#just blabbing not gonna tag all the ships...

[lumiy-a]

So I finished my rewatch of Once upon a time and I'm finally ready to share my unsolicited two cents on the relationships that caught my eye - if anything because I know they have cool names in the fandom.

Just a disclaimer: this is no ship war or so, I'm fairly positive towards many if not all ships mentioned below and I stand by the ship and let ship view and respect everyone's shipping preferences.

And, it's a very long post.

Here we go:

The Charmings

They were very sweet (mostly because they share not only a heart but also their single brain cell), the actors had good chemistry (obviously...), overall I can't really complain... I'm usually not too interested in relationships that involve 100% good people so I was not too invested in them but if one looked past their dumb & dumber vibes they were a good stability reference for the whole story for as long as they were there.

Captain Swan

I have mixed feelings for them because on paper, this pairing was supposed to have everything I like: bad boi and good heroin, both good looking, in theory enemies at first, etc etc. However I was not burning for them at the beginning because (1) Hook never really felt like a villain or a bad boy to me (I appreciate the efforts in later seasons to show that he did indeed some nasty stuff, but when he showed up at first and there was supposed to be the build-up of the enemies-to-lovers with Emma he was not villanous enough for my taste) and (2) I would have appreciated more if at the beginning Hook was actually disliking Emma as much as she was disliking him, instead of flirting with her from the first minute. But as said, I have mixed feelings because despite not yearning for them at the start, once they got together I liked their relationship and how he genuinely cared for her and she opened up to him, so in the end I'm happy for them. Also bonus point to Hook because he looks good in season 7 and he deserved it after he was punished with this emo haircut in season 5:

Swan Queen

That would have been soooo cool. Too cool for the times when this show aired, despite having two FF canon relationships later, but having the two main characters together was probably a little too much. Anyway, even if they were not canonically supposed to be such, they indeed had a good enemies-to-lovers potential from the start. But I'm also in awe for their canonical enemies-to-friends/co-parents development, I think their arc was really great and I looveeeee them as co-moms for Henry (regardless of whether their relationship is romantic or not). So I'm happy when I see Swan Queen content but since I'm also happy with Captain Swan in the end I'm also happy to see them as friends.

Golden Queen

Y E S

Did I say I'm only fairly positive towards all the ships? Okay I lied, because I'm not fairly positive towards Golden Queen, I'm dying for them. But again I also like them as buddies. As long as they do stuff together, possibly evil stuff, I'm in.

Golden Heart

This is another background story I liked a lot. It was brief but very powerful, intense and heartbreaking. I would not see them as an endgame couple but I like them as a past relationship that becomes part of each character's emotional baggage.

Outlaw Queen

Oh I was so sad when Robin died. I liked his character, the actors had great chemistry, and Regina NEEDED that happiness. I was very sad when Robin was taken away from her. And in a very silly way no less :(

Sleeping Warrior

Another ship I liked so much, I was rooting for them five minutes after Mulan's journey with Aurora began. How it ended was so heartbreaking, especially knowing that the show was not turning away from having queer relationships. I don't understand why couldn't they have them if they were fine with having Ruby Slippers or Mad Archer Very sad, but they live happily ever after in my head.

Rumbelle

Hmmm yeah, this is maybe another one I'm not so neutral about... I liked the concept of transposing the Beauty and the Beast on Rumplestiltskin. I was also fine with Belle being someone who in Rumplestiltskin's most evil times in the Enchanted Forest could see that maybe there was still a human behind the Dark One. However the middle seasons showed that Rumplestiltskin had only one true love - his power - and I was totally fine with it, and rooting for Belle when she decided to leave him. I think it was a progressive take to have her leave him and for a moment I was hoping they would raise Gideon as a separate but on-good-terms couple, until... she came back to him, even after all he'd done to her (including locking her up, putting a sort of tracking device on her, etc etc...) Sooo yeah personally I would have preferred if they would not have reunited.

Ruby Slippers

I was very happy to see a canonical lesbian couple, but I'll admit the development felt a little too fast for me, I mean they were shown together for like... the scene above? And it felt a bit bitter that when they decided to give a chance to two women it was not Mulan's happy ending - she deserved it so much, and she was standing there, watching. Not that Red doesn't deserve one, but... yeah.

Red Beauty

This one had by contrast some more development than Ruby Slippers in my opinion, because they showed them for some more time together and bonding, and in any case we knew both characters already since a while. I would have liked it if Belle would have gotten closer to Ruby during that hard time for her and then maybe it would have developed into something more.

Dragon Queen

Oooo yeah, they had quite some chemistry in there. Maybe more as a past relationship (kinda like Golden Heart), but I can totally see it. Love it.

Swan Fire

I think I was not 100% convinced by Neal at first, but then he grew on me, perhaps also because of his backstory. I was very sad when he died and I like Emma/Neal as a past story. Would have been happy to see Neal staying in the picture and in Henry's life.

Mad Archer

I liked this couple, they had a cute development and Robin really cares for Alice and sees her as wonderful instead of as just a weirdo. Maybe one of the things I appreciated the most of season 7 (besides RONI of course)

Now also one mention to two platonic/family relationship:

Wicked Queen

When she was the main villain in season 3, I absolutely HATED Zelena (although damn is she beautiful). She was really but really an irritating villain for me, especially for her treatment of Rumple (get your hands off him!). But then when things changed and she reconciled with Regina, I absolutely loved her and I liked how their relationship as sisters developed. Another thing I liked from season 7, I'd say.

Regal Believer

I mean, Emma & Henry also have a great relationship development, but the way Regina switches from being the Evil Queen for Henry, how he even loathes her at times, and how she proves herself worthy of being his mom, and shows him how much she loves him and how she will always put him first... this has no equals in the series to me. I love mom Regina.

The list is of course not exhaustive, as said I just wanted to say something about the couples that caught my eye.

[quin-ns]

Matchmaker (Joel Miller x Reader)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: ellie knows joel has feelings for you and proceeds to annoy him relentlessly about it

Tags: basically just all fluff, humor, age gap, ellie being ellie and messing with joel, mutual pining, love confessions (more of a realization but whatever), friends to lovers implied, ellie is a great wingman

Request: anon: “It would be so cute to have Ellie basically shipping Joel and the reader, like her being a little matchmaker. If you chose to write this do with it what you want that’s all I got. Would love to see what you do!”

A/N: this was actually my first time writing for joel while having ellie play a part and I gotta say it was super fun! I really loved this idea <3

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“You are so,” Ellie argued, a cocky grin on her face as she taunted Joel from his side.

“I’m not,” he grumbled back, not wanting to be on this topic with Ellie. 

The kid had gotten the idea in her head that Joel had feelings for you. Thing was—she wasn’t wrong. But Joel had yet to tell you and he didn’t need Ellie blabbing or pestering him about it.

But Ellie was Ellie, so the latter was exactly what she was doing. It had been a while now and he couldn’t get her to quit it. Denying it wasn't going to work it seemed.

“You’re definitely into her. I won’t say the L word again, but you’re not fooling anyone. You’ve got, like, heart eyes for her, dude,” Ellie pointed out. “God—how did I not notice before?”

“Drop it,” Joel told her. You were walking ahead of them, curiosity driving you to increase your pace. You weren’t that far because Joel could still see you—he would’ve been too worried if he couldn’t—but you were far enough ahead that thankfully you couldn’t hear Ellie clearly. Still, he didn’t want to risk it.

After everything that had happened, he couldn’t risk a strain being put on your relationship. Not when you and Ellie were all he had in the world right now. You all had bigger things to worry about, like the fact that the winter was growing harsher as you were heading north.

“She probably likes you too,” Ellie commented, sounding awfully sure of herself. “I mean, there’s gotta be a reason she’s put up with you this long.”

Joel let out a scoff. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” 

Ellie shrugged. “I will if you tell her.”

Joel shot her a confused look, a slight frown on his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you care so much?” he asked accusingly. 

“Because I like you, and I like Y/N, and I think it’s nice you make each other happy,” Ellie explained easily. “Plus, you’re less grumpy with her and that’s pretty refreshing,” she threw in the slight jab at the last minute. It’s not like it was false.

Joel just made a sound, like a “hmph,” and looked back ahead. His eyes landed on you. As if you could sense it, you looked over your shoulder and threw him a reassuring smile. 

