scenario but she would be so protective of sanders if she got a girlfriend. immediately started imagining a fic where sanders and jo start dating and it creates this big rivalry between jo and macarthur that sanders has to deal with but that rivalry turns into a friendship which relieves sanders until she realizes that they two enable each other and now she’s like “idk if this is worse”
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ABOUT ME!
Hey, y'all! I'm Emi, my pronouns are she/they, and I'm bi. This is a safe space for everyone!!
I am in the Marauders, PJO, HP, RWRB, and HOO fandoms (former DSMP fan, would always love to discuss).
My fave musicians rn are Måneskin, Derivakat, and Conan Gray.
Fave painting is Gathering Storm bc not only does it have LORE, it's also just really pretty.
I AM A MINOR. DO NOT SEND WEIRD MESSAGES. ALSO, PLEASE DON'T SPAM MY INBOX WITH DONATION REQUESTS.
Sirius and Regulus and Remus kinnie!
I play the piano and paint, and I write things sometimes.
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Go ahead! Take a read!
^Writer Evan is stalked by murderer Barty. Chase ensues.
^Slytherin Sirius and Gryffindor Remus have an illicit relationship. Sirius's parents find out, and stuff hits the fan.
^(ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS, JULES IS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING RN) A longfic Jules and I are working on! updates every other Saturday. Gryffindor Regulus, no Peter exclusion, may actually increase update times bc I think it's too slow.
^A Ravenrock (Peter x Benjy) rivals to lovers fic, no Voldemort and also background Jily.
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Feel free to send me requests/prompts to put on my list. I promise everything will be worked on, just slowly.
And don't expect me to reply immediately! As stated above, I am a minor, meaning I have to go to school. Please be patient!
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MK1 BI-HAN X READER ~ feint ~
an: no wayy almost close to 100 notes in just a day of posting my first work in so long thanks so much everyone 🫶 in honour of this ill be posting a short drabble (lets see how long this really is after im done writing) anyways this work is inspired by THIS tiktok linked below vvv !! if u don't watch it u won't understand what prompted this fic so highly advise u watch this before u read
note: bi-han and reader are married in this story
also guys this story WILL be having bespectacled bi-han bc u can NOT tell me that man does not wear reading glasses when he gets older. i can totally see his vision getting worse and him having to begrudgingly resort to glasses to read documents and books .... i included a rough image of what that looks like (dont come for me im not an editor)
it was not often that you saw your husband battered from kombat. most days when he went out to spar or fight, there's be a few bruises and scratches here and there sure, but nothing that was so severe that you had to sit down and tend to his wounds. even if he did get injured, most of the time he patched himself up before you could lay eyes on him. it was a bright fall day at the lin kuei stronghold, with most of the ombre-braised leaves littering the ground of the courtyard. you had taken over as a mentor at the lin kuei, focusing on the academics of each initiate's journey to becoming a ninja (though it took a lot of convincing your dear old husband before he ever agreed to let you onboard).
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"c'mon, bi-han. you can't just train the initiates physically. they gotta be trained mentally too! you can't possibly think the only problems people face are the ones in front of them -- it's the ones that are in their heads that they gotta defeat too."
bi-han propped himself up against the headboard of your marital bed, his hair messy around his head with his feet outstretched in a relaxed manner (which was much too rare for the grandmaster). he had his reading glasses on and a lounge hanfu wrapped loosely around his body, skimming some documents. rather than entertaining your antics, he ignored you and continued to read the ledger in front of him. you groaned sheepishly, prompting bi-han to look up at you with a hint of annoyance, as you plopped yourself right beside him.
"it's a good idea and you know it.....you just won't admit it..," you playfully pouted. bi-han continued to skim through his document as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and your scalp, prompting a deep sigh from you.
"not a sustainable idea, (name)." you quickly got up and faced him, determined to make a point. "i can make it sustainable! you have to give me a chance to prove it though."
bi-han closed his reading and you could now see the glasses perched up on the plateau of his nose. he was older now and his cryomancy did no favours for his vision -- as he increased his use of snow, his vision degraded. it was you that gave him the nudge to rectify his vision but he didn't budge, said that his vision was fine. it took getting suckerpunched by a VERY apologetic initiate at close-range for him to finally realize that his vision was nowhere where it used to be and if he wanted to retain his position as grandmaster, changes were going to have to be made. you made sure to help pick out his glasses, choosing the frames and lens meticulously and helping him put them on. you could hardly control ur salivation looking at him try on reading glasses that made him look all sophisticated and scholarly. after much pushback, you both decided on a subtle and sleek pair that wouldn't garner too much foreign attention (spoiler alert: it absolutely did). the first few days that bi-han wore the glasses, everyone found it hard to pry their eyes away from him. tomas had to stifle his giggles out of fear that bi-han would strangle him, kuai couldn't help but tease him everytime he laid eyes on his glasses, and the younger initates mistakenly (accidentally? who knows) referred to him as "dad."
bi-han leans forward, his hair clinging to his face, leaning for a kiss but you put your hand between the two of yours' lips as a barrier.
