#jumping about like he doesnt live rent free in my head

[krukel]

Oh, he is adorable 🥰

[imhereformr]

S1 E22: Storming Cloud Tower

The way Stella said Knut 😂😂😂

Stella calling Knut a liferaft 💀💀

They can't overpower Icy Darcy and Stormy by themselves. Now normally I would point out that there's a whole ass school of the guys, but there's only 200 of them

MY BABY 🥺🥺🥺😍😍😍

Darcy really wins the award for worst ex girlfriend.

You have shown poor judgment Griffin. That hair and makeup, for example.

The fact that Riven doesnt just run for it, but wants to break Griffin out is the best s1 proof of him being a genuinely good person.

So in the comics, Musa has a heart palpitation when Riven jumps out of Cloud Tower. In the show, it's Sky. Interesting.

Also I love that Riven decided that if he was gonna die here, he was dying on his terms.

Sky: Only a total lunatic would go to Cloud Tower right now. Bloom: thas meeee 🤪 (and also you)

I like Tecna's 4kids answer to "are you crying" better. It's just that your chances of survival are so low is so much funnier than no it's dust

We'll defend it. Saladin you fucking liar. We all know you and Faragonda don't fucking help.

Codatorta just punched that thing. And he did it to save a duckling and a bunny. A true hero.

Why did they need Knut to guide them? They already used these tunnels to get to Cloud Tower....

FOURTEEN DEATH TRAPS. fourTEEN? I know this is a pretty specific reference, but to anyone who may live in Quebec or French speaking parts of Canada (or the world, but I don't think these would have made it this far): do you remember têtes a claques? There's one that lives rent free in my head, but only for this specific line... Pas 1, pas 2, pas 3, mais 14! Willi Waller 2006. Actually realising how old that reference is makes me realise that there's definitely no one here that will know it... Anyways, if you understand French, go watch some têtes a claques. A Willi Waller 2006 was a potato peeler btw. Anyways, now that I've adequately dated myself, back to the show.

What were you saying about being unable to defend yourself? You just charged at garbage spiders without a second thought. (Again, proof that Bloom has no sense of self preservation)

Riven sounded so offended when he said what. Rightfully so.

Knut found the right tunnel? When did he find the time?

[igonecrazy]

Heyyyy 🙈❤️ can I have sth for TFoL pls 🥺

Yesssss yes yes you can <3 <3 <3

soooooooo....the last I left them was at Magnus and Jace recovering from their respective injuries at Magnus's place..under the stern care of one Alec Lightwood.. :P

I have so maaannnyy ideas for this which all currently live rent free in my brain coz i dont know how to charge them..:P

soo...because they cant go anywhere..they're having a movie night at Magnus's..Simon shows up early so he is hanging out with them and they are both sizing him up (their relationship is going to be like Simon is the braincell in this trio :P) aaannd.. Magnus is sitting between Alec and Jace on the couch and Magnus and Jace keep on talking in whispers between the movie and they are talking about how Jace should ask Clary out and Jace is like how can I? i dont think she even likes me and Magnus is like she definitely likes you and they continue this for a while unaware that they are very much audible to everyone in the room and Izzy and Alec are smirking at each other they just love Jace embarrassing himself in front of Clary who is red as tomato and Simon is the one who is finally like would you two stop! we can all hear you! :P

These are a few ideas I had saved in a separate files..these were all supposed to be chapters :) in no particular order..

1

Jace has nightmare, gets into Malec’s bed cuddling Magnus Alec be like huh??

Izzy arrives in the morning and sees them all walk out of Magnus’ bedroom and is like do you boys have some weird arrangement going on that I don’t know about?

2

Magnus’ fashion show, Jace arrives early, they stare at a model named Matt thinking…..doesnt he remind you of someone? They give Matt an eerie wave in the mirror, Raphael is like stop leering at the guy! He looks like Alec, you dumbasses! They go ooooooohh!!

Magnus’ show stopper model Dom hurt, and then Magnus goes wait a min you look like him!!! Jace takes spot as show stopper.

Alec arrives a little late, he is worried about Jace not being there, the show is set to start in 30 minutes, he knows Magnus would be upset a lil if Jace doesn’t show up.

Clary Simon and Izzy arrive, they all get concerned too about Jace, Izzy is like He wont miss this, im more worried about why he isn’t here.

Alec asks Clary if she has seen him, she’s like he texted me an hour and half ago that he was leaving.

Raphael comes over to greet them hears their conversation and goes, “Now I’m more worried that Papa isn’t here either,” he looks at Clary and goes, “are we sure Blondie isn’t cheating on you?”

Clary Raphael!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alec, offended and amused.

Si throws a knowing smirk at Raph, who winks, and Izzy looks at him questioningly.

Then Jace walks out at the end of the show and Alec is relived but also wants to murder him.

Jace and Magnus walk the ramp, Alec is like thank fuck he is my boyfriend or I’d have moved to England.

Magnus pulls Alec up, and they kiss as paps take pictures.

3

Family dinner.

Magnus standing grumpily next to Asmo,

Alec and Izzy are standing on either sides of Maryse, both grumpy.

Maryse and Asmo are annoyed too.

Si, Clary and Jace arrive.

Jace goes and hugs Maryse, gets glared at by Izzy and Alec.

Jace then pulls away from her and grins at Asmodeus, “Papa!” before hugging him too, much to Magnus’ irritation.

Si, chuckles, and Clary who can sense the sour mood on everyone’s face whispers, “What?”

“Raphael said Magnus and Asmodeus had a fight, and Izzy texted me she and Alec had a fight with Maryse, since Jace doesn’t work with either of them and hasn’t fought with them, the kids are a little jealous of the golden boy.”

Clary smiles.

4

Alec cuddles into the warm body as sleep slips away from him. He buries his head in Magnus’ neck and takes a deep inhale as he stretches out his body. Weird! This isn’t what Magnus smells like?

He nuzzles Magnus’ neck and presses a light kiss.

“Mmmm, not Magnus!”

Alec’s eyes snap open and at the sight of blond hair he jumps out of the bed.

“Oh! Fucking hell! Fuck off! You fucking-“

“Stop shouting!” Jace says as he rolls over pulling the covers over his head.

Alec snatches the covers away from him and throws them to the recliner, and proceeds to literally kick his brother off the bed.

“What the hell, Alec!”

“You’re asking me? Me?”

“Do you see anyone else here?”

“You’re not allowed in our bed from now on! I will kick you out if I see you in this fucking bed again!”

“Oh yeah! I didn’t want to wake up to be molested by my brother either! But here we are!”

Alec picks up something off the nightstand, which he would later realize to be his own cell, and threw it at his brother, who ducked just in time.

Magnus entered the room with Chairman in hands just as whatever he had thrown crashed into the wall.

“Dude!”

“Alexander?” Magnus asked, confused, “what’s going on here?”

“He isn’t allowed in our bed anymore, Magnus, that’s final,” he said in lieu of explanation.

Magnus seemed to ponder for a bit before he shrugged, “I can’t say I’m opposed to that, but why the sudden assertiveness?”

“He molested me, that’s why,” Jace said, and this time alec threw a pillow at him.

“What?” Magnus said frowning.

[simpsiren]

about the roommate

park seonghwa x reader

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description. you talk about your weird relationship with the roommate you’ve been with for so long yet still dont know much about

genre. roommates au, fluff, seonghwa hinting at reader that they like them

warnings. nonee

a/n. hihii so i wanted to try writing for ateez since ive been doing a lot of nct ff already. its my first time so i doubt that it’ll be accurate but i got the idea from this post by @darling-akaashi so i hope it will be decent. i never thought that it would be this long but oh well HAHA enjoyy :D

how did you even become roommates with someone like him? you dont even know. all you knew was that you were finding someone to share the apartment rent with and it just so happens that your friend at college, wooyoung, has a friend who was looking for an apartment.

and now here you are. a year and a half of sharing an apartment with seonghwa yet the two of you are in your separate rooms. the only interaction you ever made today was at breakfast where seonghwa cooked for you scrambled eggs and toasted bread.

there’s wasn’t much you knew about him at first. but as you slowly but surely try to accomplish your mission of getting to know seonghwa (since you didn’t like being awkward with people all the time), you start to learn a thing or two about him.

you were glad that after a year and a half of staying with him, you got to know more about him, despite the fact that the interaction between the two of you still needed some work.

[ONE] : he’s a clean freak.

you were feeling tired from a long day of school and all you thought of doing while walking home was to sit on the couch and resume your anime marathon.

you unlock your door to find seonghwa mopping the floor. you nod your head slowly as you close the door and take off your shoes before taking any step further.

“didnt you mop the floor yesterday?” you ask, placing your keys on the kitchen counter along with your bag on the chair of the dining table.