A smile of his own tugged at Joel’s lips. 

“See?” Ellie spoke up. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

The smile faded into an annoyed expression as he looked back at Ellie. She was just smirking to herself, like she’d busted him or something. 

She stared up at him for a moment, then looked back ahead. “You’re just grouchy because I’m right,” Ellie sassed. She didn’t need to look at Joel to see his eye roll. 

They walked in silence for about a minute. During that minute, Joel was relieved. He didn’t feel the need to discuss his inner thoughts and feelings about you with someone that wasn’t you. As far as he was concerned, his love for you was none of Ellie’s business and wouldn’t even be yours until the time was right.

He was going to tell you. Eventually. Maybe it was taking him longer than he thought because of how complicated things had gotten on the journey, but he’d find the time. Soon… if he could work up the nerve to.

There were moments where Joel saw a spark there, between the two of you. And apparently he wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought, so maybe on some level you knew and even reciprocated. If Ellie thought there was something there, than maybe—

“All I ask is that can you not do it near me if you guys want to have se—”

“Ellie!” Joel snapped, cutting her off. 

Because of the sudden loudness, you halted and turned around. “Everything okay?” you called back to Joel and Ellie, concern present in your voice.

“We’re fine!” Ellie shouted back and gave you a thumbs up. 

Joel didn’t say anything, still thrown off. He had not been expecting her to go there and really, really was in desperate need of a change of topic with the fourteen year old. He gave her a look, silently telling her to knock it off.

“What?” Ellie asked defensively, but also clearly very amused with herself. “It’s a valid request.”

“Knock it off,” Joel said out loud this time instead of just thinking it like before. 

“Fine,” Ellie feigned defeat. She fiddled with the straps on her backpack, gripping them in her gloved palms. Then, she took off in a light jog. 

“Where are you going?” Joel yelled after her.

“I’m gonna bother Y/N now!” she called, not looking back. Ellie caught up to you and slowed her pace. Joel didn’t know if he should be worried or not, but he hung back anyway. 

“Hi,” Ellie greeted you when you noticed her presence. She was kinda hard to miss.

“What’s up, Ellie?” you asked kindly, giving her a once over. “Everything okay?” you glanced back at Joel and found he was fine too. 

“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine,” Ellie assured. “Just thought I’d check on you.”

“You’re checking on me? I’m touched,” you told her with a hint of sarcasm overlaying your appreciation. Ellie didn’t do much without a reason and between her and Joel’s muffled argument behind you and the devious little smirk on her face, you suspected she was up to something. “Seriously, what’s up?”

“What do you think of Joel?” Ellie questioned vaguely.

You laughed a little. “That sounds like a loaded question,” you commented.

“Huh?” She furrowed her brows, not getting the term. “I mean like, do you like him?” she clarified. 

Another laugh from you. So you were right. “Of course I like Joel. What kind of question is that?” you wondered. “He’s my friend, has been for a long time.”

“Okay but, like, do you think he’s handsome?” Ellie pried bluntly, looking up at you for your reaction. You were a little taken aback, then amused.

“Where is this coming from?”

“Just… curious,” she lied. Ellie looked over her shoulder at Joel briefly. “So, do you?” 

Ellie looked up at you and found you glancing back at Joel yet again. A small smirk appeared on your face. You leaned down a little and whispered to her, “Of course I do. I’m not blind.”

Ellie laughed at that, enjoying the feeling of gossiping a little more than she realized. You were going along with it—you were always a good sport. 

“Do you think you’d date him?” Ellie pushed, seeing how much she could get away with in this ‘girl talk’ scenario.

Ellie considered you a close friend at this point, something she never had that many of. Sure Joel was a friend too, but he was also like a dad. And there was just something special about having a girl friend that she could talk to. While with Joel she usually had to annoy him into talking about life stuff (a few minutes ago being an example), you would be open to the conversations just because. You didn’t treat her like a kid despite being older—probably because you were closer to her age than Joel’s anyway.

That’s why if you liked Joel, Ellie wanted you to know that he did too. Even if she gave Joel a hard time and sometimes (but very rarely) did the same to you, you both deserved to be happy. 

“What do you think?” you turned the question. 

Ellie shrugged. “I know he’s kinda old and kinda grumpy, but he’s a good guy,” Ellie campaigned on Joel’s behalf. “He cares about you a lot.”

You smiled to yourself. “Yeah, I know,” you admitted. “I care about him too. A lot.”

“As more than just a friend?” Ellie needed to know, the anticipation was killing her. 

She didn’t know when she suddenly got so invested in your and Joel’s relationship status. Of course because she cared about you both, but she could also blame it on the months of boredom. Finally something interesting was happening. 

And what you said next was definitely interesting.

“Yeah,” you revealed with a little nod. “For a while now.”

There was a light smile on your face that made Ellie smile too.

Ellie looked over her shoulder at Joel once again and her gaze met his. She wondered what he’d say if he heard what you had just said. She didn’t think he did because he looked suspicious, silently asking her what she was doing. She looked back forward. Oh boy, if only he knew.

“That’s interesting,” Ellie mused. “Because I happen to have some information.”

You raised your brows at her, hearing the knowing tone laced heavy in her voice. “Oh?”

Joel couldn’t take not knowing anymore. You and Ellie had both kept looking back at him—definitely talking about him. He picked up the pace a little, not really jogging but more like speed walking. You and Ellie had slowed your pace a little before, caught up in conversation, so it didn’t take him long to place himself on your opposite side.

“How’s it goin’ up here?” Joel asked as casually as he could manage, drawing attention to himself. 

Ellie moved to walk backwards in front of you and Joel. She didn’t miss a step as she eyed you both. 

“Good news, Joel,” Ellie addressed him cheekily. “She likes you too.”

His eyes went wide. Ellie just bit back a laugh and left it at that, turning on her heel and picking up the pace to get ahead of you two. She stayed in line of sight, but out of the strangling zone (she wasn’t actually worried, but she knew she was being a menace so she kept a distance). Not a far enough distance to be out of earshot, though. 

She had to hear this after all her work.

“So,” Joel started flatly. He looked down at you just as you looked at him. Then you both turned your heads straight forward and kept walking in tandem. “I guess I should ask what she said?”

“Well, she was asking me a lot of questions about how I felt about you,” you recalled, sounding very entertained by the whole situation. “Kinda had a feeling for where it was going.” 

Joel heaved out a dramatic sigh. “Kid’s not subtle, is she?” he asked rhetorically. You both knew the answer to that.

You laughed. “Not at all.” 

The sound of you laughing and your words made Joel relax. He let a chuckle fall past his lips. 

Ellie looked back at you and Joel, the sound of you two laughing together making her smile. 

“Oh look, she’s staring at us,” you pointed out, nodding your head at her. Ellie whipped her head back around as if trying to pretend she hadn’t been watching you two. “Did we really just get set up by a fourteen year old?”

Joel scoffed out an amused sound. “Yeah, I think we did.” 

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[bloodymiso]

★ matchup exchange

— with @imjustabeanie

a/n: sorry this took a little long:3 hope you enjoy, i made sure to match the length with the average length of the exchange matchups you write!

i ship you with.. alhaitham :3

ygs would be a literal POWER couple. like i literally do not care what you say “b-but he’s too distant!!” shhhh😾😾

youre one of the few people he actually enjoys spending time with. library dates, museum dates, picnic dates you name it. im thinking ygs met in your early akademiya days. not canon but i have a feeling he was a little mischievous when he was younger, sneaking in and out of the library at 3am, climbing up large trees for peace and silence to look out onto the forest. he acts like he “doesn’t understand” acts of romance but bfr this man would set up the most sick ass dates ever.

hes not the type to make hand made gifts but this man will 10/10 write you letters, written in pretty cursive, always a small heart at the end of your name.(he “thinks its cheesy” yet continues to put it) *cough* sometimes with some *cough* items for *cough cough* experiments *cough*

more of a research guy than an experiment dude but ygs would work on projects together. he’ll do most of the research parts, you’ll do most of the..hands-on activities. about your childhood dream, i dont expect alhaitham to be..accepting of it. but—i quote, “from a research point of view, that would be..interesting.” procrastinating? that man will shove you out of that.

a. hey, love you have a project due tomorrow. r. how the fuck did you know that?