"you get nothing unless you agree to my idea, grandmaster."
bi-han leaned back against the headboard, faced towards you. he took a few brief moments to speak before giving you a soft small smile and gazing at you cautiously with his mellow brown eyes.
"if that is what my wife wishes," he whispers lowly.
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you had given most of the initates a set of books that they were to have studied by the end of the year. this prompted a bunch of groans and boos from some of the students, seeing that they wanted to get to the 'ninja' side of things rather than slowly well-rounding all their skills. no one dared to personally say anything to you though, considering you were the grandmaster's wife and any complaint directed at you would be personally dealt with by the grandmaster himself (and it would not go well for the complainant).
you drew out an elaborate web of themes and concepts on the board in front of you.
"alright students, which one of you would like to tell me what this represents. how can we use it practically in our routine?," you say, pointing to one of the themes on the board. the room was pitch silent and you could hear a few yawns here and there.
"come on guys. i'm not doing this for myself, i'm doing this to help you guys out. the quicker you guys can answer this, the quicker we can get out of here," you say matter-of-factly. before you can continue on with your lesson, you hear people arguing and yelling outside. 2 of the initiates at the back of the room pry open the training room's doors ajar so they could take a look and listen to what was going on outside, but you didn't entertain this at all. yelling, fighting, whatever it may be, it was a stronghold, of course it would be common.
"hey. there is nothing going on outside that you need to be familiar with more than what we have in here. pay attention to the lesson please!" you exclaimed with an exasperated expression. the initiates nodded their head and let out a meager "sorry ma'am" for their inconvenience.
"now, everyone. as i was saying, wh-" before you could finish your sentence, the doors to the training room were thrown open. you could probably punch a whole through the wall with all the anger you were feeling. who the hell decided this time that it was a good idea to interrupt you?
"(name), ma'am, the grandmaster is injured and i think you should take a look at him," one of the initiates breathlessly whispers. it's clear that he ran all this way to get your attention.
"what?! oh my god......is his condition stable right now? is he doing okay? where is he?" you exclaimed.
the initiate gestured you to follow him and you agreed.
"alright students, just a mere diversion but by the time i get back, you all better be done the next chapter because i'm gonna grill you on it!" you proclaimed as you zoomed down the stronghold's corridors. when you finally made it to the room bi-han was in, you walked in to see kuai, tomas, sektor, and cyrax crowded by his bed in the infirmary.
"bi-han...." you whispered quietly as your eyes went wide. your husband was laying in the bed, resting like a mummy. bandages curtained his chest, arms, and forehead. his face was stressed -- he was asleep and yet a frown graced his face indicating that he was conscious but unaware of his surroundings. your first instinct was to push past sektor and sit down beside bi-han on the chair. kuai had intentionally left the seat empty so that you could comfort bi-han.
"how the hell did this happen kuai?" you asked, furiously. kuai grimaced at your expression.
"don't blame this on me, (name). he's your husband. you know he takes too much on himself and then ends up all injured."
you looked at the physician who had just finished cleaning up your husband's wounds in desperation, wondering what the hell even happened.
"he's alright. i've patched up any severe wounds and stuck him to an IV. you'll have to nurse him for the next few days though." the bespectacled physician prompted, pushing his glasses to the ridge of his nose.
you chuckled, putting your hands on your bandaged husband's chest, caressing him. "nurse him? what is he, a baby? you said he should be fine."
the physician prepares for a response before bi-han stirs awake. you smile at him as you await him to fully regain consciousness.
"huh....who is....wha..." bi-han murmurs as his eyes adjust to the natural lighting of the infimary.
"bi-han....you're awake! i'm glad." you smile brightly, as your hands move up and down his treated chest. bi-han glances between your hands on his upper body and you, before letting out a loud groan and plopping his head back on his pillow.
"don't."
you look at him confused. "what?"
"i have a wife......she'll kill you if she finds out you've laid your hands on me," he says sternly with his hoarse voice.
you get up from your seat and lean in closer to him with a big smile shone across your face, a light blush spread across your cheeks. you found it adorable that even in such a horrible condition, your husband was loyal to you and you only. kuai looks confused at bi-han, wondering if dementia has caught up to him after all these years while tomas lets out a small chuckle at what his grandmaster was saying knowing that bi-han is too weak to really do or say anything to him.