“yeah.” was all you heard from seonghwa as you pour yourself a glass of grape juice. “you dont have to mop again-“

“its a habit.” seonghwa replies simply. with your cup in hand, you make your way to the living room, where seonghwa is currently mopping. you take a seat on the couch and grab the controller to turn on the tv. “hey wanna watch attack on titans with me?” seonghwa was mopping the floor in between the couch you’re sitting on and the coffee table and stops in front of you, raising an eyebrow.

“i dont watch anime?” you furrow your eyebrows and frown. “come on its fun! stop your cleaning and at least watch one episode.” you grab seonghwa’s arm and pull him down to sit next to you, making him flinch a little and quickly placing the mop beside the couch.

“how am i suppose to watch when i dont know what happened before?” you roll your eyes.

“if you find this episode good then you can watch it from the start in your free time.”

seonghwa sighs and and stands up, walking away to keep the mop before taking a seat beside you again and getting comfortable. “this better be worth it. im suppose to clean the toilet right now.”

“that can wait.” you nudge your arm into his chest, making him let out another long sigh before watching the show silently.

[ONE.2]

it was a saturday morning as you went to sleep at 4am. hence, making you wake up at 11am in the morning. however, you have always been laying around in your bed for about an hour or so before getting out of your room. when the clock striked 12, you thought that it would be a good idea to get out of your room and have lunch. gathering up all your energy, you brought yourself out of bed and lazily walk out of your room.

as you walked down the hallway, the first thing you saw was seonghwa cleaning the counter top of the kitchen. you clicked your tongue and walked over to where seonghwa was.

“did you make lunch yet?”

seonghwa looks up at you and shakes his head. “its a saturday so im spring cleaning the house.” you rolled your eyes and shake your head.

“you do that every single day!” you whine. seonghwa raises his eyebrow. “i like to keep the house neat unlike you.” you let out a soft ‘tsk’.

you have to admit, you were not a clean person at all. the only reason why the apartment is clean is because of seonghwa’s habit of being well organised and meticulous. basically everything in the apartment but your room is squeaky clean. although you see seonghwa staring at your room and looked like he’s holding back the strong urge to clean it for you, he doesn’t really do anything about the fact that you are the complete opposite of him. you dont know why but you only shrug it off.

“ill help you today, alright? then you can quickly cook something up for us. im hella hungry right now.”

seonghwa lifts his head up from the table and scoffs with a slight smile. you furrow your eyebrows and frown. “what’s that face for, huh?”

“this is the first time you offered to help. id say thank you but i know you’re only doing it because we both know im the only one that can cook.” seonghwa says confidently. you purse your lips and nodded your head.

“you’re right. but i’ll still help. so, what should i do?” seonghwa tosses the cloth that he was using to clean the kitchen counter. you took a step back as you quickly got a hold of it.

“wash it and wipe the bookshelf.” you let out a long sigh before flashing him a bright smile and headed over to the bookshelf. while you were wiping the sides of the bookshelf, you could have sworn that you saw seonghwa looking at you with a smile and a light blush of pink on his cheeks. you pretended not to notice though, and shrug it off.

[TWO] : he’s a great cook.

you still remember the first day you came to the apartment. the first thing you see your new roommate doing was cleaning. like intense cleaning. it was late at night and you didn’t bother to even greet the stranger since you felt awkward and wanted to rest for the night.

however, at about two in the morning, you were laying down in your room when you felt the need to have a night snack. you stepped out of your room and went to the kitchen. the whole apartment was dark except for the dimly lit lamp at the kitchen. you jumped a little when you hear seonghwa’s voice coming from the living room.

“y/n?” you turn around to see seonghwa chilling on the couch with his phone. the living room was completely dark and you could only see his face from the light illuminating from his phone.

“i was just getting a snack to eat.” you said as you opened the fridge to look for something to eat. unfortunately, there wasnt anything that looked like it would fill your midnight appetite. you hear seonghwa standing up from the couch at the back and walking towards you. you tilted your head to the back and see seonghwa standing behinf you. you tale a step back.

“i can cook something if you want.”

“no no its fine i just need a simple snack.” seonghwa kept quiet for a moment as you went back to the fridge to look for food again, as if something might magically pop up. but of course nothing did.

“well i didnt think of getting any snacks when i moved in. ill make something.” seonghwa walks over to the fridge and nudges your arm, making you move to the kitcen counter and leaning your hip against it as you watch seonghwa get to work.

you were looking through your phone, distracted when you heard the noise of two bowls being olaced on the table. you lift your head up and noticed that seonghwa made yoghurt with cherries and raspberries. it wasnt your idea of a midnight snack but at this point, anything could go in your stomach.

“thanks.” you whisper softly as you drag the bowl near to you. seonghwa only hums in response as the two of you take a bite at the same time. your mouth gapes open as your head slowly tilts up from your bowl to look at seonghwa. he was casually eating when his raises an eyebrow at your weird expression.

“how.. how does this taste so good? what did you do it? did you poison it?!” seonghwa blinks at you a few times and shakes his head slowly. your forehead creases as you look at him suspiciously. “i never really liked yoghurt but holy shit.” you quickly take another bite.

“i think you’re just hungry. it tastes fine to me.” seonghwa says in a monotoned lazy manner and grabs the bowl and taking a seat at the dining table. you purse your lips into a straight line and grab your bowl as well and walking down the hallway to your room. before you open your door to go in, you quickly turn your head to the dining table.

“thanks for the yoghurt! ill wash the bowl later.” seonghwa doesnt react, keeping his eyes on his phone. you gave a weird look before heading inside. you sigh.

he’s going to be hard to talk to.

[TWO.2]

“its your birthday, right?” your jumped in your seat when seonghwa suddenly appeared beside you on the couch. “uhuh.. how’d you know?” you say softly, nodding your head.

“wooyoung told me. lll make you a cake or something. anything you want to eat?” you blink at him a few times, your mouth still gaping open as you were shocked about a few things. 1. he talking to you in a more open matter and 2. he actually want to make you something for your birthday.

“make me mac and cheese, please! i love the way you cook it!” you smiled brightly. seonghwa smiled back and coughed, only to return to his monotoned face. you laugh softly. you found it cute somehow.

“i wouldn’t have allowed it since its unhealthy but since its your birthday-”

“thank you!” you leaned in to hug seonghwa. the didnt hug you back, so you quickly pulled away. you noticed him blushing again, this time it was more obvious. you shook it off, despite knowing you felt butterflies in your stomach. “ill go out to get groceries then.” seonghwa stands up from the couch and heads inside his room to get ready.

you smiled to yourself constantly as you waited for seonghwa to finish making the mac and cheese. you sigh in satisfaction as the smell of the delicious food fills the air in the apartment. you tapped your feet excitedly as you had your eyes glued onto seonghwa with the pan in his hands. your face lit up the moment the starts walking towards you. you clap your hands as he places it down on the dining table.

“fuck it smells and looks to good.” you moan out. seonghwa lets out a soft laugh, making you blush just from hearing him do that. “if i made this any other day, i would’ve asked you to pay for the groceries.” you roll your eyes.

“come on dont be rude to me.” you grab a fork and spoon, bringing your plate near the pan and cutting out a slice for yourself. “thanks for the mac and cheese.” seonghwa only nods his head and took a slice for himself before the two of you ate together slowly, indulging the savoury and amazing taste of one of seonghwa’s best dishes he has ever made dor you.

you appreciated times like thae with seonghwa. alrhough not much interaction was made during meal times, you really felt that he cared for you. making meals you like on special occasions, and he’s always asking you what you want to eat, despite the fact that he might not be comfortable with the idea, he doesn’t fail to whip up a great meal. you liked that about seonghwa.

[THREE] : he’s a great listener.

you basically the worse day that day. for some reason, everything just had to go wrong. the only thing you felt the whole day were anger and sadness, more so towards anger. it was late at night yet you were still fuming in anger, only wanting to let it all out the moment you stepped into the apartment.

you unlocked the door and dropped your bag beside you and slammed the door shut. of course the piercing sound of the door made seonghwa lift his head up in an instant. you notice him laying down on the couch with his phone and usual.

stomping over to the kitchen, you pour yourself a glass of cold water. you chugged the whole cup of water fast and forcefully place the cup on the counter. you clearly felt seonghwa’s eyes on you. you look up from your cup and notice him looking shocked, his mouth gaping open slightly.

“what?” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

“you okay...?” you hear seonghwa ask. “does it look like im okay? today felt as if i entered a shit hole.” you huff. you made your way over to the couch, leaving your empty cup on the counter.

