#pretty girl fanfic

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Pretty Girl part 3

part 1 || part 2 || part 4

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, house party, drunk reader and other characters, guy flirting with reader, jealous regina, hinted at hookups

|| Summary; regina drags reader to a house party. Things take an... unexpected turn. Hopefully for the better?

Requests open!

Started; october 2nd

Finished; october 3rd

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The ride to the party felt like it took forever (totally not because it took me so long to make this...) when you finally got there; you practically jumped out of the car. Excitement and nervousness hitting you like a bus as you got a glimpse at your first ever house party. Shane's house wasn't anything too insane, not compared to Regina's at least but it was nice. Definitely a house used for parties.

The five of you made your way in, Regina walking a little ahead of everyone else. When you stepped into the house, she took your hand and lead you through the crowds. Making sure you were always close to her. She wasn't taking her chances tonight.

She lead you around some corners and halls until you reached the kitchen. Regina looked at you, seemingly studying you," what kind of drink would you like?"

Truthfully, you'd never really tried anything before. So you shrugged," I dunno, surprise me- but something light?"

Regina turned her focus back to the fridge. Moving some cans aside to get a good look at what all they had. She found her preference, then grabbed something she thought you might like and tossed it to you without warning. You fumbled the can, then it hit the ground with a thud that made you flinch and Regina laugh.

"How cute, you're not even drunk and you're already clumsy as shit." Her teasing was lighthearted, you could just tell in her tone. It was different from how she talked to others. It always was.

You gave her an eye roll as you bent down to grab the can, though your foot accidentally kicked it and made it roll.

"Great." You muttered under your breath, she laughed again as she watched it start to roll away.

"Better go get it, before someone else does." She continued to tease you over your situation; making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Of course you would make a fool of yourself at your first house party.

You followed after the can, it reached the start of a crowd before you were able to pick it up. A guy bumped into you and winked when he saw you kneeling to the ground.

"Damn, girl." He called out with a whistle, earning a groan and another eye roll from you.

What you've learnt; parties are not your scene. Drinks aren't for you and the people at the parties definitely are not either.

"Leave me alone," You replied, starting to make your way back to the kitchen when he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you close.

"But why? You looked like you could use some company." You could feel his breath against your ear, sending an uncomfortable shiver through your whole body.

"She already has company, dipshit." Regina stood barely a few inches from you, arms folded with an intense glare in her eyes. You could feel the guy release your shoulder," I'm feeling nice tonight, so I won't do anything. But if you so much as touch her again-"

"Regina, I'm okay." You assured her, not wanting her to fight yet another guy for your sake. As hot as it was the first time back in the cafeteria, you really didn't want to cause a scene.

Her eyes snapped to you and you could just barely hear her huff," fine." Taking your hand in a fierce grip, she pulled you away to a more secluded spot," You okay? That guy's a dick."

She was softer again, part of you started to wonder something... but that would be impossible, right? Why would Regina George like you?

Her eyes were soft, but with a lingering hint of that glare from before; and you couldn't pull yourself to look away from them. So much so that you'd nearly forgotten the question she asked you," oh- I'm fine. Promise." You stuttered out lamely, she smirked at your stutter.

A little later into the party, Regina was well into her fourth drink while you were only on your second. You were taking things at a much slower pace than she was. The two of you were in the crowd, dancing away and laughing.

Regina couldn't help but stare at you. Your smile, the way your eyes lit up... she was starting to recognize that she was seriously beginning to fall for the pretty girl in front of her. She just hoped that you would be there to catch her.

Her thoughts must've gotten away from her because before she knew it, her lips were on yours. Your body flush against her as she kissed you with a feverish intensity.

The rest of the night was a complete blur to her, too drunk to remember anything that had or hadn't occurred.

There was only one thing she knew for certain; and that's that the following morning... you had ended up in her bed.

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Surprise Pretty Girl update! Happy October 3rd y'all‼️🫶

[kindinb00]

[i-go-die-by-bus]

Teatime 🍅

[sceletaflores]

Advantage, Duncan.

pairing: stanford!tashi duncan x fem!reader

summary: tashi duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. after that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

—or: tashi needs you to understand that she doesn't give a fuck about patrick.

word count: 2.7k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, girl kissing, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (only barely but fem!receiving), somewhat public sex (in a locker room lmao), cheating but not really, love confessions kind of, lowkey manipulative!tashi but barely, patrick getting shit on like always, porn with a dash of plot, no use of y/n.

author’s note: back on my wlw cheater bullshit! so glad to be here! i centered this whole fic around a locker room sex scene. it just sort of spiraled into this cause you know i love being messy. once again no one requested this i'm being selfish lmao but i need more tashi fics on my masterlist! hope you love it! okay bye mwah xoxo.

Tashi’s sneakers squeak quietly as she makes her way back to the locker room. Sweat drying on her brow and adrenaline still buzzing in her veins despite the match being over. It was an easy win, Northridge had been slipping down the ranks the longer the season went on and the girl had a shit backhand.

The first thing Tashi did after shaking hands and posing for pictures was text you. She left the locker room door cracked open for you. The thought of you sitting there alone waiting patiently for her behind that door made her almost giddy enough to skip the rest of the way down the hall.

This was something like a tradition for you guys now, meeting in the locker room after her matches. Something that started a little after the two of you met a couple months ago. It was the last tournament she had before the fall semester started. The court was owned by some snobby Northern California country club that your dad happened to be president of. He stuck you in the ball crew for the summer so he could watch you keep you busy and make sure you stayed out of trouble, joke's on him. 

You were the first thing she noticed the second she stepped on the court, but how could she not? You in your cute flowy linen shorts and matching white top. A light blue visor strapped to your head. Tashi immediately got why guys have that primal, desperate urge to impress pretty girls they just met. She showed off more in that match than she had in a long time, running the girl on the other end of the court ragged.

Tashi wanted you to notice her, to see how dominating she was, to be impressed by her. Every time she hit a perfect shot, her eyes would dart to you, checking if you were watching, and you were. 

You were practically gawking at her, eyes all wide and admiring as your head snapped back and forth with every smack of the ball. 

It was perfect, you were gravitating towards her more with every new set exactly like she wanted you to. By the time she won you were watching her with stars in your eyes, gaze trailing after her every move like you were a sunflower and she was the sun. And even though lots of people have looked at her that way, you were the only one she looked back at. It made Tashi’s skin buzz with something she’d never felt outside of tennis. 

She was swept away for pictures and press before she could talk to you, but there was a party later that night thrown in honor of the players at the club's banquet hall. Tashi was standing at the bar when you slid up next to her, introducing yourself with adoration swirling in your eyes and a shy smile on your glossy lips. Tashi let herself smile right back as she shook your hand for a little longer than normal.

Two hours later and she had you in one of the hall’s many bathrooms with your Dior dress hiked up around your hips and her tongue on your pussy. She can still remember every detail of that moment. The fruity notes of your perfume, the way you tasted, how sweetly you moaned her name with your voice so breathy and desperate.

Tashi Duncan doesn’t get on her knees for anyone, but she did for you. After that night she knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let you slip away from her.

Now, as she pushed open the locker room door and saw you sitting on the long bench in the center of the room, just like always, she felt a surge of possessiveness and longing. The sight of you waiting for her, so patient and devoted, made something dangerously close to love burn hot in her chest.

“Took you long enough,” you tease, standing up to greet her. You’re wearing one of her shirts, DUNCANATOR stretched across your chest in blocky red letters.

She dropped her bag at her feet, quickly crossing the room until she was close enough to pull you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck. She was still sweaty but you didn’t care, arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders.

“I missed you,” she murmured, her voice a little too intense, her grip a little too tight. 

You laugh, your hands giving her shoulders a tiny squeeze. “It’s only been like an hour, Tash.” 

An hour felt like a whole year to her at this point. Tashi hated being away from you, hated not knowing what you were doing, who you were with, what you were thinking. She wanted to be the center of your world, just like you were so quickly becoming the center of hers. Steadily elbowing tennis inch by inch just to try and make enough room in her heart for something else. 

Tashi pulled away from you, taking a second to scan her eyes over your face. You were so beautiful, so perfect and sweet for her. She raised her hand to cup the side of your face, thumb swiping across the skin of your cheekbone a few times. You were flushed from sitting out in the sun, skin warm and soft to the touch.

She leans in without thinking, pressing her lips against yours. You taste like coconut lip balm and Pepsi. Tashi’s hand tightens its hold on your waist, pulling you in impossibly closer. She felt you sigh contently against her lips, lazily kissing back as easy as anything. Tashi felt like if she focused hard enough, that she could feel your heartbeat pounding where your chest met hers.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip, her hands making their way down to the small of your back to slip her fingertips under the waistband of your shorts. Your lips parted the slightest bit before you were pulling away with a small whine, pushing off her shoulders to create distance between the two of you. Tashi let her hands fall from your body as you take a small step backwards, immediately missing the warmth you took with you.

She was confused by the sudden shift in your mood until she saw the look on your face. The absolute picture of guilt, your brows furrowed enough to make a tiny crease in the middle of your forehead with your lip drawn between your teeth. Your eyes are droopy and sad as you wearily gaze at her from a few feet away. Tashi suppresses the overwhelming urge to sigh, brow raised as she stares back at you, waiting.

“I…” you trail off, wrapping your arms around yourself slowly. “I actually needed to talk to you, Tashi.”

‘Here we go.’ She thinks dryly, internally rolling her eyes. She can already tell she’s going to have to talk you down, again. She really should have expected this, you bringing up Patrick, you’ve done it enough times to be a trend. It’s been so long since the last time you said anything she was hoping you finally dropped it, apparently not.