SPARRING oh my god ygs would spar together you cant change my mind. idk what kind of weapon you’d wield but if you wouldnt wield one then hand-to-hand combat works too.

im just gonna admit it, both of you would be kind of slow when it came to opening up. this is cheesy but ygs would have met through a school project idc what you say. you always spotted him in the library, was he hot? fuck yeah. would you admit that? no. im thinking it took you guys a long time to even get on a first-name basis.

alhaitham understands being misunderstood, he gets it. he masks his feelings, pushes others away even. this man is touch starved like seriously. he acts all “mr stoic” but this man could sob his ass of with you. even if you cant open up back, he’ll open up to you. i can imagine your relationship lasting a pretty long time(maybe up until,, yk). sure you guys would argue here and there but never to the point that pride would stop ygs from apologizing to eachother. he always knows when he’s in the wrong.

i always see those fanfics w chars reading to their s/o but like bfr who the hell likes being read to. like?? its so boring just let me read it on my own. rather than that i can imagine you two on the couch, as you read your silly/pos books and he reads something on like idk trees?? he’d probably ask you to teach him one of the languages you know:3

ygs probably wouldnt have announced your relationship. the first time alhaitham ever really said “yeah this is my lover” to someone else except you was when kaveh dropped the pile of books in his hands seeing a girl on alhaitham’s bed(he screamed like a seagull).

k. ALHAITHAM!!!the—there’s a girl on your bed! a. yeah that’s my girlfriend kaveh pauses k. wait—girl friend with a space or no space? a. no space

after that kaveh blabbed to like half of sumeru that “alhaitham has a golly gosh girlfriend!!!!”

other possible matches. albedo, tighnari, dottore & baizhu

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[burnwater13]

Boba Fett instructing the Sandpeople on the direction of travel as they go after spice runners. The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Calendar from DataWorks.

“Ready? Set? GO!”

At least that’s what Grogu thought was going on when Daimyo Fett described the situation, that got all the Sandpeople to line up on the speeder bikes that way. 

“Ready, set go? No, young one, that is not what I was saying to them. But I see your point. When the Clones were training on Kamino, they held many foot races and that is how they would start. I was telling them the direction and what to expect. We were going after spice runners. Those scum have always been a problem on Tatooine.”

“Boss, that may be true but the spice trade paid for a lot of the amenities here, including that bacta tank you’re so fond of.”

Grogu didn’t really know why that mattered. After all, the Jedi built almost all of their temples on top of old Sith temples. Just because something was bad didn’t mean everything to do with it was bad, or did it? Grogu wasn’t sure. 

He decided to ask his dad, who had just entered the room, with the Majordomo following him, talking a klick a minute while some how managing to sputter and sound apologetic.

“Hey, Fett. Your … uh… man here, says I can’t park the N1 in the forecourt. I’m willing to move it, but to where? I don’t want anyone taking pot shots at it.”

“Is this true?” Daimyo Fett aimed his question at Majordomo who was already bowing and trying to look small and unassuming. 

Grogu giggled at that. There was no way for a man that tall with lekku that long to look small or unassuming. 

“Remember Boss, I have that work crew coming in to do some improvements. No way are we letting anyone access to facility the same way we did when we retrieved your ship.”

“What are doing? Adding a pit trap and spikes?” 

Grogu tried not to laugh as he watched Fennec physically bristle at his dad’s suggestion and turn to the Majordomo and scold him for blabbing.

“Fennec, there’s no reason to use language like that in front of the child. He looks up to you, you know.”

Grogu smiled at the Daimyo. That was a nice sentiment but completely unnecessary. He liked Fennec just the way she was.

“He has to look up at everyone, Boss. Listen, Tin Man, just park your ship behind the rancor yard. We don’t have any bantha right now, so you won’t have to share it.”

Grogu was about to scold Fennec for the short joke, when he heard the rest of what she said. The bantha were gone? Where were they? When were they coming back? Why were they gone?!

“Now, now, young one. Don’t worry about the bantha. The tribe that you and your dad befriended near Freetown asked if they could add the few head we had here to their breeding program. We had two females and they could use them to help add to the over all population of banthas. After they have been bred they will be coming back here.”

“Won’t that be nice? Baby critters that are as big as a speeder when they’re born. But that won’t be for months. In the mean time that’s where you can…”

Grogu didn’t hear anything else Fennec said. The prospect of having baby banthas at the palace was almost overwhelming. He loved baby critters. They were so sweet and smelled so good and maybe, if he was very lucky he could have one of them imprint on him and he’d be able to ride it without having his dad tag along all the time. That would be so great. He could see himself making his way from Freetown to Mos Espa the way the Sandpeople had traveled for millennia. 

“Buddy, before you take your flight of fancy to Coruscant and back, I’m gonna remind you that all bantha are the property of the Sandpeople and they need daily care. We don’t spend enough time here for you to be adopted by one.”

Grogu sighed and sat down abruptly. His dad had really popped the bubble that had been forming all around the idea of being a bantha baby minder. Dank Farrik.

“Tell me, Din Djarin, how did you know that’s what he was thinking?”

Daimyo Fett asked quietly, just not quietly enough.

“He was holding his hands in the air and moving them like he was holding the reins of their rig. I could also tell that he was muttering something like ‘forward’ over and over. He does the same thing whenever people talk about that rancor of yours.”

“He’s just practicing for the first time he rides a Mythosaur. Lucky for you two he’s going to be a benevolent Mand’alor.”

Grogu could hear Fennec’s laughter, but strangely his dad and the Daimyo were both silent. He wondered what that meant.

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Okay, this demented carrot child always comes first in his year in practically every subject in Liyue Academy without breaking a sweat.

Then you came along from Mondstadt School for Gifted Students and came in first place, with Childe 1 mark behind you

This is obviously a huge blow to him, because no one has ever upstaged him and over 1 stupid mark too! 

School is shit too, so everyone makes a big deal out of it too

Childe swears to god that if he heard one more, “But you were always first place!” he is going to drown the school

As long as you didn’t beat him in P.E, you were safe from his wrath-

*Insert a visual representation of you wiping the floor with the poor boy’s ass in dodgeball*

You didn’t really make a big splash (haha) on your arrival to school as it was test week, but students flocked around you and Childe wishes that your innocent face were a little less cuter so that he could smash it in

He went up to you a few times too, looking for a fight that you tactfully avoided because feral children like Childe are to be ignored

You get bombarded with height jokes every ten seconds, and sometimes, a little whale doodle in found in the corner of your neat notes (in pencil, he doesnt hate you that much)

He becomes really studious at this point, taking notes in classes instead of daydreaming or playing Angry Bards on his phone 

“Joint first place...” You two mutter in disbelief, “JOINT FIRST PLACE?!” 

This is your breaking point too, this stupid orange beanpole cannot equal you in anyway

YOU DID NOT SUFFER A MONTH OF: “Can you reach that?” and variations of “Is the air more polluted down there?” Just for him to TIE with you

You look at him, his blue eyes shining with both fury and the thrill of a competition, both of you share an “It’s on”

This is it, boys. This is w a r

You and Childe squabble more often, perhaps not physically but there was this one time you tried to kick the back of his knees when he used you as an armrest

“You look a little tense down there, do you want a massage?” “I’ll massage your fucking neck-” “If you can reach it, that is.”

P.E is filled with sexual tension.

School is shit, so some of your classmates start shipping it

And though you deny it, and say that you would never date a note-sabotaging hooligan, you realise Childe incredibly gorgeous 

He knows you're beautiful too, which makes competition harder because sometimes he just daydreams about to next wrestling match you have with him. It's not because he likes you or anything he just looks forward to flirting fighting with you!

Then comes D-Day, the day when Childe got the message that he has a raging crush on you

So his brother Teucer, who's in primary school, is found crying in the school playground because he accidentally dropped the notebook his brother gave him into a puddle by none other than you 

You comfort him with chocolate and pick up the notepad, looking at the smudged ink that onced used to be a tutorial on multiplying fractions

Huh, this handwriting is familiar, and that whale doodle-  

Holy shit Childe writes notes for his brother? That’s?? So?? Cute??