“move your ass.” you hiss at seonghwa. he raises an eyebrow and gets up from his laying position, proceeding to sit up and let you take a seat beside him.

you sit down and let your body sink into the couch, laying your head back as you sigh to calm yourself down. “what happened?” seonghwa whispers, putting away his phone and turning his attention to you.

you purse your lips into a thin line and slowly looked up at him. his eyes were filled with concern and his voice was gentle too. he hasn’t been this concerned about you before.

“apparently i got my best friend to dress up all cute and fancy so that she can have a date with my boyfriend behind my back.” you scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. you see seonghwa licking his lips nervously as he nodded his head.

“a shit show if you ask me. i saw him waiting for her in front of the shop i was working at.” you grab the pillow behind you and hug it close to your chest with you digging your face into it. “just how cruel can people get?” your voice was muffled but you knew seonghwa heard you loud and clear. you felt his hand resting on your back, patting it gently.

“its fine. rant all you want.” you took a deep breath and slammed the pillow onto your lap. you felt that it made seonghwa jump a little but he never fails to keep his composure in check. you could never be like him.

the night, all you did was talk, cried and screamed your heart out. and seonghwa was there to just listen to you. he didn’t react much, but he did nod a few times hear and there to let you know that he understood what you were saying. he wasnt so affectionate that he would hug you when you cried, but it felt good to just have him sit there with you while you let out all your anger and frustration. you figured that having him as your listener was his way of showing comfort for you.

[THREE.2]

it was 4am. you and seonghwa have been drinking since 2am. why? you had a bad day and you felt rhe need to destress with some alcohol. seonghwa wouldn’t have allowed you to get drunk but he was apparently having a bad day too and felt like he wanted to get a little drunk to forget everything that day.

“dont you know how fucking stupid that is? it only happens to me. why?!” you groan as you take down another shot. seonghwa fills up your cup again.

“just forget them. they’re being idiots.” seonghwa whispers. you gap your mouth open and roll your eyes. “how can i forgot something like that?!” you shout angrily, slamming your hand on the table. seonghwa laughs in a lazy manner.

“you’re cute when you’re mad.”

“excuse me?” you tilt your head to the side, wondering if you heard seonghwa’s words clearly.

“nothing.” you shrug it off and shake your head.

“by the way..” you started off. seonghwa lifts his head up from the table and lets out a ‘hm?’

“why arent you telling me why you’re drinking? you don’t normally do this. you dont even let me drink unless its a special occasion. i rarely see you drunk.”

seonghwa raises both his eyebrows and sigh. “i had a bad day. but yours sounds worse so ill let you do all the ranting.” seonghwa starts playing with his shot glass, circling his index finger around its rim.

you clicked your tongue. “but its always been about me. you cook me my favourite meals, you do all the cleaning and you’re always here for me when im pissed. i feel bad about it..” you quickly glance at seonghwa. its the blushing again. you started to accept the fact that you had an effect on him, instead of avoiding the fact that he might have feelings for you.

“i guess im always doing those things because...” he leans forward over the table, getting close to your face. you start to grow nervous and your heart started beating quickly. you held a fist to your chest, breathing slowly to calm you down, but it failed. its the first time you’ve seem seonghwa like this. he looked... hot?

“do you know the answer?” seonghwa asks, tilting his head to the side as you watch his eyes glaze over you whole face as if he’s admiring every inch of it.

“no?” your breathing stopped for a moment when seonghwa gets even closer. this time, your noses were touching. seonghwa chuckles lowly. why did that sound so good all of a sudden?

“i know that you know. i wonder why you’re shying away.” seonghwa’s lips immediately connected with yours. you blinked your eyes rapidly as you tried to process the situation. you couldn’t hold back. his lips felt great against yours. its like all the worries that have been piling up in you have been washed away from a simple kiss.

who knew you’d get this close to your mysterious roommate? its a drastic start to a good relationship nonetheless.

[feigncourage-moved]

gimme your thoughts on “some things never change”

literally lives in my head rent free. so much can be deduced from that line alone but esp when looked at with the rest of kurt/nick’s dynamic. i Will Not rewatch a single scene in preparation for this rant bc frankly i do not need to i just Know Things when it comes to kurt

but like. its pretty clear that even though kurts the one in charge around camp that nick calls the shots, it takes exactly 0 seconds for him to convince kurt that ziggy has to stay at camp (seemingly for the third or fourth time since this is Strike Five) and kurt backs down without hesitation, just falls for every little word out of nicks mouth. even though im pretty sure its stated that nicks on his first year as counselor? kurt definitely isnt if hes running the show, which then makes me think that kurt was still following nick around and taking orders from him while nick was a camper which honestly just. Speaks To the level of power nick had over him i think

like i definitely think some level of what she’s saying is bc Everyone in shadyside bows down to the goode family but the way she says it is clearly So Personal and the way it makes kurt turn away and run a hand through his hair with a sigh and go “i hate that little bitch” just proves that she Knows What She’s Talking About and its definitely not the first time she’s called him out on being absolutely Whipped

and yes this has nothing to do specifically with that line but the fact that we later see kurt literally grasping at nick and nick giving him instructions on how to save everyone and nick following instructions down to the letter i think just further reinforces that he follows every little command that nick gives him without second thought, probably sees nick as a leader inherently because of his family, potentially even thinks nick is gonna end up taking his role as head counsellor as soon as he’s had more than one year as a counsellor. (also i cant believe nick did All That on his first year as counsellor. did he really not want to come back for another year)

BUT ALSO i think its very interesting that he also immediately jumps to “did you do this” when he sees nick all bloody and again that has nothing to do w “some things never change” but i Am Intrigued and i think it tells us A Lot about the kurt/nick dynamic without having to explicitly say anything like kurt clearly admires and looks up to nick a lot with how quick he is to follow him around like a lost puppy but the fact that he not only thinks nick is entirely capable of killing joan but the fact that its his immediate thought when nick is bloody? he doesnt think someone else is dead he specifically thinks nick did it. thats Interesting to me and i just think it says a Lot which also makes me wonder like. what if he’s only following nick around so much out of something kind of like Fear where he’s somehow seen or worked out that nick is capable of Bad Things and he’s just working Very Hard to be on nick’s good side. with how shitty kurts mom is and yet how attached he is to her it’s not hard to believe that kurt would align himself with someone who ultimately reminds him of her, be it due to having A Lot of power over him (and everyone else) or due to the general attitude.

this got long and i feel like i actually didnt talk about that line at all but. the way nick kind of looks Exhausted when she says it and the way it obviously annoys kurt even more just makes it Very Clear in my head that nick is the boss of kurt (and by extension the Whole Camp) and everyone knows it

actually but i have more to say. because “some things never change” kind of implies that Something Else has changed. that either something has changed or something was Meant to change. and ig you could just argue that its bc this has been going on for years or that its bc nick just became a counsellor this year and kurt only probably became one the year before or two years before but. some things never change. but some things do change? what changed. tell me what changed.

[pocket-clown]

A Place in your Home; A Place in your Heart | Arthur Fleck x reader 

// original request: Hi! I love your writings 💖 and I shyly wanted to request something. ^^ I wonder if you could write about Reader that has a difficult situation and has to find a new place to live, but doesnt have enough money? Arthur wants to help her and offers her that she can live with him. They've not dated for long but it's serious and the're much in love. She wants to move in with him, but she's afraid it wouldn not work out for many reasons, but eventually she agrees and Arthur is immensely happy. ^^

// A/N: This originally was going to be a longer fic, but I’ve been struggling with writing yet again, so I figured breaking it down into headcanons was easier than taking eons longer to write something more detailed.

thanks for the request, @dont-be-alarmed

It had been nearly three weeks since you were given the news, the words barely making their way over the fuzzy phone lines, voice as uncaring as ever.

Due to a better suited tenant making an offer, your lease was not going to be renewed, and you needed to be out by the end of the month - no if, ands, or buts about it.

Your lifestyle was a hand to mouth one; paycheck to paycheck, your weekly earnings were just enough to cover rent and basic necessities with little left over to save, splurges on luxuries being an occasional, very rare treat.

With your rainy day savings, your actual savings, and the total accumulation of the profit you made from selling various items that you could, you barely had enough to cover even a deposit on any of the nearby apartments - let alone deposit, and the first month’s rent. 

In short, you were screwed.

You were screwed, and it was eating at you. Day and night, the thought loomed over you like the piles of trash that littered the city, threatening to topple over on passersby at any moment. 

Had you been given a much more reasonably timed heads up, it wouldn’t have been even half an issue, yet you were left to do nothing but lay in bed, eyes burning as you stared at the television, seeing but not really watching the program on it. You’d been pulled from your restless sleep by the sound of a glass bottle dropping and shattering somewhere outside, and given that it was nearly four in the morning, you were about to give up on sleep. 

Even in your sleepy haze, did the weight of the situation hit you like a truck, your stomach tightening with anxiety, the churning twist of panic, worry, and hopelessness making your eyes blur with tears as you shifted your gaze to the ceiling.