Tashi doesn’t respond right away, just tilting her head slightly as she watches you. You shuffle uncomfortably in place, your eyes looking anywhere but her. She can see you take a steadying breath, trying to hype yourself up before you speak again.

“This is wrong,” Your voice is unconvincing, meek and soft. Tashi would laugh if she didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “What we’re doing, it’s wrong. It’s not fair to poor Patrick.”

It’s almost funny, how genuine you're being, how bad you truly feel for Patrick.

Poor, poor Patrick. Yeah fucking right. 

‘Poor Patrick’ is on tour right now probably sticking his dick in anyone that’ll let him. He’s nothing. A momentary lapse in judgment when you and Tashi went a few weeks without talking. She was hurt and vulnerable, two things she’s not used to feeling. She needed to feel in control of something again to stop her from going crazy, Patrick was easy enough.

When the two of you started talking again, she shut that shit down immediately. She was reminded of what a monumental waste of time Patrick is and pushed him to the furthest, most unimportant corner of her brain. She didn’t need him anymore, not when she had you again.

Tashi finally lets out a small sigh, more out of impatience than exasperation. She steps closer, her gaze hardening. "You really think he cares?" Her voice is low, controlled, but there's an edge to it. "Patrick doesn't need your pity. He's fine. He always is."

Your eyes widen at her words, the guilt on your face deepening. "But—"

“No.” Tashi cuts you off sharply, jaw set stubbornly. “Listen to me, Patrick is nothing. He’s just dick. He’ll never be more than just dick.” She takes another step towards you, closing the gap you made. “He doesn’t care about us, about this.” She motions between the two of you, her voice raising slightly as she speaks.

You swallow hard, arms tightening around yourself defensively as you stare at her with watery eyes. 

Tashi's whole demeanor softens, the anger draining from her body at the hurt look on your face. She would never speak to you like that, it’s just Patrick that really pisses her off. He’s not even here and he’s still managing to fuck with her. She steps even closer, her hand reaching out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look at her. 

Your name falls from her lips, warm and wrapped in velvet, her thumb traces along your bottom lip slowly. "We have something real," she whispers fiercely, grip tightening on your chin just a fraction. "Something he could never understand. Don't let him ruin that. Don't let him ruin us."

You nod slowly, eyes big and shiny with unshed tears. It’s not good enough, Tashi can tell that you’re still apprehensive. You’re still worried, still guilty even with her reassurance. She can’t have that. If she doesn’t get you to drop this, you’ll let it consume you enough to try something stupid, like leaving her. Tashi refuses to let that even be an option.

If she can’t convince you with words, she can convince you through her actions. 

Tashi needs to drive home the point that sparing Patrick’s feelings isn’t something you need to be worried about, clearly tough love isn’t going to work on you. If she has to get on her knees to help make you understand, then she will.

She leans in slowly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your breath catches slightly, held for only a second before you finally relax. Not completely, just enough for her to feel it. She keeps going, dragging kisses from your cheek up to your ear.

“Patrick is nothing compared to you.” she whispers directly into your ear, dropping your chin to start sliding her hand slowly down your front. “You’re so much better than him,” her hand stops at the hem of your shorts, tugging the button open with one sharp yank. You gasp sharply, hand flying up to grip her bicep tightly. Your eyes flick to the door, open and unlocked, but you’re not pushing her away, not trying to stop her. 

Tashi leans down, trailing kissing across the soft skin of your throat. “You’re everything.” She slips her hand into your shorts and down the front of your soft panties, her fingertips barely graze the slick skin of your pussy before you’re moaning.

“Fuck.” your hand squeezes her arm tighter, nails digging little crescent moons into her skin as she slides her index finger through the wetness gathering at your entrance. 

You’re so wet, completely drenching her hand in seconds. She teases you, barely pushing her finger past your tight hole as she licks a dirty stripe up the center of your throat. You whine, a desperate, too loud noise that bounces off the walls. Slowly, she breaches your entrance, sinking her finger up to the knuckle in the tight warmth of your pussy.

She watches you, takes in the needy look on your pretty face. So worked up for a single finger, so desperate for it that your hips cant down to get her deeper inside you. The wet squelch of her finger thrusting in and out of you sounds even dirtier, amplified by the room's echo. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Her tone is soft but final, like she’s stating a fact. She stares at you as she fucks her finger faster in and out of your fluttering pussy, gaze intense and unwavering. You stare back like a deer in headlights, silent except for the sharp pants falling from your slick, parted lips. That’s okay, you don’t need to do any of the talking anyway.

Tashi nips at the sensitive skin of your collarbone once before she’s dropping to her knees on the cold concrete. Her greedy hands gripping the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down your legs roughly, your lilac panties quickly follow. You gasp sharply, the cool air of the room hitting your bare pussy. “Tash-” 

Tashi cuts you off, leaning forward to slip your clit between her lips. You throw your head back, your loud moan echoing through the room. She swirls her tongue over the sensitive skin of your clit, exactly how you like it. You’re already so worked up, she knows this won’t take long.

Her mouth works you over expertly, licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your dripping pussy. She teases the tip of her tongue along your clenching hole, so desperate to be filled by the strap sitting in a old box on the highest shelf of her closet. Her thighs clench at the thought, you bouncing on her dick, wrecked and spent on the sheets of her bed. She pushes the idea to the back of her mind, you always have later for that. Right now, she’s focused on making you come on her tongue. 

Tashi can tell you’re getting close. Your breathing changes, gets heavier, even more little moans and whines falling from your lips each time her nose presses against your clit just right. Your fingers slide into her hair as you start to roll your hips, chasing her mouth. 

“God, Tashi–!” Your thighs shake on either side of her head, hands twisting her hair in your grip roughly. “Shit, yes–fuck! I’m gonna come–” Your hips start to grind against her tongue even faster as you got closer to the edge.

Tashi lets you use her face to get off, her hands sliding up and down the side of your thighs soothingly as you come. She works you through your orgasm, her tongue sliding along your sensitive skin until you’re physically pulling her away.

Tashi presses one last kiss to your hip before she stands, pulling your shorts and panties back up your legs as she does. You’re still trying to catch your breath, leaning up against the lockers as she buttons your zipper for you. Your face is flushed and sweaty, your eyes are glossed over and hazy. She smiles, giving you a soft kiss with your release still coating her lips and tongue. You kiss back regardless, slow and sweet like molasses. 

Tashi pulls away first, giving your cheek a quick tap before stepping away to pick up her bag up off the floor. “Come on,” she offers you her hand, nodding her head towards the door. “Let’s go get frozen yogurt.” 

You smile, making your way across the room to slide your hand into hers. Tashi goes to push the door open, but you stay in place, tugging her hand back. When she turns to face you, there’s a look on your face she hasn’t seen before. “You’re everything too.” 

Your tone is so sincere, so genuine that she feels her heart grow three sizes. Your eyes sparkle as you stare at her like she’s a God. It’s exactly what she wanted. She smiles, giving your hand a hard squeeze and finally dragging you out of the locker room.

Duncan: Game, Set, Match.

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Clueless - Daniela Avanzini

Daniela Avanzini X reader 

Synopsis: You were surprised to see, that a woman like that would really be into you. 

Genre: Fluff 

a/n: I think I'm going to write for other people outside of Katseye, I don't know, I'm experimenting. But while that doesn't happen, I had this plot idea with Daniela. 

Maybe I made a mistake in writing, I'm too lazy to revise. <3 

You met Dani a few weeks ago, it wasn't planned, but it ended up happening. The agreement was that you would stop by the Kats' house to pick up Megan, a mutual friend of yours, Kylie Cantrall, had asked the two of you to hang out. 

It turns out that Megan wasn't ready when you arrived, so while you were on the couch, fiddling with your phone, a voice took your attention away. 

"Uh, hello?" when you looked up your mind tied a knot. Sure, you'd already seen Daniela in Katseye's MV, but damn, She looked prettier up close.

"Hi, I'm Yn, sorry, I'm just waiting for Megan." You said, trying not to look like an idiot. 

"Oh sure, Yn, Megan talks a lot about you. I'm Daniela." She says shaking your hand. It could be something in your head, but she had looked you up and down, she seemed to be checking on you.   

"So, are you and Megan something more or what?" Daniela says biting her lower lip. Her head was racing, how could she be so incredibly hot?   

"What? No, we're just good friends." you say, your voice faltering.  

"Good to know." She says as she looks at you.   

Your head doesn't have time to process what she said, because Megan had just appeared in the room, dragging you out and saying goodbye to Daniela.   

Your other opportunity to meet Daniela was when you and Megan got together for a sleepover. The orange-haired girl proposed that you spend the night right after a party. And as it seemed too dangerous to return home at that time, you accepted the invitation.   

So there you were, coming out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a spider-man t-shirt, courtesy of the changes of clothes you leave in your car. When you opened the door, Daniela was there, in all her glory, leaning against the doorframe. And you could drool in her pajamas, even if it was just a big sweatshirt and short shorts. 

"Wow, I must have done something really good to get the universe to leave you in my bathroom." If it came from anyone else, you'd think it's extremely stupid, but when it comes out of Daniela's mouth, it sounds like the most beautiful poem.  

"Hi Dani, I'm sorry, if I had known you wanted to use the bathroom I would have been quicker." You said, thanking the heavens that your mind was able to formulate a sentence.   

"It's okay, the wait was worth it, you're cute in your pajamas." She said as she fiddled with the collar of her T-shirt.  

Goosebumps running through your body, your short-circuited brain can't formulate anything, but you can hear a giggle from Dani in the background, followed by the bathroom door closing.   

You've always been interested in music, and when Lara said she needed a guitar riff for a production she was working on, you immediately offered to help her.  

So now while Lara was getting some snacks in the kitchen you were in her room working on the riff you would make, so concentrated that you didn't hear Daniela's footsteps getting closer and closer.   