Speak of the devil, hear comes the red head, his observant eyes catching the red rings under the small boy’s eyes

He grabs your collar, “What did you do to my brother?” 

Childe has never laid a hand on you before and doesn’t really overstep your boundaries, but if anyone touches his precious brother they will pay

Teucer looks at you two and nearly chokes on his chocolate, “They didn’t do anything! I just dropped-“

Small bub starts crying again and Childe hugs him, “Don’t worry Teucer, I'll write you more! I kinda forgot how to multiply fractions anyway!” He lies.

You’re on your way to the city centre, and since that’s close to where rich boy and rich boy jr lives, they tag along with you

“Thanks, y/n. Sorry for grabbing your collar, are you hurt?” He sheepishly scratches the back of his head, a little ashamed of losing his cool.

“I’m good. I never knew you had a brother!” You reply and Teucer jumps.

“Oh, is this the classmate you were talking about!? The one that beat you-” “SH-SHU-SHUSH TEUCER-”

And basically the rest of the day Teucer blabs about Childe’s crush on you

Childe just finds it adorable how you giggle at Teucer’s antics and how you speak so cutely and sofogohoho everything-

After that event, you kind of realise how nice Childe is

Like buying lollies for his senior, Zhongli during the summer

And sometimes he makes sure you eat well because he “can’t be happy when he beats you when you're not at your full capacity.”

He makes more height jokes, but they're in a gentler context now? Like, “You’re so angry and tiny, I should start calling you pocket rocket.” 

You’re slowly getting whipped for him too though. Sure, he draws those damn whale chibis in your notebook, but they have a little winky face and a heart now.

You don’t rub them out anymore, they’re too cute-

Childe burns himself out a lot, so you let him rest on your shoulder during free period and make sure he’s hydrated 

He’s whipped x2 now, good job

So now you guys go on study dates, and he’ll occasionally quiz you.

If you get something wrong, he gently flicks you on the forehead 🥺 But not too hard because “Competing against a person with dead brain cells is bad sportsmanship.”

Childe becomes more touchy (think chemistry, as time increases, the affection this boy has for you increases) like keeping you on one side of the road and ruffling your hair.

Everyone except you two know that you two are gonna be endgame at one point.

So 120000 coffee dates later, you ask him if he’s single or not (He’s popular with the ladies, gents and the non binary folk) and he shakes his head 

You twiddle your fingers and ask him out

Apparently, according to rumours, Childe is really harsh or incredibly sympathetic in terms of rejection.

Hoping to take the fall gently, you shut your eyes, but instead you feel your hands getting squeezing and you’re met with a red, flustered face 

Childe lets out a “Yes!” which comes out more shy than his usual coy tone of voice.

Ya’ll he’s so nice to you? He’ll still wrestle you and bully you about your height, but it’s so endearing?

So two new highschool sweethearts walk into school hand in hand all bubbly and lovey dovey. 

You both stare at the scoreboard of grades in your year...

You watch the colour drain from Childe’s face and when you look you feel like screaming...

“Joint... First... Place... AGAIN?!”

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Yu-Gi-Oh!• Cards• Dragons• Pandas• Blue Roses• Writing• Editing • Drawing• Art• Space Aesthetic• Fried Shrimps• Milkshakes• Cake• Baking• Stars• Disney• Cartoons• Anime• Plushies

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❤️Yusei Fudo

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Honorable mentions of past romantic f/o’s through the years:

Rocko’s Modern Life: Rocko

Disney: Max Goof (2002-2004/ 2012-2013)

Sonic X: Sonic

Danny Phantom: Danny Fenton/Phantom (2005-2010)

Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja: Randy Cunningham

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost (2015-2018)

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🖤Kyosuke Kiryu (my emo bff)

🧡Crow Hogan (my “kids are the future!” bro)

💛Jack Atlas (my coffee sipper bro)

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💜Martha (Foster Mama in law)

💞Dr.Fudo (Hakase Fudo) and Mama/Mrs. Fudo (Parents in law, deceased)

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Silver Midnight and Solar Blaze

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Day Ten

Day Ten of the Hello Spring 2020 Writing Prompt Challenge

Characters- Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Fem! Reader (Steve’s Sister)

Prompt- Balcony

Wordcount- 1,063

A/N- I made meself a bit teary at the end, there.

                  The moment you found out Bucky had been drafted, you’d enlisted to join the army. Being Steve’s older sister by a year, you and Bucky had grown up together, and you wouldn’t dream of letting him go to war without you. It was the way you’d always been, completely inseparable in a manner less platonic than Bucky’s relationship with Steve. The two of you had always stood up for your little brother, and since his medical problems prevented Steve from joining the military, you planned to fight for both of you. You just had to figure out how to tell them.

               Your enlistment had been different- you’d been selected for a special assignment, an Agent of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, the SSR, and keeping your training secret from your family and boyfriend was hard, but you knew they’d try to stop you if they found out before you were ready. Another long day of physical training left your body sore and weary, but you couldn’t seem to sleep. The sound of something bouncing off the glass pane of your window roused you from the bed, and for a moment you reached for the gun you now hid in your vanity, along with your cosmetics, before a smile spread across your face.

              “James Barnes, what time do you call this?” You called, stepping onto the balcony outside your room. You were grateful for the robe you’d pulled on before leaving the bedroom, as the night air nipped at your cheeks and chilled your body. Below your balcony stood Bucky with a cheeky smile, looking pleased with himself. “I’d enter through the front door, Doll, but Stevie would wanna beat my ass, the punk.” James called back, hands behind his back. The balcony was low, and you leaned onto it, resting your head on your hands as Bucky walked closer. “And pelting my window with rocks is better?” You teased, raising a brow at your boyfriend. He often came to your balcony, and you’d grown fond of and accustomed to the routine. “So subtle.” You chuckled. “Gotta see my best girl somehow, Doll.” He winked back, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Though he acted roguish in public, James was a perfect gentleman. Usually. He produced a single marigold from behind his back and offered it to you with the most adorable crooked smile on his face when your cheeks flushed. “My favourite. James, you spoil me.” You scolded playfully, kissing him softly again. He knew you preferred the marigolds to a bouquet of roses, and it had become a tradition for him to buy you one whenever he saw them. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He smirked.

              “James. What’s wrong?” You asked softly. He met your eyes, looking startled, before laughing with a wry grin. “You always know. I’m... I’m shipping out with the 101st, in the mornin’. Was gonna tell you at the World Fair, but you couldn’t make it.” He explained, frowning up at you. “I know. James, you think Stevie wouldn’t blab ‘bout it moment he saw me?” You pointed out, extending your hand, and lacing your fingers through his. “Damn. I just want you to know, I’m coming back home to you, ok?” Bucky said seriously, his blue eyes looking watery in the moonlight and amber glow from the streetlamps. “You’d best. And you’ll meet me here, at our balcony.” You told him, smiling slightly. “Cross my heart, Doll.” James swore. You believed him.

                     Your brother and boyfriend had a heart attack when Colonel Phillips called for Agent Rogers, and you saluted, dressed in the same army greens as your good friend Peggy Carter. Of course, once you proved you knew how to handle yourself by knocking Bucky on his ass a few times, they were less angry. He’d proposed to you, and with tears streaming down your cheeks, you’d ecstatically told him yes, while Steve threatened to “beat the shit outta ya, jerk” if he hurt you, and you thought you had it all.

                 The first time you thought you’d lost Bucky, Steve couldn’t keep you from coming with him on a very unauthorized and dangerous rescue mission, and you yelled at James for a good minute before pulling him into a passionate kiss, and telling him you’d kick his ass next time he was such an idiot. The second time, you were there, right behind Steve. You watched in agony as James fell off the train, and Steve had to physically restrain you from jumping right after him like you could somehow save him. You weren’t the same after that, and neither was Steve. 

           You didn’t think it was possible to be any more heart-broken until you sat in the radio operating room with Peggy as Steve crashed the plane into the icy sea, giving you one last goodbye as you and Peggy openly sobbed, holding each other like you were the only lifelines left.

               The pair of you went on to form S.H.I.E.L.D, and James Buchanan Barnes was the first name on the wall of heroes, your brother’s following right after. You and Peggy worked hard to create something you knew they’d be proud of, something to honour heroes, and hopefully to find more.