You couldn’t help but almost pitifully chuckle at that - soon, there wouldn’t even be a ceiling for you to cry over.

December was nearly on its last legs with Christmas just around the corner; the days of autumn bleeding into those of winter as you found yourself growing more and more grateful each day that your boyfriend’s apartment was one of the few that had a functioning heating system. Temperatures dipped below freezing more often than not, and you often had to take a moment to brace yourself before you stepped outside as the air’s freeze physically hurt sometimes - your eyes, nose, and fingers on the days you forgot your gloves stinging from the wind, while any exposed skin reddened from the nip of the wind. 

It was thoughts of days like those that made you brief a sigh of relief and sink back into the couch of Arthur’s living room, one of his softest blankets fluffed and draped around your body as you curled your legs under yourself, warm and safe from the harsh weather outside, and the even harsher population of the city.

It was also thoughts of days like those that reminded you that this wasn’t going to last. 

“Love, what’s on your mind?”

As in tune with your emotions as ever, Arthur noticed that you were particularly quiet that evening, lost in your thoughts as you didn’t even pay any mind to the television - set to the weekly airing of The Murray Franklin Show.

You hadn’t even told Arthur what was going on, the fear of stressing your already overworked boyfriend out keeping you from opening your mouth. 

“Huh? Oh - nothing,” You blinked, turning your attention from the carpet to the television. “I’m just tired.” You spoke, fingertips picking at the frayed hem of the blanket currently wrapped around your body.

Another hint for Arthur: no Art, no Artie tacked on the end to your reply. From the corner of your eye could you see him through the passthrough, eyeing you from his spot at the kitchen counter where he was taking the utmost care to not spill the mug of hot chocolate he was making you as he stirred it.

Even though your relationship was hardly out of its infancy, you both knew each other well enough to tell when something was wrong. Arthur was already so very in tune with your emotions, so you knew he wasn’t just going to let your morose mood go without a question or two, and you knew yourself enough to know that something about Arthur’s concern hit a soft spot in your heart, rendering you unable to keep much from him once he managed to get into your head. 

He seemed almost sad as he now stood in the entrance to the living room, his lips settled into a thin line as he kept his eyes trained on you. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze, the guilt from keeping something so major from him eating at you, but the uncertainty and apprehension of not only how you’d bring it up with Arthur, but how he’d react.

One of your worst fears was Arthur jumping on the opportunity to have you live with him. Not because you didn’t want to, not because you didn’t trust him or anything of the sort - but Arthur had a habit of putting the needs of others, especially your own, miles above his own. Money was much tighter for him than it was for you, and hell you had no idea if even combining incomes would be much help. No doubt that it would be some, but whether it would be enough, especially given the uncertain job climate of Gotham, left you scratching your head. 

Arthur took a seat next to you, the drink he brought you placed on the coffee table, and with a deep breath, you let it spill out faster than you really meant for it to.

Your lease was ending in just over a week. Your landlord had no intent of renewing it because someone else was moving in, and you had no money to move elsewhere yet, even after your best efforts at earning enough. You had no where to go, nothing to do, no way to remedy the situation - and time was running out.

Hell, you had no idea if at this point you even could do anything beyond accepting the inevitable.

“Why... don’t you stay here?” 

Arthur’s meek, yet hopeful voice raising such a suggestion made your ears perk up. You hadn’t even thought about that - but immediately did you know that it wouldn’t work. At least not yet.

“Art - I can’t do that, you know I can’t.” You couldn’t look at him as you spoke, the thought��of being able to live in with him making your heart skip a beat, but the knowledge that it almost most definitely was not realistic at the moment making it hard to swallow.

“Why can’t you?”

“It won’t work - it’s not going to work.”

Though instantly you regret speaking those words, wincing once you realized what they implied. You knew Arthur and his anxieties well enough to know that it wasn’t improbable that he took “it won’t work” as meaning, you didn’t have enough faith in your relationship for it to work.

“ - Not like that,” You were quick to correct yourself, hoping to save the situation before it became more angst ridden. “I mean, living together. At least right now. Money is already tight for you, isn’t it? And I mean, it’s not like my own job is the most stable right now.”

“Y/N, do you really think that matters?” Arthur looked almost angry as he spoke, as if the fact that you were concerned about finances was ridiculous in such a situation. You knew Arthur enough to know he wasn’t actually mad, at least not at you, but still on edge at the threat of your loss of shelter. “You’ll be homeless, and - and who knows what could happen to you out there -” The hitch in Arthur’s breath as he spoke, coupled with the way his left hand gripped at the fabric of his trousers clued you in that this was something extremely distressing for him. 

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, yet you refused to let them fall as you blinked them away. “Arthur -”

“Please,” Arthur’s hand shot out for your own, his warm from holding the hot drink previously as he held your hand tight in his own. “Y/N, please.. Don’t worry about money, we’ll figure it out - but it’s dangerous, it’s awful out there and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you -” 

Had you not stopped him midsentence with a gentle “Hey -”, you’d no doubt Arthur would’ve either succumbed to a fit of laughter, tears, or both.

“ - Arthur, hey,” Your free hand that wasn’t kept in his own reached for his shoulder, tugging gently on the fabric of that brown cardigan you so loved, pulling him closer to you. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder, his breath just barely noticeable against the fabric of your chest. “I dont... I don’t know what I’d do, either - Arthur I just don’t want to add more to your plate, you’re already so overworked, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

You could feel Arthur shake his head at your words, but he didn’t speak - not that you blamed him.

With your lips now pressed to the top of his head, you took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. That comforting scent you’ve come to love and seek out within the few months you’ve been with him - the scent you, really, wouldn’t mind being surrounded by all of the time. 

“We’ll try,” You said finally, not missing how Arthur seemed to tense up at your words. “Arthur I... would love to stay here - I would, love to live with you. It’s going to take some time to adjust - never mind actually making the move - but... I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

You could’ve laughed at how Arthur shot up at this, his eyes wide as he seemed full of disbelief for a moment before your own reassuring smile sparked a growing grin on his face. “Do you really mean it, Y/N?”

“Waking up with, going to bed next to, coming home to you doesn’t sound all too bad, the more I think about it,” You whispered, your body finding its way to Arthur’s as his arms pulled you close. 

Maybe this home wouldn’t be so bad. 

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[armedwithapencilandpaper]

hxh or my hero academia for the blorbo post??

YES THANK YOU KATRINA @katsintriis :DDDD

for my hero academia:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

you know. Everyone knows. Aoyama my beloved <3

it should be also be known that im not even hyperfixating on my hero in general. i am here for one thing and one thing only (okay that last part isnt ENTIRELY true, lmao)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

this ones kinda weird cus this isnt how id define a scrunkly... but If we’re talking cuteness, it’s Eri for sure! Tsu might qualify for this position too, im not sure :thinking: (tho as far as LOOKS go, when i think scrunkly i think of… a damp cat. I think the person who gets closest in that department is shinsou, lmao) or, OH! actually monoma might be pretty scrunkly. i think monoma is my final answer.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

this one and glup shitto are so hard cus most obscure characters are ALSO underrated… I think ill say Kodai Yui for this one! Yui doesnt rlly have a canon personality, but one of my rp friends played her for a long time, and i love his yui so she gets to go here <3 (OH also Magne cus she deserved better, sob)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

YANAGI REIKO i rp as her and i love her <3 (i did many threads between reiko and yui, v cute friendship) reikos a weird little ghost girl. She has little to no canon personality aside from being a huge horror/scary story nerd whose vocabulary consists of spooky-sounding, sometimes archaic words XD (now that i think about it shes a lil scrunkly-looking- ANYWAY,)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

omg tokoyami and tamaki. Neither of them are problematic or even unpopular but they,,,, theyre both such poor little meow meows XDDD

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

hawks. I think. Id maybe say mineta but tbh hes so small and also a child id feel kinda bad tbh. Hawks, however… fuckin. Annoying asshole LMAO.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

endeavor, of course. I dont rlly dislike him as a CHARACTER, at least not for the most part- so far i think its interesting how his different kids react to his attempts at redemption. as for me tho i dont give a shit if hes sorry, its superhell for him KSDJFHKDSJHF

OH ALSO HORIKOSHI HIMSELF FUCK YOU BRO

for hxh:

disclaimer that i havent watched hxh in quite a while, so my knowledge is pretty surface-level 😔

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

augh can i answer gon AND killua as a unit for this one??? their dynamic rlly lives rent free in my head. its just,,,,, chefs kiss, excellent. i could talk about it for hours but i will spare you. you already know all of it, i dont need to explain it to you XD

(i also love kurapika so so much but i feel like he doesnt super fit any of these categories, so he gets an honorable mention here eheheh)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

