#it's a full-fledged fic basically

[crguang]

this jane doe thing wouldn’t leave my mind so here it is

when making out with jane in a dark alley at midnight is a regular occurrence but that’s the only time you ever see her because she refuses to cross the imaginary line she’s drawn that would put the both of you in deep, deep trouble

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“What’s a pretty one like you doing out here at such a late hour?”

Jane presses you up against the wall with a playful smirk and effortlessly corners you to the dark, cramped space of the narrow alley near Random Play, the video store where you usually can be seen wandering around after sunset. She takes up all the room in your personal bubble with her chest flushed to yours and her nimble fingers firmly gripping your wrist, pinned to the rough brick wall like the rest of you. Her tail teasingly slithers up your torso, brushes over your collarbones then wraps around your other wrist to completely incapacitate you. You’re at her mercy, a prey caught in the palms of deft hands, and she is everywhere; caging you in, her presence is anything but as oppressive as it should be because those clear blue eyes are taking you in with obvious delight, quickly flitting over your facial features before settling on your parted lips, the remnants of your surprise.

It’s just a little over midnight, the streetlights don’t fully reach the place you both find yourselves in and so you can only see some parts of Jane’s body pressed close to you. The darkness does nothing to dim the life in her eyes, however. They glimmer with satisfaction at the compromising position you both find yourselves in and your total lack of struggle against your restraints.

“Clearing my mind with a walk,” you easily answer her previous question with a half-truth that she catches on immediately, if her widening smirk is anything to go by.

Two manicured fingers tilt your chin upward to meet her gaze. With her platform boots on, she towers slightly over you and doesn’t shy away from using her height as a weapon to corner you into submission. Jane doesn’t do things directly, never really tells you what to do, she simply takes away all of your options until the only one left is what benefits her most.

“Oh, really?” She plays along with your white lie and lightly drags a sharp nail across the underside of your chin. “There must be quite a lot in that cute head of yours to wander the streets at midnight.”

You smile. “Just you.”

The corners of Jane’s eyes crinkle with pleasure at your blatant flirting.

“Besides,” you continue, “this neighborhood’s pretty safe.”

“You sure?” Jane moves even closer to you, her warm breath just barely grazing the skin of your cheek. Some strands of dark hair caress your face as she leans in until her painted lips brush your earlobe with every spoken syllable, and her voice lowers to a sultry, confident purr. “After all… I’m right here. And I happen to have caught a helpless little bird.”

Her tail suddenly tightens around your wrist while the tip leisurely traces the life line of your palm. An air of cold danger laces her otherwise vague words, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise in response. Her tongue swiftly wets her upper lip. You’re brusquely reminded of all that you don’t know about her, the missing puzzle pieces that could complete your portrait of Jane Doe— this enticing mirage who disperses into the wind when approached too closely. But for all her mysteries, the woman before you is made up of little quirks and preferences unique only to her, and those are enough for your desire to know more to simmer hotly in the pits of your belly.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, Jane?”

You both know that’s a question you can answer yourself. Jane’s airy laughter tickles your ear. She leans back to look at you, purposely grazing your cheek in a feather-light kiss as she does.

“And risk ruining this pretty face? C’mon, I would never.” Her forefinger runs down the column of your neck, its nail against your throat, and it stops above your hammering pulse. “Don’t believe me? Your heart’s racing… I can smell it on you, you know.”

As if to illustrate her point, her head dips to the crook of your neck and her nose presses close to your skin. Your breath hitches, your head tilting to the side almost unconsciously to give her better access to your body. Jane makes a show of inhaling long and slow, filling her lungs with the scent of you, then she releases it all in a warm exhalation over your pulse point. Your stomach clenches pleasantly at the sensation.

“Oh, maybe I’m mistaken,” the tip of her nose slowly travels to the junction between your shoulder and neck, each word spoken directly into your skin, “it’s not fear, but something much more intoxicating…”

She inhales a second time, quieter, and breathes out in a manner she means composed but that is underlined with the one trait she refuses to show you.

“And what’s that?”

In an instant too quick to compute, Jane’s lips are brushing yours with her next reply and the blazing heat of her stare fans the desire within your veins. “Something you probably shouldn’t feel for someone like me.”

“Why not?”

You think there’s a hint of something wry and cloudy in the sky of her eyes, past the playfulness and self-assurance. “Might not end well for you.”

“Already thinking about the end? I thought we were having fun.”

“Everything’s fun until you get cut.”

A warning that you readily ignore. You lean impossibly closer, sharing her breath for a suspended moment, and capture her parted lips in a gentle kiss. It’s soft and chaste, lasts only a second, and you’re pulling away before she can reciprocate.

“I don’t mind playing with knives,” you murmur into her mouth.

“…Foolish,” Jane smiles. Her tongue darts out to swipe over your bottom lip to the corner of your mouth, putting a name to the sweetness she briefly caught a taste of in your kiss. “You shouldn’t eat chocolate so late at night. It’s bad for your teeth.”

You let her change the subject, pretending to buy her deflection. “Says the one whose entire diet consists of instant noodles and energy bars.”

“Heh, touché. I never claimed to be an example to follow.”

“I’ll follow you anyway.”

The charged words leave you automatically but you stand your ground, unblinking. Jane’s reaction comes a few seconds too late for it to be fully genuine; her pupils constrict in a flash, her smile briefly wavers at the left corner, and her tail grips you tighter for just a second— then her eyelids droop flirtatiously and she’s chuckling in amusement, her free hand cupping your cheek. She strokes it using her thumb, right over the dark eye bags etched on your skin.

“Are you trying to get into my pants? Right here in this dark, cramped alleyway? How naughty~”

If she notices your dampening enthusiasm, she says nothing. It’s hidden behind your irises, a light flickering shut like something she can’t take back, and she feels some genuine part of you slipping through her fingers. It’s too bad, it’s what she likes most about you. And if that does anything to her, she doesn’t show it. Jane clings onto what is left, this game of knowing cat and willing mouse you’ve been playing for months now, and does what she’s good at: meaningless seduction.

“Careful what you wish for, pretty bird…” she mutters, “I just might give you what you want.”

She steals your next reply with a firm, insistent kiss. Her lips meld with yours and she swallows the muffled sound of surprise that escapes you, her body now completely flush to yours. You’re trapped between her soft form and rough brick, her callused fingers over your pulse, her tail absentmindedly caressing the skin of your wrist and the lines of your palm. The tip traces the short bones of your fingers, one by one, while Jane kisses your lips as if they hold answers she’s afraid to hear but long to anyway. Her fingertips tentatively slide upward, over your palm and between your own until your fingers are laced together against the wall. She exhales into your mouth and her breath is yours, it sits on your lungs like something precious before you give it back to her just as readily. Her tongue runs across the seam of your lips then eagerly pushes past them to swirl around yours. You chase the invading muscle for some time, neither of you caring for the telltale sounds of locked lips the breeze carries into the deserted alley. Heat rushes to your chest and spreads to your guts in such a pleasant, familiar way you can’t help the faint moan that tumbles from your mouth directly into hers.

“Already… mmh… making those cute sounds for me?”

Jane means to tease but can barely pull away from you long enough to utter this sentence. You can’t respond even if you wanted to, she’s unrelenting in her assault and fills each of your senses with her presence. She’s impossible to ignore and would be even more difficult to escape were you not exactly where you want to be.

“Mnh, ah,” you pant hotly between kisses, “relax… m’not going anywhere…”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.”

You barely contain a squeak when her strong hands lift you up by the thighs and hold you pinned to the wall, her grip tight. Your legs close around her waist and you’re finally free to link your arms around her neck to bring her infinitely closer. Jane tilts her chin and parts her lips wider, capturing your lips once more. Her kisses are deep and urgent like she’s running out of time or indulging in a treat she rarely gets to taste. Her tail brushes your shoulder, your cheek, your nape; it never strays far from you. You roll your hips, seeking relief from the growing throb between your thighs, and Jane smirks against your mouth.

“Need something?” Her kisses move to your jaw and down to the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin with sharp teeth and leaving her mark near your racing pulse.

“Yes,” you reply breathily and cup both of her cheeks to pull her in another kiss. “Need you.”