"I didn't think you could get hotter, but I underestimated you." she said, a smile on her face when she saw you jump slightly in fright.  

"Dani, I didn't know you were there." You said, nervous hands scratching the back of your neck.  

"How long have you been playing guitar?" she asks sitting next to him, in the chair where Lara used to be occupied.   

"Since I was a child. I've always loved music, so I kind of love all of it." You said, your eyes traveling between Daniela, your guitar and Lara's things.  

"This is so cool, I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar, maybe you can teach me one day." Daniela says, her gaze never averting from you, making you more nervous.  

"Of course, I'd love to hear you sing too, you have a very beautiful voice." 

Daniela smiles when you look at her, the two of you in silence. Her intense looks seemed to mean something, something you didn't know.   

"You're very pretty," Daniela says, her eyes moving from your mouth back to your eyes.  

"What? Have you seen yourself? You're one of the prettiest girls I know, Dani."   

Again, she doesn't say anything, her big brown eyes staring at you. It seemed that with every second she became more beautiful, How is this possible?

The exchange of glances was interrupted when Lara entered the room, her hand full of snacks and red bull, the perfect combination for hours of work.   

"Dani, I love you, but it's not time to make your move, we have a lot to work on.   

Lara said, shooing a half-dazed Daniela out of her chair.   

What did you mean by "making your move"? 

By this time your friendship with the Kats was much stronger, you loved those girls, but you were still confused by Dani's advances, you kept telling yourself that this should be her way, just a relaxed way to play with your friends. Yes, that was it, you knew friends who flirted, it's okay.  

Man, you couldn't be more wrong.   

It was Lara's birthday, everyone was having fun at the surprise party that Lara's girlfriend ;) prepared. Everything seemed calm, you even started flirting with a girl, one of Lara's friends, you were talking and laughing here and there, to be honest you didn't have much in common, but it wouldn't hurt to exchange a few words. 

Everything seemed right, until you felt footsteps approaching.   

"Excuse me, I can talk to Yn a second, thank you." Daniela pulled you without waiting for answers from the girl you were talking to, and soon you found yourself locked inside one of the rooms of the house.   

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Daniela screamed, you were surprised, of course. Why was this extremely beautiful and hot girl yelling at you?  

"What? What did I do?" You said, your shoulders slumping as you waited for an explanation from the Latina in front of you. 

"You were letting that girl flirt with you!" The Latina looked furious and disappointed, you just didn't understand why.   

"Dani, it's okay, why are you so mad about this?"   

“’CAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME!"   

When the curly-haired girl screamed you weren't sure anything, you weren't sure if you had heard it right, you weren't sure if they were talking about the same thing. Damn, you weren't even sure if she was yelling at the right person.   

"What... What does that mean?"  

"It means I like you." Daniela sits on the bed, looking defeated.   

"I've liked you since the day I met you, every moment we spend together, every moment we're interrupted by someone, all those moments, I just wish I could say I like you. But it looks like you're so dumb-"  

"Hey!" You interrupted.   

"I flirted with you, I tried to impress you, I tried to get us to spend more time together, but nothing worked." Daniela said, her voice growing with each word, making the Latina get up from the bed, making her gaze travel from the floor to you, only to see you wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights. 

"You're so oblivious to everything around you, I just wanted you to ask me out, idiot! I didn't want to spend another minute without you holding my hand or kissing me. And all I've done, for all these months is send you signals, that you clearly don't understand why you're-"  

Suddenly the room was silent again, Daniela's complaints fading as her hands wrapped around your hair, if it was you she wanted, then she would have it.   

Your hands pulled her waist closer, so close that it felt like the two of you could enter each other's bodies. All the stored desire now completely exposed in the kiss you shared, Daniela seemed to melt in your hands and when you least expected it you were kissing desperately and walking to bed.   

When your knees bent and you fell on the bed, you could feel Daniela's legs on either side of your body, the feeling was invigorating, you both seemed to have been waiting for this forever, Daniela knows better. Then, when the breath started to go away, you moved away, Daniela resting her hands on your abdomen, looking at you with heart eyes.  

"I'm not very good at understanding tips, for me it was just a joke." you said, being the first to break the silence.   

"I gave you all the signs I could." The curly-haired girl said as she rolled her eyes and smiled at you. 

"yes, but how was I going to know that a woman like that was really into me." You said, as you sat still with her on your lap, stealing a quick kiss from the Latina.   

"Well, now you know, what are you going to do about it?" She said as she wrapped her arms around your neck.   

"I'm going to go on a date with the hottest girl in the world." 

[avalanchinedream]

so when is someone gonna take one for the team & write a slow burn 'princess x her personal guard' melvika royalty au? where mel is the princess of the kingdom of piltover & sevika 'one of the greatest fighters in the nation' is sought after & hired to protect mel after a failed assassination attempt. the arguments, the tension, the TEASING omg...them both disliking the arrangement at first bc mel believes she can take care of herself & sev for obvious reasons but growing to fall for each other after spending so much time together. sev giving her loyalty to someone deserving of it. PLEASE SOMEONE HEAR ME!!!

[camzeecorner]

𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝 𐙚𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

(𝙽)𝚂𝙵𝚆ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves to listen to music full volume dancing around in nothing but her oversized shirts

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. cuddles with her cat when she’s anxious, talking about her feelings while he lays there purring.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. has separation anxiety which results in her dragging Matt and Chris everywhere she goes, including the bathroom.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. will force Matt and Chris to watch sappy romance movies with her.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨..has a collection on stuff animals sitting against her headboard.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves to take off guard photos of Matt and Chris, always having her camera ready.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨..loves to run her hands through Matt and Chris’ hair while they sleep.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. wakes up early to cook for everyone.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. hums softly to herself before bed when both boys are away.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves to lay on top of Matt while he rubs her back soothingly.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. learned how to sew, making her own clothes and hats for Matt and Chris.

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. gets matching white pajama sets with Matt and Chris.

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves to overstimulate kitty till she’s shaking and physically cannot handle another orgasm.

“You think you can take another baby?” Matt asked kitty, smiling from ear to ear at her fucked out expression.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. begs kitty to sit on their face at least 3 times a week.

“Please baby, just wanna feel that wetness on my face.” Chris begs as he slides his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Grinning widely at her he whispers in her ear, “wanna make you feel so good.”

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves having shower sex to ‘save water’.

“You know.. showering together will save water.” Matt stated, leaning down being eye level with kitty as he softly stroked her thigh. Kitty turns looking at Chris who had just walked out the shower. “He’s not wrong..” Chris chuckles.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. is not afraid of PDA, they have no shame bending her over and pulling her panties to the side anywhere.

“You gonna cum? Hm.” Chris whispers in kittys ear as he thrust his fingers in and out of her at a fast pace, watching as her eyes rolled back slighty. Suddenly being interrupted by their waitress who returned to their table with drinks.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. will fuck kitty till she can’t remember anything.

“Yea baby just like that- shit. Whose pussy is this?” Matt grunts as his hips repeatedly hit kittys ass, watching as it bounced. Kitty mumbled nonsense, as she couldn’t focus.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves when she wears lace, having no choice but ripping it off of her and fucking her senseless.

“C-Chris! My pa-anties..!” Kitty moans. Chris looked at the ruined lace on the floor as he continues to fuck her. “I’ll buy you more don’t worry.” He says before planting sloppy kisses along her jaw.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. is rough and aggressive, they love to choke her and slap her while she’s fucked out her mind.

“Such a slut for my cock.” Matt moans tossing his head back, fucking her dumb as he grips her neck squeezing lightly.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. takes turns eating her dripping pussy while she moans uncontrollably.

“N-no more!” Kitty yelps. She was shaking and moaning uncontrollably due to the overwhelming feeling of Chris’ tongue sucking at her clit.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves your titties and will suck on them for hours.

“So soft.” Matt moaned against you. He grabbed a handful of your tit squeezing it. He placed the hardened nipple in her mouth as he fluttered his eyes shut.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. will punish kitty for acting out resulting in edging her and overstimulation for hours.

Eating another slap to your wet cunt you squelch. “Gonna misbehave again?” Chris asked calmly. He rocked his hips as a rough and fast pace as he watched you crumble beneath him.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. loves when she rides them, watching as her eyes screw shut in pleasure.

Matt watched in awe as you rolled your hips, clenching around him just how he liked it. “Shit- gonna make me cum.” He moaned tossing his head back.

𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨.. will record her as she’s on her knees sucking them, saving the videos for later in their own time.

“Yea show the camera that you’re a good girl, taking my cock so deep.” Matt hissed feeling his cock hit the back of your throat. You looked at him through your lashes as the flash hit your face.

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[mysunshinetemptress]

Snow Angel

Pretty Girls

Leah Williamson x Reader Warnings: Abusive relationship

The following weeks were a tightrope walk for Leah. Every glance from you sent shivers down her spine, every shared practice session felt charged with unspoken desire. Yet, you remained resolutely distant, the playful banter and lingering touches a distant memory. 

It was Arsenal's annual winter gala, with players from both men's and women's joined by their families to celebrate the teams past and present. Forced to sit at the same table together, the tension between You and Leah crackled.

The breaking point came later in the night after dinner when most of the guest's had moved to the dance floor. Alcohol, usually a social lubricant, only served to loosen inhibitions. As the laughter died down, Leah, emboldened by a few glasses of wine, turned to You.

You watched as Evan wrapped his hands around some random girl before turning back to the table only to be met by Leah's stare.

"So, about that night..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.

Your face drained of colour. You quickly turned your head back to the dance floor eyes scanning for Evan.

"Leah please, not here."

Leah let out an annoyed huff, "When then because you do nothing but ignore me."

You reached for her hand squeezing it "Please Le."