OKAY ACTUALLY, leorio is EXTREMELY scrunkly-looking. but in the case of what this one is ACTUALLY ASKING, ill agree with you, kat- gon!!! hes such a sweetheart, just a baby, i love him so dearly. hes such a great character i would probably jump off a cliff if he told me to

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

fjhksjfh kat i know you said you dont think of her as underappreciated but my knowledge is so surface-level im going with melody... after i saw her in the anime for the first time i just could not stop thinking about her. i made a custom design in animal crossing based off her clothes. my beloved i care her so much

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

i think... ponzu or pokkle??? like i said its been a very long time since i last watched it so i could be totally wrong, but i think i remember liking at least one of them (and i know theyre not ALL that obscure but yknow kjdhkjhf)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

gonna copy you again and say killua. im sure hes widely liked but like. he fits the type in one way, and youre right about the killing people thing, LMAO. but yeah fr hes just a sad little kid and he needs a hug and some hot chocolate or something

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

i was gonna say hisoka but hed probably like it. so ill say anyone from killuas family (alluka excluded ofc)

i know they practice being ready for torture all the time but like. theres all sorts of ways to torment people. and besides, even the zoldyks must have their limits

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

hisoka. (and an honorable mention to chrollo)

[thechangeling]

I would love to finish it some day but everytime I start i just go "yeah this absolutely sucks delete"

I have started it 5 times

It lives rent free in my head

BASICALLY

He gets taken cause their in a final battle and they want to take the first heir and he sacrifices himself cause he loves kit and cant stand the idea of them taking him Statistically hed be the only one to be able to get out since the cohort doesnt know about Livvy and hed have someone to help him escape since he can communicate with her

So the cohort wants info (which is why when taking kit proved to be impossible the settled for ty since a graduated centurion was sure to have information)

But once hes there they start asking him very specific info and hes like

Wait

If I escape now I wont know whats going on

(Pls bare with me in my plot cohort is working with all the princes of hell but like no one knows and they think their just working with one and like the twp is sherlock style where they start uncovering mysteries that all tie into the cohort/ princes of hell reveal and yes)

So basically he manages to get out to overhear some WILD things and put a lot if shit together from the different things they've uncovered

But-

He accidentmy gets a bit carried away (I mean you've been figuring all this out for almost a year it gets exciting, and utterly terrifying)

He gets caught

Locked under harsher conditions

Figures out "Ok so their working with a prince of hell'

"I need to get this info to someone stat'

"But I certainly cant escape, they know I listened, theyre not killing because they still want some information (said information actually being about some records tbey found from 1903👀 (aka they want to erase belials defeat to hide Cordelia Carstairs defeated Belial once proving taking down a Prince of hell is possible ) If I were to leave theyd just go back to look for my team in hopes to find me to kill me for good and id not only be putting myseñf in danger but everyone

So his mind just jumps to sherlock and it almost makes him laugh how obvious the answer is

Fake his death

Dissapear long enougv for the word of his death to spread a bit and then go back with the info

*insert smart thinge because ya girl is dumb*

Livvy kinda does the thing where their connection severes and ty almost dies

They think hes dead

They throw out the body

Hes not actually dead hes alive

And yeah idk how to write it cause i cant write and im fustrated i cant write BUT THE IDEA-

Yeah I get what you're saying. I'm personally terrible at plotting out stories. It's why I never write chaptered fics. So idk how to make that work but it looks really interesting. I love the sheer chaos of Ty just being like YES IT IS TIME TO FAKE MY DEATH. Because that's totally a reasonable solution. We truly stan nd chaos.

But we love to see self sacrificing Ty. We stan idiots in love honestly.

[sarah-sandwich]

✨u msgd me first so ill msg bacc!✨ is there a scene or moment youve written that just rlly stuck w u, and is there a scene/moment that lives rent free in ur head but doesnt particularily make sense, pfffft yeas- and What are they fjdjjdjf-

You didn’t have to but I’m glad you did!!! 🥰🥰🥰

There are scenes in all of my fics that are like The Scene that I think of when I think of that fic. For Don’t Freak Out it’s their first kiss in the backseat of the car but also when they’re stargazing and fall asleep together. That was *chef’s kiss* the Big Moment for me in that fic. For You’re Freaking Out it’s the final battle at the end. I put so much into that chapter and reworked it so many times trying to get it to come out right so that it was the big payoff that it needed to be to validate the 300k it took to get there. I still question if it’s good enough but like, it’s out of my hands now so it is what it is!

I know this isn’t what you were looking for with your second question but I wrote down an idea a long time ago for an endgame fix it fic but like...idk if I can make it work or if I even want to commit to something as big as it would be or that would hurt me personally so badly haha

but basically it would be broken into three parts: the snap, the return, and the reset.

The Snap:

Peter wakes up inside the soul stone after getting snapped and there’s trillions of beings from all over the universe in there right? So he sort of knows what happened and that they lost and this is the price but he doesn’t know what THIS is or who of his people might be here. So without anything better to do he wanders, trying to find anyone he knows but it’s impossible bc it’s an endless expanse of orange nothing and there are trillions of beings all trapped and wandering with him. So instead he makes a territory for himself that he safeguards as spider-man and people know spider-man so if enough people recognize him and talk about him then eventually his people might hear and come and find him. It works but it doesn’t. Over the five years he’s stuck in there a lot of humans find their way to his zone and a lot of them have various NYC accents and sensibilities but may, ned, mj, none of them ever arrive. Some of the avengers stop by and tell him he’s doing well but they move on, helping where they can and trusting him to manage on his own. He becomes friends with this boy who has a southern accent and insists he knew iron man but that’s beside the point

The Return:

Then between one blink and the next he’s alive and on titan. In the soul stone they didn’t age, hunger, or tire. Everything had a muted, distant quality like your head was stuffed with cotton and there was a thin layer of nothing and yet something separating you from everyone and everything. Like you weren’t quite there. So suddenly coming alive with no warning and having all of his sensory input come flooding back for the first time in 5 years has him on the verge of a panic attack when Dr. Strange grabs him by the shoulder and tells him they need to go now, that the big fight is underway and they can’t be late or they lose for real this time. So he stumbles through a portal with the guardians and arrive in wakonda and then they’re all getting ready to make the big jump together to NY when D.S. takes him aside and is like, "Things will get worse before they get better. Keep in mind, this isn't the end. Not yet." And they go through and endgame happens. tony dies. Thanos and his minions get snapped. the end, right?

No not yet.

The funeral. Meeting Harley. Harley stays in NYC bc while mama and Abbie didn’t get snapped... well he was driving them all to church when he got dusted and he always did take those backroads too fast. When he came back it was in the middle of the road next to a faded white cross in the ditch (do you see what i mean about hurting myself oh goddd). They bond and fall in love and share their grief. And there’s something familiar about Harley. He can’t figure it out but when he really strains his memory he gets glimpses of orange and the impression of dust that doesn’t stick to clothes or hands and the feeling of being trapped like a bug in a jar. After awhile he stops trying to remember.

okay so this is where it gets sketchy. Peter goes back in time to fix everything so that the snap never happened in the first place. Not just to save Tony and Harley’s family that he never got to meet, but to save the entire universe from this grief and depression and lost feeling trying to move forward and figure out how to recover because like harley knows, like wanda knows, like everyone who loved natasha knows, not everyone was brought back by the snap. He would have to go back via magic, otherwise he’d just create a new timeline and abandon all of his people to go live in it and that would be fucked up. So magic. But how? Why wait? idk bud I’m just the author

but anyway he goes with harley’s blessing (or maybe not?? maybe he vanishes not knowing whether or not harley would try and stop him but knowing it would make it so much harder to go through with it if he knew harley disapproved) and promises to make everything right and that brings us to

The Reset:

So obviously this is where he’d fix it right? He’d make sure they won and that Thanos didn’t snap and that he was soundly defeated and you know, incarcerated or whatever (you can tell that’s the boring part for me haha--it’s also been done a million times so like, i feel like it doesn’t need to be fully hashed out, you know? b r o a d s t r o k e s)

Only like...he only met Harley bc he came to Tony’s funeral and they were the only two people their age there and there was that weird magnetic familiarity that they both felt and later deduced was because they knew each other somehow someway while they were in the soul stone (although no one has full memories of being in that place). With Tony alive and well and expecting baby Morgan, there’s no reason for Harley to come to new york and no reason for him to even know his name. He misses him.