“Ooh… say that again.”

Lust clouds your minds and you both forget yourselves for a moment that seems to stretch on for an hour, in a back alley of a narrow street darkened by the midnight hour. Jane kisses you and you return each one with simmering passion you’re unable to express with words in fear she scurries away somewhere you can’t follow. Your body is warm despite the cool air and greedily seeks more of her firm touch, your hips grinding into her for the sweet friction it provides. Jane squeezes the back of your thighs and lets out a low moan against you.

“Hah… Jane…”

Just like that, her name on your tongue— so tender and needy— is a harsh return to reality. Jane withdraws from your lips, mouth wet and open, chest heaving, and you’re too slow to see the flash of panic in her hazy gaze as she lets go of your thighs and forces you to stand once more. Her eyes flit to the side and back to you like a cornered animal desperate for an exit, and she takes a step back while clearing her throat. The sudden loss of contact makes you blink rapidly. You lick the corner of your mouth where some of her saliva has gathered, your mind lost in a fog of confusion and desire.

“Um, are you okay?” You ask uncertainly, not knowing what to do with your hands now that she’s rejected you so brusquely. You wipe your palms on your thighs.

Jane adjusts her jacket and runs her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, of course.”

She seems to regain her composure quicker than you, a smug smile gracing her lips as she meets your gaze. Her skin is hot, her cheeks flushed, but she stands straight and confident while you’re still blinking the confusion out of your eyes. The air between you is made awkward in record time with your silence and her refusal to explain herself truthfully. She walks towards you and casually brushes some hair out of your face, her familiar flirtatious tone back in her voice.

“You’re a mess,” she smirks, fingers trailing down the side of your face to lift your chin up, “and just after a few kisses too. I wonder how you’d look if I touched you properly…”

You’re getting whiplash from her hot-and-cold behavior, but you manage a reply, “Come over and find out.”

Jane clicks her tongue. “Sorry, I still have some stuff to take care of. But I’d feel bad if I didn’t at least walk you home, it’s pretty late. Don’t want you roaming outside on your own.”

“Oh.” You slowly push her hand away and she lets it fall to her side then stuffs them both in her front pockets. “That’s not necessary. I don’t live far from here.”

She simply regards you for a moment, and you can just glimpse the reflective sheen of the walls she puts up around herself before she shrugs lightly and it disappears into the wind.

“If you say so.”

She usually insists until you cave in and quietly walk side by side down Sixth Street, the breeze in her hair and your eyes to the distant sky. This time though, she lets you off the hook without a fuss. Your chest feels heavy and you don’t dare to look at her, focusing on a discarded candy bar wrapper lying on the ground. Jane doesn’t let the tension reach a boiling point, she sighs contentedly and turns her back on you.

“I’ll see you around, then, pretty bird.”

She makes a farewell gesture with her index and middle finger and walks in the opposite direction of where you’re heading. Your hand curls into a fist. The rejection hurts even after you’ve told yourself this is simply how Jane is, the fondness that belies her teasing words doesn’t mean a thing, and neither does the vague sense of longing you sometimes can feel in her kisses. She’s Jane Doe, the closer you get, the less she gives. Clinging onto the person you catch fleeting glimpses of behind her carefully crafted mask is both pointless and ridiculous, you know that. And yet…

You’re too engrossed in your thoughts as you make your way back to notice the sharp eyes tailing you from a safe distance the entire walk home. When you shut the front door behind you and flick open the light in the entryway, Jane crosses her arms and leans on a nearby building, eyes glued to the warm glow of your transom window.

[livwritesstuff]

i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and it’s been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.

He’d spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, he’d be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, “I really didn’t mean any trouble,” and he’s home free.

It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddie’s make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddie’s not all that worried. In fact, he’s got a pretty good amount of faith in Steve’s ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, “Yes Chief, sorry Chief, it won’t happen again Chief.”

So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, “Hey, morons! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, “What’s it to you?”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

“Steve,” he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before.

“What’s it to me?” Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, “It’s midnight. I’m on patrol. You’ve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiot–” Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didn’t think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, he’s missing something here), “–who’s been dragged into my station more times than I could count.”

“The town line, Hop, is over there,” Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hop’s shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, “We’re not even in Hawkins anymore. You’re totally out of your jurisdiction.”

“You wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?” Hopper asks, “If my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.”

“Wow,” Steve deadpans, “Way to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.”

Hopper’s jaw twitches for a second, and he’s clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steve’s credit, looks like he’s got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.

“If you’re not home by one there’s gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?” Hopper yells, “One AM. Hell to pay.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Totally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.”

Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before he’s gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.

“God, he’s so annoying. Let’s just go to my house.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopper’s car had just been.

“Wha– you mean with Hop?”

“Uh, yeah?!?”

Steve just brushed him off, “Whatever, just ignore him. He’s basically my dad.”

“What?”

EDIT: read the expanded fic on AO3 :)

[hannieehaee]

HOW SWEET (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: after years of an unspoken fight between you and your self-proclaimed enemy, you find yourself forced to work with your life-long rival, kim mingyu, as your father offers him a position at the family bakery. with such forced proximity and endless arguments, how are you supposed to cater to your duties when mingyu's presence brings so much tension to the kitchen?

content: baker!mingyu, enemies to lovers, pining, one sided crush that becomes two sided!, afab reader, smut, teasing, semi public sex (its done in a public establishment but no one is there), breast play, food play (frosting on tits basically), fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 1.2k (teaser); 8.4k (full fic)

RELEASE DATE: december 20th

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a/n: i dont think ive ever actually done enemies to lovers so i hope i did the trope justice!!

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Twelve years.

Twelve years dedicating yourself to your craft, attending summer camps, taking elective classes, paying for extracurricular classes, working summers at your dad's place, making all effort known to man, yet this is how it all ended.

Maybe claiming this to be the end was slightly dramatic, but that's how it felt at the moment. As you stared up at your dad and the excuse of a man standing next to him, far too cocky for you to allow your anger yo subside.

Today had been an average day. Throughout your life, you were content to admit that most of your days could be categorized as good, especially after years of having found comfortable employment at your father's renown bakery soon after high school (thank you nepotism). Attending culinary school whilst managing a part-time job at your dad's place had been anything but difficult. It was quite an easy and enjoyable job, one in which you could proudly say you'd had the chance to grow up in.

Your father had owned the place since before you could even walk, building it up to become a favorite in your city. Business was always booming, and it just so happened to fulfill your passion for baking — one which your dad had obviously passed down to you, but you weren't complaining. You occasionally took up shifts during high school, only becoming a full-fledged part-time employee during university, recently graduating and upgrading to full time. Life was good and steady.

So, it was fair to say that most of your days were good.

However, there was the occasional day that was ruined by the mere presence of a particular individual.

You hadn't meant to dislike him as much as you did. Anyone who knew you could vow for your likable personality and charismatic demeanor, meaning it was difficult for you to bump heads with people (at least most of the time). But there was just one particular person who made your blood boil from the day you met him. It had been so long ago, you couldn't date back the moment — nor the instance — in which your dislike had begun brewing. Fortunately, the dislike was completely mutual. You didn't have to feel like an asshole for scowling at the man any time you saw him, because you were usually met by a mirror of your expression or an annoyingly frustrating smirk — similar to in this moment.

The frustrating man in question was none other than Kim Mingyu, the resident heartthrob and well known for his passion and talent for baking. Hatred for the insufferable man aside, his abilities as a baker, and chef in general, could not be denied. The mere implication of praise made you gag, but you liked to think you were mature enough to admit talent when you saw it. This was something you'd never verbalize, however, knowing the man to also be one of the cockiest people you'd ever met.

There were a myriad of reasons as to why your current predicament ruined not only your day, but likely many upcoming ones. The main reason could be boiled down to the smile on Mingyu's face as he stood to your father's side. The cockiness emitting from him was enough to get your blood boiling and to create a carnal desire within you to beat him to a pulp.

The reason for his smile, however, was what truly took the cake.

Within the past moments in which you'd been processing your father's words, you remained silent and stagnant before them, leading your father to repeat the cursed sentence once more.