Leah looked at you confused at your desperation for her to drop the topic, but just as she opened her mouth to ask Evan wrapped his hand around your upper arm pulling you out of your seat. "Come on babe, dance with me."

You turned back to Leah mouthing later before turning to smile at Evan.

Leah watched, a bitter taste coating her tongue, as you were swept away by Evan's confident grin. The night, once filled with the promise of a resolution, felt like it was crumbling around her.

Across the table, her teammates were lost in their own conversations, oblivious to the storm brewing within Leah. Anger, laced with a fresh dose of hurt, bubbled up. She'd taken a risk, exposed herself, and you'd shut her down again.

As the night dragged on Leah decided she had enough, she was done waiting for you to come to her with an answer.

Spotting you and Evan standing at the bar laughing so happy and care free Leah decided it was now or never.

Ignoring the concerned glances shot her way by her teammates, Leah pushed her chair back from the table with a scraping sound that cut through the chatter. Her heart hammered a furious tattoo against her ribs as she navigated the throng of bodies towards the bar.

Leah grabbed your arm turning you slightly. "We need to talk about that night Y/n, I can't go on like this anymore."

Evan turned looking at you both confused.

"What night, Leah?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

The room held its breath. Leah could back out, pretend it was nothing, but the lie choked her.

"The night at my place," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "The night you, uh, crashed there after the club." Her glare dared Y/n to contradict her.

Y/n's gaze flickered between Leah and Evan, shame and panic warring on her face. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely audible.

"Evan, I..." You couldn't find the words unable to wrap your head around what was happening, Leah was doing this now, to get back at you for ignoring her.

The air hung heavy as your voice trailed off. The revelation hung in the room like a thunderclap, electrifying everyone within earshot. Evan's confusion morphed into a scowl as he looked at you, his hold tightening on your arm possessively.

Leah, despite her anger, felt a pang of guilt at the naked betrayal reflected in your eyes. Maybe this public outing wasn't the best course of action, but the hurt and confusion had driven her to a corner.

The silence stretched on, broken only by the murmur of shocked whispers from onlookers. Your teammates at your table shot worried glances your way, the playful atmosphere of the night now replaced with a tense curiosity.

Suddenly, a new voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here?" It was Kim, your captain, standing tall beside Leah with a concerned frown etched on her face.

Now, all eyes were on you. You could lie, fabricate some story to appease everyone. But the truth, however messy, loomed large. You took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Leah's pained expression. This wouldn't be easy for either of you.

"It's...complicated," you started, your voice barely above a whisper. "The night Leah mentioned...we did share a moment, but..." You hesitated, unsure how to explain the confusing dance you'd been doing with your feelings.

"But...?" Evan prompted, his grip on your arm tightening even further. You winced at the pressure, the situation escalating with every passing second.

Taking another steadying breath, you finally decided on honesty, however brutal it might be. "Evan," you began, your voice gaining strength, "we're not...together. We never were." You turned to Leah, your eyes pleading for understanding. "And what happened that night...it shouldn't have happened."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The carefully constructed facade of your relationship with Evan crumbled before your eyes. Shame burned hot on your cheeks, but you pushed on, determined to finally clear the air.

"Leah and I..." you started, then paused, searching for the right words. "We care about each other, but it's complicated. There were feelings, a moment of weakness..." You trailed off, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.

Leah, seeing your genuine distress, felt her anger begin to simmer down. Maybe public exposure wasn't the best strategy, but at least you were finally being honest. Her gaze locked with yours, a silent plea for understanding passing between you.

Before you could continue, Evan yanked his arm free, his face contorted in a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You mean to tell me this whole time..." he spat, his voice thick with anger, but before he could finish his tirade, Kim stepped forward.

"Enough, Evan," she said, her voice firm and authoritative. "This isn't the time or place. Let's all take a step back and cool down."

Evan shook his head, "No we're leaving."

You tried to stop him "Evan, please let's just talk about it here, sort it out here."

Evan pushed his hands through his hair "Don't you think you have embarrassed me enough in front of all your friends tonight, we are leaving."

The air crackled with tension as Evan stormed away, dragging you who looked to Leah with what seemed to be a pleading look etched across your face.

Kim placed a hand on Leah's shoulder, her gaze laced with concern. "Are you alright, Le?" she asked gently. Leah shook her head brushing off the captain's hand "I'm going home, I'm sorry."

Leah is lying asleep in bed hours later when her doorbell goes off, she tosses slightly ignoring it hoping sleep will welcome her back when it goes off again.

huffing Leah tosses her duvets aside, before trudging down the stairs and swinging the door open angrily.

"What." Leah goes to give out to whoever has found themselves on her doorstep this late at night but the words die in her throat.

In the doorway, you're standing there shaking a dishevelled, your eyes red-rimmed and hair windblown. Dress torn, a bruise beginning to form on your cheekbone, a busted lip and a shiner coming through on your left eye.

Leah's heart lurched. The anger that had fueled her earlier actions evaporated, replaced by a cold dread. You were a mess, a physical manifestation of the chaos she'd helped create.

"Y/N?" Your name came out in a choked whisper.

You swayed slightly, before You flinched, as if expecting a slap instead. "Leah," you croaked, your voice hoarse. "I...Leah...please...let me in."

There was no room for judgment now. You needed help, a safe haven. Stepping aside, Leah ushered you in, the late-night chill clinging to your clothes a stark contrast to the warmth of her house.

The public humiliation you'd both endured at the gala paled in comparison to the violence simmering on her doorstep. Her anger towards you was forgotten, replaced by a surge of protectiveness.

"Come in," she rasped, stepping aside to usher you both into the house.

You stumbled slightly, leaning heavily on the doorframe for support. Leah quickly reached out, a hesitant hand hovering near your arm. You flinched again, but this time, it seemed to be more out of pain than fear.

Taking a deep breath, Leah swallowed her reservations. "Let's get you cleaned up first," she said, her voice firm but laced with concern.

You offered a weak nod, leaning on her as she guided you further into the house. The weight of your body against hers was a stark reminder of the intimacy they'd shared, a stark contrast to the violence you were now escaping.

"Evan..." you manage, voice hoarse. "He...he didn't take the news well."

Your words spark a horrifying image in Leah's mind, as she recounts his forceful grabbing of your arm over the night.

You winced as her hand came towards your face looking to clean your lip. Leah began to remember all the previous times you had winced at a hand being raised towards you and she felt sick to her stomach at the thought of her next question.

"Did he…?" she started, then stopped. How to phrase the question delicately, when all she wanted to scream was, "Is this the first time done this?"

You seemed to understand her unspoken question. Shame flickered in your eyes before you dropped them to your hands.

The air hung heavy with the unspoken truth. Leah bit her lip, the concern for your well-being warring with a fresh wave of shame.

"Was this..." she started, her voice barely a whisper, "the reason you were hesitant with me? Because of him?"

You looked down at your feet, avoiding her gaze. A small, defeated nod escaped your lips.

The confirmation hit Leah like a punch to the gut. All this time, your distance, your mixed signals – it had all been because of Evan's abuse. A part of her wanted to be angry, to rage at you for not confiding in her sooner, but the bigger part ached for you, for the pain you must have endured in silence.

"Why didn't you say anything?" she finally asked, her voice thick with emotion.

You lifted your head, your eyes filled with a vulnerability that ripped at Leah's heart.

"I was scared," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "Scared of him, scared of losing everything – the team, you..."

The raw honesty in your voice resonated with Leah. She understood. The fear of losing everything you'd worked hard for was a powerful motivator, especially in the face of an abuser.

Placing a hand on your arm, this time gently, Leah offered a small, reassuring smile. "You're safe now," she said softly. "He can't hurt you here."

The tenderness in her touch sent a wave of warmth through you. Looking into her eyes, you saw not judgment, but a wellspring of concern and a flicker of something more – a hint of the feelings you harboured for her as well.

"Leah I..." you started, your voice trailing off.

Leah squeezed your arm gently. "We can deal with everything else later. Right now, you need to rest and get cleaned up."

There was a silent understanding that bloomed between you. The night's events had irrevocably altered the course of your relationship. The truth, though brutal, had finally been laid bare. Whether there was a future for you and Leah, you didn't know yet. But for now, the solace of her presence, the promise of safety, was all that mattered.

Leah had gotten you up the stairs and to her bedroom before placing you gently on the bed and rushing to get you pyjamas for the night.

"Right, here's the pyjamas, you know where the toilet is eh i'll be in the other room just come wake me if you need me." As Leah began to walk off you grabbed her hand "Le....thank you." how could you ask her to stay after everything, she had opened her home for you, the pain you put her through.

Leah hesitates for a moment, caught between her lingering anger and the vulnerability in your eyes. "You deserve to be safe," she says softly, her eyes filled with concern, before walking out.

The night stretches on, a tangled mess of worry and a strange sense of vulnerability for Leah. She tosses and turns in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. Sleep eludes her, replaced by a constant replay of the night's events.

The image of you, battered and bruised, on her doorstep, had banished any lingering anger Leah felt. Now, a restless worry gnawed at her. Every creak of the floorboards sent her imagination into overdrive, conjuring visions of you tossing and turning in pain.

Finally, unable to bear the suspense any longer, Leah crept out of her room and padded down the hallway towards yours. The soft glow of the bedside lamp peeked out from under the door, casting a warm rectangle on the floor.

Hesitantly, Leah pushed the door open a crack. You were lying on your back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The harsh light accentuated the shadows of your injuries, making them look even worse.

"Can't sleep?" Leah asked softly, the door creaking slightly as she nudged it open further.

You flinched at the sound, your gaze snapping towards her. "Leah," you whispered, relief washing over your face. "I thought you were asleep."

