#oh also if you want to read an AMAZING fic of this type of scenario check out

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation! They've written 120 fics in the Stranger Things fandom, with all of them being in the Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson tag!

@steddieas-shegoes recommends the following works by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation:

Hic sunt dracones

Someone who cares

Updraft

(You got me) in the palm of your hand

Just add water

Hype. My love. The girl with the dragon AU. I could not be more obsessed with Hype’s writing. I wasn’t much of a fantasy girlie growing up, or even reading fic in other fandoms, but something about the way she writes dragon fucking really sold me. Even when she isn’t writing some type of magical fantasy world, she’s writing intricate details about these characters we all love so much, and giving them stories that make them seem so interesting. She’s my number one hype girl when I run events, always participates even when she’s busy writing novels for the bang or after the bang. I’m so lucky to have been able to meet her and have her as a friend. We’re all lucky to have her in this fandom. Love youuuuuu ♥️ -- @steddieas-shegoes

Below the cut, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Because those two dumbheads came crashing into my brain and flipped a switch that I had never expected to get flipped again. Before S4, I hadn’t written fiction in over fifteen years and I had never posted any of my works, anywhere. I saw my first Steddie fanart on Instagram and I thought to myself, “Huh, that is neat. Let’s check out AO3.” And I did. And I fell down a rabbit hole of epic proportions. There were plot bunnies living in that hole. And I had been there, before, over the years, and every time I had found excuses to not write my ideas down. Except, this time, the fuckers were relentless. And so, one day, I sat down on my lunch break, and I bashed out the first 1.5k words of what would become “Someone who cares”. The next day, I sat down and wrote 1k more. And more the day after that. That was almost exactly two years ago, and there hasn’t been a day since where I haven’t written at least a few sentences. I’ve recently cracked 500k words published on AO3, all Steddie, and it sure as hell doesn’t like I’ll be stopping any time soon. I never want it to stop, tbh.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love when they are completely feral and unwell over each other. Give me those acts of undying devotion, give me that possessive sex, give me the jealousy and the drama. (But also give me that happy ending, most of the time. I will read a good dark fic, every now and then, but most of the time, I’m a happy ending sorta gal.) Bonus points if they snark and bicker like an old married couple while being also completely and irrevocably gone for each other.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

First and foremost, I think it’s safe to say that I love writing AUs (mermaids and dragons and demons, oh my …). There’s just something to sticking these boys in the wildest of scenarios and trying to figure out how they’d behave, and what it would take to make them fall in love (because they always fall in love, in every universe).  Another thing I frequently find myself drifting towards is the Found Family trope. Both of our boys are canonically depicted as having strained relationships with their biological parents, and I love exploring that and making them find safety and trust and a sense of home outside of that “traditional” idea of family - with each other, with the kids, with Wayne. There’s so many ways of exploring this trope, and I think that is beautiful. 

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

See, that is impossible to answer because there’s just thousands of them out there, and so many amazing ones that deserve all the love! No way I can narrow it down to just one. Here’s a few that I constantly find myself thinking of and that I keep recommending to friends: - Money, power, glory by @strangerthings1975 - one of the first ones I read and that got me hooked on the pairing - @wynnyfryd ’s Yogi!Steve series - delightfully filthy, delightfully funny, and one of the best ADHD!Eddie voices I’ve read out there - Sugar, we’re going down by @thefreakandthehair - everything lex writes sucks me right in tbh. She just has a great way with language, and how she portrays the boys is so lovely.  - @eyeofshinigami’s a/b/o series- lovely, in-character exploration of omega!Eddie and alpha!Steve and their relationship through its various stages. This is what inspired me to write my own a/b/o fic! 

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I can never reliably say what tropes or topics I’m going to explore beyond the projects I’m currently working on, because the plot bunnies do what they want. No way of knowing where they’ll take me next, so I’ll just sit back and enjoy the ride.

What is your writing process like?

I’m probably one of the most notorious plotters I know. Before I start writing, I need to have an idea of what’s supposed to happen in the story and where it’s going, or I’ll give myself massive anxiety. Almost all of my multi-chapter fics have an outline doc. (The only exceptions so far have been “Just add water” and “Whatever you want it to be”, and those were originally planned as one-shots and spiraled out of control.) The outline doc is my red thread that contains the story’s basic premise, an overview of the key characters and their roles, and outlines of the different chapters broken down into bullet points. Those are not set in stone. I frequently tweak details as I go (change the location of a scene, insert an extra Steddie or Stobin-centric scene if I feel they need more screen time, switch important revelations or plot points to a different chapter), but the outline document is my blueprint that ensures I know what I’m doing and how to get from point A to point B. I write chronologically, in the order laid down in the outline doc, and my first draft is actually pretty close to the version that ends up getting posted. I usually check for SPAG, tweak a sentence here and there, and that is it. 

Do you have any writing quirks?

I think the most noticeable one would be that I have a major case of wordy bitch syndrome. When doing chaptered fics, my finished word count always ends up higher than my initial estimate. When writing things with a word count cap, such as drabbles or microfics, I always, always, ALWAYS need to manically trim my first draft. One of the main things I do when editing is deleting superficial descriptors. (You don’t need three adjectives to describe the same action, Hype, you really do not!!!)

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Most of the time, I prefer posting my chapters as I finish them, because I thrive on that immediate feedback. Seeing my readers’ reactions and getting to experience the story with them as I write is a lovely feeling.

Which fic are you most proud of?

I think it's a tie between “Someone who cares” and “Hic sunt dracones”, which are both very special to me for very different reasons.  “Someone who cares” was the fic that started it all. The first thing I wrote after my 15-year hiatus. The first fic I finished. The first fic I shared. This fandom has made my life a lot brighter and brought me close to so many amazing people, and it all began here. “Hic sunt dracones” is the one that has exceeded all of my wildest expectations. Everything I dreamed of but never thought possible when I first started sharing my stories, this one has achieved. It has sparked incredible fandom friendships for me. It has made rec lists. It has fanart. (The info may or may not be out already when this posts, but I've been reliably informed that someone is currently BOOKBINDING it. ���) I just continue to be floored and humbled by the reactions to this fic!

How did you get the idea for Just add water?

I crowd-sourced it! I had just hit 250 followers on tumblr, and to celebrate, I did a round of polls to let my followers pick a concept for my next fic. AU or canon-adjacent? What kind of AU? Who was supposed to be the mer-dude? Where should the fic be set? In the end, I had a mermaid AU with mer!Steve and human!Eddie, set at Lovers’ Lake and one scene as well as two dialog prompts to include. It was heaps of fun and a bit surprising watching the poll results roll in, and I love the fic that came out of it (even though it spiraled from the originally intended one-shot and ended up being five chapters and over 20k long 🤣). 

When writing Updraft, what was something you didn’t expect?

I definitely didn’t expect for Steve to come forward and admit he was very aware of Eddie’s history and that he’d basically had a crush on him for the past four years. I did not plan that part at all, it just sort of snuck up on me, and suddenly he’d said it and I was like “damn, that’s good, we’re keeping that in.” That’s what I mean when I say that, no matter how much planning you do, they just have a mind of their own sometimes. I love surprising myself like that!

What inspired Updraft?

When I was brainstorming ideas for the Steddie Big Bang 2023, I jotted down a little bullet point that said “Something steampunk bc steampunk is cool” and that was basically it! 😂 I just love the entire steampunk aesthetic, and I always wanna give artists something image-heavy that they can really go to town on for a collab. (And let’s be honest, somebody needed to put Steve in a tophat. It had to be done.)  The idea didn’t make the final cut for the 2023 Big Bang, but I sort of kept rotating it in my brain for the next twelve months, and then decided to go with it for the 2024 round, and was lucky enough to be claimed by @cuips-not-cute, who really nailed the aesthetic I was going for with their artwork! ⚙️🎩❤️

What was your favorite part to write from (You got me) in the palm of your hand?

The sex scene in the van. Definitely one of the sweetest, softest smut scenes I’ve written to date. Closely followed by the finale in front of Eddie’s tent, with Steve in full costume, trying to struggle his way through that over-the-top script that Dustin wrote for him. 😂

How do/did you feel writing Someone who cares?

I mainly felt very confused with myself, because I hadn’t written ANY fiction in forever, and here I was, with that novel-length beast just pouring out of me one word at a time. I also second-guessed myself a lot. Was my English good enough? Wasn’t I writing everyone horribly OOC? What if nobody liked it? I think I’ve rarely felt as nervous as I did on the day I hit that Post button on chapter 1. I couldn’t believe I actually did that, but today I’m so proud of myself and very happy I took that leap. 

What was the most difficult part of writing Hic sunt dracones?

The damn middle part! 😅 This is actually something I struggle with a lot. Many of my stories come to me with pretty solidly formed beginnings and ends, but connecting the two is what regularly gives me headaches.  “Hic sunt dracones” was no exception here. The first few chapters just sort of barged into my head, nearly fully formed, and demanded to be written with an insistence I couldn’t ignore. By the time I posted chapter one, I had almost everything up to the castle escape figured out, and I had a pretty solid idea of the ending I wanted, but the in-between was very blurry to me. For the longest time, the only thing my outline said was “They hang out at Eddie’s lair and fuck a lot”, but I had no idea on how to actually move the story forward beyond the monsterfucking. 🤣 What really did the trick was adding the sacrifice scene in chapter three to my plan, because that sort of is what propels the rest into motion and allowed me to tie things together at the end. That, and adding Wayne and his merry band of misfits to the cast, because Steve needed someone to actually fuel his character growth.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I mean “Yes, beloved?” gets screamed back at me so often I’ve made it my ask button, but there’s many.  I loved writing their first kiss in “Someone who cares”, because I had been edging both myself and the readers for seven chapters and by the point I finally got around to it, even I was like “damnit, come ON already!!”  I was grinning so hard while writing the big reveal in “Just add water”, where Steve physically dunks screaming, wet rat Eddie to shut him up.  Those are just two examples, but I have many of these scenes, and when people pick up on them and tell me how much they loved them, that always makes my day a little. 💖

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Anyone who follows me is probably sick of me talking about it by now, but @houseofthemovingimage and I are working on an absolute monster of a fic and art collab. It’s called “The King’s Gift”, and it features time traveler Steve, medieval king Eddie, a fae curse and lots of fun and drama and romance. ✨ I will not try to give any more estimates on when it’ll start posting bc we’ve both had a bit of a year and good things take time, but just know that I’m munching on the drywall over here, I’m so feral over it.  Other than that, I’m planning on participating in the @steddieholidaydrabbles again this year, and I may have been bouncing ideas with some other artists and fellow writers about more collabs, so there’s definitely more to come!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Thank you to @steddieas-shegoes for nominating me, and thank you to the amazing mods here at @steddieunderdogfics for all the hard work you’re putting into this blog! I love reading your fic recs and interviews, and it was so much fun getting to do one of my own. 🥰 This little online space we have here is so beautiful and creative and full of so many incredibly talented, kind and supportive people, some of whom have not only become moots but friends over the past two years. The Steddie fandom brings a smile to my face every single day, and I am simply unbelievably happy to be a part of it!