           For years, you would go out to your balcony, every night, in some silly hope that one night, Bucky would be there, with a bouquet of marigolds and a silly smile, and he’d kiss you and sweep you off your feet. Old and grey now, you still waited, still hoped. Your James had always been a man of his word, and he’d crossed his heart that he would meet you at your balcony.

                 When Steve Rogers woke from the ice, he visited you at the very same balcony. Unlike Peggy, even in your old age, your mind was quick as ever, and you’d wept, and then scolded your selfless idiot of a little brother, and Steve came to see you dutifully.

                  Three months later, you’d passed away peacefully, stargazing on the lounge chair resting on the balcony outside your room, and a year after that, Steve arrived to find a bouquet of marigolds left behind. They continued to appear on every moonlit, starry night, a handwritten engraving on the railing of the weathered and craggy stone reading Cross my heart, and Steve knew you were smiling wherever you were.

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Stupid Cupid

Steve Harrington x Reader

Author’s Note: So, two important things to note here: one, this is for @moonstruckhargrove‘s 1k Challenge, which ended two days ago I know. Two, in regards for this being late, I have a reason! I started some fucking angst with both Billy AND Steve and it...fine. And then I just hated it and it was over 6k and I just had to scrape it all. So now we have some fluff and longing, which I’ve probably written five times and is probably boring. BUT when I say I’ll do something, I do, so enjoy I guess

Tag List: @hargrovesgoldilocks @moonstruckhargrove @casaharrington @denimjacketkisses @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @thechickvic @alex--awesome--22 @so-not-hotmess

Word Count: 2,995

Warnings: cheating, maybe swearing?

Prompt: 11. I love you, you enormous pain in my ass 

You’d been dancing around the subject for a month and a half.

You really shouldn’t have been, but you were scared.

You’d started dating Billy the second he arrived in town and Steve thought you were actually nuts. At first, it might’ve been because he was in love with you, but then he got the shit kicked out of him by the fucker and all bets were off. He didn’t tell you about the scene, because he didn’t want you to worry or worse, bring it up with the asshole that’d done it to him, but he didn’t hold back his disdain about him with you anymore.

But you had a feeling something more was going on. Billy was not exactly subtle about his disdain for your friend, but you assumed it would fade eventually, a sort of jealousy on both their parts. But that didn’t fade and soon Steve was actively pissing on your guy. And Billy, well he’d always been an ass about Steve, so nothing much changed.

What changed was Billy’s attention. Kristen McMasters got a boob job over the Christmas break and all bets were off. Billy was…enticed to say the least.

Everyone seemed to know it was coming before you. Everyone except Steve. He would’ve told you, he swore that and you believed him, but he was distracted by his hatred and missed the signs. And you certainly didn’t see it coming. You knew enough about Billy’s family to guess that the holiday season was not going to be a merry season for him. You thought he was stressed out by upcoming exams and finding the cash to buy gifts for his stepmother and Max, which Neil was forcing him to buy. You thought it would fade when you got to Macy’s birthday bash.

And it did, sort of. Because he abandoned you and, after you went searching, you found him with Kristen McMasters riding him, her fake tits bouncing wildly. You guessed it was a good stress reliever for him.

You blamed Carol, for not telling you what was happening in the room she declaring your missing boyfriend was in. You blamed yourself, for not knocking first. You blamed Kristen, for going off with your boyfriend and screwing him. But mostly, you blamed Billy for being unable to ignore the lure of big, perky, fake boobs. You blamed him for being such an awful boyfriend.

You thanked Steve.

He found you, screaming at Billy and crying as he dismissed your emotions and smacked Kristen’s ass as she scurried out, red faced and head hung in shame. He led you away, letting you cry it out in the car, and letting you punch Carol in her bitchy face, wiping the snotty smirk off her face. Best of all, he let you hide at his place when your mother sent you angrily over to the Hargrove-Mayfield house with the big batch of cookies she’d made for them for Christmas. You gorged yourself on baking while watching movies in his big empty house; his parents weren’t home till Christmas Eve and you hid a batch your mother had made in the freezer for them to have, switching the notes she’s written out from ‘To Billy, Love Y/N’ to ‘To the Harrington’s, season greetings from the Y/L/N’s’ and insisting Steve pull them out to defrost before his parents returned. It was a nice that turned into several days as you just kept hiding their, studying for exams and listening to music and forcing him to decorate.

He helped you heal over Christmas. He helped you when you had to return to school. He held you back when you found Kristen and Billy were a couple and bragging about how Billy hadn’t been satisfied before he ditched you. He drove you to school and brought you coffee and kept Billy off your ass. He took a lot of grief from the guy in exchange for him ignoring you.  It was something he didn’t even think twice about; you didn’t need his bullshit and Steve didn’t really care, it just made Billy look like an asshole.

And it was making Billy look like an asshole. Even Tommy didn’t think it was that funny anymore.

The semester shifted wildly in Steve’s favour-suddenly, the world seemed to go back into place. But Steve didn’t want it anymore. He didn’t want to be King Steve; he wanted to be the world’s best babysitter to Dustin and his friends and your best friend. Internally, he wanted to be your boyfriend, but he didn’t think that was gonna happen and so he held out for the friendship you shared.

Of course, you were more than ready to be with him, if he’d ask. Steve, post Nancy, had gotten incredibly good at hiding his feelings. He didn’t want to get hurt again and you couldn’t stand the idea of ruining your friendship or his comfort with you by bringing in silly feelings. You’d just suffer in silence and watch him be happy.

But it was sort of weird. As Steve gained his status back among your peers, the girls who hadn’t been so vocal in their interest in him began crawling out of the woodwork and into his lap. Maybe they had always been there and you hadn’t noticed, or maybe they simply jumped ship from Billy onto him. But either way, Steve wasn’t as interested in them. And that threw you for a loop-Steve was always a ladies’ man, a womanizer and a flirt. Every girl seemed to have a Steve Harrington story-an encounter or a near miss that bound them in some sort of gossip circle. You didn’t have one of these moments, at least not one that you’d tell anyone about.

Steve was trashed, positively trashed. You knew that he was gonna go nuts, seeing as how it was March break and he had the house empty, again, meaning no one to catch him trashed upon his return. Katy Andrews, a naïve junior, had decided to throw the annual Spring Break Bash at her house, her parents seemingly equally naïve as to leave her alone while they went to Florida to visit her grandparents. The house was destroyed and poor Katy was crying in the bathroom, moaning that her parents were going to kill her, and you had to get Steve back home before he blacked out or did something even more regrettable. He had already smashed poor Katy’s pool table in the basement, although you weren’t sure she knew about that yet. You intended to get Steve out before he started blabbing about it.

Steve wasn’t easily dragged off by most, but you grabbed him tight and kept him moving, hooking an arm around his chest as he whined about wanting to “fucking party!”You were just glad Steve lived close so you wouldn’t have to drive him anywhere. Once you were out on the sidewalk, Steve went with you without a hitch, a goofy smile like pure sunshine on his face. When you arrived at him house, you pulled the spare key from under the mat and unlocked the door, not bothering to try to get Steve to remember where he put his.

“Finally, I got you alone…” he slurred stumbling into the dark house, his warm hands coming to your hips as he walked, well tripped, up the stairs.

“Oh god, Steve, be careful you’re gonna fall down the stairs and take me with you.” You laughed, pulling his hands off your waist and hoping he didn’t fall from the change. He whined loudly as you pushed him up and into his room.

“Alright lay down I-”

“Woah woah slow down, baby, I like it slow.” His hands came to your face and you froze, unsure if he was kidding or not. But his lips came to yours, quick and warm and gentle. And you let yourself kiss him back, a selfish decision you rationalized as the only one you’d ever make with him. He broke away first, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks, smiling softly at you “You’re so beautiful, Nancy…”

Your blood ran cold, but you maintained an easy smile as your heart broke “And you’re so drunk, Steve. Let me go get you some water so you’re not hung over tomorrow.” You said, patting his cheek gently and pulling away. Steve didn’t follow and you took the opportunity to let a loud and sad sigh trying to keep from crying. You’d done it yourself, letting yourself get your hopes up that he could feel the same way about you. You filled a glass, bringing it back upstairs. Steve had passed out and you decided not to wake him, letting yourself feel a bit of vindictive anger and letting him suffer in the morning. You had told your parents you were crashing at a friend’s house and so made your way downstairs, crashing on Steve’s couch, feeling smaller than ever.