But then Harley does comes to new york like he always planned once abbie graduated high school. He bullies tony into getting him an internship position while he attends nyu, same as peter. Peter's a mess "meeting" the boy he's in love with for the “first time”. To Harley, he's a stranger Peter's seen him at his darkest and lowest point. A point that he stopped from happening so thoroughly that, not only does Harley not know the first thing about Peter, he’s never even experienced his own darkest and lowest point. This Harley is different from the Harley he left behind. They don’t share the same hurts. They don’t have the same bond. It hurts it hurts it hurts so badly to be around him and have to constantly stay on guard, careful to keep track of what this Harley knows Peter knows about him. It hurts that he has so utterly lost the love of his life and his most trusted confidant.

This is the other part that hurts me. Idk how to make it a happy ending. Idk how to get them both on the same page again. I don’t think I can unless I pull some magic mumbo jumbo and let Harley dream walk Peter’s memories. Which would be COOL but again idk how to make it happen.

SO ANYWAY this is absolutely not what you wanted but here it is anyway. Sorry I love you I hope you have a good day after you wake and read this monstrosity 😬✌✨💛💖😘

[arks-self-ship]

The main Baby Blue Boys!

So I like to jump around AUs with my F/O N//ightcrawler, and with M//arvel’s multiverse that makes it easy! But I do have a few main base versions of my F/O that most of these AUs are built off!

Blue: Blue is the generic 6/16 base, He’s a sweet boy.

Goldy: Ultimates but if ignoring a lot of canon. Super gay and sometimes ends up leaving the x//men with my S/I so he can begin to actually heal from his tramua. I tend to use this one a lot because I like angst. Warning: due to the canon I pull from his behavior can often be considered borderline "yandere" so feel free to avoid that, but he's non violent just very possessive. My S/I knows how to deal with that and is very good at setting boundaries with him.

Three: Three is a version of Ultimates who was in the W//eapon X program much much longer. In canon it was implied he was there for less than a year (Even saying “all these months in this horrible place” and a scientist dude saying something about a few months ago too) but in this AU he was there for almost 3 years and it kind of broke him. He’s a lot tougher, stronger and scarier and often seems to be very distant and grumpy but he does have a huge soft spot for my S/I. Unlike Ulti and canon ultimates he has no problem with killing anymore, but tries to only do it if he has too. He usually has a knife made of mysterious material (not metal, but looks metallic and is as strong as a//damantium) that he’s very attached to and always has on him. The knife was sometimes given to him by my S/I sometimes it was stolen from the person who tormented him at W//eapon X. Very protective of my S/I

Nighty: Kind of a mix of E//volution and a bit of the A//pocalypse movie version. Just a really sweet goof who’s not always sure what he’s doing. Usually already struggling with his sexuality when my S/I shows up. Mischievous baby who just likes to cause (mostly) harmless problems. Very very casual best friend vibes with my S/I until whoops they kiss! (bro...) Still keep things very casual after though. Usually has a secret dating trope thrown in for extra shenanigans. Aged up, usually having just entered or about to start college but has known my S/I for a few years. (Please note I only ship with him because I was the same age as he was in canon when I first started shipping with him and he aged with me. It's the same storyline as back then)

Baddy (under construction, not available for asks): Villian AU and also kinda a Soulmate AU where Kurt works with his parents as part of a family "bussiness" that involves a lot of robberies and theft. When my S/I comes along and they finally meet he brings them into the family bussiness. They're more "be gay do crime" than world domination so it's mostly stuff like stealing from the rich, vandalism and random destruction of property, and just fucking with super heroes at random cause they get bored. They got a particular beef with the X/Men cause they were really shitty to my S/I when they first got there. VERY protective of my S/I

For Hire (Inactive, not available for asks): Kind of another Villain AU that's a combination of Three and Baddy. After escaping W/eapon X and learning it was shut down Kurt was left alone in the world with his only skills being sneaking and killing. In this AU he became a mercenary for hire, killing or stealing so he could have enough money to survive. When my S/I comes along they team up, constantly taking jobs just to meet rent each month and be able to eat. He does all the killings, but they work together for everything else. They're constantly butting heads with the X//men. In some storylines eventually get a redemption arc, joining the X//men but secretly whoever is in charge (be it X/avier, L/ogan or Scott) is having them take people who are to dangerous out (X/Force 2008-2012 style) so they can stay somewhere safe to live and not worry if they're going to be able to eat that night. Very very protective of my S/I, includes a frenzy mode where he sort of loses touch with everything around him and just kills anything that isn't my S/I.

Big Blue: Based on the 2015 X//men inferno S/ecret Wars thing where N/ightcrawler gets his soul ripped out and is turned into a monster by D/arkChild. Slightly different than canon where G/oblin queen doesnt kill off his mind and at some point my S/I is able to use their empath powers to sever the control D/arkchild has over him (although for plot reasons how they break him out of the control varies depending on what I wanna do). Usually involves them helping him find his soul again, and once he gets it his mind is still kind of broken but he’s closer to normal and able to transform back and forth between his beast form and a slightly different version of his normal self (look varies, usually has horns, longer fur on his forearms and claws). But hey hes got a bunch of sweet new powers! And after kind of going feral in his beast form and killing D/arkchild he becomes basically a scabbard for the S/oulsword, which both he and my S/I can wield. Tends to be extremely protective of my S/I and in constant need of attention

Kid: based on the Kid N/ightcrawler from the 2012 X/-treme X/men series, classic kid genius and usually around 14 like canon. Non-Romantic character!!! Usually a little brother figure for my S/I! Unlike in canon he did not die in the X/termination event (only x/avier did), instead having serious injuries and losing his left leg and messing up his ability to teleport to the point even a couple teleports will completely wipe him out. His Earth’s version of my S/I was a huge hero, considered one of the big five (alongside S/piderman, Capt M/arvel, T/hor, and B/lack P/anther) so he’s very star stuck and admires them a lot. Sometimes shows up if my S/I gets knocked out of their dimension and needs to go home, othertimes my S/I is a part of their team with a romantic version of NC on the team too cause I do what I want

Red: A/OA based K//urt D//arkholme, and follows canon up to the point of X/termination, where he also didn’t die but his reality was sealed off and he can’t go home. Due to what happened with X/force he instead takes up the offer to travel with the X/treme x/men and continue to dimension hop and help other realities. Not always romantic (but it depends on the AU) and is instead usually an almost mentor to my S/I. Often also is a mentor to Kid as the two are usually coexisting in whatever AU this is and helps him with his powers. Very stoic and kind of grumpy, but secretly cares a lot about this team.

Band: Kind of a mix of Goldy and Three, having left the X//men to join my S/I’s band, reasons vary depending on what I want to do, usually its due to the severe manipulation of X//avier and just how it was destroying his mental health. Tends to kind of split from here, sometimes he ends up the lead singer with my S/I on guitar, or my S/I as the singer and him as the drummer who likes to not be seen by the audience so his drums are kept in a dark spot of the stage. I generally default to two storylines too, sometimes he stays in his original world and trying to help m//utants as best he can and refusing to talk about his time in the X-men. The other storyline is for whatever reason the band ends up reality hopping, going from multiverse to multiverse and setting up camp for awhile and playing their music there. This is the angstier version and often ends up featuring Nighty or just general E//volution Kurt cause I like angst sometimes. Generally a very casual AU that i just like to think about when listening to music. Band is very much punk/ punk rock.

Real quick, when I talk about a U/ltimate’s universe I mean my own AU of it because what I do is ignore huge parts of canon because I feel the writers were trying to be edgy and tackle a lot of social issues of the time and sadly my baby blue in that got the shit end of the stick on being nice about some stuff because he was religious. I ignore all of that because Its my F/O and I’ll do what I want. I’m honestly not a fan of u/ltimates and just like to snag certain character dynamics, backstory and design and mix it with 6/16

[having-a-freddie-time]

save me

summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt.

warnings: doctor talk, fluff, tiny bit of angst, very sad family reunion, tears lol, some cussing. angst at the end tho lol

a/n: this part will be both fluffy and sad! also, it makes me so happy that so many people are wanting to be tagged in this!! please feel free to shoot me an ask, message or comment if you want to be tagged!! enjoy <3

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"Mummy...?"

You couldn't believe what you were seeing right in front of you. Your mom, dad and twin brother were standing right before your eyes. Tears poured down your cheeks, your vision blurry from the salty liquid. You stood up from the wheelchair and ran into the arms of your family. You all held onto to each other, you ignored the soreness coursing throughout your body as you felt tight arms wrapped around you. You bawled into your dad's shoulders as your brother rubbed your back and your mom ran her fingers through your hair. Ben watched, his heart growing warm as he witnessed you in your happiest state. You dreamt of seeing your family again, although it was under better circumstances, but that didnt matter. They were finally there, holding you and making you feel safe.