Thank you to our author, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, and our nominator, @steddieas-shegoes! See more of @just-my-latest-hyperfixation works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

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Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec

Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.

Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.

@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.

If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist

@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.

American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)

Check out their Mando fics too :)

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.

@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.

or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.

@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.

Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.

@writeforfandoms  - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.

@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.

@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P

Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...

@as-is-above-so-below  - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.

@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"

series, action action action and of course, love story :)

@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia

series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *

@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?

and one of my biggest supporter.

Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.

@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.

@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.

@starstruckmiraclekitty  - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)

@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint

you get all with Kat!!!

@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )

The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.

@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!

Now , Some brilliant artists:

@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.

@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.

@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)

@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.

@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.

@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)

I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.

[musette22]

oooh Minnie....you know those fics out here that have the characters watching the future and things like that (where they watch their own movies or read the books and react? ) I was wondering if ever Steve and Bucky were to watch their movies (maybe an avengers watch the movies type situation) and they get progressively more confused as Endgame goes on because why would Steve ever leave Bucky? Or maybe they're watching CATFA and during the bar scene Steve watches the scene and realises that Bucky might have been in love with him. And the avengers pause the movie for Steve and Bucky to have a conversation because Steve sees the look on Bucky's face when Peggy arrives.

Oh and Steve reacting to the bank vault torture scene in WS as well as the in CW ....ooh the possibilities.

I'm sorry if I didn't explain myself very well.

Hello my darling! I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply to this lovely message, it's been a very busy few days! But aaahhh, this is such a beautiful idea, especially the second one you mentioned 🥺 I can just imagine the Avengers, post-TWS, watching the new Captain America movie that's been made about Steve's life (featuring a pair of certain very handsome Hollywood heartthrobs...). And Steve is ready to hate it, as he's hated all the other movies about him he's seen, but he finds that he actually quite enjoys it, more than he thought he would - until they get to the scene in the bar you describe, and Steve huffs out an awkward laugh and says, "Okay, I'll admit this one is pretty good so far, but come on... I don't understand why they've made it look like Buck was jealous or something. Why would they do that? That's not how it was at all, right Buck?"

But Bucky doesn't say anything, eyes remaining glued to the screen and refusing to meet Steve's gaze. The rest of the Avengers are pretending not to be watching what's unfolding between them (except for Clint, who's openly staring at them while munching on popcorn), but the room is collectively holding its breath.

"Bucky?" Steve repeats, willing Bucky to look at him. "You were just teasing, right? You weren't actually jealous." He pauses, feeling wrongfooted somehow. "Were you?"

Bucky swallows audibly, meeting Steve's eyes for a fleeting moment before looking away again. "'Course not."

"You liked Peggy," Steve insists. "You- you were happy for me. Right? Buck?"

Bucky gives a jerky nod. "Sure, Steve."

Steve feels suddenly like he's missed a step on the stairs. "Bucky, what's- I don't understand, why-?"

With a deep, heartfelt sigh, Bucky's shoulders sag, and he finally looks up - and the look on his face makes Steve’s heart go into freefall.

"Steve..." Bucky shakes his head slowly. "Of course I was happy for you. Doesn't mean I didn't also want to yell and rage at her, for coming between us the way she did. For being what you wanted, what you deserved. For taking you from me. Even if you were never really mine."

And once Steve has recovered from the shock, once his heart has started beating and he's found his voice again, he finally, finally finds the courage to admit what he's been keeping a secret for all those years - that he's loved Bucky from the moment he met him and wanted him from the minute he was old enough to know what wanting someone meant, and that if he'd only known, there wouldn't have have been any question about it: he’d have chosen Bucky over Peggy in a heartbeat, in every single way, over and over again.

And as they fall into each other's arms, teary-eyed but happier than they've ever been, the other Avengers wipe away stray tears, sneakily hand each other cash.

Aaahhh I love this, nonnie 🥹🥹 And you're right, the possibilities *are* endless!! So many other amazing scenarios to think about with this particular trope! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with us, honey! ❤️😘

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Chuuya with an s/o who loves books!

Scenario:-chuuya with an s/o who loves books and reading

Pairing:-chuuya nakahara x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff/comfort

Type:-oneshot/headcanons

A/N:- heyy yall happy bsd Wednesday!!!!

Okay so ive noticed that in a lot of chuuya fics hes buyin em expensive clothes and jewelry and stuff right?

But what if his s/o wasnt into those stuff but would still agree to it if it was books?

I feel like he’d definitely understand

Because even he knows how to appreciate the little things.

And he knows u well enough to know what u like and dont

Imagine him with an s/o who still shops at their regular stores and still wears their regular clothes and stuff and is also mindful of how they spend(out of habit)

But the moment you enter a bookshop????

SHIT GETS REALLLL

Books are the only thing you dont mind splurging on and you’d best believe thats where all your saved money goes

He really doesnt mind it tho

He’s managed to pick up quite a lot of interesting and useful books on your visits to the store

And the absolutely thrilled and completely happy smile on your face when you discover a new book,find one youve been looking for or just BUY A BOOK isnt too bad either

You introduce him to a lot of your favorites too and based on his responses are able to give him book recs he (actually) ends up liking

You two have a smol personal library filled with both yours and his collection

And the entire process of bonding over books and storylines and characters and EVERYTHING just makes you closer than ever before

You each learn things about eachother and its an incredibly adorable experience/sight

Also,returning to the expensive clothes thing

I think he’d at least want you to have a few proper event outfits,which you finally agree to.

Basically,he wants you to be well off but also happy with what you have

OH ALSO

imagine goin to book launches with him????

Like yess slayy

He’d be able to EASILY get yall invites and if its a book from a series or author u both like,hed agree to wear outfits that fit the vibe of the book or just ur fave characters.

And he’d lowkey be excited to meet the authors with you

Dammit he’s turning into you😭(slay😌)

And like imagine readathons with him??? Hed be just as,if not more,invested in it as you!

I just think itd be cute mann

AND IMAGINE HE PAIRS UP BOOKS WITH WINES THAT REMIND HIM OF THEM???????

Ahh perfecttt

He loves wine,and you love books,they may be kinda different interests but just like you,they go together splendidly~

@chuuyahoo said that chuuya would look amazing in glasses,

Sooo

Imagine you just get him fake reading glasses and he jokingly wears it at first but then he gradually actually starts wearing it when he reads(even tho they do literally NOTHING) and you never say anything because ita adorable😭

Also she pointed out that dazai might try to slip in a copy of “the complete guy to sucide”into chuuyas book pile and when he gets to it and sees it l,chuuya rolls it up and fkin WACKS THE LIVIN SHIT OUTTA HIMMM

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[iamforsaken]

Hi!! I read your fics and I loved them so much!! Could I request Dee with a rich bf (or gn s/o if you don’t do male) that loves to spoil him all the time? A little idea is that once Dee joked about his bf donating a stack of cash or two to Dee’s homework business but then the next day, he saw them on his desk at home in that fancy white and gold paper ribbon.

oh gog thank you so much!!! Just know that whenever I am giggling and kicking my feet while writing these….

(Also I am totally fine with writing male readers!!! I understand the shortage…)

Okay…. Where to start…. Adding on to the scenario from the second ask you sent where you give gifts to each member of the family… Dee would definitely be a little bit embarrassed because of how Victoria is with that kind of stuff… and also Heavy would be SUPER excited so he would have to deal with trying to get you two away from him. Glam would be typically appreciative…

If you were ever to be in a “meet the family” situation it would be…weird… even if you have a distinct “rich boy aura” or not… once again Victoria would be very very hesitant and ask you a BUNCH of questions about your house and stuff…. Heavy would also definitely ask questions but instead of judging he would just be amazed.

Now on to stuff regarding Dee… he definitely strikes me as the type of person who is bad at reviving gifts… so in the situation in this ask he would have no idea what to do… he did NOT think that you would take it seriously but eventually he would just get used to casual things like that… but never completely…

If Dee ever wanted to get cocky he would expect you to buy tickets and stuff for dates…of course he would still try to give you gifts to even or out, but he figures you have most of that figured out.

Sorry I could not go into more depth!! I hope you enjoyed!!! ^_^

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y'all, I'm so high rn, but I think I wanna write something in omegaverse. It would be my own twist on it, of course.

Imma put the thingy cause I got a little ramblelly

Bc I think like the trope itself could be so fun to examine through a world building aspect. Having a secondary sex, (or gender, that's something else I'll get into) is such an amazing thing in and of itself. There would be whole new ways to be transgender and/or queer.

So, would transgender people really be treated differently? When they have to be pretty common, like say statistically 30% of the population, at bare minimum.

But back to the sex thing. Like, assumably, you could still reproduce with your primary sex? So, theoretically, you could be the biological mother or father of your child. That means in a society like this, gender roles about parenthood could be virtually none existent.

And your secondary sex (I'm calling it a sex bc it aids in reproduction) is also sort of an assigned gender. Like, in fic, that I have read (bc sometimes when you got a rare pair, you gotta step outta your comfort zone) omegas are sort of looked down on, and alphas are looked up to. But what if you're born physically an alpha, but you feel like an omega? And is being alpha/omega rare? And aren't they sort of expected to go together? So what would people think of alpha/alpha pairings, or omega/omega? I imagine being beta is like, the equivalent of being cis het here, in terms of commonality.

And then there’s that scent thing. Apparently, it makes you very attractive to your...idk how to explain this gender split stuff rn, bc I'm like, so baked. Like how irl some people still think men/women are opposites, in omegaverse people think alpha/omega are. Attractive to your opposite sex/gender.

But like, if alphas are supposed to be this charismatic idol, then naturally, they make it to the top. But what if that scent thing also works on all people attracted to alphas?

And the omega scent thing is also supposed to be all sex and shit. But also like, protective? Like it gives you this urge to keep them safe or some bullshit? Bc they might be pregers. And it works on all people attracted to omegas.

And like there could be people omegas attracted to other omegas. But they might be able to get away with it if they're male/female bc that's always been the expected thing. (Bc obviously, if betas are in charge, they aren't going to think about the needs of alphas/omegas.)

(Though it could be entirely the other way around, with alpha/omegas being the norm, and betas being looked down on bc they only had one method to breed.)

See? There's so much you can do with it. But usually, all you see is the sex stuff. Which is cool if that's what you're looking for.

But I want a political intrigue type drama where the different genders play against conventional roles. And also there's a lot of smut.