Leah stepped into the room, the concern etched on her face evident in the dim light. "Couldn't," she admitted. "Is everything okay?"

You shook your head, the movement sending a jolt of pain through your throbbing cheek. "Just… thinking."

Leah felt a pang of sympathy. The weight of the night's events must be crushing. Taking a deep breath, she decided to offer some comfort.

"Would you like some company?" she asked gently. "Maybe some tea?"

A flicker of a smile touched your lips. "That would be nice," you rasped.

Leah smiled back, a genuine one this time, relieved to see a hint of your usual spirit flickering back to life. "Alright, I'll be right back."

She scurried out of the room, the sound of her footsteps a comforting rhythm in the quiet night. As she brewed the tea, a warmth spread through Leah's chest – a warmth that had nothing to do with the hot water.

Seeing you so vulnerable, so dependent on her care, had awakened a fierce protectiveness within her. But there was something else too, a deeper emotion that had been simmering beneath the surface all along.

Returning to the room with two steaming mugs, Leah settled on the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd you. You reached out, taking the mug from her hand with a grateful smile.

For a while, you both sipped your tea in comfortable silence. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a shared understanding blooming between you.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice still hoarse from the night's events. "Leah, about earlier..."

Leah met your gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "We can talk about it all in the morning," she interrupted gently. "Right now, you need to rest."

You shook your head. "No Leah...I have to....you deserve to know," you stated your voice thick with emotion.

You picked at your fingers letting out a shaky breath " He was so sweet when I first met him, but it didn't last and I thought that what I had with him was all I was going to have, all I was worth, but then I met you after my transfer and you were so soft and gentle, even as a friend and I found myself falling for you.....I was just so scared to leave him and then.....then that night here with you...Evan..he...I was only ever there for him...for his pleasure but with you....I...You were gentle and loving and...you looked after me and I loved every second of it but felt so heartbroken too because it's all I ever wanted with the girl I dreamed of but I...he scares me....the things he does scares me and it was easier to leave the next morning and ignore you then fall into my feelings because I was terrified of the outcome."

Leah, her heart clenching with every word, listened intently as you poured out your story. The vulnerability in your eyes mirrored the turmoil within her. Here you were, laying bare your soul, and she understood in a way she never had before.

"Leah," you continued, your voice trembling slightly, "I know I messed up. I should have confided in you, but I was afraid. Afraid of losing you, afraid of what Evan might do."

Leah reached out, her hand hovering gently over yours. "It's okay," she whispered, the words thick with emotion. "I understand."

A tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek. You leaned into her touch, finding a solace you hadn't felt in a long time.

"Can you ever forgive me?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken pining. Leah looked into your eyes, searching for the answer within them. The truth was, the anger had faded, replaced by a deep well of empathy and a growing affection for you.

"There's nothing to forgive," she finally said, her voice soft but firm. "You were in a difficult situation, and you did what you had to do to survive."

A tear rolls down your cheek, and you don't bother brushing it away. Relief washes over you, a sense of finally being understood. You take another sip of tea, the warmth spreading through you.

Leah, her heart clenching at your confession, reached out and placed a comforting hand over yours. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You're safe now."

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as the dam of your emotions finally broke. You let out a choked sob, the exhaustion and fear of the night catching up to you. Leah held you close, her embrace a silent promise of safety and support.

As you cried, the story tumbled out – the manipulative games Evan played, the subtle threats that escalated into violence, the isolation that made you feel trapped. Leah listened patiently, her anger towards Evan burning hot alongside her protectiveness of you.

When your sobs subsided, leaving behind a shaky silence, Leah spoke softly. "You're so strong, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "For enduring all that, for finally getting away."

You shook your head, a weak smile flickering on your lips. "Strong isn't exactly how I feel right now."

Leah squeezed your hand. "Maybe not. But you were brave. You came here, you faced the truth, and you're starting to heal."

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the quiet sniffles and the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The weight of the unspoken hung heavy in the air, a question lingering between you.

Finally, Leah took a deep breath and broke the silence. "What do you want to do now, Y/N?" she asked gently.

You looked at her, your eyes filled with a newfound vulnerability. "I...I don't know," you admitted. "All I know is...I don't want to go back to him."

Leah hummed running her fingers through your hair. "I want to be with you...I want to know what it's like to be loved by you."

Leah felt her heart flutter "I'll be happy to show you when your ready."

You turned to face her, your eyes flicking back and forth between her eyes and lips "Can...Can i kiss you." Leah quickly nodded before pulling you closer and kissing you.

"Ow." you let out a soft groan at the sting of your lip, "Softer next time please." Leah smiled as you began to laugh "Softer every time."

[necrotic-nephilim]

@profandomhopper i was going to reblog the original post this comment was left on but i felt it divorced itself from the original topic so much, you get your own post for giving me delightful permission to ramble about this. buckle in people this is long.

so, DC is a big fandom that expanses a lot of different types of content, and like anything, is subject to crossovers. the obvious ones like Marvel are for the reason of being a similar and equally popular superhero world, so it's easy to transpose the worlds onto each other and overlap the characters. both of these worlds deal with multiverses and endless, endless heroes. it makes sense and there's no real stretch to think Batman and Spider-Man could co-exist. i mean, there have been canon crossover comics. and even some more random crossovers like White Collar have pretty easy to trace origins, being an actor in WC was a popular Dick fancast back in the day so there was some bleeding over that led to a well-loved niche crossover space.

but Danny Phantom and Miraculous Ladybug are where it gets interesting. because at a surface, MLB sort of makes sense. it's a superhero world, you're following a teen girl superhero and sure the mechanics are pretty contained, but the crossover should make sense. but when you compare it to the crossover numbers of other superhero media like say My Hero Academia, Ladybug takes the *crown* with such a bizarre popularity. and of course, DP feels like it makes even less sense. sure, you *could* lump it into at the very least, superhero-adjacent media, but it's not a true hero world like MLB or DC is.

but, the thing to always understand about DC, *especially* the Batfamily (which is where the crossover content propagates the most) is this: a *very* good chunk of fans don't interact with the comics. i would venture to say even most Batfamily fans don't read the comics and actively talk about it. we've all read a very fandom big Batfam fanfic where the author's note mentions the writer has never touched a comic in their life. typically, these fans are either cobbling together their understanding from fandom content, or by frankensteining unrelated DC adaptations to understand each character. you take Bruce from Batman: TAS, you take Dick from the animated Young Justice, you take Jason from Batman: Under The Red Hood animated movie, you take Damian from the DCAMU Batman vs Robin, and you read some fandom metas to fill in the rest and well, you've got some sort of an understanding of these characters. read enough incorrect quotes, some genfic, a couple of character metas, and boom, you understand the Batfamily fandom enough to start creating your own content. and of course now. now you have Wayne Family Adventures so it's even *easier*. a pretty easy to pick up webtoon that's filling in all the gaps for you. but i've been in this fandom long enough to remember before we had WFA and even then, this was still a common, if not the most popular way, to ween yourself into the DC fandom space. you cherry-picked the canon you liked and then plunged into the depths of fanon.

i'm not here to make in depth commentary on if i think this is a good or bad thing. trust me i have that commentary in my head, but that would need it's own post. i'm very split on it and my feelings are complicated. my feelings on WFA are even *more* complicated. because oftentimes, the attitude expressed by these fans who are frankensteining this version of the Batfamily/DC world they have in their head is they don't *want* to read the comics. the comics don't contain the content they're after. and to an extent, i understand that. if you're looking for light-hearted vibes of the Batfamily all getting along and having the occasional hurt/comfort moments but in the end, they hug and make up, you're right. largely, you won't find that in canon. of course there are so many comics to recommend for Batfamily interactions, but you have to get specific. you'll find them interacting in small groups, Tim and Dick bonding here, Duke and Cass bonding there, but largely, the comics don't care to balance the ridiculously large cast they've given themselves. but fandom does. it's easy to toss them all in a blender and ignore the parts you don't like. the default argument to ignoring the comics or writing something OOC is always "well the comics are OOC and inconsistent too" which, while a flawed argument that massively misunderstand how comics work as a medium, isn't an entirely incorrect one. you could serve on a silver platter to these fans, an easy and accessible way to get into comics and they wouldn't be interested. it's not what they're here for. fandom is always character-driven above all else. it's driven by character relationships and dynamics. if someone wants to consume content where Tim idolized and stalked Jason as 'his Robin' and now is trying to help him rehabilitate and they're super complicated but have this long epic forgiveness arc, why *would* they read the comics? because they're sure as shit not going to find that dynamic in the comics. it's laughably OOC and not canon at all, but that doesn't matter. what matters is the sandbox. most Batfamily fans care *far* more about the sandbox canon gives them than the actual canon itself. feel how you feel about that, this really isn't being negative toward that attitude, but it is a common attitude.

so, you have Batfamily fans playing in the sandbox and building their own narrative. common fandom headcanons are so common, you could practically write a guide on how the fanon Batfamily works with how consistent people are about it. or you could just read WFA, which is practically the new manifesto of it. even now, with this sudden spike in people talking about canon accuracy and "actually this happening in the comics", they don't actually care about the comics, just what they can cherry-pick for fodder. (even if they rob it of so much context they're just as OOC as they were before. see specifically: the recent phenomena with Tim Drake going from the woobified weakest member of the Batfam who everyone needs to save constantly and he's the smart boy but he's also the one with a sad tragic neglectful past who gets overlooked being the way Batfamily fandom played with Tim for years. but recently, people seem to be pushing this idea of a ridiculously badass Tim, Tim who *totally* has a kill count because of his actions in RR (2009) if you take them completely out of context, Tim who bested Ra's and is even more badass than Jason and he's the 17 yr old CEO of Wayne Industries being cool and flawless it becoming the new fandom zeitgeist. neither of these versions of Tim are canon, and the second fundamentally misunderstands his arc in RR (2009) but the shift has undeniably happened and it's been fascinating to watch. the same thing happened with people suddenly deciding Jason isn't the "angry violent Robin", he was a sunshine sweet boy who was perfect as Robin. neither of these are true, but the second feels more transgressive and new to fandom from cherry-picked panels.) the point is largely, Batfamily fans would rather build their own canon than play with the actual canon.