You never reminded Steve of this moment, you didn’t want to embarrass the poor guy, but you distanced yourself a bit after that. You had had hope before that moment but after it you put some space between the two of you. You didn’t want to get hurt and you really didn’t want to get hurt by Steve. So you did your best to break away-you went out with other people, including one terrible date with Keith from the arcade. You partied without him, you drank and danced, you even hung out with Tommy and Carol again and got high in Tommy’s basement, watching Kristen beg for Billy’s attention as he kept his locked on you. It wasn’t fun, not nearly as it would’ve been to just get high with Steve, hot boxing his bedroom with a bag of cheese puffs between you. But it was what you needed to do. You needed to be away.

But Steve kept dragging you back.

He couldn’t lose you, he wouldn’t. He didn’t know what he did but he was determined to get you back. He chased you single-mindedly, determined to keep you in your life. And he did, you were never going away, and he knew that.

He made his moves in small ways too. He took you to prom, under the guise of him needing a date for when he won prom king, which he did by a landslide. He tried to not marvel at you in stiff taffeta as you shuffled around, trying to blow stiff pieces of hair out of your eyes as you sipped spiked punch with a bored expression. Prom wasn’t exactly your scene, but you had some fun dancing with him. He looked so handsome in his dumb suit and, later, in his cheesy plastic crown, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Despite not wanting to go at all, you had a lot of fun. It would’ve been better if he was actually your boyfriend, so you could be jealous when Tina tried to hit on him and make a scene. Instead you watched in silence, barely listening to Nancy as she whined about Jonathan’s whining about the music playing at the event. You wanted Steve to be happy and if that meant Tina then you’d deal with Tina next to your broken heart.

As summer came and college approached, you began to hit your breaking point. You had two options for college, one within driving distance and one on the opposite side of the state. You had been honestly been considering staying in two, a cheaper choice that could mean renting an apartment in between the school and your home town. But staying in town could only lead to more pain from your longing, a pain that could be ended simply by leaving him behind. Steve was staying in town, he was going to the police academy, so leaving could be the right choice.

But there was only one way to find out.

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy! all summer, leaving him smelling like spoiled milk all the time, but flushed with cash and a new found disdain for his classmates and their parents. You hung out with him at work often enough, meeting his co-worker Robin, who you thought Steve obviously had a crush on, until you learned about her girlfriend Heather. You felt silly after that, but it just reminded you that you had to tell him how you felt.

And soon.

You waited until July, because you had to submit your acceptance by the end of the month for community college and the second week for your second choice. You needed to know before you chose.

Normally, you wouldn’t invite yourself over to Steve’s house, especially without a call first, but something in your gut told you that if you tried to call, you’d chicken out. So you got in your car and drove, grinding your teeth and locking your eyes on the horizon, fingers rapping on the steering wheel erratically. You knew Steve’s parents were gone to the summer house in Spain, a trip Steve wasn’t invited on, but you didn’t know if Steve was home.

His car certainly was. You parked behind him, scurrying up the steps and knocking loud and fast on the door. There was no answer, but you tried again, ringing the doorbell, pressing the button a few too many times.

You heard Steve’s voice through the door “I’m coming! Jesus Christ…” He pulled the door open with a scowl that fell away when he saw you. He had obviously just been in the pool. You started to wonder if someone else was here. Still, you held your ground.

“Hey, Y/N, I didn’t know it was you, what’s up?” he said awkwardly, smiling tersely.

“I need to talk to you.” You said, pushing your way past him and into the dark house, dropping your bag on the table by the door. Steve followed behind you awkwardly, wet feet squishing on the tile. He didn’t know what you were here for, but he wasn’t exactly going to kick you out now.

You stopped in the living room, unlit and quiet. You turned to look at Steve, trying to settle your heart and breathing. “Should I go away for school?” you asked breathlessly, the words falling out of your mouth in a tangled string.

Steve’s eyebrows flew into his hairline “Why are you asking me?”

“Cause you’re my friend and I want your opinion.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest, foot tapping fasting on the carpeted floor.

“Well I don’t know, do what you want.” Steve said, your tense energy starting to feed into his own and making him tense and snippy.

“Well I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking you!”

“What does my opinion matter anyway, Y/N?” Steve sighed, looking away. His body language changed and you noticed instantly.

Because of course Steve didn’t want you to move away. He wanted you to stay right there in his pocket, where he could hold onto the hope that you’d one day catch onto these signals he was so sure were obvious to everyone and you feel the same.

“You clearly have an opinion, so let me hear it, I wanna hear it!”

Steve groaned, dread settling into his stomach. He didn’t like this conversation, he knew it would only end in a fight.

“Go wherever you want, Y/N, what does it matter what I think?”

“Because I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in my ass and I’m not gonna move away if you feel the same!” you cried exasperatedly.

Well there it was. It’s out. And Steve was deadly silently, staring at you unblinkingly. That was answer enough for you, you pushed past him and rushed towards the front door. You knew you were about to cry or scream and you wouldn’t let either happen in front of him.

Steve grabbed your arm, pulling you back and crashing you into his chest, his other coming to your face, kissing you hard before you could interject or try to pull away.

He’d frozen when you said that you loved him. Because that had never happened before. He’d said it once and the results were disastrous for his self esteem and mindset. But you loved him. It rocked him to his core, he didn’t know what to do. And then you were walking away and he knew he’d waited a second too long. And now he was kissing you and you were kissing him back and oh my god the world could end and he’d be utterly content.

He broke away first, he needed to take a deep breath, but he kept his hands firmly on your face, looking down at you with the softest, most love struck expression you’d ever seen.

“Don’t go, okay? I want you to stay here with me.” He whispered softly.

You couldn’t help the grin that broke onto your face “I thought you didn’t have an opinion?”

“I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“How could I know how you felt if you didn’t tell me?” you asked teasingly, poking a finger into his chest.

“I thought you’d catch on to…the obvious signals I was giving?”

“And what signals would those be?” you asked, watching Steve flounder for an answer, which he never found. “If it makes you feel better, I was looking for proof that you didn’t like me at all.”

“We’re idiots aren’t we?” Steve asked, pulling you closer to him.

“Nah, we’re just…selectively smart.” You grinned, and Steve pulled your chin up to meet his lips. You pressed a finger on his lips, keeping you apart for a second. “Wait, you…you like…you love me too right?” you asked awkwardly, watching as the error hit Steve again.

“Oh yeah! Shit, right, I do! I love you!” Steve blushed and you pulled him down to kiss you again, clinging onto him as if your world was ending.

In a way, it was.

[mayalaen]

Send these to your favorite Authors and let them blab! What is your total word count on AO3? How often do you write? Do you have a routine for writing? What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing? Do you have a favorite fic of yours? Your fic with the most kudos? Anything you don’t like about your writing? Now something you do like! Send it to some of your favorite Authors to spread some love!

Both @majesticduxk and @kisahawklin sent me this. Thank you, guys!!

AO3 Word Count1,402,085

How often do you write?Whenever it comes.

Do you have a routine for writing?I don’t have a set routine at all. In fact I’ve gone years before without writing and other times I’ll write multiple times a day or for hours at a time. I just have to go with the flow. If I push it, I get writer’s block, and I can’t push my way through writer’s block either.

What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?I’m into all kinks, but spanking in particular. I love domestic discipline relationships, and my favorite is discipline spanking, but erotic spanking is pretty high up there too. I love slave fic, BDSM AU, bodyswap, and all that fun stuff. I can’t pic a favorite ship. I want them all!

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?I don’t. There’s several that I’m very proud of, including CON ‘Verse and Alpha House, but I don’t really have a favorite.

Your fic with the most kudos?Tumblr Ask Box Requests has the most kudos, but that’s 40 individual fics in one. Alpha House is the single fic with the most kudos.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?I don’t like that I rush through descriptions. I worry I’m losing the reader’s interest, so I don’t put in a lot of detail/descriptions. And that’s silly because details/descriptions are interesting to me when I read fic, so I need to stop being a dork about it.