But like the being in heat leaves you coherent enough to say yes or no. Or that their scent starts to smell bad as a self-defense mechanism. Oh, I like that, actually. But anyway, I don’t like dub-con like this. For like, personal reasons.

So there is a lot of smut. That is at least a little queer every once in awhile. But tbh that's just bc this gummy got me horny af. Except I'm also asexual af and the thought of myself in any sort sexual scenario makes me want to have a panic attack irl.

Anyway, you could write it as this gender equality utopia.

Or you could right it as the way it probably would be--humans always find a way to build culture, to make a society. Societies have rules to keep the status que. There will always be those who are by nature against that status que and will be seen as different or other.

Ok, I think I have accidentally done like, some of my world building here. That makes this a sacred post.

Wait shit. Am I actually going to do this? I don't really think I can. Unless I write it on my phone, bc the shitty ass laptop is too far away.

[bearzisvibin]

Summary: Grian, an 17 year old boy, had a secret: he preferred men over women. Except.. it wasn't really a secret anymore and he was now homeless.

Luckily, his best friend and slightly sketchy person Mumbo Jumbo was there to give him a job with one of his many connections.

-

Born from a rich family, soon to be 18 Etho Labs was being prepared to take over his family's business and fortune from his long dead parents when he got struck with a disease.

He had gotten too tired to even get out of bed, but when his friend and business ally Mumbo asked to help a friend in need he really started to look out for the company.

(probably will post this on AO3 later, this is a Gritho/Grian x Etho fic too btw sooo....)

TW: Slurs, internalized homophobia, sick person ig, sexual discrimination.

old timey setting i think? But not historically accurate.

Chapter 1

•Grian had nowhere to go, his parents threw him out of their house and honestly? He deserved it. He deserved it because he was a faggy bitch, because sometimes he liked to wear skirts and look pretty in makeup when that was a girl's thing, because he chose to love men and because he was weak.

But now it wasn't time to cry, if he wanted to survive out here he had to make a decision, and he had to make it quickly.

He walked through the streets in shame, pretty sure he would get a cold best case scenario, and frostbite in the worst case because of the winter slowly but surely approaching.

He wished he was wearing more than the thin jumper and simple black pants at the moment.

---

It was already night when he got to his friend's porch. Mumbo might judge him, maybe even hate him, but he also knew every type of people and places and certainly would find a place for him.

He knocked once, after a few seconds twice and then once again. Mumbo taught him this since day one, so he would know it wasn't some authority begging for information on his more sketchy friends.

The man slowly opened the door. I took a few seconds for him to realize 'oh, it's just Grian', but he hurried to open the door fully as soon as he noticed, akwardly inviting him to enter his house.

"... I'll always wonder how someone like you could be a sketchy person, you're just so awkward and gentle."

Mumbo giggled slightly at that, then they talked and talked about everything and nothing. It was nice.

It was after more than an hour when the situation he was in got brought up by the other.

"....And it was amazing!! She danced soo well you should've seen it!! I recommended her to a party for a friend's child, such a adorable kid too!! So respectful! Well, but enough of me."

His face fell at those words, putting what Grian called his 'business face' on. The thing is: he never used it at him.

"What are you doing here Grian? I could help you, but it depends on the job."

It took all in Grian's body to not flinch, instead he put on his best smile of amusement.

"What do you mean Mumbo?"

Mumbo leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.

"You've been... Jumpy since you got here, the first thing you said was about me being sketchy, you're not wearing weather appropriate clothing and i know how sensitive you are to the cold."

He eyed the younger man up and down, and Grian realized he was reading his body language.

"You look stiff too, your face is ever so slightly faltering and you've been undeniably quieter."

Grian couldn't hold it anymore, he gave up on maintaining his stoic face and almost immediately tears fell down his face.

"I- I'm not sure if you'll be okay with what i've been doing but... I got thrown out of my house because i'm... Because i sinned and loved the wrong way. I wanted men the same way i should want women and i sinned by doing so!"

Instead of anger, disgust or even just apathy, he saw worry in the other's eyes. Mumbo was three years older than Grian and lived on his own, but Grian was younger and inexperienced in anything life related.

"Oh Grian, i- why would i resent you for that? You can stay here for now if you want? I can buy you a house and pay for it until you get a proper jo-"

Grian turned his offer down immediately.

"No!! Gosh no, i can't take advantage of you like that! I just want a job, one who pays enough for me to live, i don't care what... Type."

Mumbo frowned.

"I'm not gonna get you a job as a prostitute, you're too young. And i'm also not going to put you in any dangerous or extra sketchy situation. And I definitely won't make you work for someone who doesn't accept who you are."

He seemed deep in thought.

"This seems to shorten the list quite a bit... But i probably can get a job for you."

Grian waited and waited, he seemed to be thinking for quite a bit, before getting to a conclusion.

"There's this boy who's really sick, he's from a rich family who pays people very well and he's also quite not convencional, you know, like you Grian."

Grian froze, before panicking.

"Wha? What?? So he's like, a fag or something? I'm trying to get away from these bad thoughts please don't push me to do the wrong thing i-"

Mumbo shushed him, looking sorry, with pity even.

"Oh Grian, don't be like that. Etho is trans, was born a girl and now is a boy. He isn't wrong for that, because those are his feelings and his truth and he can't change that, nnd neither can you. You haven't sinned, you've discovered yourself, go along with it."

Grian heard Mumbo's advice, his friend aways knew what to say and Grian felt a bit better.

---

Grian was getting tired, Mumbo talked a lot at once and as much as he loved to listen he did have a very rough day.

He tried to fight back a yawn, ultimately losing.

"Oh you must be tired! I'll get a room ready for you, you'll stay here at my house while i try to get you that job."

---

Grian was fine, he could pretend it was just a sleepover at his old friend's house! He could pretend he just chose to get a job and live a new life! He could!!

But he didn't really want to.

His first day at Mumbo's house was filled with soft, silent crying.

----

Grian had beem to his house for almost a week when Mumbo announced that he got the job.

"Etho's very quiet and a lot of people left the job because he wasn't a friendly person, but he does like the company even if he doesn't show it."

The taller took a sip from his tea, telling him the basics of the job. It was clear that he and 'Etho' were friends for a long time.

"He's really sick, but he'll survive, probably. He doesn't have the energy to do certain activities and you should do them for him if he asks you to."

Mumbo got up, getting ready to leave for "work", what work? Grian chose not to know.

"I'll be out for a while bud, ask the maid if you need anything! She's very good at whatever job she does, you'll go like with the labs family tomorrow."

Grian simply nodded as Stress walked in the kitchen, she was nice company and he helped her with house chores sometimes, when being alone felt too bad to hold in.

---

Stress was guiding him to a train station, her and Mumbo having small talk together.

He spent enough time with the girl to know a lot of things: she was married to a inventor named Iskall, she loved flowers and pink, and she was absolutely the strongest person he knew.

She was nice and preferred to be heard than to be seen, she talked a lot just like Mumbo and they got along really well.

And now he wouldn't see her as much, which was a pity, but he would stop bothering Mumbo and get a job.

He knew less about 'Etho' than he knew about stress.

He was 17 just like Grian, he was rich and he was quiet, he was extremely sick and he was a tranny. Grian couldn't work with that much information! What if he fucked up? If he did something the other might not like? He would be damned for sure!

Well now it didn't matter because he was at the train station, the train arriving in less than twenty minutes and a Mumbo getting emotional.

"Aagh, you! I can't believe you're leaving! You're like my little brother and look at you now! All grown up and on your own! Will you be alright? I can aways go get you and you can come back to living in my house, we could spend our time playing board games together if you-"

Stress giggled a bit while agressively elbowing the taller.

"Oh don't worry your little head Mumbo! The sunflower will be fine. Sunflowers are known to aways find the sun anyways."

Grian felt his cheeks warm up, everything about this was so nice, bittersweet, but oh so nice.

Then, his train arrived.

"Oh!! This is the one. I'll- I'll miss you guys, ok? I'll try to keep in touch!!"

He then ran off, the train was relatively empty and quiet.

It was fine, he was going to be fine, this was his life and he was going to play by his own rules.

---

It took almost three hours for him to get to his destination, a small city with simple people, the only house that wasn't 'humble' was a mansion at the top of a hill, isolated from the rest.

Probably his workplace.

He stepped out of the train, shielding his eyes from the soft sun and enjoying the cool air of the end of fall.

Soon this will all be covered in snow.

He hummed happily at the thought, he liked winter when he wasn't freezing to death on his way to his friend's house.

In his joyful appreciation, he barely heard steps coming at him, and only opened his eyes when they stopped right by his side.

A well built ginger with a resting bitch face and pale skin, a long haired man wearing bright greens and blues and other colors around in his jewelry, a soft smile and a beard, a tall man with a apron and an even bigger beard right behind the two.

In front of the group was a small(but still taller than Grian, he noticed bitterly) boy, his skin was pale and his hair was white, he looked like he hadn't rested in a long time and he was wearing a mask.

He was cute.

"Oh! You must be Etho labs right? It's a pleasure to meet you. The name's Grian."

Etho seemed to be taken by surprise by this and Grian couldn't stop thinking he messed up.

"Oh, you seem quite surprised. I didn't say something wrong did I? I'm sorry if i did."

He bowed slightly at the other in apology.

"Oh no! Etho just isn't used to people talking directly to him. People tend to assume, because he's sick and young, he can't talk for himself."

Grian frowned slightly at the long haired man.

"Well, that sounds like bullshit."

The white haired boy laughed, but quickly got back to his blank face, this time with what he could see of his face red of embarrassment.

Grian smiled amused.

"Well, i suppose we should go. Lead the way please"

---

The walk was nice, they walked until they got into a park.

There was a carriage right next to a white rose bush, without thinking he plucked one of the flowers out and carefully took it's thorns out before getting in the carriage.

Then, with almost no thought, he put the rose behind the other's ear.

"This one matches you, take care of it."

The rest of the ride was uneventful, except for the small answers to the small questions he asked and one conversation they had together.

"Oh, i've never seen a lake this big."

"It's the ocean."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"Well, i've never seen the ocean too! I think it is pretty."

"Really? It's just so normal.... Just water, you know."

"It isn't 'just so normal", it's poetic!"

The talk ended with a little hum from the other.

Sometimes, the older ones would talk between themselves. The ginger was called 'Cleo', the long haired was called 'Joe' and the one with the apron seemed to be nicknamed 'Beef'.

Cleo seemed to be happy to get Etho a friend, the tall man Beef didn't want Grian to be here and Joe seemed to be the peace between the two, telling them that Grian will stay if Etho wants him to stay.

"He's Mumbo's ally! You know how dangerous that man can be."

Beef argued, Cleo shook her head.