"Mingyu's going to be working with us from now on," he'd said with an innocent smile on his face, unknowing of your feud with the man in question.

Everything had come crashing down in that moment, but any more silence from you would mean Mingyu won this round, which was something you simply could not have — even under these circumstances.

Shaking all the anger and hateful memories from your head, you straightened your back and morphed a smile onto your face, one good enough for your dad to buy and for Mingyu to be unable to judge. Your hand extended as a courtesy, offering itself to Mingyu as a form of welcome, something which your father likely expected from you.

"In that case, welcome to the team," you spoke for the first time, sweetly enough to grant you a satisfied smile from your father. The poor man was blissfully unaware of your dislike for Mingyu, so no blame really fell on him for his blind decision.

Grasping your hand in his larger one, Mingyu shook hands with you, satisfied smile still on his face, "Looking forward to working with you," he said, far too content for you to not want to take him out back and-

"I know you kids already know each other from back when you were in school, so it should be easy for you to show him the ropes, right, kid?", asked your dad, interrupting your violent thoughts.

Your head whipped to him, "Show him the ropes?"

"Yeah. I was thinking you could train him? He's already an amazing baker, but maybe he should shadow you for a few weeks. You know, just in case," your father clarified.

Mingyu's close-lipped grin grew wider somehow, almost as if the knowledge of your discomfort at being around him overpowered his own dislike of your presence.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, dad," you found yourself agreeing against your will.

Your dad clapped his hands once in satisfaction, then proceeding to patting your back in encouragement as he tended to do.

"Thanks, kid. Well, I'll leave you two to it," he then turned to Mingyu, "Welcome to the team, son. Y/N here will show you where you can get your apron and give you a general overview of the place before your first day tomorrow," and with that, he made his exit.

Behind, he left a fuming you and an overly pleased Mingyu. Silence filled the room for a few moments until you found it vital to curse out the infuriating boy in front of you.

But, as per usual, he beat you to it.

"Happy to see me, cupcake?"

God damnit. You forgot about the annoying nicknames he'd insisted on calling you by since meeting back in high school.

Cupcake, baby, sweetheart, sweetiepie, babe, honey, darling. And these were the more tame ones. You did not want to think about the instances in which he'd called you hot stuff or sexy in public. They'd led to public displays of aggression you weren't exactly proud of.

"I thought you were studying culinary abroad. What happened? Got yourself kicked out?," you grumbled, walking over to the back of the restaurant with him following close by.

"Nope. Just decided my expertise could be used back home. And clearly since you seem to be the best they got around here."

It was as if he was allergic to not bugging the shit out of you.

You turned to face him, blinking harshly at the unexpected proximity before taking a step back and responding to his smirk with a frown, "Listen, Mingyu. You heard my dad. I'm in charge of you. If you disregard my authority, I won't hesitate to send your ass running. Do you understand?"

This made his grin grow bigger for some reason. Knowing he was getting under your skin was great for his entertainment.

"Yes, ma'am," he bit his lip in amusement.

...

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[kawaiikenna]

Just love when I visit previous posts to find the absolute chaos it has evolved into. ☺️💜💜 Anyways, I had this little scene pop into my head and I absolutely love it. ÒwÓ

Danny gets kidnapped. Whether it’s by force or choice idk. But this little chaos gremlin is going to have so much fun. So there he is, tied to a chair, at least two kidnappers staring him down each with a gun that could definitely be trained on him. He knows the bullets won’t kill him but he doesn’t feel like regenerating complicated organs and such. So instead Danny talks.

He talks and talks and talks. He talks about everything and anything except for what the kidnappers want to hear. Danny tells them about some daring cappers from his life on the streets. Maybe a few tales of escaping various bats. And to top it all off he delves deep into their psyche compliments of all the psych evals that Jazz went through.

By the end these kidnappers are ready to choke someone out. It might definitely be themselves they would like to do that to but eh, not Danny’s problem. Now that he’s worn down his captors he can put his plan into motion. In a few quick actions, Danny is out of his bindings and vaulting across the room towards the door. The two that were watching him don’t have enough time to react so they’re shoved aside and locked in the room when Danny shuts the door.

Now’s the fun part. ÒwÓ

By this point the bats have already figured out that Danny is missing. They’re probably on their way at the moment. This does nothing to control the chaotic energy demon that is a tiny Danny without a somewhat responsible adult. He quickly makes a flamethrower from random bits and bobs that he finds in the warehouse. It may have exploded a little at first because one of the kidnappers interrupted him as he was putting it all together but he was wearing safety protection so it’s fine. Even if the safety protection was a pair of old swim goggles and a pair of mismatched rubber dish gloves.

Now the whole of the warehouse has been set on fire at least once. There are burn and scorch marks on just about every surface possible. The group of kidnappers are brandishing fire extinguishers, their eyes hold untold horrors from the last hour.

The bats have arrived at the scene! Only to be welcomed by the sight of a smoking and smoldering warehouse and goons shouting out sightings following by screaming and the sounds of fire extinguishers. What happened? What is currently happening?

They get their answers when they’re finally able to break into the warehouse. All of the doors and exits had been locked, blocked, and reinforced so that, ideally, no one could get in or out. And oh the sight they found. It was almost as if Dante’s Inferno had come to the mortal plane. In the middle of it was of course, Mister Danny himself. When he catches sight of his dad, and the rest of the bats, he grins and takes off his goggles, resting them on his forehead. Black soot covers his entire face other than where the goggles had been initially.

“Hi dad!” Danny calls from his perch on top of an amalgamation of crates and furniture.

“Hey buddy!” Jason as Hood responds. “What are you doing?”

Danny grins wider before launching more flames at a goon that had tried to climb up the pile to get to him. “ARSON!!”

“Alright buddy.” Jason smiles under his mask.

One of the goons stumbles over to the group of bats. “Please, PLEASE, just take him! I don’t know how he did it but please just get him out of here!”

(I’m running out of steam so here’s a clunky conclusion)

Jason is able to talk Danny into coming home for dinner. They might go to the Manor just cause Jason doesn’t have extra oxygen tanks at their apartment to counteract all of the smoke Danny had definitely breathed.

When questioned about why the hell danny made a flamethrower and didn’t just escape he responds;

“ARSON! Arson fixes everything!!”

Let’s just say that Danny’s hodgepodge flamethrower was confiscated much to his chagrin. But Alfred’s cookies were good so he’ll let it slide. For now.

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

[hyperactively-me]

king!ghost x princess!reader au

this brainrot has taken over my head the past few days. i'm not sure if i want to keep it to blurbs or if it will turn into a full-fledged fic......i'll see what i feel like doing soon. anyway, this post will be the masterlist for this au of mine cause i already have a few blurbs and headcanons in the drafts tee hee. i appreciate any interaction / feedback

A/N: so originally i was going to keep this to blurbs, but the whole thing gained quite a bit of popularity! so therefore, laid before you, is about 100k+ words written! have fun reading!