After five minutes of crying and grabbing at eachother, the four you finally pulled away from one another. With tear stained cheeks, red and puffy eyes, you smiled brightly and help your hand to your heart. You figured Ben set this all up and made a mental note to make it up to him. Your brother, James, came up to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes. You smiled and put your hands on top of his, looking him in the eyes. He had changed quite a bit from the last time you saw him. He had scruff growing all along his face, making him no longer look like a baby. You used to make fun of him for being a late bloomer, calling him "baby face" and pinching his cheeks. Now your baby brother, who was born a minute after you, was a big man. Although just 60 seconds apart, you always made him know that you were older.

"Look at how grown up my baby brother is!"

"You're only sixty seconds older than, you're not that cool." He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. He planted a small peck on the top of your head, taking advantage of his towering height over you. You smiled and leaned into him, scratching his back as he planted his chin on the top of your head. You both stayed in the position for awhile. Soon enough, tears formed in your eyes as guilt washed over you. You had always longed for warm and sweet hugs from your brother. His hugs had always made you instantly feel better if you were having a shitty day. He had always been taller than you, which made his hugs better. The sight made your mother cry as well, finally seeing her babies together again. She always took pictures of the hugs you and James shared. Her excuse as to why was to make y'all remind each other that you actually loved one another when you two got into typical brother/sister arguements. Everyone knew deep down that she took them for herself.

"I have missed you three way more than words could ever describe. I hate myself for never contacting you guys. I was just so-"

"Afraid? It's okay, Lily, Benny told us what we needed to know. He didn't go into too deep of detail in case you wanted to say more." Your father proclaimed, bringing you into his embrace. You wept as he held you, feeling a mix of a million emotions. You gripped your father's back tightly, as if you were going to lose him again. You cried as you heard him say your nickname he had given you at the age of three. You took in his fatherly scent, a mix of after shave and lavender. For some odd reason, your father always smelt like lavender, you never questioned it because you didn't mind it at all. It was a comforting scent you've grown to love.

The two you pulled away, looking into each others eyes. You and your dad had the exact same eye color. A mix of light blue and emerald green, almost identical. Everyone always complimented your eyes, you always bragged about how you had the exact same eye color as your dad's. James even had the same eye color, which left your mum's chocolate brown eyes out of the picture. However, your brother and you always looked more like your mum than your pops.

Your father planted a kiss on your forehead and gave you a nice big squeeze before pulling away and turning towards Ben. He clapped a hand on his shoulder and drew him in for a hug. He had always been the hugging type of man, if he shook your hand, he probably didn't like you. So coincidentally, he shook Trevor's hand when they first met, which should have been your first warning sign.

"Thank you for taking care of her, Benny." He whispered to him, just so he could hear. Ben nodded, turning his head towards you. His heart melted as he watched you and your mum holding onto each other like a mom koala and its baby. If it was possible, his pupils would have been in the shape of a heart. To nobody's knowledge, Ben had been feeling something different for you lately. Something he'd never imagined feeling about you. It made his heart flutter at the sight of you, his knees buckle when you laughed or smiled, his cheeks flush when you touched him, and his heart grow more each time you spent time together. He couldn't even begin to express his feelings for you because he didn't exactly know what it was. He had spent countless hours trying to draw up some type of conclusion. He failed nevertheless. When you had first told him about Trevor and his abusive ways, he wanted to break down right then and there. His heart broke into a million different pieces, but he had to tape it up to stay strong for you. He would go home and cry into his pillow, guilt coursing through his veins as he couldnt get the images of someone hurting you mercilessly out of his head. He shuddered at the thought and snapped out of his daze when he felt James wrap an arm around his shoulders. Ben smiled and brought James into a tight embrace. James was like the brother Ben never had. When the three of you were in high school and you were beginning the stages of womanhood, he spent a lot more time James as you spent more time with girlfriends.

A week later...

Your eyes flitted open, adjusting to the bright sunlight peaking through the curtains. You looked around, smiling at the fact that you had finally been discharged. You were discharged the following Friday when your family visited. Sadly, your parents lived five and half hours away and your brother lived even farther than them. They stayed until Friday morning, helping you get ready to leave. You spent that entire week, catching up with them and making plans for when you start feeling better. In this midst of that, Ben was off with Gwilym, making some plans of his own that you had zero knowledge of. He came back that Friday to take you back home to his flat. While you were in the hospital, James, Gwil and Ben had been moving your stuff out of your flat after it had been released by the police. You admitted to Ben that you were too afraid to live there anymore. Thus creating the idea of you moving into Ben's flat. He had two more spare bedrooms that you live in. You basically lived with him anyways so there wouldn't be that much of a difference. So you agreed, after arguing with Ben about you paying rent and him insisting that he doesnt give a damn. The two of you finally came to the compromise you paying fifty fifty of the rent with him each month.

Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed, throwing your comforter off of your body. Disconnecting your phone from the charger and slipping on some house shoes, you made your way downstairs to see Ben in the kitchen cooking the two of you some delicious breakfast. Which contained waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, english muffins with strawberry cream cheese (your favorite), and tea. You shot him a warm smile as you walked towards the kitchen island and jumping up to plop a seat on it.

"What are we gonna do today?" You asked, reaching your hand towards the english muffins, only for Ben to smack it and tsk you. You creased your eyebrows and pulled away, playfully pouting. Ever since you got out of the hospital, living with Ben had been such a breeze. You were still on medical leave from work and Ben didn't have many big things in his acting world at the moment so you both spent quite some time together. He helped you sell your old flat and put all of Trevor's shit into a storage unit. You hadn't seen Trevor since you saw him being arrested after the attack. It was quite the heavenly sight to see, though the events that led up to it were horrific. You still had nightmares from the attack, causing you to wake up at ungodly hours in a sweat and tears. Ben wasn't aware of these nightmares because he slept like a rock. The only way you could calm yourself was to walk around the house, to become aware of your surroundings, to know that you were now safe. Often, you'd find yourself sitting outside of Ben's door, tempted to knock and crawl into his arms. Just knowing he was in the room comforted you. Luckily, he let you have the room that was closest to his, making it accessible for the two of you reach each other quickly.

"Maybe shopping? Need to get some more groceries then maybe we could go to the mall?" He asked, looking at you while carefully making you and himself a plate. Usually you'd argue about going shopping but since selling your house, you had some money in the bank. Along with the house, you also had money from your last check from work and your paid medical leave. When your boss had found out about your situation, he insisted on making it a paid medical leave as he wanted you not to worry about anything. You shrugged your shoulders in agreement. You had lowkey been wanting to do some retail therapy here lately. Usually, you'd be at the bottom of a vodka bottle, but it made you shiver at the thought of who you used to be.

"I wouldn't mind that, been wanting to go shopping lately. Retail therapy is the best way to go." You joked as you stabbed your fork into your waffle and bringing it to your mouth. Ben watched you, a smile rose on his lips as he did so. Each day he felt like he was falling harder and harder for you. He wanted so badly to ask you out but considering your trust for men has decreased dramatically, he decided against it and was willing to wait for you. He could never imagine pushing you and making you uncomfortable. It was the last thing he had ever wanted. All he wanted was to make you happy, together or not. Seeing your smile after going through a hurricane, made his heart sing.

"After this, don't forget to take your meds." Ben reminded as he started cleaning up all the dirty dishes he used to cook with. You nodded as you took a sip of your tea, not breaking eye contact with your phone. You had gotten a couple of sweet direct messages, emails and comments from Ben's fans every now and then when he post about you. His recent post was a picture of you in the wheelchair as you were leaving the hospital. You had a thumbs up and a soft smile. The caption always made you smile when you would read it.

'Strongest gal I have ever known. You're the bestest. @yourusername.'

You turned your phone off and put it face down, finishing up your breakfast and tea. You stood up, grabbing your cup and plate and placing them in the sink before heading to the upstairs bathroom. You let Ben know you were going to shower before you two would leave. He nodded and headed up to his room to get ready. When you made it to your closet, you tapped your index finger against your chin trying to decide what to wear for the day. You opted on an old vintage Queen shirt paired with some rocky denim shorts and cute wicker platform sandals. You set your outfit aside on your bed and undressed, getting ready to shower. Turning on some music, you turned the shower nob, making the shower piping hot just the way you like it. You hopped in, dancing and singing to the music that blared throughout the bathroom. You used a shampoo bottle as a microphone as you blared lyrics at the top of your lungs.

"Thank you for coming tonight. See you next time!" You announced to yourself in the mirror, trying to mimic crowd noise as you began to get ready. You dried your hair off with a blow dryer. You french braided it on both sides of your head, joining the two braids into a low messy bun. You pulled some baby hairs from your head, styling up the look a little better. After fondling with your hair, you began with your makeup. You swiped some concealer all over your face, blending it out with your sponge egg. You set the concealer with some powder and popped some nice and shiny highlighter on your cheekbones and inner corner of your eyes. You popped on some mascara, making your lashes POP and eye color beam. Finally done after applying a layer of chapstick, you slipped into your outfit. You wore a cute pastel yellow lacy bralette that went perfectly with your sandals and tshirt. Taking one last look in the full length body mirror, you nodded in content with the way you looked and finally made your way downstairs, after grabbing your wallet and phone.