"Etho is Mumbo's ally, and he's not dangerous is he? Plus that's a kid and we should offer help to a kid!"

"Oh great so now i'm a charity case. Just great!"

He said, making sure to look at the group. The three of them looked at the dirty blonde at the same time, Etho snickered and looked at him.

He smiled at the other,

---

It was clear he wasn't winning this Beef guy's trust, but he didn't need to.

Because Etho liked to spend time with him and he was honestly quite cool! He had books upon books on martial arts ("when i get better i will be the best fighter! Everyone will fear me and adore me, you'll see."), he loved gardening("nothing exists without those plants, caring for them is respecting my own existence.") And had knowledge in almost every field("i grew up an only child in a rich family, i didn't have a substitute, of course i know a lot.")

He wouldn't consider himself talkative, but around Etho even normal conversation seemed like too much talking.

The other didn't mind, answering questions when he was asked and even leaning on touch when Grian accidentally touched his shoulder or dragged him by his hand to explore the absolutely gigantic house.

How could anyone not want to spend time with him? Sure, he was almost aways silent and had a sassy personality but he was such a cool dude!

---

They were in the room reading when Cleo came in with two people he did not recognise.

Both seemed barely older then them, 4 years max, and they were dressed in fancy clothing.

One of them had brown hair and Scars all over his body and the other had black hair and glasses.

Grian didn't know what to think of this.

"Etho, mr Scar and Mr fan decided they needed to speak with you immediately."

The other took his eyes away from his book, he didn't know what Etho thought about those two either.

"Scar and Cub, founders of Concorp. Fancy seeing you, i'm glad for your visit. What may you need?"

He got up from his bed and bowed respectfully, Grian noticed admiration on his words.

The dirty blonde decided that he liked those two.

"Oh! That's a great question! Me and Cub are getting married, and i wanted to invite you to our wedding! Your family has been a sponsor since the start too so maybe you could do a speech about it."

Grian paused at this. Those two men are getting married.

He didn't think this was even possible! But then again, those people were probably loaded and could pay for everyone to shut up.

He imagined himself marrying another man. He was sure to wear a pretty dress to it, sue him if that makes him less of a man. He was already thinking about marrying a man, he wasn't going to stop himself by thinking about dresses.

He tried to imagine someone perfect for him, someone rich because he probably wouldn't be allowed to marry anyone otherwise, a person with strong ideals and personality, who is open to touch and is willing to hear and understand him, he also wanted the person to not be afraid to tell him what he thinks.

It certainly felt quite perfect for Grian.

He was taken away from his thoughts by a touch on his shoulder.

"Oh- uh... You weren't paying attention."

Etho was right in front of him, hunched over his armchair. Grian nodded once, Etho hurried to give him space and Grian bowed apologetic.

"I'm sorry, i got lost in thought. What were you saying again?"

Etho smiled (still with that damn mask, tho he could see he was smiling by his eyes) and explained the conversation.

Apparently, Etho was going to a very important wedding from those two loaded men who he was a childhood friend of. They created their own business and now had even more status than before so it was a very important meeting to make his family more popular or something like that.

But Etho was sick and it was kind of obvious that he couldn't go on his own, and since Grian "was getting paid to help him through his sickness", he "was assigned to take care of Etho during the wedding."

Cleo's words.

He nodded, and the brown haired man, Scar, clapped his hands together.

"Great! See you at the Wedding then!!"

...

Did he forget to say that he absolutely despised social gatherings?

[gurugirl]

A Good Boy Review

++ FIRST OF ALL!! You guys! Do not hesitate to read this. I was not going to read it because of the trope but I'm so glad I did. This is one of the best things I've ever read on Tumblr. Hell, anywhere. A forbidden romance that's actually kind of soft and sweet and so wrong and so hot. If you like anything by Guru you will like this.

(i feel like i'm leaving an amazon review on a product i'd die for)

I CAVED I CAVED

I kept seeing the notes go up and all the comments and it kept showing up on my dash and I just caved. I was gonna read a little and just see. Just a bit to figure out how I'd feel about it. Because in all honesty, this was a big no from me from the beginning. I prefer older harry and I'm not into the stepmom thing at all. Plus I just like softer fluffier stuff in general and I imagined this might be a bit not fluffy.

But when I tell you that as soon as I got to the part where they're dancing together in the club and the way you describe their feelings and the moment **** I was hooked. I didn't stop reading until the last words.

So you totally changed my mind about this. I cannot believe I even questioned whether or not I'd like this fic because I love your writing and your ideas. But this one? I actually think this might be my favorite one shot (maybe series? if you'd oblige us?). Ever. I'm still recovering as I type this.

It was actually kind of soft and nice. While also being super hot and the build up to them finally giving in. I'm spiraling guru. I'm astonished at how good this one is. You wrote this and you ATE as you always do. Oh my god.

Please give us more of this if you would. I'm already like imagining other scenarios and the way they feel about this whole thing. God you really did this and it's flawless. Exceptional.

Thank you for writing this and sharing it with us. I'm changed after that. Who knew I'd be into this? I definitely didn't know. But I've seen the light and it's stepmom!reader x stepson!harry. I actually do think I need more of this because I'm already fiending.

I saw this late last night before going to bed and I needed a while to respond to it because your feedback is like... I can't even pinpoint the level of joy this has given me.

First is that this fic has gotten some amazing feedback and I'm still surprised by it given the trope. I knew this wasn't gonna be everyone's cup of tea but I wrote something I liked and figured why the hell not? I am overwhelmed by the response.

You. YOU Anon! I'm flooded with emotions and fluffy feelings after reading this over and over again. I can't stop coming back to this to read it and I really don't even know what to say.

I'm glad you caved. I'm glad it met your expectations. I'm grateful you took the time to tell me this because this makes me so very happy to know these things.

The fact that you put this review together on your own time and sent it to me is such a delight.

I will write more for them. Because not only did I want to do more with the one shot (I had so many ideas I didn't get to) so many of you have requested more. 🥹 and that's just 😭 I’m overwhelmed is all I can say.

me trying to grasp all the sweetness while you all continue to surround me with so much love 💕

[that-dreaming-dragon]

🎨 How do you feel about fanart?

I love them!

📝 How do you feel about fanfiction?

I read them all the time XD

✅ What does the fandom usually get right?

Wellll, I don't interact with the bigger fandom. Plus I'm just a hearted experience identity.

❌ What does the fandom usually get wrong?

Same as above.

🗺️ What do you miss about your world?

Nope, it was a terrible system and a conflict driven world. I do wish for the global view of "chakra" and/or equivalent to be a real and valid thing, along with everything else.

💔 Who are you missing right now?

Kurama, that grump butt.

🚫 Is there anyone you hope to never see again?

Danzo, but yknow we got a lot of those here already so.

🔀 How canon-divergent vs. canon-compliant are you?

I had a flash of vision once. (I know, I know, I'm just ficto-hearted) I'm definitely canon-divergent.

⚧ What were your gender and orientation in your timeline; was your identity canon?

That, I do not know. I know I like to look at the genderfluid or other nonbinary tags, but that might be more a projection of my own gender rather than [hearttype]'s. But seriously Solarian fits very well.

💗 What helps you feel closer to your source (in a positive way)?

Fanfic XD Or just, when we share similar traits at the moment. I know I share a lot more of the negativity, but there are positive moments.

🖊️ Do you use your name from your source?

Nope.

👬 How do you feel about doubles?

I'd like to meet them!

⭐ Is your fiction-based identity spiritual, psychological, or something else?

I actually do think my hearttype is spiritual based, or spiritual influenced psychological. A past life induced hearttype that because of what my past lives were, I have this connection with my hearttype.

🎙️ What's the biggest difference between you and your canon self?

I'm definitely not "save everyone through fist" type.

💞 What's the biggest similarity between you and your canon self?

The, negative experience during formative years, the inner struggle. Yknow, shounen genre type of mc's background.

❓ Do you prefer when people are familiar or unfamiliar with your source when they meet you?

Depends. Usually people that are familiar with my source are people that are really not my type, and the people that I enjoy aren't familiar or tend to avoid/dislike/not know my source. I vent blog about it once.

👍 What's your favorite thing about your source?

Ninja? The Bijuu? The absolute potential for thousand many ways of amazing fics out there because of the horrendous amount of plot holes and too many issues? /genuine because, the logic of Wabi Sabi

👎 What's your least favorite thing about your source?

Adults make terrible choices and the typical "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" scenario is littered throughout the story. Also, it can't be helped but, humancentric. I mean, come on the bijuu didn't ask for this. I mean tbf I'm nonhuman so.

💸 Do you own any merch of your source?

Nope. I'm still on the fence about if I want to own any because of various reasons.

🌸 Do you feel comfortable in your fiction-based identity?

I... honestly don't know. It gets blurry sometime to "is this me?" to "this is just another character that I really love" to "maybe this is hyperfixation?"

🌻 Who are you open with about your fiction-based identity?

My fellow alterhuman friends. And my non-alterhuman partner.

I can totally let my family know (they know of me being a dragon), but this is actually far more difficult to explain than just "this is me" Also my family is spiritual so it's a lot easier to go "oh I have this soul" And no my one spiritual kintype is not past life based. I also wrote a bit on it and also vent some about it. Ironic that my fictohearttype has more past life basis than my kintype.

Ask Game: Fictionkin, Fictives, and Other Fiction-based Identities

this post is safe for folks with any fictional source and for endogenic systems! please don't reblog if your blog is not

🎨 How do you feel about fanart?

📝 How do you feel about fanfiction?

✅ What does the fandom usually get right?

❌ What does the fandom usually get wrong?

🗺️ What do you miss about your world?

💔 Who are you missing right now?

🚫 Is there anyone you hope to never see again?

🔀 How canon-divergent vs. canon-compliant are you?

⚧ What were your gender and orientation in your timeline; was your identity canon?

💗 What helps you feel closer to your source (in a positive way)?

🖊️ Do you use your name from your source?

👬 How do you feel about doubles?

⭐ Is your fiction-based identity spiritual, psychological, or something else?

🎙️ What's the biggest difference between you and your canon self?

💞 What's the biggest similarity between you and your canon self?

❓ Do you prefer when people are familiar or unfamiliar with your source when they meet you?

👍 What's your favorite thing about your source?

👎 What's your least favorite thing about your source?

💸 Do you own any merch of your source?

🌸 Do you feel comfortable in your fiction-based identity?

🌻 Who are you open with about your fiction-based identity?