(BEST READ IN ORDER)

one two meeting proposal knife journey questions massage harsh contact introductions three the wedding the reception bedtime four names sword fighting slip up lessons sick knight!soap boat almost learning, growing exploratory go again distracted suspicious hand to hand, man to woman watching punch wishes hair jealousy, jealousy general vows reading anger more jealousy attack ball nightmare jousting knife explained archery forest's edge war separation duties taken home (pt 1) home (pt 2) taken (simon's pov) safety measures it's always dinner uncle and aunt

you decide (basically, you can choose if you view this as canon or not lol) tbd

extras (these occur at no particular point in time unlike the works above ^^, so these can be read as standalone. they are also canon.) puppy love upside down poison eavesdropping staring problem oddball beach episode

non-canon alternate ending to 'anger' what if you never learned to love him like you've seen a ghost

fun little extra: meme for 'taken'

[uhhhj13iguess]

rick sanchez x reader blurb (gn)

okay i fear i've rewatched rick and morty like five times now and I've gotten a little too into rick sanchez fics. sue me.

this isn't written out in a full-on story format, it's too humbling to write a fully-fledged story with proper grammar and plot development about fucking rick and morty, okay, so you get bullet point blurbs

summary: you're a family friend and space beth brings you home for the holidays. you've heard across the multiverse about the asshole known as rick sanchez, but for some reason he's... different with you?

wc: ~1.6k

✮ you're beth's best friend from high school, a version of them anyway, and one day while out exploring, space beth stumbles upon you, and the two of you grab a drink or fourteen

✮ you and space beth go on a bunch of adventures and you end up learning a lot from her, both about the universe and tech. you partner up for a lot of missions against the federation (definitely has a bit of a rick and birdperson sort of vibe to it)

✮ anyways, she brings you home for the holidays to stay with the smiths, and everyone falls in love with you, especially domestic beth (obviously). the kids love you, and you guys spend the whole day hanging out, playing games, and sharing stories

✮ you've heard a lot about rick from beth, and honestly from a lot of people around the universe, but you get an earful once you're in the smith house. you gather upon his 'i'm god' mentality and notice it in the few times you see him around the house during the day. conclusion: rick is an asshole, just stay clear of his path. but something about him piqued your interest. after all, someone who referred to themselves as the 'smartest man in the multiverse' had to be quite the character

✮ eventually, the night turns to early morning and you're all pretty drunk, so everyone starts to part ways to bed. you start to curl up on the couch when beth speaks your name, pulling you out of your haze. she offers you rick's room with a shrug, "it isn't much more comfortable than the couch, but at least you'll have a door. plus, he'll be in the garage all night anyway"

✮ you slur out a thousand thank yous, stumbling down the hallway towards the door she was leading you to. the room wasn't much bigger than a closet and tucked against the wall seemed to be nothing more than a military cot. you smirked as you took in your surroundings, quite the palace for the smartest man alive

✮ basically, you pass out pretty instantly. while all this is going on, rick is tinkering away in the garage, trying to busy his mind. he furrows his brows as his rough hands work anxiously with the metal in front of him, and memories of earlier in the day flash through his drunken thoughts. he took another swig of his flask as he recalled when he first saw you, playing downbeat with the family. your laugh had been the most innocent sound he had heard in decades, and something about you made his chest feel weird. he immediately pulled morty away without an acknowledgment towards you, hearing beth sound a 'that's dad' as he portaled out of the room

✮ anyways, rick gets an alert that someone's entered his room and he flips to his surveillance to see beth offering you his bed, a smile plastered on your face. his lips almost curl in the same fashion. almost. instead, he lets out a belch and swigs his flask again, turning back to his work. he notes how you quickly fall asleep and he lets you be for a while, continuing whatever the hell he's up to

✮ he eventually needs to get a tool from his room and he grumbles as he makes his way into the house, not understanding why he was feeling so hesitant about waking you. he didn't let anyone in his room, let alone strangers. he hadn't even talked to you yet, what about you had him so pussywhipped?

✮ so he opens the door, seeing you asleep soundly on his bed. again, part of him almost wants to smile. what the fuck

✮ he turns the light on and stares at you. he hates people in his personal space. he should be angry. but instead, he's... curious? to have you in here? he lets out a belch, "w-what are you d -bleeuuughgghhh- doing in here," you startle upwards. your eyes go wide at the sight of him and you start to trip over your words, definitely still tipsy

✮ "oh my god, i'm so sorry! i just, beth let me crash in here and said you'd be in the garage, and i know you have a thing about your personal space but she said you'd be in the garage all night so i just didn't think about it. I'm sorry, let me grab my shit and I'll go back to the couch, i'm-" "no, its fi -bleuuehghghh- ine."

✮ a beat of silence passes and you're so confused. "i just n-needed a tool, I'll be in and, in and out", and then he's gone. and he... turned the light off and shut the door on his way out? this didn't seem like the rick that had been described to you

✮ but you brush it off and go back to bed. and the next day, you carry on with your activities until you're met with the sound of rick storming into the house and yelling with a bad taste in his mouth. "what the fuck morty? wh-wh-what are you doing in my room? what the -bleuugghghh- actual fuck do you think you're doing?" "oh jeez rick, I was, i-i-i was just trying to g-grab that thing y-you were asking for. i thought I saw it in-" "ge- get the fuck out, morty. you know how i -bleeuugughh- feel about people in my s-shit"

✮ and suddenly, you can't brush it off as easily. why didn't he yell at you like that?

✮ time goes on and everyone is definitely starting to pick up on how rick is acting towards you. and just like rick, they're all confused as fuck. no one's ever seen him be so weird or so... passive with someone. nothing specific happens for a couple days, but anytime you cross paths, the vibes are WILD and everyone knows it

✮ on christmas eve, beth makes a huge dinner for everyone and you're helping set the table, and eventually she just looks at you with such a sigh and goes "okay, i have a favor to ask. i need you to go ask rick to come out for dinner," and you go to protest and be like ?? why me?? but she cuts you off and goes "listen, I don't know what the fuck his deal is right now, but I think you're most likely to survive asking him to participate in a family activity"

✮ so you make your way to the door leading out to the garage and knock hesitantly, letting out a soft, "uh, rick?"

✮ there's a beat of silence as you hear mechanics stop whirring, and you go to walk away before you're burned at the stake for interrupting him when you hear him quietly: "garage, disen- bleughgh- disengage 'family time' protocol." you step back as you hear a lot of shit being deactivated, like, an impressive amount considering a simple deadbolt would've sufficed, and eventually you hear said deadbolt being unlatched followed with a faint "come in"

✮ you walk in slowly with a light "hey", earning a grunt in response as he continues to fidget with whatever gadget he is working on this time. you walk over to his workbench and begin to let him know about dinner and how beth really wants him out there. "I think I can guess the answer already, sorry to bug you too much rick, beth just would've killed me if I didn't ask," you let out with a soft chuckle

✮ a moment passes and he's so lost in thought, and not that you could read him before, but right now you definitely can't. so you offer him a smile and go to push yourself off of where you'd leaned up against the counter before you hear him speak, "c-could you hand me that -blleugeghhgh- screwdriver over there?"

✮ "oh my god yeah, o-of course, yeah," you grab the one rick's pointing at and turn to hand it to him, and as he reaches for it from you, your fingers graze each other for what feels like a lifetime. butterflies absolutely flood your stomach and overpower your senses. you let go quickly, trying to get ahold of yourself because this is fucking rick sanchez, he isn't going to give the time of day to whatever little crush you're developing

✮ the second your hands touched, rick also got a rush of butterflies. he of course wouldn't ever refer to them as that, but his heart sped up and his mouth went dry in an instant. he hadn't felt this feeling in... jesus, like 40 years? fuck. he needed to get a grip on himself. seriously, what is his problem? you've been around him for all of three days and he's acting like a teenager experiencing his first hard-on. jesus, rick, get your act together. what the fuck is your problem?

✮ you pull back and he averts his gaze from you, turning back to his work. he clears his throat and mutters a soft 'thank you'. you're immediately bashful, smiling at him and turning to head out of the garage. just before you're fully out, you hear him speak up, "I'll b-be out in a minute"

✮ and you smile. beth was right. for some godforsaken reason, you got him to join christmas eve dinner. you exit the garage, almost running into morty and summer who's jaws are nearly on the fucking ground. you hadn't closed the door behind you as you went in, and they watched the entire scene unfold before them. morty's eyebrows contort into confusion, "what the fuck?"

i fear i have so many more thoughts and ideas so lmk if you want more because I am a deviant and a freak, thanks

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

anything with enemies to lovers trope!! i'm always up

Ooh! I actually had an idea with this trope earlier this week and it’s in my drafts!

But if you haven’t read these already, these are some of my own enemies to lovers fics and then also some from other authors I like…

A Perfect Christmas & A Perfect Start (linked within) (mine)

Young American - basically a book lol (mine)

Roxy’s Record Store - series (mine)

Harry is Y/N's producer & she doesn't like him (mine)

Y/N & Harry kind of hate each other but have to walk together in their friends' wedding party (mine)

Y/N and Harry got off on the wrong foot but end up being fuck buddies (mine)

Harry and Y/N get in a fight and it leads to a rough fuck (mine)

Others I can think of at the top of my head...