and then, you have Danny Phantom. i'm not into DP and have no interest to get into it, but what i know about it via fandom osmosis is this: DP fans sort of also don't give a fuck about canon. once again, the canon of DP is a sandbox, not a rulebook. the concepts and the characters are the draw, not the plot itself. i've seen DP posts explaining characters who are essentially OCs, but have become so dominant in the fandom via fandom osmosis. there are concepts and ideas about how Danny's powers work and potential concepts with his ghost nature that either aren't in canon or only happened once in canon and fans decided to expand on that and doesn't care about it's own in-universe logic. i've seen a lot of DP fans also express they haven't seen the show and they don't have plans to see the show. because the show is just some children's cartoon with some inconsistencies and a simple plot, as you'd expect from CN. the show isn't the point. no one cares about it's plot, they care about it's characters. they care about pushing the concept of half ghost boy to a logical extreme and seeing what you can get out of that. can you make it weird and fucked up. how much can you highlight on his trauma and body horror. what identity crisis can you give him and how can you build his interactions with other characters in his world around that and also make those characters fun and unique on their own. sure, the skeleton of canon is there, but the meat lies all in the fanon.

Miraculous Ladybug also exists in this similar vein. the characters, the concepts, those hold intrigue. and not even mentioning the fact the original concept for this show was supposed to be aimed to an older audience, so you can see the bones of something a bit more mature and nuanced under this typical, villain of the week magical girl transformation show. the show itself is a bit shallow and that's not a *bad* thing, it's just the medium it exists within being aimed towards children. but the concepts of a teen girl who's basically a sort of chosen one, a boy who doesn't know his father is the big bad of the show, and their weird identity porn love... square thing. those dynamics are *so* complicated and such a fun sandbox to play in with character-driven fandom.

so, at the core, you have three fandoms that care more about the culturally accepted fanon than the canon, with a good chunk of people often not even consuming the original canon content. and well, DC is an *easy* world to transpose just about anything onto. a boy who's half ghost and fighting supernatural threats? that makes sense, DC has ghost heroes like Deadman already. a girl who has this magical item that gives her animal themed superpowers? i mean that's practically the same thing as Vixen's Totem so that one makes sense too. they fit in pretty easy, no needing to change the world to accommodate them. and of course, if you're a fan of *one* fandom where you don't care for the canon content and only like the fandom sandbox, chances are, you'll get drawn in pretty easily to another fandom with similar mechanics. if you can teach yourself the DP fandom rules/concepts, you can teach yourself the Batfamily fandom rules/concepts. and well, since there's so much crossover in fandom members, why not write the fanfiction? crossover fics will always exist, but with such a shared member base, you have a really big boom.

it's why the characters you see DP interact with in DC are *always* characters who are far more driven by fanon than canon. Danny and John Constantine is a *massive* concept. for people who don't read Hellblazer comics. my poor partner, @divine-dominion has lamented to me pretty often about finding DP content in the Hellblazer tag that is essentially turning Constantine into an OC. because whatever version of Constantine is being written about isn't one bit comics accurate, and really, isn't trying to be. and the same thing happens with Shazam. you watch Young Justice and understand him well enough, you get drawn in by the character concept that you just run with it. people put their favorite blorbos in the same place because hey, wouldn't ghost boy be pretty cool in a city like *Gotham*. how would Batman even react to him. and then, the shipping. because ages for the Batfamily can be easily hand-waved and moved around based on where you plop Danny into the timeline, you have your pick of the litter with him, and same with Ladybug. of course there are the most popular ships but largely, the world is your oyster.

i don't think this is the worst thing in the world for either fandom. it's not hard to filter out the crossover tags and scroll past content i don't like. and sure, i see the appeal of making your blorbos from two different places meet. i've got my drafts *full* of DC/MHA crossover ideas because well, i like them both and think that would be cool. i think my only gripe with it is when DP or MLB crossover content seeps it's way into the wrong tags. using the above example, if you're writing about Danny and Constantine but there's zero content of the actual Hellblazer comics, i don't think you need the Hellblazer tag, just the Constantine character tag. tbh i wish this extended onto Ao3 and people utilized fandom tags better. if you're writing Batfamily fanfiction that is very clearly and obviously WFA driven in characterization and concepts, i would far prefer those fics be tagged with the WFA fandom tag rather than the Batman (comics) fandom tag. because well, you're not writing about the Batman comics. and there's nothing wrong with that, but it helps if you don't confuse yourself for content striving to interact with canon more. (this especially extends to Young Justice, by the way. if you're writing for the Young Justice tv show please, please stop using the Young Justice (comics) fandom tag. i'm at my wit's end- /lh)

the whole thing is fascinating. i've got zero interest in entering DP or MLB as fandoms because that's not my speed, but witnessing it as an outsider is my favorite pastime. i see a *lot* of posts going around the DC x DP space that are helping explain to people who's who, what's what, and understanding the canon/fanon of both of these properties so others can better enter the space. which is not something you'd need in a fandom driven only by it's canon content, but it is sweet watching others try to help newbies enter the space. it's a very inviting fandom space, i think, whether you lament it's existence or not. they're just sitting in their corner with their blorbos, and i gotta respect that. the posts explaining the Batfamily to DP fans are always fun for me to read, even if i disagree with some of the characterizations in them because it helps shine a light on what the fans of this crossover regard as "important" enough about each fandom to be worth including those sorts of primers. very fascinating stuff.

[amethystarachnid]

BUCKY BARNES AS A GIRL DAD - a drabble

Everyone stop what you're doing and imagine Bucky Barnes as a girl dad.

When you first tell him that you're pregnant he's shocked because of all the experiments HYDRA did on him he thought he couldn't have kids

Then he's shocked because he realizes he's going to be a dad. He. A killer, the man who killed thousands of people.

He's terrified by the thought of not being a good dad so you have to convince him he's going to be a great dad because he's not the winter soldier anymore, he's just Bucky. The love of your life.

Starts studying pregnancy books like he has an exam on them. believe me when I say that this man could have a degree by the end of the nine months.

Baby Shower. He really didn't care if the baby in your belly was a boy or a girl but when he saw the pink cream inside the cake he felt his heart skip a beat. A little girl, oh how much he hoped for her to look just like you.

Built the nursery from scratch, painted it al pink with little stars on the ceiling.

I think he would like the name Estelle and if you'd agree that would be the little girl's name.

When you go into labour this man freaks out, he has seen lots of things in his life but seeing you in pain while giving birth made him feel guilty for putting a baby in you.

When he holds her for the first time he's scared to hurt her, maybe his metallic arm is too hard for her little head to rest on? Is his metallic hand too cold on her little face?

He's completely smitten by her, she's not even two days old when she has him wrapped around her little chubby fingers.

When he noticed that she has his blue eyes he was on the verge of crying.

How could a monster like him make such a perfect little angel?

As soon as Estelle starts babbling he has his phone out to record everything. He just wants to remember those little moments forever.

When she starts walking and can actually play he spends his days playing with her: with a ball, with dolls, with the toy kitchen, with her on his shoulders.

When Estelle says 'Dada' for the first time this man is in tears repeating 'my baby girl called me dada, I'm her dada..."

Once she can talk she gives nicknames to everyone, Steve is Uncle Cap, Sam is Uncle Birdie, Tony is Uncle Iron, Natasha is Aunt red (because of her hair).

Bucky totally plays princess tea party with her, in a tutu and with a full face of toy make up.

"Uncle Cap and Uncle Birdie, come play tea with me and Daddy!" Estelle would say.

Steve would agree immediately while Sam needed an harsh look from Bucky.

First day of kindergarten? Estelle is happily going inside the new classroom, happy to make new friends while Bucky is in tears.

"She didn't give me a goodbye kiss..."

She wants to take dance lessons? They're paid.

She wants to swim? He's already on his way to buy a swimsuit.

Bucky would let her choose the sport she wants but she has to take self defense lessons too, maybe taught by Natasha.

The first boy that breaks her heart has a broken arm and probably some trauma. (I'm joking...am I?)

Estelle is pretty free to go out but she has to tell him in advance just to let him know.

When she leaves for college he helps her move out and tells her to kick a boy between the legs if they treat her bad. Or simply give a call to him and he would run to her.

Probably with Steve right behind him.

Damn this was long, sorry but I love soft Bucky, my man deceivers happiness after everything he went through :(

Would you like me to do this but with the other Avengers / x-Men? You can also make requests if you want!

Check out my masterlist! <3

[corujalesbica]

Me waiting for fanfic updates like a 1920s woman waiting for her husband to come back from the war.

[kindinb00]

[pepperpixel]

+ Butch 4 Butch +

(Except neither one of them is rlly that butch but holy fUCKING SHIT THAT SONG IS LITERALLY THEM… the version of them I made up in my mind palace… it’s them.)

Anywayyyy. Yeah! Have a tagr art dump..! aka, those vibes when you, out of a series of moments of temporary insanity, end up finding, taking in, nursing back to health and eventually falling into a tangled messy yearning situationship w the asshole tsundere alien who tried to destroy your entire planet… rlly extremely relatable vibes!!