[masks-n-steel]

who do u think would win in a fight?? michael or jason?? i’m putting my money on jason, he’d knock the shit out of michael lol

Plus Michael’s ... mortal

[shotorozu]

hi!! so um i wanted to request maybe some hc or scenarios about midoriya, shoto and shinsou being loyal? if that makes sense? idk i've just read some angsty fics about cheating todoroki and now i'm sad :(

being loyal

character(s) : todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral; they/them pronouns, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst-ish, suggestive but it’s barely there (x reader)

note(s) : first of all, cheater! todoroki isn’t realistic at all in my opinion, even if it’s used as a weapon for other x reader fics. i don’t think todoroki would ever be with someone he didn’t love anymore, especially since that being in a romantic relationship would be a very big step for him, i could go on, but don’t worry about it anon!

no proofread wndnwnw

»»————-　♡　————-««

todoroki shouto

shouto as a lover is interesting. sure, you’ll argue like any normal couple— he’s not the best at understanding what’s wrong sometimes

and occasionally, you’ll have to shove it in his face for him to get the memo

his blunt words don’t help at all sometimes

but, you know one thing that shouto’s not? a cheater.

not even sugar coating it. he’ll never cheat. he loves you too much for him to even be thinking about other people

and i don’t think he’d stay and hurt someone’s feelings, if he felt like he shouldn’t be with them anymore

shouto’s popular, as to be expected. he’s the son of endeavor— who happens to be loaded, handsome, and also equipped with an amazing quirk

there’ll be a handful of people that’ll try to throw themselves at him.

as i’ve mentioned in the pick me girl post, shouto may be unaware about certain things, but as soon as he realizes what they’re trying to do

he won’t be nice, and that cold demeanor of his will come back in a snap. and, he’ll most likely try to leave right away.

like,, a girl could be half naked in front of him, but he wouldn’t even spare a glance at them. they’re not you, because they’re not hot. why does it matter? here’s an example :

random girl : “a man like you wouldn’t mind having a few extra lovers, right? there’s not harm”

shouto : 😐

shouto on the inside : ‘cooking some soba for Y/N would be delightful tonight, wouldn’t it? you should leave before it gets too late.’

he wouldn’t even say goodbye, the look on his face is enough to tell that he’s not at all interested in their advances

after all, you already make him feel complete and so loved🤠 shouto would rather slurp 3 pairs of jeans through a straw than ever think of cheating.

midoriya izuku

it’s not difficult for him to stay loyal either, i mean,, loyalty in a relationship is the bare minimum anyway

all he’s focused on is you, improving and honing his skills, and fulfilling his dreams.

heavens forbid anyone for thinking that he’d ever get with any other person that’s not you

he’s aware that over time, he’s been an unintentional chick magnet— and technically, he’s friendly with everyone excluding bakugou, sorta

but right away, he understands when someone’s trying to get with him

while he might’ve said they were just being friendly before, he recognizes the signs well— considering that he thought YOU were just being friendly

izuku’s not blushy and well,, a mess. he’s still polite, compared to the other two— but, you can tell that he’s losing interest in the conversation that’s rare

but, if a girl’s going to stand in front of him half naked, he’s going to get flustered at first because they’re NEARLY flashing him tf?

and if anyone accuses of him being disloyal, he’ll get offended but mostly sad, because the thought makes him feel utterly sick to the stomach.

oh, and he’ll always make sure to mention you and your existence.

here’s a short example of how he’d be loyal!

random girl : “your quirk’s awesome! our kids would be super powerful ;)”

izuku, knowing well that his kids wouldn’t be able to genetically inherit any quirk of his: “thanks! if Y/N wants to have kids, our kids will be raised well. i appreciate for the compliment!”

random girl : “no, i mean—”

izuku : “it was nice speaking to you :) gotta find my darling now.”

he’ll leave immediately, not even thinking about looking back to see their reaction. he needs to see you

and the first thing he’ll tell you when he sees you is what had just occurred. the feeling in his stomach disappearing when you lend him an attentive ear

shinsou hitoshi

ehh— compared to the other two, he wouldn’t notice right away.

he’ll assume that the people trying to snag him away are just being nice. because of his middle school days, friendliness is still something he’s trying to figure out.

he wouldn’t understand why someone would want to be with him since well,, man’s taken. no one would stoop that low to be a homewrecker

except for a few people, that had no sense of what was right or wrong. they just went for it regardless of his relationship status.

and when he realized what they were after, he’ll deadpan, absolutely uninterested.

compared to todoroki, hitoshi will simply tell them straight to their face that he’s taken, and he’ll just have to hope that they’d get it— and end the conversation in a nice away

but— if they don’t, he won’t hesitate on using his quirk this time. not to harm them of course, but to steer them away

example :

hitoshi : “i’m taken, and very happy with my relationship.”

random girl : “hmm,, but they don’t have to kno—”

and before the pursuer could even finish her sentence, they’re under his quirk, and he’ll demand that she forgets about the encounter, and that she’ll stay away.

because how dare they suggest that you wouldn’t be smart enough to find that out. their desperation makes hitoshi laugh

oh, and hitoshi will definitely shit talk them when he sees you again. he’ll even be so extra about it if he needs to

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[iwadori]

Hey! I really liked that atsumu x reader fic where reader's Kita's sister. Could we get a similar fic but instead it's Kuroo dating kenma's equally as socially awkward sister/team manager?

Dating your Brothers teammate PT 2 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.8K

Genre: angst, fluff

You were a first year in Nekoma high school

You kept to yourself, since you found it hard to make friends

You spent your time in your classes, the library or joining your old brother’s (kenma) practices, although when you did attend you didn’t socialize with all your brother teammates you either sat with a book on in your hand or (if you were lucky) played on Kenma’s nintendo swtich.  

When Kuroo first saw you, he thought you were the prettiest girl that he ever laid his eyes on. He was speechless, to say the least. Kenma introduced him and you first as when you started in your first year, since he knew that you two should at least be acquainted with each other as you were all going to be walking to school together.

You found Kuroo very annoying (and that was an understatement) his debonair smirk, his wild wild bedhead and all of his continuous chemistry puns were things you found attractive annoying about him.  

Sometimes when you attend practice, you could tell that Kuroo was trying extra hard in an attempt to ‘show off’ to you, but you took no notice since you knew what type of guy Kuroo was (well you thought). Kuroo was a heavy flirt (well everyone he laid eyes on) he also was a giant dick. To you, he was a your average stereotypical teenage boy.

One day, Kenma fell ill with a cold so it just left you alone to walk to school. However, when you left your house, you see the last person you want to see.  

“Kenma’s not coming today” you whisper softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah I know” he smiled

“So then why are you here?” you ask

“Well I’ll have you know Y/N, I’m here to see you.” he said as you start walking

On your route to school, you don’t say much just letting Kuroo talk about things or asking you questions to which you just nodded or shook your head in reply. As much as you’d like too, you didn’t know how to properly talk to someone like Kuroo, knowing the types of conversations he’s used to having with people, especially other girls.

Reaching the gates of Nekoma, before you could step inside Kuroo pulls you to side and puts his hands on your shoulders “Y/N” he says,

“Yes Kuroo?” you look up at him

“I just want to say I like you..” he says waiting for a response from you  

“I-I ...umm” You didn’t really know what to say, although you did find him annoying beyond relief there were some redeeming qualities about Kuroo that you could think of. But would two even work properly?

From your lack of response Kuroo continued, “I’m sure you don’t trust me right now, but Y/N don’t worry I’ll make sure I’ll prove to you that I’m a good guy for you.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, since you didn’t really know what to say to that. Just then, the bell rings and you were still frozen in place, only snapping out of your trance when you hear Kuroo shout from afar “Don’t worry Y/N im going to do my best to woo you!”

Over the next month, Kuroo is doing his extra best to get you to fall in love with him doing things like: walking you to your lessons, carrying your books for you, bringing you lunch and spending everyday complimenting you to your face and to his friends.  

His actions made you swoon, you did feel more comfortable around him, although you haven't confessed your feelings yet, you were planning on to at the date that you reluctantly accepted to go on. You were going to have dinner first at this nice restaurant that you showed interest in ages ago and you were planning to watch a sequel to *insert favourite movie here* since he knew that you really liked the first one.

Before leaving out to the date you looked in the mirror giving yourself a once over. ‘Wow I look hot’ you thought smiling, you were kind of excited to see Kuroo and hear what he had to say about how you looked today. When you were leaving you were startled by Kenma who said

“Where are you going Y/N?” he asked with his eyes focused on his game

“Oh, to the library” you lied your cheeks heating up.

“Sure, you are...” he said

“Bye Kenma” you say putting your hand on the door knob

“Oh Y/N” he calls

“Mhm”  

“You look nice today” making you smile wide giving your brother a ‘Thank you’ before finally leaving.

On the way to the restaurant, you had a pep in your step, you felt the happiest you’ve ever been in a while. You stood outside the restaurant and took a few deep breaths to calm the sudden surge of nerves that washed over you. You counted to 10 and walked in the resturaunt freezing at what you saw, there was Kuroo looking as handsome as ever but next to him was a beautiful girl who was tall and had long hair, pretty eyes and a great body who also reminded you of someone you knew (but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.)

She exclaimed “Tetsu!” and pulling into a hug, her boobs pushing against his chest making you cringe. You didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t compete with this European-looking supermodel, especially she already looks really friendly with ‘Tetsu.’  

You storm out the restaurant a bit too aggressively, causing attention to yourself making Kuroo look at over to you, cursing himself for knowing how the situation looks to you. He chases after you, but sadly you were already gone.

When you got home, you rushed upstairs to your room with tears in your eyes. You knew this was stupid in the first place ‘Trusting a guy like Kuroo Testurou, how stupid can you be.’  

Kenma came into your room, never asking or caring to know what happened as he knew that once you were ready to tell him you would. You and Kenma have always been close, as you’re both as quiet as each other you never felt the need to be surrounded by a bunch of people since both of you were just what each of you needed.

You managed to forget the awfulness of your ‘date’ getting distracted by trying to win in a game of Murder Mystery on roblox and also having fun trolling 6 year olds with your brother. The night was basically ended and before you dozed off to sleep and Kenma went to his own bedroom he said “At least talk to him Y/N” leaving your room not waiting for a response.

As you slept, you thought about what Kenma said ‘what more is their to say to Kuroo?’ You did think about all the possibilites of what could’ve really happened with Kuroo and that girl. Maybe they’re just friends? You didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being wrong. You were never wrong. So you just slept with the assumption of Kuroo being who you thought he was in the first place. A womanizing dick.

As lonely it was, you didn’t tag along with Kenma to the gym and you made sure to wake up earlier so you didn’t have to walk to school with your brother and your boyfriend his best friend.  

Kuroo really wanted to talk to you again but you were heavy on the ignoring him. He even asked Kenma for help, but even though your brother was definitely always going to be on your side no matter what, he didn’t want to be in between his bestfriend and his little sister.