"i am your wife, my love."
bi-han looks back at you with a neutral expression on his face and you can see his face shift into surprise, then pure flush. you stand there beautifully over him with the hair moved from your face, your scent lingering over him. there is a perfect mix of concern and amusement engraved into your expression, much to bi-han's arousal. a heavy blush creeps onto his face, unlike one you've seen before, and the monitor regulating his heartbeats goes off the charts. it's evident that bi-han's heartrate has boosted EXPONENTIALLY.
"well i'll be damned. our grandmaster might just have a crush on someone." cyrax states. you and the rest of the ninjas turn around and look to cyrax, chuckling but bi-han's gaze remains on you. it's almost as though he is in awe that he married someone like you.
"clear the room," you demand authoritatively. the ninjas and the physician bow their head and comply with your demand, leaving you and your husband alone in the emptiness of the infirmary.
"do you need more heat? are you doing okay my love?" you ask as you get closer to your husband. he looks at you carefully before speaking again.
"perhaps....a little more heat." you smile and obey, grabbing a few candles from the cupboard in the corner of the room and bringing it closer to him. bi-han props himself up against his pillow and disregards everything you're doing just to stare at you. it puts a bit of pressure on you and you get nervous. even if he was on litres of morphine, he was still a LITTLE intimidating. he grabs your forearm gently and starts to bring you close.
"i meant in perhaps a different manner....."
you entertain him.
"i'll let your wife know that you desire to engage in intimate relations with me," you smirk bringing yourself closer to him. he leans back and looks at you in pure confusion and a hint of disgust.
"but i t-"
you ignore his protests and put your lips on his, murmuring "joke, my love" into his mouth as he kisses you back passionately. the morphine was doing its job and bi-han was entranced by the passion. you could get used to your husband being all submissive like this for you for a while now.
#sub zero x reader#mk sub zero#sub zero#bi han x y/n#bi han x reader#bi han#bi han sub zero#mk1 bi han#mk1#mk1 x reader#mk1 2023
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Adam's birthday fic rec palooza!
hi! i didn't do anything for the Adam's birthday bc adulthood, but here's a short list of some adam centric fics that i've loved and bookmarked along the years. I chose oneshots for this, maybe i'll do another fic rec in another time. I'm doing this at work so let me know if the links are wonkyyy
things fall apart, the centre cannot hold by basicallymonsters
Adam's perspective throughout Mister Impossible, as his worry reaches a fever pitch, and the two versions of himself begin to converge.
I love everything this author has ever written, and this is my beloved forever, this adam pov is canon for me. It's angst and sad and so good
don't want no other shade of blue but you by the lace
It didn’t help his mood that they seemed to be taking all their cues straight from a bad how to help a friend who’s going through a breakup wikiHow article; breakup playlists he wouldn’t listen to, invitations to movie nights he hadn’t taken them up on, a bottle of Prosecco he had given to a girl who lived down the hall from him… And now they had decided to try setting him up on dates, apparently.
This oooone, im obssesed. adam tries to date after ronan ghosts him but at the end he's still a water sign you know
Mile Markers by escribo
All Adam needs is one signature on his application to Aglionby. That should be pretty simple, right?
Lovelove precanon fics, this is ppl telling adam no, and him going watch me💕
Wringing Out the Hours by quietcoast
Adam leaves for college, and realizes he has no idea what comes next.
Adam figuring it out what he wants!! this was posted very early post trk and before tdt even was a thing, but I love going back to this fics and see everyone's interpretation of how adam deals with the Future tm
Hold on by momebie (katilara)
(The one where Adam gets a tattoo and there's a lot of dialogue and feelings and dialogue about feelings.)
I think this one doesn't need more explanation, he gets a tattoo!!! Read it!! It's soft and he's free and he gets a tattoo!!
suppose you're in a meadow by deathlessaphrodite
Adam’s first love was a dirtbag fry cook working at the Waffle Inn on the outskirts of Henrietta, where Adam had journeyed every other night, on his bike, the summer he turned seventeen.
Like I said i looove precanon fics, this one is baby bi adam backstory, enough said
being witnessed in the act of wanting something by deathlessaphrodite
'Guilty' is such a childish word, Adam thinks; he associates it more with the church than the law, now.
Ok this one is sad too but I still love it very much, missing scenes are also one of my favorite fandom tropes:^)
And finally, finishing with some good tumblr drabbles💕
This drabble of adam buying flowers for ronan 💕
This drabble of adam making out with aglionby boys hehe
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guys im having this bad thought rn with mommy karina frm aespa 😭, but like
You being so embarrassed to hold hands in public, or even hug in public as girlfriends because you didn't want anyone to know you were gay/bi. karina had enough of it one day and she held your hand like it was nothing 🤷♀️ . you kept signaling her "no no here." but she still wouldnt listen. she kept doing the things you never wanted in public so you would push her away, but little did you know every time you would do that it would send her on edge. A second later on the subway home you guys were in the corner of the subway where no one could see what you guys were doing, she slipped her hand under ur skirt and started to fuck your clothed cunt right there telling you to take it:(
after a few minutes later she slipped her hand into your underwear and actually started fingering you fr. "b-but what if we get caught?", "I don't care if we do, you deserve the humiliation anyways."