The Long Weekend (@gurugirl)

Tell Me You Hate Me - Male!Reader (@gurugirl)

Carolina (@harrysonlylover) - I classify as enemies to lovers because the MC doesn't like him at first:)

Teenage Dirtbag - Frat!Harry (@jarofstyles) - more banter/sass between them than like full-fledged hatred, but it makes it spicy heehee.

ABallerina Y/N & Ballerina Harry by @jawllines - this is such a satisfying one! The character development is perfect! The link is for the 4th part since it has all the prev. parts linked, so make sure to start with part 1!

Feel free to drop other recs in the comments:)

[mya-valentine]

I loved what you did for ‘Witchcraft-quirk Classmate’! And I’m back to request a part two of sorts: Could I get a fic covering what happened during the “wolf incident”. Basically the shenanigans the reader and the class got into during the week they were wolves. Maybe the reader has to lowkey guide them through wolfhood due to the others not being used to animal transformations and the instincts that may came with it. (Aizawa is probably so tired of the chaos his class causes despite how much he loves them.)

The Wolf Within

A/N: Based off this headcanon

It started like any other evening in the dorms of Class 1-A. Everyone was relaxing after another grueling day of hero training. You sat cross-legged on the floor of your room, tail flicking behind you as you meticulously arranged a small assortment of crystals and bones around a glowing sigil. This spell wasn’t supposed to be anything major, just a little boost for your classmates during combat training.

“Enhance the instincts, sharpen reflexes,” you murmured, your fingers trailing over the runes you’d carefully carved into the wax of a candle.

The spell was nearly complete when your tail twitched—a telltale sign of nerves. Something felt… off. The energies weren’t aligning quite the way they should, but you brushed it off. It was just a minor spell, after all. What was the worst that could happen?

The answer came at precisely 12:03 a.m., when a deafening howl shattered the silence of Heights Alliance.

You awoke to chaos.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Bakugo’s unmistakable voice boomed, though it carried an odd growling undertone.

Blinking groggily, you stumbled out of bed and nearly tripped over your own tail. Except… it wasn’t your tail. It was longer, fluffier, and far more expressive than before.

“Oh no,” you muttered, stumbling to the mirror. Staring back at you was a full-fledged wolf with fur matching your natural hair color.

Panic set in as you bolted into the common room, where the rest of the class had gathered—or rather, the rest of the pack.

Kirishima’s bright red fur bristled as he paced the room, his tail wagging despite the situation. Mina had already claimed the couch, her pink-and-white coat making her look like a cotton candy wolf. Midoriya stood frozen near the stairs, staring at his reflection in a nearby window.

“Deku, stop freaking out and do something useful!” Bakugo snarled, his claws scraping against the floor as he paced back and forth.

“It wasn’t me this time!” Midoriya yelped, green fur standing on end.

Everyone turned to you.

“What… did you do?” Shoto asked calmly, though the subtle twitch of his tail betrayed his irritation.

You gulped, shrinking under their collective gazes. “Uh… it was supposed to be an instinct-boosting spell. For training purposes! But… I might have miscalculated.”

“A miscalculation?” Iida barked, his wolf form somehow maintaining his usual air of discipline. “You’ve turned us into wolves!”

“Don’t worry!” you said quickly, ears flattening in embarrassment. “I can fix it. I just… need some time.”

“How much time?” Jirou growled, her ears flicking in annoyance.

“A week,” you mumbled.

“A WEEK?!” Bakugo lunged at you, fangs bared.

You dodged, yelping as you scrambled away. “I’m sorry, okay?! Just… just calm down, everyone! We need to stick together and ride this out.”

The next day brought new challenges.

“Why do I keep chasing things?!” Iida cried as his legs carried him in a blur after Kaminari, who had found a squeaky toy someone had left behind in the common room.

“Because it’s fun!” Kaminari laughed, dodging a swipe from Jirou, who had been drawn into the chase.

You watched the chaos unfold from a safe distance, your tail wagging despite yourself. “Okay, guys, focus! We need to control our instincts, or this week is going to be a disaster.”

“Easy for you to say,” Bakugo growled, snapping at Kirishima, who was nosing through the fridge. “Why is he eating raw meat?!”

“It’s delicious!” Kirishima replied, wagging his tail.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat calmly by the window, his mismatched eyes watching the others with mild interest. “I think we should embrace it. Fighting these instincts will only make things harder.”

“That’s great advice, Todoroki,” you said, nodding. “But maybe try not to encourage them to destroy the dorm.”

By the third night, Aizawa had given up on trying to keep the class contained indoors.

“Go run it off,” he sighed, waving a hand toward the forest near the training grounds. His own wolf form—a sleek black coat that matched his scarf—looked particularly done with the situation.

The pack—your classmates—bounded into the forest with an energy you hadn’t seen during training. Mina and Kaminari led the charge, their playful howls echoing through the trees as they darted between the shadows.

“You’re supposed to be training, not playing tag!” you called after them, your own tail wagging despite your frustration.

“Lighten up, Alpha,” Bakugo sneered, leaping over a fallen log. “We’ve got all week to train.”

“That’s not my—stop calling me that!” you snapped, though your protests fell on deaf ears.

As the night wore on, you found yourself guiding the pack through the unfamiliar territory. Tokoyami stayed close, his dark fur blending seamlessly with the shadows, while Uraraka marveled at her heightened senses.

“It’s amazing,” she said, sniffing the air. “I can smell everything!”

“Yeah, including Kaminari’s awful sense of direction,” Jirou muttered, tugging him back toward the group.

By midweek, the pack had settled into a routine.

Mina and Kirishima were in charge of scouting the perimeter, their playful natures making them surprisingly effective. Iida took on the role of enforcer, ensuring no one strayed too far from the group.

Meanwhile, Bakugo and Shoto engaged in a constant battle for dominance, their growls and snarls echoing through the training grounds.

“Do they have to fight all the time?” Midoriya asked, watching the two wolves circle each other.

“Let them,” you said with a sigh. “It’s a dominance thing. They’ll tire out eventually.”

As the days passed, you found yourself growing closer to your classmates in unexpected ways. Whether it was teaching them how to properly wag their tails or guiding them through their first successful howl, the experience brought the class together in ways no training exercise ever had.

By the end of the week, you were ready to reverse the spell. The pack gathered in the common room, their fur ruffled and their eyes bright with anticipation.

“Are you sure this will work?” Uraraka asked, her ears flattening nervously.

“Positive,” you said, though your tail twitched with lingering doubt.

The spell unfolded in a brilliant flash of light, and when the dust settled, you found yourself surrounded by your human classmates once more.

“It worked!” Mina cheered, inspecting her hands.

“Finally,” Bakugo grumbled, though his hair was noticeably fluffier than usual.

As the class celebrated their return to normalcy, Aizawa appeared in the doorway, his tired eyes narrowing.

“You’re cleaning up the dorm,” he said, pointing at you.

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled, your tail—still present, though thankfully back to its normal length—drooping.

Despite the chaos, the week had brought the class closer together, and as you glanced around at their smiling faces, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. You might be an oddball, but you were their oddball—and that was more than enough.

Weeks later, Kaminari found a pair of wolf ears tucked away in the dorm’s lost-and-found. “Hey, [Name],” he called, grinning. “Wanna give it another shot?”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “Not in a million years.”

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Masterlist

[skippersthecat]

Saiki K Week Day 1: Swap AU

I've seen the popular Saiki-Teruhashi swap AU but I've never seen anyone swap all the characters for this AU.

Basically, all of the female characters switch places with a male character.

Teruhashi and Saiki swap powers.

Chiyo and Kaidou swap places as chuunibyous.

Mera becomes the Nendo of the group.

Aiura takes Toritsuka's place as Teruhashi's apprentice.

Hii is the moral support of the friend group in place of Hairo.

Makino somehow became a gang leader like Kuboyasu.

And Imu is Teruhashi's childhood friend instead of Akechi.

I dont write a lot of fics but this idea has been in my head for a while. I might make it a full-fledged story.