When you were walking home from school one day, you were stopped by the pretty girl that was with Kuroo on your ‘date.’ “Hi, my name is Alisa Haiba” she said smiling

‘Haiba’ you thought ‘Where do I know that surname?’ until you realised, “Oh your L-”

“Lev’s sister, that knucklehead is my brother” she laughed

“So what do you need me for?” you ask  

“Me and Kuroo are just friends, I know you probably won’t believe me but me and him are NOT dating or anything romantic, he’s as much as a little brother too me then Lev is” she said

“Oh ok, thanks” you didn’t have any more to say and with this newfound information, you did feel more inclined to give Kuroo a chance, and that is if he even wanted one after all the ignoring and avoiding you’ve been doing. Now you feel stupid.

You thought back to all your times with Kuroo, making you smile. You knew what you had to do, you couldn’t shy away from this anymore, you thought about the scenario of him completely rejecting you and to be honest you were content with that as if ‘you don’t ask you don’t get’ or whatever the saying is. Since it was Friday, you knew that Kuroo would be at Kenmas playing smash bros on their switches (and that’s when you would usually spend extra time at the library to avoid him.)

So, you rushed to your house, dramatically opening the door exasperated. “Kuroo!” you shout, not even looking to see if he was there, to your horror there was the whole team over tonight who were quite humored by your shout.  

You went red and then shyly whispered “May I speak to Kuroo please?” looking up at him “that’s if you wanted”

“Umm...sure” he said getting up to follow you into your room.

Kenma gave you a reassuring smile that read ‘Everything's going to be ok.’ You led Kuroo to your bedroom and sat on your bed fidgeting.  

“I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry”

You both say at the same time, making each other laugh he waits for you to speak, “Kuroo, I’m sorry for misreading the situation and ignoring you and making you out to be a complete dick, I know I’m probably a bit too late but I’d love to ask you on a proper date... one that I won’t run away on this time”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m sorry for not actually explaining the situation as I know what it looked like. And yes, I will definitely take you up on that date... that’s if you’ll have a ‘dick’ like me” he jokes

You playfully shove his arm, making you both laugh. You spend the rest of the night with Kuroo in your room catching up on all the things you’ve both missed out on in the time when you were ignoring him.

The date you went on was better than you imagined, Kuroo was definitely a great guy (making you feel even more stupid for assuming differently in the first place.) You developed an amazing relationship with Kuroo, which lead you to eventually become mrs Y/N Kuroo and having Kenma and Kuroo be able to officially call themselves ‘real brothers’

AN: I really actually enjoyed this one, so I hope you do too. <3

[impulsivefanwriter]

Don’t know if there’s any specific types or not / if they have to be character-centric, but I just searched through my bookmarks for some favourites one-shots & short fics (maybe I’ll make another post with longer fic recommendations if people want)

“Cold Hands, Warm Heart”, one-shot, 12,006 words -- Zane-focus, fluffy squad snowball fight

“Let’s Dye This World”, one-shot, 4,101 words -- Lloyd dyes his hair and his sister is firmly on his side

 “*Wu voice* "Ah, gotta get my kids."”, (7 chapters, completed) 4,850 words, has an unfinished aftermath sequel -- a cool “overwhelmed with power” scenario where Wu takes care of each of his students after all their elemental powers go haywire - also comes with this cool animatic 

“The Venomari Venom Incident”, one-shot, 10,012 words -- SPBNR-inspired work (which is a longer but amazing fic) ft. show Kai in the movieverse getting hit by venomari venom at school before a Garmalarm. Hilariously crack-y

“powersurge”, (6 chapters, completed) 9,488 words -- another interesting take on moments with large bursts of elemental power

“And the Vocab Word of the Day Is...” , one-shot, 2,547 words -- a young Lloyd teaches an innocent Zane to swear, absolutely hilarious

“For When You Need Love” , one-shot, 7,605 words -- so much platonic found family kisses, very sweet

“Home Is Where You Are” , one-shot, 3,937 words -- movieverse Morro taking care of his younger cousin

“When your love rival is a frog” , (3 chapters, completed), 17,630 words -- movie plasma, the funniest ship fic I’ve ever read in which Kai loses to a frog

“Oh, haven’t you heard?” , one-shot, 1,775 words -- alternative movieverse Lloyd where nobody knows a child of Garmadon exists and a Buzzfeed Unsolved conspiracy is set

“Habits of Home(lessness)” , (6 chapters, completed), 6,823 words -- 5-times the squad worry Jay with their survival skills/habits and one time he got it explained

“Cool Down” , one-shot, 4,741 words -- Zane gives Kai hugs to cool down from elemental power overloads

“Observational Astronomy”, one-shot, 2,495 words -- Soulmate (platonic, family) identifying marks in the shape of a constellation tattoo on your chest

“Those Linked By Destiny”, (5 chapters, completed), 19,993 words -- how the movieverse Ninjaforce met

“Kind”, one-shot, 3,475 words -- movieverse AU pre-Dorksquad where the words that others think about another are written across the person's skin, very soft

Hey so I’ve been pretty depressed today and just overall frustrated about life and my future and society. Got any good ficlet/oneshots and/or ficlet/oneshot recommendations

(IDK when you sent this ive been away from my desktop, but i hopw youre feeling better! And i hope im not super late!)

I honestly havent been reading much fic lately, some of these arent ficlits/oneshots orz sorry

shamelessly plugging my own ao3 (i also have a lot of ficlets in the #spinchip fic tag here)

Lean back. by NKMLN (Cast into water is another good one by the same author)

under the skin, Against the Skull by ninjas-that-go (author has more, non-zane centric fics to check out too!)

if anyone has other recs please suggest some! I've been out of the reading loop for a hot minute

[secndlife]

[5:47pm]

"Do you want me to bring you anything?” You asked Soonyoung, phone glued to your ear, while grabbing a pack of rice from the shelf. You spent the afternoon running some errands, groceries being the last one of your tasks.

He thought about it for a second, “Kimchi?” Of course.

“I already ordered it from that small shop you like,” you informed him, eyes scanning your cart to check if you had all you needed.

“Oh, okay! I’ll pick it up to—ouch!” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What was he doing?

“Stop moving and it won’t hurt!” You heard someone say in the background.

No. Not someone. Krys. Your chest automatically moved as you sighed. Soonyoung and Krys unsupervised never meant anything good. You stopped walking, standing still by the grain section.

“Soonyoung?” You asked, voice gentle. He hummed in response. “What is Krys doing there?” You had no idea what could she possibly be doing there on a Saturday evening. Weekends were, as she liked to call, Seokmin days. So when you heard her voice echoing through your apartment, your senses tingled.

Someone almost bumped at you, making it pretty clear you were in the way. You gave the young man an apologetic look, trying to focus now on whatever excuse Soonyoung was about to offer. “Nothing?” He sounded unsure. Shy, even. Like a child that’s about to get busted.

You rubbed your temples, “Krys is never doing nothing. Especially with you.” They were partners in crime.

“You’ll see when you get home?” Uncertainty, again.

Another long breath escaped you. “Can you just please don’t get slime on the ceiling like that one time?”

He laughed and you felt almost calm. Almost. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Should I be concerned?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Will you not be concerned if I tell you there’s no reason to be concerned?”

Krys snorted in the background, “Of course she won’t. She doesn’t trust us!”

Your eyes went to the back of your head, “Hey! Can she hear me? If not, tell her to shut up.”

He ignored your banter, “Will you?”

You really wanted to say yes. No one would believe you, though. “No.”

Your boyfriend giggled, “Then be concerned and when you come home you’ll see it’s not a big deal and relax.”

“Just—”

“It’s not slime, and we won’t break anything, ok? Finish doing the groceries, and we’ll see you soon.”

You bit the insides of your cheek, “Do you promise there’s no sli—”

“Love you, bye.”

And then he hung up. Just like that. Plain and simple. You sighed dramatically, staring at the various types of rice in front of you, trying to come up with a scenario where the two of them are alone and doing something that wouldn’t end up in someone getting hurt or in a mess you’d have to fix. Nothing. You guessed you’d just have to go home and see with your own eyes.

The drive from the market to your apartment seemed long. Too long. You probably shouldn’t be this worried. Whatever the two of them were doing was most likely fixable. You’d just have to put on the big girl pants and manage it, like always.

It was just that they were one and the same. Both too impulsive, too often. You loved them despite and because of it. But it was also something that could give you massive headaches whenever they were left alone together.

When you put your keys in the lock, you let out one last breath before you were actually ready to face whatever was expecting you. As you moved the bags inside, you heard footsteps approaching you.

“Hi, bestie.” Krys said, with a sneaky smile across her lips.

You raised an eyebrow at her while closing the door behind you. “What did you do to my boyfriend this time?”

The woman huffed, “Can you stop acting as if I’m some sort of mastermind behind evil plans?”

“Aren’t you?” You said, walking inside, eyes quickly moving through the place in the hopes of finding Soonyoung and whatever mess they had made.

She chased after you, a hand reaching for your arm. “Am not. He is equally involved in everything.” You got confused by her grip, but didn’t really say anything, simply allowing her to drag you further into the living room. “Sit.”

“What for? Where is Soonyoung?” You were feeling agitated.

She somewhat managed to make you follow her orders, legs hitting the comfortable fabric of your couch. “Can you wait, please?”

You shook your head, “No. I want to know what you did.”

Krys rolled her eyes, “For the record, this was his idea. And stop being dramatic, you will actually thank me this time.”

“I doubt it,” you said with a laugh.

She ignored it, confidence very clear in her tone. “Close your eyes, I’ll go get your furry boyfriend.”

“He’s not a furry!”

“Yeah, yeah.” She stood there, facing you, waiting for you to do as you had been told. “C’mon, close them. Otherwise, I won’t bring the furry.”

It was your turn to huff, “Stop calling him that!” When you realized she wouldn’t bulge, you placed your hands over your eyes. “Fine.”

Krys smiled, triumphantly, “You’ll love this.” You could hear her walking away and, for some reason, your heart started beating faster.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” You heard Soonyoung ask her not long after. You guessed that wasn’t for you to hear, but he had never done a good job when it came to concealing words, anyway.

You figured she reassured him some other way as you didn’t hear her voice until she spoke to you again. “Okay, as much as I want to see your reaction, furry guy is too excited, so I think I’ll let you two enjoy this moment alone.”

“Did you buy him a tiger suit? Because if you did I swear—”

“I’ll wait for your thank you text.” You heard something that sounded like hands clapping, guessing they had just high-fived each other. Idiots. “Go get her.”

Not long after, you heard the door closing once again, taking that as your cue. “Soo? Can I—”

“No!” He said, perhaps a bit too loud, before you could move your hands.

“What’s going on?” You whined. “I’m getting worried.”

The man chuckled, “Getting?”