[lobotomiaww]

ू ࿔ 🌸 㚏ᤲ᤺ nᧉꭐ᳞ ⃘〮 ི ᳟✨ pᦞ᳔ꨯ𝗍ֵ ౨౿

[spiderb00]

Can I request reader surprising Lara from Katseye for her birthday? Thanks

Nights like this - Lara Raj

Lara Raj X reader 

Synopsis: Surprising your girlfriend isn't so easy, but you soon discover that everything with her is amazing 

Genre: Fluff 

a/n: Lara is so… I love her. well, that took a while, but I think I'm happy with it. I don't know if it's as you imagined, but I hope you like it <3

(I may have made a mistake in the writing, but I think nothing too big).  

Yn was freaking out. She was never the kind of person who followed a routine or made a schedule to follow. She was a free soul, whatever had to happen would happen. 

That was why she was losing her mind over the birthday of her girlfriend, Lara Raj. For the first time in her entire life, Yn wanted everything to follow a script, for everything to be perfect and for her to be able to make her girlfriend feel loved and important. 

What at first seemed easy and quick became a total mess in Yn's hands. The plan was for her to take Lara to a nice dinner where they would have fun and be the extremely cute and powerful couple that they were, and then Yn would take her home, where her family and the Kats would wait for her with a surprise. 

Yn's desperation began to set in when she was in the car, going to pick up Lara. Her phone rang with a call from Dani, who was talking too fast for Yn to understand. 

"Dani, Dani! I'm seriously not understanding anything you're talking about." 

Yn heard doors closing on the other end of the line, and imagined that Daniela was going to a more private place. 

"Yn, the cake is not here!" 

Yn felt her heart stop. 

"WHAT? What do you mean the cake is not here?" 

"Exactly what I meant you idiot, the cake is not here. You said it would come this morning." 

Yn ran her hand over her face, frustrated and thinking about what she was going to do, there were less than ten minutes left for her to arrive to pick up Lara. A thousand thoughts in her mind and none seemed enough to solve this situation. 

That's when Yn pulled the steering wheel to the right and entered a completely different street. 

"Okay, pay attention Dani. I'm going to get the cake, and you're going to have to be as fast as you can to get it out of my car without Lara noticing. Is that okay?" 

"It's okay, I'll talk to the girls. Be quick, Lara is going crazy here." 

So as soon as Dani hung up the phone, Yn did everything she could as quickly as possible. Luckily for her, the cake was ready and the attendant apologized a thousand times for her order not being delivered as it should. 

When she stopped at the Kats' house, her stomach dropped. The nervousness not only for everything to work out with the surprise party, but the emotion and butterflies in the stomach of seeing Lara. 

When Yn got out of the car, Lara was already coming towards her. Her blue dress highlighted her curves and the contrast with her jewelry made her look like the most beautiful woman in the world, which she was in Yn's eyes. 

"My God, you are the most beautiful woman in this whole world." 

Yn said as she caught Lara in a hug, twirling the girl in the air as the birthday girl laughed. 

"You're the best girlfriend in the world." Lara said while laughing at the surprised expression on her girlfriend's face. 

"Well, I have to have done something very good to deserve you." Yn said as she approached Lara to give the girl a kiss. 

"Hey, not in front of my child!" sophia said as she covered Yoonchae's eyes. Lara and Yn with a smile on their faces. Sophia giving Yn a look that made her look back.

Looking now at a Daniela and Megan trying to carry a large box of cake while Manon tried to close the door of her car silently. These girls were supposed to win a prize, Yn had never seen them being so sneaky in her entire life. 

"Well, can we go now?" Lara says as she tries to turn towards her girlfriend's car. 

"NO!" Yn and Sophia screamed at the same time, causing Lara to stop and give them both strange looks. 

"I mean, I have to tell Yn not to come back late." Sophia says, Yoonchae holding her laugh by her side. 

"It's okay Sophia, I'll bring her home early." Yn says strangely, trying to get into Sophia's story to buy time. 

"You guys are very strange." Lara says as she takes Yn's hand and drags her towards the car, which was now free, Daniela, Manon, and Megan hiding somewhere.

In the restaurant everything seemed to go the way Yn had planned. When Yn and Lara were together, nothing could be bad. 

"I really want to spend the rest of my life with you," Yn says, taking Lara's hand. 

Lara smiled, she seemed to be delighted with everything. The restaurant looked perfect, with a view of the sea and wonderful food. She couldn't take her eyes off her girlfriend and they never ran out of topics, talking all night about silly things to deep conversations about the future. 

"I love you so much. This is all just incredible. Thank you for doing this for me.” Lara says, her thumb drawing circles on Yn's hand. 

"I just want to make you feel like the queen you are." Yn says kissing Lara's hand. 

The two stood there, admiring each other's every detail. The love in their eyes spoke more than any words. 

In the car, everything seemed calm, familiar, almost as if everything was domestic. Yn driving with one hand on Lara's thigh, the girl in the passenger seat with her arm outstretched caressing Yn's hair. They were always connected, physically and emotionally. 

Parking at the Kats' house, Yn turned off the car and unbuckled her belt. 

"Are you going to stay for the night?" Lara, asked with enthusiasm, her eyes shining with her girlfriend's actions. 

"Well, I was going to ask to go to the bathroom, but if you want I'll stay." Yn says with a smile, she would do anything Lara asks. 

"Great, so you're staying." Lara said with a smile, leaning in to steal a kiss from her girlfriend. 

when they arrived at the door Yn's heart raced, this was the moment, Yn wanted everything to be perfect. So when Lara opened the door it was as if everything had stopped. 

"SURPRISE!" 

Everyone screamed, everything was beautifully decorated, the Kats were as excited as Lara's family and Yn's heart calmed down to know that everything had worked out. 

Lara looked at everyone with teary eyes, running to hug Rhea and her parents, thanking not only them but the Kats. She didn't know that her night could get any better, and when Megan told her that it had all been her girlfriend's idea, Lara wanted to cry in love. 

pulling Yn to a corner Lara hugged her without saying anything. 

"I love you so much, I've never loved anyone like I love you." Lara says looking into Yn's eyes. 

"You deserve the world, Lara Raj." Yn says, hand on either side of the red-haired girl's face. "I'll give you everything." 

Lara closed the distance between them, the salty taste of Lara's tears of happiness did not hinder the couple from transmitting the love they felt for each other. The two girls thirsty for each other, yearning more by the second. 

"I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you." Lara says. 

"I'll love any day by your side, especially nights like this."

[aieviana]

fake mmff's or guess who's back

nachdem es in der letzten zeit wieder ein wenig ruhiger um die fake mmff’s geworden ist und ich erfolgreich zwei wip wednesdays verpasst habe – irgendwann hole ich noch auf – wollte ich mir mal die zeit nehmen und euch von allen projekten erzählen, die mir hin und wieder, mal mehr, mal weniger, im kopf herumspuken.

der hauptgrund, weshalb keine der storys bisher zum leben erwacht ist, ist, dass ich eine person bin, die kurzzeitig einen starken hyperfokus entwickelt und dann aber, wenn ich niemanden habe, mit dem ich über die story reden kann, auch schnell wieder demotiviert oder gelangweilt bin.

sollte sich also jemand von den ideen angesprochen fühlen und eventuell gemeinsam mit mir daran arbeiten wollen, hit me up!

abgesehen davon interessiert mich auch brennend, ob euch eine idee anspricht und wenn ja, welche euch am meisten reizen würde!

have fun ✨

beneath the surface

[prosa | crime]

etroit city. 2003 | 2021

2003 landete der sender nbc tv network mit der kinderserie ‚beneath the surface‘ einen bis dato unerreichbaren erfolg. breits die pilotfolge, die den beginn der abenteuer der sechs jungen detektive in pinehill city beleuchtete, brach rekorde.

die sechs freunde wurden zu helden der frühen zweitausender jahre. jedes kind wollte teil der gruppe sein und selbst zu halloween zeigte sich der einfluss, den die charaktere auf die amerikanische jugend hatten, deutlich.

auf die erste staffel folgte eine zweite und schließlich eine dritte. 61 episoden voller spannung. doch gerade, als die zuschauer dachten, nun das große ganze begreifen zu können, wurde beneath the surface  abgesetzt.

ein tödlicher unfall am set hatte nicht nur das team rund um die kinderschauspieler erschüttert, sondern auch familien in ganz amerika. Die produktion wurde fallengelassen und ebenso wie die crew, gingen auch die sechs fernseh-freunde ihrer wege. bis jetzt.

fünfzehn jahre nach dem ende der dreharbeiten und dem tragischen unfall, hat eine der größten streamingplattformen der modernen zeit nicht nur die rechte an beneath the surface erworben, sondern auch den plan, eine dokumentation über die damaligen dreharbeiten und die ehemaligen kinderschauspieler*innen zu drehen.

was wurde aus ihnen? gefeierte stars, gescheiterte existenzen oder vielleicht sogar die grundschullehrer von nebenan?

ihre wege haben sie um die ganze welt geführt, doch jetzt, 2021, treffen sie sich wieder dort, wo alles begann. und während die dokumentation vorgibt, sich lediglich mit dem damals gezeigten beschäftigen zu wollen, wird doch schnell klar, dass den regisseuren noch ein anderes ziel vor augen schwebt: die story dieses mal wirklich zu einem ende zu bringen.

in beneath the surface geht es um charakterentwicklung. um freundschaft und feindschaft, um das erwachsenwerden, aber auch um spannung, kriminalfälle und eine priese gefahr, vor der sich die ehemaligen kinderschauspieler längst nicht mehr verstecken können.

bao chen | website aesthetic

I am f***ed

[prosa | adventure]

new york. 2020.