Something you do like?I really like writing dialogue. It’s easy for me and it feels like it isn’t boring to the reader so I relax when I’m doing it.

I’m gonna tag some writers here instead of doing the ask box thing because sometimes those don’t go through: @whataboutthefish @rosemoonweaver @maliciouslycreative @soupernabturel @indigoneutrino and anybody else who wants to play :)

[battle-goats]

Project Cooperation Chapter 4

Rating: T

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Tags: group project, uncooperative bakugou, mentions of masturbations, non-explicit

Summary:  When Bakugou and Midoriya are thrown together for a group project, they both think it's doomed from the start. But with Midoriya's stubborn determination the group pulls together. Sort of. In the mean time, it means plenty of alone time for Bakugou and Midoriya. With a decade old wall between them, they could never possibly get along as friends, let alone anything more. Right?

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Notes: Masaru’s opening line by @derederedancer from the IzuKatsu Server.

“Katsuki, are you gonna mope in there all day?” his mother called through the door.  Katsuki was huddled under the covers of his bed.  If he stayed here, he wouldn’t have to face the real world.  The real world, which included Deku.  The boy he’d kissed.  Because he was an absolute idiot with poor impulse control.

The door opened and his father stuck his head in.

"I'm opening the door, please be decent - oh good you're just angry about Izuku-kun again. Actually, the way you've been handling this Katsuki, maybe should we go over the birds and the bees again."

“What the fuck, dad!”

“Why are you so shocked, your mother and I saw this coming for years.  We were wondering when anything was gong to happen,” Masaru said.  He shut the door and sat in the desk chair across from Bakugou’s bed.  He was still rolled up in his blankets, but he was sitting up now.

“Son, we love you.  And out of anyone you could have picked, Izuku-kun is probably the best person for you.  Quite frankly that boy has seen you at your worst and is still interested is a minor miracle.”

Bakugou growled at his father.

“He’s such a nice boy, he could honestly do better -”

“Dad.”

“So smart, Yagi-san mentioned he was in the top fve in -”

“Dad.”

“I wonder what he’s planning on doing after graduating.  Maybe I should-”

“Dad!”

“Yes son?”

“Deku and I aren’t even together,” Bakugou said.  Masaru blinked at him in confusion.

“You’re not?  I thought you’d confessed,” Masaru said.

“I didn’t confess,” Bakugou mumbled.  His father leaned forward.

“What was that, I didn’t catch that.”

“I said I didn’t fucking confess.  I kissed him!” Bakugou snapped.

“Oh,” Masaru said as he stood.  He straightened his glasses and headed for the door. “Well son, the only thing I can say to that is this: you’re fucked.”

Masaru walked out.  Bakugou wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel reassured from this strange father-to-son chat.  Bakugou wrestled himself out of bed and sat at his desk.  He felt better having gotten out of bed.  But he still didn’t want to even look at his phone.  In case Deku had tried to contact him.

His phone chirped and he reached for it without thinking about it.  He glanced at the contact.  Round-face.  His eyes dragged down to the actual text. Good going lover-boy.  Bakugou tossed his phone back on the desk.  Obviously Deku had fucking blabbed to at least one other person.

Probably having a good laugh at his expense.  Talking about how shit a kisser he was, too.  

“Yeah, fuck that,” Bakugou growled.  He got up and crawled back into bed.  He flopped onto his back to stare at the ceiling.  Much to his annoyance, he immediately thought of Deku.  Of his soft face, and freckles, and the fact that his lips were slightly chapped.  He thought of the way Deku said his name, well, his nickname anyway.  And of course, his thoughts trailed to what Deku would sound like moaning, gasping his name.  What would he sound like as Bakugou worked him to completion?  Would he just gasp quietly, or would he scream Bakugou’s name?

Bakugou reached under the waistband of his sweats, just a little annoyed and frustrated that Deku had this kind of affect on him.

He finished quickly and hastily cleaned up his shame.  He felt bad for thinking about Deku like that.  He was just so soft.  Innocent, and cute.  Deku didn’t deserve his nasty thoughts.

Bakugou couldn’t look Deku in the eye at school on Monday.  He did everything in his power to avoid so much as looking at Deku.  Even though he sat in front of Deku in class, he did his best to not even look at him on accident.  Because every time he did, he thought of that kiss.  The kiss he’d initiated.

The day dragged on, and every attempt Deku made at starting conversation was shut down by Bakugou walking away or simply ignoring him.  At lunch time, Bakugou escaped to the roof where only the third years seemed to hang out, but no one said anything when he found a corner to hide in.

He was halfway through his lunch when a shadow fell over him.  Bakugou looked up to see Deku standing over him, his lunch in hand.

“The fuck do you want?” he asked.  Deku kneeled in front of him and leaned forward.  Bakugou leaned back to create some space between them.

“You’re avoiding me,” Deku said.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are,” Deku said, “you kissed me.  Why?”

“Why else do people kiss, you nerd?”

Deku took a moment to take that in.  He set his bento down, then took Bakugou’s from his and put it down too.  Bakugou stared at him.  Then, Deku took a deep breath, set his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders and leaned forward.  Bakugou’s eyes widened in panic and he pushed Deku away from him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded.

“What’s it look like?  I’m kissing you,” Deku said.

“Why the fuck would you?”

“Uhhhhhh, because you kissed me first, and people kiss each other when they like each other, so I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“What the fuck!?  No you’re not!”

“Why not?  You kissed me this weekend!  And then ran away.  I’ve been confused all weekend, and it’s your fault, Kacchan!”

“I don’t know why I kissed you, okay!  I just did it, I wasn’t fucking thinking!” Bakugou snapped.

“Oh really?  You don’t know why you basically pinned me to the door, touched me like I was something special, and then kissed me?  Really?  You’re really going to pull that shit on me, Kacchan?”

Bakugou grit his teeth.  He didn’t want to say it, saying it would make it real, and he wouldn’t be able to take it back.  But if what he thought Deku was getting at was true, then he really had nothing to lose at this point.

“Okay, fine, I kissed you because I like you!” he said.  In fact, he’d said it rather loudly.  Nearly shouted it.  He really hoped no one heard him.  Deku was grinning at him.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Deku said.  He braced his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders again and leaned in for a kiss.  Bakugou didn’t stop him.

Their lips met, and it was soft and hesitant.  Bakugou could feel the minute tremor in Deku’s body.  Bakugou brought his hands up to tangle in Deku’s hair and drag him closer.  Deku tipped forward and crawled into Bakugou’s lap.

They finally pulled apart, but Bakugou didn’t want Deku to leave just yet.  He fit perfectly in Bakugou’s lap.

“So, what does this mean then?” Deku asked.  He looked nervous.

“It means my boyfriend can kiss me whenever he wants to, obviously,” Bakugou said.  He pecked Deku on the cheek, then picked up his lunch. “But I’m gonna finish my lunch right now.”

Deku laughed and reached for his own.  They ate together in silence, though it was a little awkward when they tried to do so with Deku still stradding Bakugou’s lap.  Eventually Deku moved to sit next to Bakugou and they ate together.

“You know, I never in a million years would have thought you’d like me back,” Deku said.  He tapped the ends of his chopsticks against his lower lip.  They were red and a little swolen.

“Yeah well I never put much thought into liking people in general,” Bakugou admitted.  Very briefly in first year he’d had a crush on Kirishima, but that had been short-lived.

“You know, I think you’re the only person I’ve ever looked at or thought of like that,” Deku said with a smile.  Bakugou was stunned.

“Not even round-face?”

“Uraraka-san is my friend.  Besides, she’s been trying to muster up the courage to as Tsuyu-chan out on a date for months now.”

“Huh, that’s a surprise.  I though for sure she had a thing for you,” Bakugou said.

“Oh she did, in first year.  But she realized she’d rather have me as a friend, than a boyfriend,” Deku said.  Suddenly Deku reached over and snagged a piece of egg out of Bakugou’s bento.

“Hey, what the fuck.  Just cause you’re my boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’ll let you eat my food,” he said with a scowl.  Bakugou grabbed Deku’s last piece of hot dog.

“Ah!  Kacchan!  That was the last one!” Deku whined.  He pouted and Bakugou found it to be the cutest thing.  He leaned over and pecked Deku on the lips.  Deku’s pout was gone and he was smiling again.