“Please, let me look.” You were practically begging now. A thousand scenarios had crossed your mind already, and you were going crazy at this point because you couldn’t really think of anything besides Krys buying him a goddamn tiger suit.

Soonyoung let out a breath in an attempt to ease his nervousness. This wasn’t that big of a deal. He was sure you’d love him anyway. Still, he really, really hoped you’d like it. He whispered, “You can look now.”

Your boyfriend had barely finished speaking when you started uncovering your eyes. You were met with something you weren’t expecting. He was smiling. Big. He looked different, too. It was almost as if your heart had skipped a beat. Words were failing you, so you struggled to manage mumbling something cohesive. “Oh!”

“Is it bad?” He pouted.

“What? No!” You said, truthfully. You then stood up, standing in front of him. “I guess I just thought it’d be something else.”

He chuckled, “You think too low of Krys and I.”

“I have my reasons.” You brushed your fingers through his hair. “You look amazing. Like, really fucking good.”

He was blond.

Could that even be considered blond? It was actually more leaning towards white and, if you looked at it close enough, there were subtle hints of purple on the background tone. Apparently, Krys came not long after you left earlier, bringing the necessary equipment to support Soonyoung in his newest decision. She always had his back. He said she bleached it and styled it before you came home, being well aware of how weak you were for side parted hair, and a couple of strands falling over his eyes Soonyoung.

“Do you like it?” He sounded timid. Almost as if he was too scared to ask. He was always the confident one. Still, when it came to you, Soonyoung was often like an insecure teenager that wanted nothing more but to impress his crush.

You nodded, “I love it.” You weren’t a big fan of blond men, always being the one to go for dark haired ones. Still, much like with many other things, Soonyoung was a decisive and welcoming change of opinion. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his went instinctively to one of the places he called home - your waist.

When you didn’t say anything for a bit, he took his chance to tease. “I see it made you speechless.”

You smiled, “It just kinda reminds me of the first picture I saw of you.”

Seeing Soonyoung with the same hairstyle he had when you were first introduced to his remarkable features, even if only through an Instagram post, gave you butterflies. It took you back to when you barely even knew who he was. To when you were, unknowingly, falling for his eyes for the first time. It felt new and, at the same time, familiar.

You took some time to just admire him. To take in how good he looked. To allow him to read, in your eyes, how much you loved him. To let your heart go back to its usual rhythm. To understand that, now, this was a different Soonyoung than the one you first saw on Doki’s phone. That this Soonyoung was as in love with you as you were with him. That this Soonyoung was as yours as you were his.

“I didn’t look this hot back then.” He said, lips curving in a smug smirk.

You laughed, “You definitely didn’t. I don’t know how, but you manage to look better and better every day.” Your fingers danced against the hair on his nape. “This just makes you even hotter.”

He pulled you closer, welcoming the sudden ego boost. “Hot enough for you to let me fuck you right here, right now?”

You stared into his eyes and felt something twist inside you. He raised his eyebrows as if he was waiting for a confirmation he could push you up against a wall and make you moan his name within minutes.

You smiled his favorite smile, face already mere millimeters away from his. “Yeah.”

While you were lost in his kisses and moans and bites, your phone was buzzing by your pocket.

[5:47pm] Krys: you’re only excused from not texting me thank you if you’re fucking your newly blond boyfriend :)

a/n: yes this is another mmf!soonyoung thing. am i still obsessed with this universe? yes. am i planning/writing another long ass fic about it? yes. will i post small drabbles that fit between the timeline for mmf 1 and 2 while i work on part 2? probably. anyway! when he first showed up blond recently i almost died bc i’m such a black haired supremacist and he was looking SO GOOD with the previous hair i was kinda bitter. but. now. you know. he knocked me down. he did that. he is so sexy. blond/white soonyoung is so sexy. so yeah! no explanation, just sexy blondish soonyoung. also, for the sake of writing, let’s pretend you can actually go from black to his current haircolor in a day without going bald. as usual,my askbox is always open even tho i now apparently suck at answering asks. sorry about that. I WILL WORK ON IT !!! yeah so! i hope you’ll enjoy it mwah

[misslilli]

I love you guys ❤️ glad you liked the text messages 😁

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 36 - Christmas Break (2/?)

[ DS ]

When I wake the next morning, I lie in bed for a little longer, stretching luxuriously and spend a good amount of time just thinking about all the possible scenarios of Mulder and my first date. My thoughts are interrupted by my phone chiming happily from the nightstand.

Hee, I really love getting good morning texts!

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[ FM ]

At the breakfast table, the reply I get makes me grin, or maybe it’s the cute profile picture that I enlarge to gaze at for a few seconds. The Mulder boys are enjoying Felix’s pancakes and I push the guilt for not telling her about Diana being here way into the back of my mind.

While I stare at Scully’s cute smile, I get another text from Skinner, which surprises me, he hates texting just as much as I do.

Huh… he’s probably right, the one with Scully on that pier is probably a little too obvious. With a frown of concentration on my face, without my glasses I can barely see, I choose another picture, one of the only ones of myself I actually like.

“Fox, can you put that phone out of your hands for one second at breakfast?” Dianas annoyed voice reaches my ears and I resist rolling my eyes like a teenager that’s been reprimanded by his mother.

“Yeah Dad, that’s not very polite! You have to enjoy the pancakes I made today, the ones that I didn’t burn!”” Felix chimes in with a reproachful look on his face. I type in a quick reply to Scully before putting the phone back in my pocket.

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[ DS ]

Okay, I guess we’re done texting. I try my best not to read anything into the face that he’s changed his profile picture from the picture of us to one of just him. Curious, I tap to enlarge it - it’s a great shot of him, I have to admit, he’s so handsome in his suit and vest I briefly consider cancelling my plans for today just to stare at him all day.

The house is coming alive outside my bedroom door, footsteps can be heard in the hallway and the kids are arguing with their parents with loud, whiny voices that they don’t want to put on a tie or a dress. A glance at the clock reveals it’s about time to get ready for Church, so I sigh in defeat and swing my legs out of bed to get ready myself.

I’ve given up arguing with my parents about Church clothes a long time ago, so I just put on a black dress that covers my shoulders and knees and fasten my grandmother’s pearls around my neck. Pearl earrings complete the absolutely appropriate outfit and I add a headband for good measure - you never know when you’ll need a favor from the big guy, better put in the work now. I always look in the mirror on Sundays and have to smile at the vast difference from rainbow colored outfits to demure black or navy.

Our big group of nine nicely dressed adults and four also nicely dressed but pouting children makes its way down one of Beacon Hills, well, hills, and I curse myself for wearing heels in the Winter, the brick sidewalks are wonky and hellishly slippery.

It makes me think back to the scene outside a Starbucks a few weeks ago and I wish I had the same arm to hold on to now.

Missy steps in with her arm looped around mine, leaning close to whisper so the others can’t hear our conversation.

“You didn’t finish telling me about that kiss, sis! Kudos to standing up to Bill for once, by the way, that was awesome! The look on his face after you left…” She giggles at the memory, she’s had her fair share of arguments with our big brother herself.

“The kiss was… amazing, Missy, it made me feel like my whole body was on fire. At 40 degrees outside!” Missy gives me a knowing smirk.

“That good huh? So from that reaction, I take it he’s good-looking and knows what he’s doing?” Looking around before I continue this hushed conversation, I need to make sure that Bill and Dad are well out of earshot.

“You have no idea, he’s so sexy in just a t-shirt and jeans, but when he’s wearing a suit, oh my God, it makes me want to rip it right-“ I stop myself with a hand over my mouth, blushing, which makes my sister roll her eyes at me with a derisive snort.

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes, Dana, what, do you think you’ll be struck by the hand of God if you dare to think about sex? Or God forbid, actually enjoy it?”

“We’re walking to church for goodness sakes, I can’t sit through Mass thinking about ripping his clothes off!”

“Well… I, for one, think about sex all the time at church, don’t look so shocked, there’s a lot of naked butts in there!” It's my turn to roll my eyes at her, giving her my best disapproving look.

“Those are angels, Missy, you’re just awful! Great, now I have a whole hour of Mass to think about Mulder’s naked butt, thanks a lot!” Her burst of laughter makes Mom and Dad turn their heads around to look back at us admonishingly.

“Glad to be of service, sis!”

Afterwards, I pull out my phone to see I have one missed call from Naked-Bu - no, Mulder, damn it Missy, but when I call him back on our way to our parents’s house, I’m slightly disappointed to only get his voicemail.

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[ FM ]

“Da-had can you help me out for a second?” Felix’s voice rings through the house from the living room just when I hang up after getting Scully’s voicemail for a second time today. I leave our bedroom to go see what he needs now and almost have a heart attack at the scene in the living room. Felix has stacked two chairs on top of each other, one wobblier than the other and is balancing on one leg, trying to reach the top of the Christmas tree.

“Felix! Are you crazy? What are you doing, trying to join Cirque de Soleil??” Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull him down from his construction of death to loud protests.

“Hey! I’m trying to straighten out the star on top of the tree, I almost had it!”

“You almost broke your neck, that’s what you were about to do. Why didn’t you wait for me?” He shuffles his fuzzy-socked feet looking down at them, suddenly shy.

“Because I wanted to make this Christmas perfect for you and Mom and Grandma.”

“You’re cute, you know that?” I know he hates it when I call him cute and his grimace shows it. “Come on, I’ll help you out!”

With him on my shoulders, he’s just tall enough to straighten out the star on top of the tree and he takes his sweet time to get it right.

I don’t notice Diana entering the room behind me from the kitchen until I feel her arms snake around my waist and hear her breathy voice near my ear.

“Oh, this is just perfect guys!” The familiar yet absolutely unappreciated close contact makes my skin crawl, what the hell is she doing? “Will you stop squirming and just enjoy the moment with your family, Fox?”

“Yeah Dad, we did a pretty nice job with the tree, don’t you think?”

With Felix on my shoulders and her arms locked around my waist, I’m pretty much trapped and I’m so close to ruining Felix’s tree admiring by telling Diana to get her hands off me when she lets go on her own.

After setting Felix down and sending him to fetch some more lamella for the tree, I turn to look at my ex-wife with as much self-control I can muster in this moment. “Don’t. Ever. Do that again!” She just laughs it off, the way she always does and tells me to stop playing coy. I remember my promise to Mom before this exchange gets out of hand, I don’t want to fight with Diana right before Christmas Day.

During this whole scene, on top of it all, I’ve missed yet another call from Scully - this is getting frustrating, “You have reached the voice mailbox of…” What does she do after making a call, bury her phone in the snow?

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[ DS ]

After church, we gather around the kitchen counter to start making our traditional Sunday brunch, Bill and Charlie are bickering about something the priest said in his sermon, something about men and women and real families that ticked Charlie off - he’s understandably angry at the church for excluding same-sex couples but Bill is far too conservative to actually get what he’s saying. They’re bickering in circles, around and around until Missy and I are dizzy and fed up with their argument that’s not going anywhere.