[allnightstay]

Day 2 - Chase 🍃

Nezuko realizes she can cheer up Tanjiro with tickles ~

Lee - Tanjiro

Ler - Nezuko

Happy TickleTober day twoooo 👻 enjoyy and don't forget to take care of yourselves today ♡

Note: I'm still only on season 1, so this is a very basic version of Tanjiro and Nezuko. There shouldn't be any spoilers in this besides the mention of Muzan Kibutsuji.

* also for the sake of the dang fic, there won't be any other demons present though this setting is during the night time okaaayyy *

Tanjiro had been on several missions involving people who have been affected by Kibutsuji. He severely hated that man. From one innocent person to another, Tanjiro found himself weighed down by the grief he carried for everyone, as well as for his own family.

It was late. Tanjiro and Nezuko had found an abandoned shack with a wooded area surrounding it, helpful for concealing the fact that Tanjiro's sister is a full fledged demon. The two were settling in. Tanjiro sits on the floor, knees pulled in, and begins staring out with an extremely sad look on his face.

Nezuko notices and sits next to her brother, placing her hand on his back as a means to show she's with him.

"I don't know how someone so awful can even exist, going around and turning people into demons. It's just not fair." Tears began to well up. Tanjiro wipes them away, saying " I promise, Nezuko, I will find this man and do everything in my power to turn you human again."

Nezuko lightly rubs his back, accidentally touching his neck with her long demon nails, causing Tanjiro to shiver, wavering a smile at her.

Nezuko tilts her head, in more of a "huh?" way, and does it again, this time purposefully tickling his neck.

"Ahahaha Ne-Nezukoho, that tickles!" Tanjiro, now smiling, shrugs his shoulders to fend off her tickly nails.

In the quickest second ever, Nezuko pounces on Tanjiro, tackling him and tickling all over his stomach and neck, noticing how much happier he looks than the moments before.

"Mmm mmMmm" she says in a sweet tone, almost as though she's making coochie coo sounds.

"Hey heehehehey Nezukohoho what are you dohohoing?" Tanjiro finds himself struggling to push against the demon strength of Nezuko, but eventually rolls out and run outside to have more open space.

He throws his hands up in defense, realizing she's probably doing this to make him feel better.

"Nezukohoho I'm fine now! Thank you! You don't have to- AH!" Nezuko runs straight for him. He begins running away with Nezuko chasing after him, giggling cause he really can't handle the quick speed and sensations of her nails.

She jumps and lands on Tanjiro, who at this point just lets it happen because in all honesty, he really does feel much better and he truly cherishes that he's able to at least have these kinds of moments with Nezuko still.

With Nezuko straddling his waist she begins clawing at his chest and stomach, gaining howls from Tanjiro. She smiles down fondly at him adoring how he looks when he's getting tickled.

"Ahahahaha!! HAHAHA NEZUKOhohohoh!! Plehehehehease, I'm okaHAHAHAY!!"

The tickling lasts a few moments longer until she eventually slows down, rolling off of him and lays on the ground next to Tanjiro. She looks over at him with smiling eyes to show she cares. Who could be mad at that face? He exhales a large breath and wonders out loud, "Hmm, I wonder if you're still ticklish.."

Nezuko bolts up immediately and the chase begins all over. The two spend the rest of their night making sure each other is cheered up and ready for the next mission the following day.

Ahhh how cuteeee. In all honesty I'm sure Nezuko's nails are deathly ticklish to feel.

I hope you enjoyeddd! 🎃👻

[hugemilkshake]

“But the real kicker is not Dark Cacao getting obsessive about this cookie who did such a fantastic job for him, but how would the Cookies of Darkness play into this?”

…

…Ok I can work with this

Now I want to see this playing out. This is the timeline I’ve gotten to work with:

after weeks of Y/N being the emperor and doing a MUCH better job then Dark Cacao, The CoD have essentially abandoned any plan that involved the Dark Cacao kingdom because said kingdom is being fixed faster than expected. Leaving Affogato to rot in his cell as the kingdom rebuilds itself.

Unlike Dark Cacao, who was constantly worried about the wall, Y/N was more focused on the citizens, citadel, warriors, and basically everything else. Y/N saw the wall being the least of importance and saw everything else that Dark Cacao neglected as top priority. Even tho everyone has started to appreciate Y/N as being a better ruler, Y/N themselves still misses their old king. But their prayers were soon answered… but with a twist.

Dark Cacao has learned that his kingdom has grown better without him, tho he never learned who exactly it was. He feared that it was Affogato. So when he was ready, the old king finally returned to the citadel. He was ready to turn Affogato into crumbs by the time to the thrown. But when he saw Y/N running up to him, his anger changed like the flip of a switch. Instead of turning who ever was in charge to crumbs, he wanted to… protect them.

This is what I’m working with so far. Now I want to see where you’d continue on from this. Remember, this can be either a oneshot, headcannon, or a full on fic. I don’t care. I just wanna see the product of this.

Well, I don’t have a full fledged oneshot/ fic, I do have a sequence of events that can happen from this point

Due to Dark Cacao being obsessive over Y/Ns protection, he is putting guards around their room and them. Which is leading to there being less guards to protect the wall, and to watch the prisoners

Affogato being the cheeky little guy ends up breaking out, and this man’s PISSED.

Like he was put in jail by some random cookie after he’s spent years perfecting everything.

And around this time Dark Choco and Pomegranate Cookie are there to steal Dark Cacaos soul jam since he’s old and they want it for evil reasons 😎👍

They end up meeting affogato who knows the ins and outs of the kingdom which eventually leads to them deducing that Dakr Cacao would probably give them his sould jam if they hold Y/N hostage.

Which they do so. (They took the guards out fairly easily)

Now Caramel Arrow is out patrolling the grounds with Dark Cacao (she’s trying to convince him to chill out) when they run into gingerbrave and co!

They read the letter and then back to the kingdom but they don’t find a nice welcome back, it’s a hostage situation

So one thing leads to another and they fight (everyone had to convince dark cacao to not give his soul ham because he was going to fold super quick)

Gingerbrave and co win and get y/n back safely, dark choco and dark cacao have that fight/argument, dark choco leaves that fuck ass sword and everything is fine now! Affogato and pomegranate get away btw

Dark cacao learns to chill out slightly but he still insists at least one guard by Y/N

[i-am-beckyu]

One Small Gift- epilogue

Okay so I wrote this on a whim when I was writing part 2 and while it's not long enough to be a full fledged fic, I still think I'll post it because it's just a cute fluff scene<3

One Small Gift Part 1 & Part 2

wc:558

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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“Hey Wilbur, you know how Techno dressed up as the Easter bunny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, I’ve been thinking. If the Easter Bunny isn’t real, and the tooth fairy and you know basically most fairy tale creatures, then that means Santa Claus isn’t real either.” 

Tommy felt Wilbur stiffen at this, his pseudo brother soon cupping him in both hands as he slid up to be sitting cross legged and able to see the borrower better. 

“Well I guess so, but I mean Borrowers are considered fairy tales and yet you exist so that doesn’t mean Santa Claus isn’t real.”

Tommy crossed his arms raising a brow. “Wilbur, I know you dressed up as Santa. You don’t have to keep pretending about it.” 

“Tommy, I swear I didn’t do that.” Wilbur defended. “Why would I dress up? That’s so childish and whack and-” 

One look at Tommy was proof enough the blonde wasn’t buying it. Wilbur didn’t want to admit it but it was clear the boy he once knew was growing up and childish things like Santa Claus  were becoming a thing of the past- as much as he hated to admit it.

“Okay yes, it was me dressed as Santa Claus.” Wilbur admitted somberly moving to let Tommy down on his night stand. “How long have you known?” 

“Since we put out the Christmas decorations, but I think subconsciously I’ve known longer than that considering you never like to wear Santa hats and rejected the idea of dressing up everytime I asked.” 

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.” he replied, eyes downcast fiddling with his finger nails. “You don’t hate me right?”

“Hate you?” Tommy quirked a brow and to Wilbur’s surprise suddenly burst out laughing. “Wilbur, you saved me. I don’t know what I would have done had you revealed yourself to not be Santa. I was terrified of you!”

Wilbur deflated at that, guilt taking over. “Yeah, sorry about that. Again.” The Bean replied solemnly. Tommy stopped laughing noticing this and sighed before jumping off the nightstand and back onto the bed, making their way down to rest a hand on the older’s knee.