The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch, and they scrambled off the roof to make it back to the classroom before the teacher arrived.  They slid into their seats with seconds to spare.  Uraraka gave them both a sly look and then a thumbs up which was aimed at Deku, who quickly returned it.  Then she was hiding a grin behind her hand as Nemuri-sensei walked in.

Bakugou just shook his head and turned back to the lesson at hand.  He was hunched over, taking notes in his frankly awful scrawl when a triangle of paper bounced off his shoulder and landed on his notebook.

He hastily opened it, quietly snorting at the fact that Deku was passing a note to him.  It was such a ridiculous thing to do.  

Wanna grab something after school?  Yes/No

Leave it to Deku to be the one to ask about a date first.  Bakugou quickly circled yes, then scribbled down a suggestion.  He folded the paper back up and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Bakugou-kun, Midoriya-kun, whatever you have to say to each other can wait until after class,” Nemuri-sensei snapped.  She stalked up the aisle and picked up the sheet of paper and read it with a smile.  Thankfully not aloud.  She crumbled the sheet up. “Ah, young love.  But your date plans can wait.”

The class erupted into noise.  To Bakugou’s complete shock, he watched Todoroki pull his wallet out and hand a bill over the Iida of all people.

“It’s about time,” Kirishima called from the front of the class.  Bakugou sighed, he hadn’t planned on everyone finding out all at once like this.  They hadn’t really talked about it, but there really wasn’t a whole lot of reason for them to hide their new relationship.  But it was brand new, so he’d wanted Deku’s attention all to himself for a while before everyone found out.

“Back to the lesson!” Nemuri-sensei called and the class quieted down.  Bakugou picked his pencil back up and returned to taking notes as the lecture was resumed.  Even so, despite his annoyance, he couldn’t help the grin on his face throughout the rest of the day.

[moontailor]

Feelings dump ´ 7 `

The good kind! aka. I’m at school but I can’t really proceed with anything just yet and i have a lot of feelings on me rn and I kinda want to get back to just blabbing on tumblr (even more so as I don’t really feel like I have friends to blab to) SO LEMME JUST--

Mostly this is about how I mentioned in one tag that I saw a dream abt Levi last week and I just-- Remembered how much I used to really love snk. Snk was the world to me before knb came into my life and there was just some really unique beauty to the serie that I haven’t encountered in others that I have watched (meaning I have not watched many series and there are likely a lot of series like that not saying there isn’t) and I just--

I miss snk and I miss Levi ;  v  ; my love was rekindled enough that I don’t feel like the Levi figure I have is a waste anymore lol, I’m still gonna put it on display once I move out and get myself a vitrine for it. AND I MISS RIVETRA lol the biggest accident ship of my life, I didn’t like them as a ship until I rp’d snk and the goal was to ship eruri but we accidentally made rivetra a thing and I just realized how fucking cute they are together and now I like it -  v  - fsghgfs.

BUT HONESTLY the amount I miss snk is probably proven by the fact I searched my old conversations for the snk rp’s I’ve written THAT ARE LITERALLY LIKE 3 YEARS OLD AT LEAST just so I could relive the hype of that time ´ 7 ` I feel so soft towards Levi and honestly it feels so refreshing liking a guy that’s actually like 30 in age unlike knb’s 16-y-o brats who only look like they’re 20. I kinda can’t believe it actually does feel refreshing like lol @ me :D:D

AnD tHeN I also just--- I envy my writing skills from a few year back _(:3J <)_ back then I used to also be in a roleplay forum where I wrote like small drabbles of text for every character so I used to really like actually write shit. So now when I compare my descriptiveness from a few years back to me now - wooooow I suck now. I’m so fucking lazy and my writings lack any and all personality and kick and I just use like three different words idk IT’S ALL JUST SO DULL I’m actually saddened by this. I wish I could either pick up proper rp forum writing or then just idk start reading some goddamn books to see how normal people write.

An rp forum would honestly be kinda fun though buuuuuuuttt the Finnish ones usually..... suck really badly.......... =  7  = there was once one that you had to be at least 10 years old to participate. That’s... Not really the demographic I want to be a part of -. u -.);;;

(Also thanks to the writing correction on the school computer I just learned it’s not “atleast” but “at least”. Way to have written that wrong for years lol.)

But yeah. Tl;dr I miss snk and I miss Levi and I also miss my good writing skillz and wish I could write more, preferably at a roleplay forum that would actually work ´ 7 `);;

BUT AT LEAST the Levi-cosplayer and husbando of my life told me they’re still very much up for rivetra cosplays ♥♥ ;  v  ; I can live at least one of my otp’s!! (‘cause MayuAka’s not happening and neither is AkaKuro..... *wipes tears*)

I wonder if there’s anything else. If ladyanna has read my babble this far, I suggest you keep your eyes and ears open latest the last full week of this month *shifty eyes*

Also anyone Finnish wanna roleplay w/ me hmu :^)

And anyone who wants to rp mayuaka in english or finnish :^^))

I hope y’all who read this crap all the way here will have a great week ahead of you ~♥ ´ v `

[mismagireve]

10 Days of Heroshipping!

time for something dumb and adorable

this is just a fun lil event to chill off from all the deaths and things in the recent dragonfable story, as well as show some love for our heroes and and shamelessly indulge in oc/canon shipping.  i suggested a week earlier, but after some thought, just five days wasn’t enough for everything i wanted to do!

you’re free to draw, write, animate, record, sculpt, or whatever you want to do to for any particular day.  likewise, you’re free to depict any ship as platonic if you want; sometimes love is about being there for someone and tickling them mercilessly instead of going on dates and smooching.  go wild my dudes!  just tag your entries with #10 days of hero shipping so we can find them all and enjoy them, and tell u how awesome they are.  late entries are always welcome since we all got lives outside of fandom, and sometimes art takes time.

so without further blabbing, here are the prompts!

Day 1: Hero/Hero

whether it be an NPC on the side of good like galanoth or aegis, this is where you’d celebrate the shippy vibes between one hero and another.  or if you want to take a more literal approach, the shippy vibes between your hero oc and another’s!  shipping is shipping my dude, im not gonna deny u the piece you want because of semantics.

Day 2: Hero/Villain

this is where we put our heropulchures.  our herovaals.  villains are some of the best characters in the game, and they generally have a very interesting dynamic with the hero.  why not explore that dynamic a little? B)

Day 3: AU

sometimes canon sucks.  sometimes canon doesn’t suck but u wanna be a mermaid or a vampire or fight everybody in a mad max style apocalypse.  i feel u either way my dude.  today is the day where u can explore the what-ifs of your ship.

Day 4: Hateship

sometimes shipping isn’t about good vibes and sunshine.  sometimes shipping is about throwing people that despise each other in the same direction and watching them tear each other apart while still also caring for each other, ya know?  today’s the day for such shipping.  let’s see those ships that your hero loves to hate.

Day 5: Broship

conversely, here’s the day to celebrate those ships that are less about shipping and more about one or more peeps and your hero being Bros.  and not just Bros, but Best Bros.  sit back on the couch with some popcorn and let your broship chill.

Day 6: Tragic Ship

also known as ravenloss day nah but here’s the ships that are doomed to fail, regardless of whether or not they involve tomix.  make us cry fam.

Day 7: Feelgood Ship

okay so maybe including tragedy in an event centered around escaping canon tragedy wasn’t the best idea.  to make up for it, let’s see some schmultz fam.  the cutest, feelsiest shippy nonsense u can think of.  make me wanna d’awww.

Day 8: Beach Episode

dragonfable is an anime right.  u gotta have a beach episode, fam.  u just gotta.  have some cute fun in the sun, or destroy your enemies in volleyball and waves.  so long as it’s on some kind of beach, everything is good my dudes.

Day 9: Next Gen

everything’s better with babies.  sometimes.  regardless, let’s see the next generation after your ship.  whether this is your ship having children and raising them with parental shenanigans, or your ship being old men yelling at clouds and complaining about adventurers these days, let’s take a peek into the future and see some new faces!

Day 10: Free Day!

GO NUTS FAM YOU EARNED IT

and there’s the prompts!  now i figured it’d be a good idea to give u guys time to plan out your entries and brainstorm, so for a date, how about starting from March 5th to March 14th?