“Guys, shut up! I have a great idea!” Missy interrupts them, making them both turn their heads. She holds up Mom’s circular cookies with a wicked smile. “What do you say we decorate them, like we did on Christmas of ’04!” Charlie’s face lights up at the memory but Bill’s hesitant, always the good boy.

“Mom will be so mad at us when we do that!” My sister rolls her eyes at him, shoving his chest for good measure.

“That’s the whole point of decorating naughty Christmas cookies, golden boy!”

I remember the incident well, the tips of my 14-year old ears burned for the rest of the day when Missy and Bill came up with the idea of decorating Mom’s precious cookies so they looked like boobies.

Giggling like little kids, we steal the frosting bags Mom has already prepared for the actual kids out of the fridge and set about decorating. When Bill holds two finished cookies up to his chest and makes what he thinks is a sexy face, we laugh until tears stream down our cheeks and we’re doubled over, clutching our sides.

I pick up my phone to take a picture of Bill, still wheezing with laughter, and see that I’ve missed another call and a text. Crap, why does this keep happening? I start to resent the disembodied, smooth voice on the other end of the call, so I just send a quick reply instead.

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[ FM ]

Avoiding Diana like I planned after the tree-incident isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Felix has decided that he absolutely needs both of his parents around for everything he does, at all times. I’m surprised he doesn’t ask us to go to the bathroom with him, together. Seeing him this happy makes it all worth it, though, I’d do just about anything to see that beaming smile on his face, the one he’s wearing right now when I suggest we all go outside to build a snowman before dinner.

“Yes! Snowman, I love building a snowman!” He’s disappeared off into the kitchen before I can say carrot, wrangling one from his grandma with big, pleading eyes. He also manages to steal a cookie from the plate Mom usually guards with eagle eyes and a hand ready to swat away greedy fingers, munching on it happily, carrot held triumphantly in his hand.

I keep myself in the background while he and his mom gather up snow for the snowman’s belly, watching the scene from a distance. It’s nice, the way they’re working together, laughing and having a good time. I might hate her with all my heart, but he loves his mom with all of his and he’s been through so much because of us, he deserves a merry Christmas more than anything.

“Dad, don’t just stand there, we need your help!,” he calls out to me, waving me over with his gloved hand. Together, we make the head of the snowman and it takes all three of us to heave it onto the body, standing back to admire our creation.

“We did a really good job, Mom and Dad!” Felix looks at both of us grinning proudly and his mom ruffles his hair unusually affectionate.

“Yeah, we do make great things together, don’t we Fox?” It’s not only the use of my despised first name that makes me cringe inwardly.

I’ve missed another call, damn it. But her veiled threat with the shovel makes me smile nonetheless.

Felix and Diana head back into the kitchen to help Mom with dinner preparations and I’ve had enough of those missed-calls, if Scully doesn’t pick up this time, I’ll get into my car and hightail it up to Boston to talk to her. I miss her so much, it starts to physically hurt and it’s only been 21 hours and 32 minutes.

When I get her reply that night, I’m pretty sure there’s a dirty joke to be found in there somewhere, but I don’t think she’s ready to be exposed to the filthy ways my mind works yet. Instead, I jump on the chance that her phone’s in her hand right now and give her a call.

The sound of her voice that fills my ear sends a rush of relief through my body, finally. “Hey you!” There’s a lot of commotion in the background, kids squealing and adults telling them off for it, so I can barely hear her.

“Sorry, the kids are cooped up inside today and it’s insane. Hang on, I’ll just go into my bedroom!” The noise slowly subsides, thank God, it sounds like quite a circus at the Scully residence. “Okay, that’s better. How’s it going over in Connecticut?”

“Pretty well, looks like we’re having more of a silent night than you Boston guys! I’m sorry I missed your calls, we’ve been so busy with preparations and ice-skating and snowman-building and when I called back, I only got your voice-mail.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You heard the chaos that’s our house right now, it’s insane with four kids under one roof! How about we set aside some time at the end of the day for a call?”

“You’re quite the smart cookie, Miss Scully, I like the way you’re thinking! How’s 9 for you? Felix will be in bed by then… I hope!”

“Ha, I knew you didn’t just like me for my good looks! 9’s good, but I don’t think our kids will be in bed by then, they’re just getting started then. How's Felix?”

I can hear the smile through the line all the way from Boston, but there’s something else I have to tell her and I doubt the smile will still be there after I do.

“He’s good, enjoying his holidays. Listen… there’s something that I need to tell you and I don’t really know how so I’ll just… Diana’s here.”

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[ DS ]

My heart drops into my stomach at his words. ‘Oh that’s just great, his ex-wife is there having a nice family Christmas and we just keep missing each other’s calls.’ My brain won’t cooperate to put thoughts into sentences so I just sit there in silence, waiting for him to continue.

“Diana’s here. Felix didn’t want her to spend Christmas alone so he convinced my mother to invite her. I had no idea.”

Did little Moose start his own Operation to piece his broken family back together?

“I – uhm… that’s … nice? For Felix, having his family reunited for Christmas…”

“Yeah, it’s good for him to spend some quality time with his mom, even though she’s the last person I’d voluntarily spend more than a few hours with.

Anyway, I wanted to ask you about something Skinner has said to me at the bar. He said that you and your friends had a “Moose and Squirrel bit”. What’s up with that?”

“Uhm… okay this is going to sound really weird. When my friends saw, way back when, that we were into each other but too stupid and chicken to do something about it, they decided to help us out a little bit. They came up with a plan and needed codenames to talk about it without getting caught so they took the letters of our last names and called us Moose and Squirrel. You’re Moose, I’m Squirrel. They called it Operation: Bullwinkle.”

Much to my relief, he’s not mad at their invasion of our privacy and their good-hearted meddling. “Moose and Squirrel… that’s kind of clever, I gotta say. Very weird and invasive, but I think they realized that we’d be pining for each other for years without a little help. So, what did Operation: Bullwinkle look like?”

“Well, actually it wasn’t that big of an Operation, they scattered when we were at the farmer’s market and saw you guys come up to the apple stand. Which lead to the hot-chocolate quasi non-date. Then they enlisted the help of Miss Hannigan to get us matching costumes for Halloween, which backfired on them a little at first. After my freak-out, they put the Operation on ice. Until Christmas, when they convinced me to go to the party at the Cabby Shack. Which turned the Operation into a success.” As always, I can’t help but smile at the memory of our first kiss.

“Yeah, I’d say that was one hell of a successful operation. So do you think they’ll butt out now?” Laughing, I shake my head. He obviously doesn’t know my friends very well.

“I wouldn’t count on it. They’re way too invested in our story. But their heart is in the right place and it’s a pretty good story so far, so I can’t really hold it against them.”

Mom calls for me from downstairs and holding my hand over the microphone, I yell back a “I’ll be right there!” before returning to my phone call. “Sorry, that was Mom, she probably needs me downstairs to wrangle the kids into bed. So, tomorrow at 9pm?”

“Tomorrow at 9pm. Goodnight, Squirrel!” ‘He’s so cute, I can barely stand it’

“Goodnight, Moose!”

[legobiwan]

From one low-key Bucky Barnes stan to another...got any good fic recs? 👀🥺

Bucky!!!!!!!

So.

I think most anyone can find the fandom classics featuring Bucky without too much issue, so I won't waste time listing those. (This You Protect, Ain't No Grave, Barnes vs. the United States, etc.) The thing about Bucky fics (beyond the sheer volume of them) is that they can have a tendency to fall into some serious tropes, especially the post-TWS recovery fics (please, stop infantilizing an internationally renown assassin, among other things). For lack of better ideas, here's a fic that's gen, not quite as popular on ao3, and very, very good:

Reconstruction by Jocelyn

I love a good Winter Soldier trial fic and this one does an incredible job of creating a believable scenario where both Bucky's torture and crimes are realistic given the set-up in the movies/comics. (Let's face it, he had to have killed far more than two dozen people over those 70 years and had to endure gods-knows-what along the way.) This fic also does an amazing job of world-building Wakanda and its characters (more comics-based than MCU-based) so they have agency and are not props for Steve and Bucky's mega-white boy angst. Along with this, this story features a very complicated Tony and deals quite well with the post-Civil War fallout without throwing anyone under the bus. And Wanda gets some fantastic moments. The end, which slides into Infinity War, goes a little off-the-rails, as the story suddenly jumps into something a lot more Loki-centric, but the initial 80-90% of the fic is A+.

Stucky

Confession time: Okay, so I will admit that Stucky fics are a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, even though a lot of them are super-tropey and can run the risk of Flanderizing one of or both main characters (or Sam and Natasha, who also get dragged into this type of character assassination). Blame it on my month-long insomnia stint in July, I'll read just about anything at 3am. I had a small list of fics that I was going to publish, but I'm not going to get into it right now. Suffice it to say I enjoy the following themes (gen or slash) if done well:

Bucky thinks Steve is his handler

Bucky revenge tour

Competent badass Backy who still stabs the shit out of people

Steve revenge tour

And yes, Steve and Bucky on Vormir. Because pain.

FATWS

The world needs more gen/gen-ish FATWS stories. Here's one I really enjoyed:

The Old Words by kvikindi

Ignore the slash pairing on this one, there's nothing explicit in it. Fantastic exploration of the twisted relationship between Zemo and Bucky and a lot of Sokovian world-building.

FICS I WANT TO READ/TO EXIST

A post-Endgame (gen) fic exploring what Bucky does in canon, as in, how does he get that conditional pardon and what the hell is he doing between Endgame and FATWS, and how does he deal with Steve's decision to stay behind? (And is he really just...alone the entire time? That's sad. Oh, Bucky.)

As mentioned above, more gen FATWS fics. Specifically dealing with the fallout from Madripoor and the possible repercussions of, you know, Bucky's whole bar fight being recorded on a zillion cell phones and thus violating the terms of his pardon. Because I want to believe there's a reason for that. I want Thunderbolts and Bucky being blackmailed onto that team (the comics run is fantastic). Basically, give us more comic!Bucky characterization, as I love how he is constantly improving yet struggling with that moral line in the sand and the specters of his past.

But seriously, I would love a more fleshed-out FATWS-verse. More Sam! More Bucky! More Zemo! More Walker! More Lamar! Just...keep it gen.

Reverse Infinity War-snap with Bucky and Loki working together (gen, please). I'm sure there are some out there and I just haven't found them. They are two characters who I think would have a fascinating dynamic.

More Zemo and Bucky fics (non-slash or at least very subtle slash). They have such a bizarre and twisted relationship and I LOVE it.

Alpine's backstory. I love Alpine.