“Wilbur, I know you never meant to hurt me. I understand that now. Heck you dressing up is the only reason I ever gave talking to you a second chance.” 

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked as Tommy hoisted himself up onto the man's knee.

“Well, kid me never intended to talk to any Beans ever. I only spoke to Santa because I saw a Television program talking about how he gave kids presents because I was desperate.” Tommy smiled as he recalled the past. 

“Santa gave me exactly what I needed in the moment, yes, but you gave me the push I needed to give speaking to you a chance. Remember prior to meeting you, I’d been living alone for awhile and never knew how lonely I’d been till after speaking to someone. “

The boy looked up to meet the Beans gaze, guilt and concern etched all across the olders’ face. 

“But meeting you changed that. Giving talking to you a shot was the best decision I ever made and now I’m living better than I could have ever dreamed and that’s not even the best part.” 

“What’s the best part?” Wilbur asked and Tommy smiled. 

“I gained a brother.” 

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Probably could have made this longer but that's all I wrote and I can't see myself adding more lol. Merry Christmas everyone <3

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[ladytauria]

for the wip game - [jaytim] leave the world behind?

ahhh, so i actually shared the not fic/summary of this in response to an ask i got a while ago but i don’t… have a link to it hakdjdkdj

BUT i’ve been making progress to turn it into a full fledged fic

“leave the world behind” is a sort of place holder title. it’s about tim & jason quitting vigilantism together—something that jason’s been wanting to do for a while, but refrained from because he thought it meant losing tim. the bulk of the fic is basically like… 4 times jason thought tim was going to leave, and then the 1 time he realized tim was staying

i have the beginning & end fully written, it’s just the middle i need to come together shsjdjj

Words finally return to Jason. “Are you… Are you asking…”

They leave him again. He can’t quite force the words out. Or, really, even decide what he wants to say.

Are you asking me to leave Gotham with you? Are you asking me to run away with you? Are you asking me what I think you’re asking? Are you asking me to retire?

They all boil down to the same question, but the phrasing—

Which one can he say without giving away how much he really, really wants to say yes.

Tim leans forward, setting the tablet down on the coffee table. Then he twists, taking Jason’s face in his hands.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m asking you to settle down with me. For real. No more uniforms. No more missions. No more explosions. No more fighting for our lives. No more toxins, pollens, or other substances. Just—you and me and the rest of our long, happy lives together.” His mouth quirks a little even as he searches Jason’s face. Scrutinizing. Digging.

Jason—

Jason swallows. The pit in his stomach doesn’t grow wider, but it hasn’t disappeared either.

He knows.

That’s all Jason can figure. Tim knows that Jason needs to leave Gotham—that he’s been thinking about it, and rather than wait for Jason to decide on his own… he’s giving him the go ahead. And not just that, but…

Tim is offering him Bruce’s hat-trick. The magical third option, where Jason gets to go—and keep everything he’s gained.

Jason knows in his bones that this isn’t what Tim wants—that Tim wants to stay. To keep fighting. He chose this, after all, so many years ago.

Jason asked him about it once, why he didn’t walk away when he had the chance. Because he did. Several times, Tim could have stepped away. Said no more, and turned his back on Bruce and his fruitless, endless crusade.

Tim told him that Robin was the first thing that ever made him feel like he had a purpose. That he mattered. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, give that up.

Jason could understand that. He felt the same way, up until he didn’t. Until he got blown up and replaced and realized that nothing he’d ever done had mattered at all. He’d thought his crusade as Hood would be different. Maybe it could have been, if he hadn’t capitulated to Bruce’s demands. If he hadn’t bothered with Bruce at all. If he’d just come back to Gotham and killed the damn clown without all the fanfare.

He’ll never know, now.

He doesn’t want to, either.

Jason would rather live with the uncertainty than knowing for sure he’d made the wrong decision.

Tim would be miserable, following Jason out of Gotham.

Yet…

God help him.

Jason is a selfish man, because what comes out of his mouth is, “Yeah. Yeah, babybird. Let’s get out of this hell hole.”

Tim could use a vacation. He’ll probably even enjoy it at first, once the initial adjustment period wears off. They can be happy together out there, for a little while. Until the misery sets in. And then…

Jason will let him go.

Tim smiles at him, so brightly it almost hurts. And then he throws his leg over Jason’s, straddling his thighs so he can kiss him. Jason kisses back, sliding his hands up Tim’s shirt to rest on his waist. Everyone else says Tim runs cool, but Jason’s never felt it. To him, Tim is blazing; the warmth of his skin nearly searing his palms.

They skip patrol that night.

Not to make out, tragically, but to plan. (They do make out a little, though; talking about their futures with kiss-bitten and swollen lips. Tim never does move out of Jason’s lap, either.) ) By the time the sun rises, they have an outline for retirement.

For the first time in a long while, Jason feels a flutter of hope in his chest.

[curious about my wips? send me an ask about one of the ones on this list]

[iwriteasfotini]

Where do we draw the villain line?

Something which is so intriguing to me about the Harry Potter fandom is how flexible *most/some/a few* (honestly IDK how many) people are in giving the villains of the story their own story. Personally I LOVE THIS. Because the best villains are the ones who aren't simply macho bad guys (or gals) who are bad because the author said so. The best villains are the ones you are almost rooting for. The ones you begin to think... wait maybe that person isn't so bad. Or the ones who earn some empathy. And then go and be total arse holes anyways. Because a good story needs a villain, it's simply a fact.

If there was ever a time to remember humans are each living our own story, it is now. It doesn't excuse ANYTHING. It is infuriating and sad. But it is reality. Someone's villain is someone else's hero. And vice versa. But let's not get off on a tangent.

Now the curious thing is while certain HP characters are given some grace where their evil deeds are concerned, others are not. Like at all. Have any of you read Crimson Rivers? Of course you have! If you want to shift your mindset on how you view most of the Death Eaters, read that fic. But in it, I do not remember Mulciber or Avery being mentioned in any sort of good light. Walburga... her terrible parenting is quite undisputed. Umbridge! Barty Crouch Senior! I think Vernon Dursley falls into this category. There are still characters who are seen as simply evil for the sake of evil.

So how did Tom, Bella, Barty, Draco (but I mean, Draco is really a terrible villain to begin with) and a few others end up with backstory, humanity, and quite a few people invested in them. I don't have the answer, but it is an interesting phenomena. Because I am quite new to the fandom and it took all of three tumblr posts to get me fully on board with Rosekiller. Bella, I don't like her, but she is a fascinating character to write for. And she has redeemable qualities. Tom is a cold hearted killer who might have turned out completely different if he didn't have the childhood trauma he did. I imagine Tom's orphanage life was about as void of love and affection as it is possible to be. Sure his basic survival needs were taken care of, but he wasn't loved. And that was his life from birth.

Perhaps it is the fact there is just enough humanity given to these characters in canon that in fandom we take that nugget of humanity and turn it into a full fledged backstory. Barty is a great example. He is screaming at his father during his trial and his father flat up ignores him, all while his mother is weeping in the background. His mother sacrifices herself for him, then DIES two days later (clearly she wasn't in good health to begin with... hmmmmm...). Does Barty even have a Dark Mark? WE DON'T KNOW. Does Barty feel like he has a personal connection with Voldemort, yes, their fathers were both pieces of shite. How did Barty learn this about Tom? It means Tom went out of his way to connect with Barty on a PERSONAL level at some point. Why would he bother, he so rarely give away personal information? Also I feel Barty has a relationship with Winky which is reminiscent of Regulus and Kreacher. Basically there is mutual love and respect on some level (while some wizards see house-elves as servants only).

The fact we can ask all these questions about someone who essentially guided Harry to his should have been death and then was kissed by a dementor (which Dumbledore was LIVID about BTW) makes him such great fodder for the fandom to sculpt a intriguing if not rich back story. It's why I was able to get on board with the Barty isn't a pure villain idea so fast. And I think it really enhances the fandom.