Your sandals clicked against the tile as you skipped down the stairs. Ben was already done and ready to go when he saw you come down the steps. His heart lurched out of his chest at the sight of you, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"Ready to go?"

You nodded and slipped past him, beating him to his car. You waited for him to unlock it and slid into the passenger seat. You felt like today was going to be a great day. Nothing could stop the happiness you felt when hanging out with Ben.

The whole day consisted of laughter, shopping at the most random places, and loads of ice cream and random food trucks. This had been best day you've had in such a long time, all thanks to Ben. You were both strolling along inside the mall, when you spotted a Build-a-bear. You instantly started dragging Ben into the little store. When you were younger, your parents both bought you teddy bears. Ben, being the masculine boy he was, acted like it was too girly for him. Although when alone, he'd cuddle the bear close to chest and would yell at his mum if she tried to get rid of it.

"I have to get one!" You exclaimed as you went to choose your bear. Ben watched you adoringly with a loving smile on his lips. The way you stuck your tongue out of your mouth when you were trying to decide which bear you wanted made his knees want to pull below him. You ended up choosing a simple golden colored bear with green eyes. You stuffed it just enough for it to form but soft and cuddly. Finally, you got the choice of whether or not you wanted it scented. You chose not to because without anyone's knowledge, you planned on going home and spritzing it with Ben's cologne. When you were satisfied with how your bear turned out, you paid and the two of you finally ventured home.

"Today was so much fun Ben, thank you." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him into a hug making him drop all the bags on the floor. He smiled and hugged you back just as warm and tight as you did. You pulled away far enough to look into his eyes. God his eyes always drew you in. You could stare at them all day long. Ben felt the same, you both were blessed with the most majestically colored orbs anyone could have. You smiled at him and brought your hands to his cheeks, softly pinching them.

"You're the best benny." You whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. He planted his hand on the back of your head, lightly tangling his fingers in your hair.

"Come on, let's put this stuff up and go to bed."

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Title: Until You Tell Me Author: MishasHipbones / atrickstersfantasy Words: 1,596 Tags: Kidfic, Cute, Fluff Warning: Mentions of child abandonment. Rating: T? Summery: Dean tells us all about the story of how he met his best friend. From the 9 year old little boy to the 29 year old man. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I was nine years old when I met my best friend. He had been sleeping in the big drain tunnels down by the old creek behind our house. Me and Sammy would always go down and throw rocks at the old rotten tire hanging from the tree by the water. It wasn't deep enough to swim but we managed to entertain ourselves pretty good.   One day, a few days after my ninth birthday me and Sam packed up our bag lunches made by Mama, with love she always said, and hauled tail down to the rocky creek bed. Both of us more determined than the other to find the biggest, smoothest skipping rock for our next trip to the lake with Daddy, ya see him and Mama didn't live together anymore because he had a new family with a women named Kate. Mama says it was just not meant to be, but she'd never exchange what she got out of it. I knew she meant me and Sam.   Anyway, Sam had gotten ahead of me somehow and tumbled to a stop right in front of that big ole' gaping tunnel. Ya know, the big metal ones that are real dark and send the ants up your spine if you stare at 'em to long? Sam yelled for me to come look and when I reached him he was froze to the spot, to afraid to move in case the shadow that was curled up inside the lip of the tunnel took a notion to attack or somethin. I pushed Sammy behind me and told him to keep his gourd shut. As I crept up on the thing it started shakin and groanin'. It was makin the most god awful noise I had ever heard in all my nine years of life but I wasn't scared, no way. I puffed out my chest, pushed my shoulders back and walked right up to that shadow, nudging it with the tip of my dirty sneaker. It shifted and raised one if its lumps into the air, letting out another one of those wocked groans. Well now, I might have been a little bit scared at this point but I won't be tellin no one else about it. The creature moved into what looked like a sitting position before I noticed that the lump it had lifted when I kicked atbit was actually a head, complete with wild, brown hair, sticking up in every direction! The thing it was covered in fell down even more, laying stiff around its shoulders, to reveal a dirty face with tge bluest eyes I had ever seen in my life. I know that sounds girly but by God I've never spoken truer words. I was so out of sorts that I couldn't speak for the longest time. I just stood there like a fosh outta water, watching what I knew now was a little boy, staring right back at me from under some kinda dirty old blanket. I don't know how long we kept there, just lookin at one another but it musta been long enough for Sam to get worried that something was happenin to me because he came rushin in that tunnel like a bat outta hell, tryin to be some kind of avenging hero. When he saw the boy I think he might have been shocked just like I was, but Sam always has been the smarter of the two of us. He jumped right into action, kneeling in front of the other kid and checking him over. He asked all the right questions too, if he was hurt, how old he was. His name. I hadn't thought of any of that but here comes Sam, barging in and taking control just like hes good at. We learned that his name was Castiel, or Cas as I started calling him, and he was 10 years old, almost 11. His Mama and Daddy had went on a trip about a month before and never came back. The landlord had came knockin for the rent and Cas had ran. That was a whole week before we had found him. Turns out he had been stayin in different tunnels and under bridges all around town so he wouldn't be caught. Now my Mama must have been raisin me right because I couldn't just let this kid no older than me sleep out here in this grimey old tunnel. Instead I moved forward and helped him up to his feet so that we could look each other in the eye and led him by the hand out onto the fresh summer air. It was only a little after noon so me and Sammy weren't due home for another few hours. I gently pushed Cas down onto a big boulder and handed him my bag lunch. The look on his face was the kind that would break a grown ups heart but as a kid I don't think I really understood it so much. To me he just looked real hungry, so I did what my Mama would have wanted me to do. I fed him. His eyes lit up like the sky in the morning and for a second with the sun shinin behind his head like it was, kinda like a halo ya know, I thought that I was lookin at an angel. I knew even then that I hadn't ever seen nothin like him. I urged him to eat the ham sandwich and carrot sticks my Mama haf packed and when he was done I pulled him hack to his feet again and with Sammy trailin behind us lead him all the way home. Well, I guess it was destiny or somethin that lead us to that tunnel that day because once Cas stepped foot into out lives he never left. My Mama searched high and low for his parents, with the help of the police of course and Cas stayed in my bedroom while they trylied tracking them down. The police men wanted to take Cas away and put him in one of those group homes where kids who don't have parents go but Mama wouldn't let them. She said he was fine right where he was, with us, he was family now. For years we went on like this, just existing with each other. When you saw one of you knew the other wasn't far behind, even if he was a year ahead of me in school. Everyone knew that if you messed with sweet, little Cas you'd be dealing with me and I didn't take kindly to people messing with my family. Years went by and we just kept getting closer. Sometimes Mama would watch us while we did our homework at the kitchen table and she'd just smile one of her secret smiles. The one's she saced just for us. Sammy liked to tease us, but he was just a dumb kid, what did he know. Lord knows I had no idea, at 13 years old I was a blank as a sheet of paper, just waiting to be filled in. On Cas' 17th birthday I watched him walk into a closet with Meg Masters and felt my heart break for the very first time. I didn't know it then, I just knew that whatever this feeling was it hurt and I wanted it to stop more than anything, so I left the party and walked up a flight of stops to our bedroom, which held Cas' bed now too. I fell down on to the mattress of my own bed and I cried. Boy, I don't think I had ever cried so much about anything in my life. Mama must of heard me from her bedroom though, because she came in and set down on the edge of my bed while I gripped the bottom of her shirt and blubbered like a baby. She just ran her fingers through my hair and smiled sadly down at me. I begged her to make it stop cause I felt like this pain was gonna rip me in half and she said the one thing that I've kept with me since. She said "Baby, if you want that pain to stop you gotta hold your head up high and fight for that boy. Don't stop until he tells you he doesnt want it anymore." Do that ls what I did. I fought. The next year on my own 17th birthday I confessed my feelings to my best friend. Right in front of God and everybody. He looked at me with wide, careful eyes and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like it was going to break free and flop around on the floor. Then he did something I never expected, he grabbed me up by the collar of my shirt and pulled me into the best kiss I had ever had in my life. All of our friends cheered and whistled and it felt like my world had just started spinning again. Today Im 29 years old, Cas here is 30 and I just married my best friend. It was a long, exciting adventure and I'm more than happy that I could share it with you Sweetheart." Dean smiles softly as he looks down onto the eyes of his husband and lifts the champagne shoot high into the air. "Here's to sharing the rest of this adventure with the you too. I love you Cas. Until you tell me you don't want it anymore and way beyond that."