she would speed up her movements every now and then having you let out small whimpers but you really tried to be quiet because you didnt want anyone to stare at you guys. you were so close to cumming oh em gee.
as soon as you did, you let out a loud moan that spread throughout the whole train which lead everyones eyes to you. omg poor y/n fr because along w/ that loud moan, it came with you rolling your eyes back causing even more stares. all karina could do is laugh at you because of how she could finally put you in your place after not being able to let everyone know that you were hers in public.
on the way out of the train your underwear was soaked and everyone went off the subway still giving you both weird ass stares.
"rina! that was so embarrassing why the fuck did you make me do that shit on the subway!"
"still didn't get put in your place huh?" and as soon as you guys got home another 10 rounds of punishments bro&!(#
bonus points next time you guys went out she would put a small vibrator into you, having the controller on her at all times and whenever you had to speak to someone or had to sit down she would turn it up leaving you all embarrassed again.
omg bye I wanna turn this into a fic now.
#kaylas thoughts#fypシ#aespa smut#aespa karina smut#aespa karina#karina smut#aespa#wlw smut#karina aespa#yoo jimin#smut#lesbian#aespa x reader#aespa x fem reader#karina aespa smut#kpop smut
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monbisou's mlb fic rec!! mlb fics recced by monbisou(me)!!
okay let’s get crackin!!
There’s Something About Marinette by ThoughtWarfare
im telling you this fic is so funny and honestly kind of the reason i got pulled back into ml fandom after thinking i’d finally moved on with my life. ever since i read this, marinette x ladybug has been my otp.
Girls Talk Boys by LNC
the core four and adrienette being oh so charming. to be honest, i would recommend everything and anything by LNC, this just happens to be my most recent read.
golden (like daylight) by okayanna
in my mind everyone has already read this because it’s so perfect and classic and lovely. also, well written! adrien is so well characterized. what else can i say. ummm 10/10.
Who Kissed Dupain-Cheng by Ridiculosity
sometimes i think about the marichat dynamic in this fic. actually, who am i kidding. i think about it all the time. constantly. i’m obsessed with the marichat dynamic in this fic.
Friends by meeble
short and sweet and deadly. god i love adrienette.
final girl by picayunewrites
could i do a fic rec and not mention final girl? could any honest marichat lover stay silent in the face of the work that is final girl? i recommend this. i recommend it so so hard.
comfort food by Reiaji
marinette cooks for adrien. marinette teaches adrien how to cook. marinette loves adrien. she loves him.
Trying to Get Bi by breeelis
adrien is ladybugs celebrity crush. is he your celebrity crush chat noir?
bon voyage by gentlefist
set more recently in canon! adrien and marinette are dating! they are dating one another! “dang it!” says chat noir.
Mr Perfect Disguise by caprisuns(marimbles)
ladybug wearing a very big floppy hat. adrien agreste wearing slides. romance!
baker “enemies” comic by buggachat
okay, you’re on tumblr, you’re a ml fan. i’m sure you’ve read or at least heard about buggachats comic. i think my favorite thing about buggachat is their portrayal of the core four. or maybe it’s their adrien? maybe it’s their ladynoir. i love buggachat so much.
oeuf ouch owie by miraculousumflower (ominousunflower)
hahahahahahahahahaha:):))
daydream by a_miiraculer and clairelutra
marinette and adrien are so so into eachother. also, he’s figuring out who ladybug is.
But All I’m Seeing Is You by chealseababylove
for a while i was like, “idk man i’m not sure i’m a ladrien type of guy” but that was before i read but all i’m seeing is you by chelseababylove.
The Dating App by leadernovaandthemacabre
chat noir and marinette. marinette and chat noir. they text eachother and analyze eachother from different angles. ps! a lot of sexy talk! for those who are opposed!
for the record by peachcitt
adrien and marinette set the dating record straight! as friends!!!! prpr
telepathy by thelibraryloser
sometimes you just want a good reveal fic. this one is really good.
A Partir De
something i’ve noticed in ladrien fics so far? a lot of very silly disguises. i’m talking extremely silly.
Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles
poodles you cook my metaphorical noodles. also, this fic is wondrous.
and that’s it!! for now!!! more coming soon i suspect but then again, who knows?
#wow this turned out very long#anyway#realizing that maybe this is a little marichat heavy?#and ladrien?#not a lot of ladynoir#jeez monbisou#cmon man#fic rec#fanfiction reccomendations#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#adrienette#ladrien#marichat#ladynoir#<3
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