On a side note, Peter's an interesting one as I feel like he is often either forgotten about or lumped into the evil for evil's sake category. Peter made appalling choices, but I think he has a backstory, just like everyone, which can at least account for some of why he did what he did. And it does not have to do with him being bullied, pushed around, or constantly berated by his supposed friends. The Marauders loved each other, and Peter was included in that love.

That being said, there are plenty of people who disagree. Who like to see the Death Eaters as evil. Who cannot fathom how anyone in their right mind can ship Jegulus or be invested in a villain. But to those people I say, Regulus committed suicide as part of taking down Voldemort, Remus put peoples lives at risk every time he left the shack while he was at Hogwarts, Sirius has made some very questionable choices, Harry uses Sectumsempra on Draco, Severus was a Death Eater who changed allegiance, Ron deserts his friends/Harry when they need him, even Fred and George test products on first years and give Hermione a black eye. The lines between good and bad (which are at least somewhat defined in canon) become far less clear in fandom. As Sirius says, the world isn't split between good people and Death Eaters.

If you have read this far into my rant, kuddos to you. If you enjoy thinking and talking about backstory of HP villains, maybe we can connect in some capacity and exchange HC's and thoughts. I also hope you will check out my very epic series which has started posting on Ao3 because I am striving to tell a lot of people's stories in a fast paced, entertaining way.

Thank you for your time and attention. This concludes my rant.

[theothernads]

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♡ྀི ₊ ❛❛𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬❞ ☰

𐙚 Synopsis: ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

☰ TAGS: Winx Club smau, enhypen smau, slow-ass burn fic, violence, action and adventure, angst, college smau, fantasy au, strangers to lovers. ᯓᡣ𐭩

┈➤ 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ➤ft. NewJeans, Enha, TXT, BTS, esp, Jungkook, Itzy, Le Sserafim. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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"THE BULLSHIT HE SAYS," YOU MUTTERED as you turned off your phone and shoved it into the hidden pocket of your white dress.

Minji saw your little look at your device and smirked a little. "Was that your older brother?"

Judging by the scowl on your face, she could tell that it was the correct assumption. With a small nod, you stood up straight and backed away from the wall you were leaning on.

"Yup. His lazy ass isn't bothered to get a drink," you replied solemnly. Hanni chuckled a little and crossed her arms in amusement.

"Older brothers are exhausting."

You sent a small smile to her as you looked towards the buffet table a few metres away. The party was thriving with people from the third and fourth years of their academic practices from Red Fountain, Alfea and Cloud Tower.

The specialists, fairies and witches.

The night was nigh, the purple sky embedded with stars in the clear landscape. Around the premises of the courtyard were lanterns glowing with rouge flames, giving the place a warm atmosphere that made your muscles relax. The music was faint, but it was there, people were talking and laughing, walking and lounging on benches.

It was crowded to say the least, but not so much that you couldn't navigate your way to the drink table.

Hanni spun a lock of her electric blue hair from the remaining black strands as she gazed at you. "I'll save you a dumpling."

"Thanks, Hanni," you murmured and absentmindedly brushed the flowers that just bloomed in your hair, above your ears. When you plucked a petal, you saw the white it appeared to be — symbolising the simplicity you felt.

Danielle smiled at the phenomenon. All the girls found it peculiar that your scalp basically had roots where flowers could sprout randomly and show your emotions. It was an interesting story to tell when you met them two years ago. Freaky, but intruiging.

"I'll be right back," you said and immediately set off, brushing off the petals softly to rid of them, and they shimmered into thin air when they floated away from you.

You managed to easily maneuver around the throng of people until you approached the long, white table holding an array of glasses of different colours. All looked tasty but you're here for your idiotic brother as well.

Sighing to yourself, you began to hastily walk along the table, thinking you were careful to avoid people.

There was a pink drink, the bubbles popping into the air and catching your attention. It also smelt wonderful, refreshing even.

Just as you walked and reached out to grab a cup, you felt someone jostle into you, making you yelp and stumble back a tiny bit. Then, you felt a wet patch at your stomach, and when you looked, you were horrified to find your white dress stained with a red liquid.

"Fvck!" Someone breathed and you gazed upwards with slight annoyance, not enough for any annoyed, crimson flowers to sprout among your strands.

When you actually saw who committed this abomination, you froze and saw a boy. He was tall, black wavy hair that slightly covered his eyebrows, brown eyes full of regret and apology. But he was wearing a mask and you couldn't see the rest. You stared, astonished before blinking back to reality.

He looked down to the clear mess on your clothes and his hands dropped the cup as they awkwardly hovered about your waist.

"I am so sorry," he said again, looking back up at you with those cocoa eyes of his. Oh, right. The damn stain.

"It's... fine," you said slowly, wondering if your magic could be pulled to your fingertips; however, you could not feel the magnetic pull on your energy, and that meant no spells.

You sighed and grabbed a napkin nearby. No one else seemed to notice thankfully, but you would need to find the girls to magic away the stain. You dabbed the napkin on your dress.

The boy stared and ran a hand through his hair as if wondering how he can compensate you. Then, he started to unbutton his white shirt. You blinked in alarm.

"Whoah, what are you—"

"I have a vest on underneath." He continued to unhook the buttons as he momentarily silenced you. "It's the least I could do."

He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and you were drawn to his broad shoulders, his biceps and honey skin. Then, the deep orange sun tattoo ingrained on his right bicep. You didn't say anything as he handed you his white shirt.

This was unusual, but until you could find your friend group again, you had no choice. And you felt grateful. He did not need to do so much, but he did anyway. You could tell he was feeling guilty.

"Thank you," you mumbled as you took his shirt and pulled it on yourself. It was warm of his skin and it covered the horrid stain. You only buttoned the bottom ones.

The boy in the mask sighed in relief, audibly, and looked you up and down before gazing away with frantic eyes.

"Um... sorry, again."

"It's fine. I'll try and return this to you," You said softly and avoided his gaze as well. The silence ensued and the boy nodded, before he backed away a little when he heard his phone buzzing from his pocket.

You took the chance to also distance yourself because, after all, you still had to get your stupid brother a drink.

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[NOTES]: omg, first chapter!! I am so excited, lmao <3 Also, I am STRESSED abt my girls NJ. I hate HYBE and MHJ for dragging my girls thru the mud 😕 anyway, REPOSTS, COMMENTS+ LIKES are appreciated. And ew, I'm so sorry abt the crusty ass quality

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊[TAGLIST]: @dreamiestay

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Slasher Prompt List (Mostly NSFW)

Hello my babies! Since I am now starting back full fledge into doing requests now that my gauntlet of fic events is over I've decided to roll out prompts! Below are my basic rules for them:

First and foremost when requesting with prompts you may only choose 2 or 3 numbers for your request. You DO NOT have to specify which person in the fic you want to say the quotes unless you want too. You DO have to of course send the request with which slasher you would like for me get some idea of what to do with the fic!

All 50 prompts you may choose from are listed below the cut <3

"Don't you trust me?"

"Is that my shirt ?"

"I'm trying to protect you"

"I said, Drop the attitude"

"You're not wearing that"

"Be good while I'm gone yeah?"

"I told you to stay in the car"

"Why can't you just listen for once?"

"Run"

"I told you to stop talking to him"

"Eyes on me"

"Shut up"

"Sit down"

"Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge"

"Where are you?"

"Don't make me come over there"

"You're late"

"My dumb little Bunny"

"You did so well for me"

"Go put this on"

"I got you a gift"

"Don't be shy now"

"This is what you wanted"

"Make me"

"Fuck you"

"I told you I could handle it"

"Your not my dad"

"Did I say you could speak?"

"Your being ridiculous"

"I'll take care of you, I promise"

"Your my baby"

"You know I love you"

"Don't play dumb"

"Do you like my hand on your throat?"

"That's not the only thing I can do to you"

"Did your parents not teach you manners?"

"Come home with me"

"Stay, please"

"Your safe here, You don't have to worry"

"I want to hear the noises you make"

"Show me how grateful you are"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you"

"You are my everything"

"On your knees"

"You hungry?"

"Come pick me up"

"What do you mean your alone?"

"You're fucking crazy"

"You promised me this wouldn't happen"

"And what are you going to do about it?"