In dieser story begleiten wir reese, ihren bruder hunter, der so gar nichts in dieser story zu suchen hat, und eine bunte truppe durch ein abenteuer, auf das keiner von ihnen vorbereitet war. abgesehen von hunter, der nicht mal das mit dem rest gemein hat, gibt es zumindest ein sache, die die ungleichen gestalten vereint: sie alle haben einen unsichtbaren (kindheits-)freund. naja, genau genommen ist es nicht irgendein kindheitsfreund. Es sind antike helden, ferne götter und gefeierte krieger.

jetzt, wo die welt durch eine uralte macht bedroht wird und die götter und helden nach jahrtausenden, in denen sie immer mehr ihrer macht verloren haben, nicht mehr im stande dazu sind, selbst einzuschreiten, bleibt ihnen nichts anderes übrig, als die einzigen personen in den ring zu schicken, zu denen sie noch irgendeine art von verbindung aufbauen können. die kinder, denen sie früher durch harte zeiten und düstere tage geholfen haben.

in ‚i am fucked‘ geht es um freundschaft. um den verlust der kindheit, die suche nach sich selbst und der eigenen bestimmung. der frage danach, wie viel kind noch in einem steckt und wie viel bereits verloren ist. es geht um found family, (un)typical villains und zu ganz viel drama.

reese beeston | website aesthetic

the grimm project: once upon a time

[prosa | fantasy adventure]

new york. 2023.

es war einmal in einer stadt, die niemals schlief, eine magische metropole namens new york. inmitten von glänzenden türmen, die wie silberne riesen bis zum himmel ragten, lebten menschen aus aller herren ländern, jeder mit seiner eigenen geschichte und seinem eigenen traum.

new york war ein ort der wunder und geheimnisse, wo jeder winkel eine neue überraschung bereithielt und jede straße von abenteuern flüsterte. es war eine stadt, in der träume lebendig wurden und die magie des lebens überall spürbar war. und so lebte die stadt, tag und nacht, in einem unendlichen tanz der vielfalt und des staunens, jenseits der grenzen von raum und zeit.

doch im jahr 2023 war von dieser magie kaum noch etwas zu spüren. der zauber, der die stadt einst so lebendig machte, schien wie ein scheuer traum zu verblassen.

die glänzenden türme waren jetzt von einem schleier aus staub und dreck umhüllt. die vögel, die einst mit funkelnden federn sangen, waren verstummt, und die geheimnisvollen wege führten ins nichts.

die märchen der alten zeit scheinen vergessen.

doch unter den menschen, die diese welt bewohnen, gibt es noch immer einzelne exemplare, die das erbe der verlorenen welt in sich tragen. der böse wolf weilt auch heute noch unter uns, ebenso wie rotkäppchen, cinderella und frau holle.

gefangen in einer welt, in der sie nicht mehr oder weniger besonders sind, als alle anderen, die sie bevölkern, glauben vor allem die weniger bekannten märchenfiguren längst nicht mehr daran, dass ihr erbe ihnen jemals einen dienst erfüllen wird. sie haben sich an das normale leben gewöhnt. gehen normalen berufen nach und haben akzeptiert, dass sie weder held, noch bösewicht sein müssen, um einen sinn im leben zu finden.

alles könnte so friedlich sein. wären da nicht ein viel zu alter magier, ein gefesselter grimmscher rat und das herz der welt, dass kur davor ist, seinen letzten schlag zu tun. stirbt das herz der welt, so stirbt auch die magie, die sie zusammenhält. und so bleibt den unfreiwilligen protagonisten dieser geschichte nichts anderes übrig, als das schicksal ihres planeten in die eigene hand zu nehmen.

in grimms project geht es um eine moderne interpretation der grimmschen märchen. um abenteuer und den altbekannten kampf zwischen gut und böse. es geht um freundschaft, found family und eine kleine prise magie. um den wert der familie, das eigene erbe und um dessen fluch und segen

raya carmine orlando | website aesthetic

pretty girl

[prosa, ggf. one piece au cause i need characters bad | drama | working title]

detroit. 2012.

Während der amerikanische traum vielerorts noch immer erreichbar scheint, haben die einwohner von detroit längst aufgeben, an irgendetwas zu glauben. fernab der florierenden städte wie los angeles und new york, kämpfen die einwohner der arbeiterstadt tagtäglich ums überleben.

die arbeitslosigkeit in detroit ist nach dem börsencrash 2008 noch immer so hoch wie nie, doch die mittel, die wirtschaft wieder aufzubauen, fehlen.

detroit hat sich zu einer hochburg der kriminalität entwickelt. wer an diesem ort geboren wird, schafft es niemals hinter die maschendrahtzäune, ohne bei dem versuch alles zu verlieren. drogen sind das beliebteste zahlungsmittel, gangs regieren die stadt. mittendrin eine handvoll junger erwachsener, die aus ganz unterschiedlichen gründen keinen anderen ausweg mehr sehen, als detroit mit wehenden fahnen zu verlassen.

doch aus einer gang auzusteigen und ein kriminelles leben hinter sich zu lassen, ist unfassbar schwer. ganz gleich, wie klein die rolle ist, die man in dieser stadt spielt. wer sich gegen das gesetz der straße auflehnt, wird es zu spüren bekommen.

doch bree muss es trotzdem versuchen. für sich und für ihren jüngeren bruder sal, der in den letzten wochen etwas zu viel sympathie gegenüber den gangs zu empfinden scheint. da ihr jedoch bewusst ist, dass sie es niemals alleine schaffen wird, bleibt ihr nichts anderes übrig, als eine eigene crew zu formen und mit ihrer hilfe dem wahnsinn detroits zu entfliehen.

in ‚pretty girl‘ geht es um aussteiger. gescheiterte existenzen, ehemalige gefängnisinsassen und muttersöhnchen. es geht um menschen, die in detroit nichts finden werden, außer verzweiflung. den sicheren tod.

es geht um gangs, gewalt und angst. aber auch um hoffnung, found family und eine große portion mut.

jupiter | website aesthetic

the moth tale

[one piece au | love]

stark inspiriert durch die autorin curvy siren, deren story beatch festival ich bis heute hinterher trauere, darf auch the moth tale nicht auf dieser liste fehlen.

sollte euch der plot bekannt vorkommen, dann, da er sich sehr an dem von der damaligen story orientiert. leider hat die autorin damals aufgrund einiger unschöner vorfälle ihren account gelöscht, weshalb ich niemals um erlaubnis bitten konnte, mich ebenfalls mit dem konzept auseinanderzusetzen.

sollte eine von euch sie kennen, fragt gerne in meinem namen nach. ich bin jederzeit bereit, das projekt wieder vollkommen einzustampfen!

mary bay. 2015.

die sonne brennt auf die feiernden hinab. musik dröhnt aus riesigen boxen hinein in die menge. diejenigen, die es geschafft haben, sich noch ein schlauchboot zu krallen, genießen die angenehme temperatur des karibischen meeres.

es ist der perfekte ort. die perfekte zeit.

das festival the moth tale ist das berühmteste seiner zeit. keiner der acts wird den zahlreichen gästen vorab mitgeteilt. und doch sind die tickets jedes jahr innerhalb weniger tage restlos ausverkauft.

ebenso wie die feiernden, genießen auch die künstler*innen ihre zeit auf mary bay. keiner von ihnen wird jemals wieder etwas derartiges erleben. auf diese art leben.

die freiheit und euphorie, die sie umgibt, ist nicht nur die perfekte quelle für inspiration und den besten auftritt aller zeiten, sondern auch dafür, die luft um sie herum knistern zu lassen. und wer weiß, vielleicht findet der ein oder andere ja seinen ganz persönlichen schatz von mary bay.

in the moth tale geht es um freiheit. es geht um die jugend, um liebe und um den moment. nichts hält ewig, doch in diesem moment haben sie das gefühl, für immer zu sein.

the moth tale acts | website

the assembly

[harry potter | drama]

london. 2000.

in dieser nie wirklich zuende gedachten idee geht es um die w.a.d.a., die wizard academy of dramatic arts. nach jahren des zauberkriegs ist es nun endlich wieder an einer abschlussklasse, ein debütstück aufzuführen und sich damit selbst in die große, weite welt zu entlassen.

um ihre schauspielerischen fähigkeiten auf die probe zu stellen, hat sich ihr professor dafür etwas ganz besonderes einfallen lassen: ein improvisations-stück.

die schülerinnen und schüler wissen nicht, was auf sie zukunft. ihren text erfahren sie erst in der sekunde, in der sie die bühne betreten.

was zunächst nach spaß und genau der richtigen prise herausforderung für die junge zauberer klingt, wird schnell bitterer ernst, als ihnen mit jeder weiteren szene bewusst wird, dass ihnen die momente, die sie gerade nachspielen, schmerzlich bekannt vorkommen.

plötzlich finden sie sich in ihre eigene vergangenheit zurückversetzt. konfrontiert mit situationen, in denen sie einmal waren und entscheidungen, die sie getroffen haben.

ein falscher schritt und jeder der zuschauer wird über ihre kriegsverbrechen, ihre feigheit und ihren hochmut bescheid wissen. doch sind sie nun schlauer als damals? besteht überhaupt die möglichkeit, sich anders zu entscheiden? und sind sie bereit, zu erfahren, was passiert wäre, wenn sie es getan hätten?

in the assembly geht es um junge studenten, um die wunden des krieges und die reflektion eigener fehler. es geht um die frage nach richtig und falsch, nach gut und schlecht und danach, welche entscheidung es unmöglich macht, sich selbst im spiegel zu beachten.

es geht um wut, hass und traumata, aber auch um liebe, freundschaft und die verbindung, die zwischen menschen besteht, die ähnliches erleben mussten…

zugegeben ist the assembly wohl wirklich eine fake-mmff, da ich mir nicht zutraue, einen derartigen plot angemessen umzusetzen und unvorhersehbar zu gestalten. sollte also jemand die idee übernehmen wollen: nur zu!

the assembly | five second moodboard due to unfinished website