#senior secret love: bake me love

[foolishlovers]

With 2024 coming to an end, I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to my favourite fics I (re)read this year. I have so so much appreciation for all writers creating beautiful works about our beloved angel and demon pair. Reading these sometimes funny, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes sappy, sometimes deliciously filthy stories has been a constant source of joy. I truly can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to be part of such an incredibly creative and loving fandom. So so much gratitude for all the different versions of them, all the genders, all the tropes, all the canon fics, and all the human AUs. There are so many more amazing fics I read this year and there are so many more to explore in 2025, but the following few have made themselves a home in my heart. I promise they're worth a read! 💜 [I do fic recs all year long, check out this tag for more.]

Date by @ddagent (2.5k, T)

Every year, Aziraphale is spoiled on his birthday. This year, he decides to do the same for Crowley. There's only one problem - he's not actually sure when Crowley's birthday is.

Roller Derby Queen by @summerofspock (2.5k, M)

Crowley skates for Hell on Wheels and she's pretty good at it too. She'd be better if she weren't so distracted by the new skater on the opposing team.

Sweet Nectar of the Eldritch Gods by @brenna (3.2k, G)

Azira writes a letter to the purveyor of her favorite honeys and sweetness ensues. No offence, but who says “by the by,” by the way? It’s adorable? By the by, do you like wine? Crowley

Poor Men by @why-not-go-with-style (3.9k, G)

What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by @mirjam-writes (6.4k, E)

Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him.  Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Show me where the Nightingale sings by @sabotage-on-mercury (6.5k, G)

After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back.

The Art of Human Nature by @ineffable-doll (6.5k, T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

Lit by @fellshish (12k, T)

Crowley takes a university course on literature and surprise! The book they’re discussing is Good Omens. Uh oh.

Paradigm Shift by @hakunahistata (13k, E)

“Apologies, apologies! The time got away from me.” Aziraphale Fell entered the room brightly, a binder in one hand, tea mug in the other. Crowley’s languid sprawl went rigid as the senior accounting analyst who had been the indulgent secret in the back of his mind took the seat opposite him.   Or, Crowley Pines at the Office: An AU.

Feast by @ashfae, mostlyjustgoose (15k, E)

Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once... Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.

Ever-Fixed by @hkblack (19k, E)

Aziraphale Fell had a plan. Go to school, get his degree, and start his life with his beloved at his side as man and wife. Until one day Crowley disappears. Decades later he meets a man, and finds the love of his life again. Anthony J. Crowley, suave, cool, masculine, in control, unflappable, has spent decades building himself up. He refuses to let his confident facade disappear for Aziraphale, who once almost tumbled down the stairs to certain death because his nose was stuck in a book. It’s just sex, and they’ve been dating for months, this time around. There’s no need to get his knickers in a knot. But the past isn’t easy to let go of, even if you’re both avoiding it. A story about love, intimacy, and finding each other again. (Alternatively: Tender smut, but then I wrote love story flashbacks, and now it's just emotional and there's plot in my pornography)

Fireworks by @optimistic-starlight (19k, E)

He had to get himself under control. Aziraphale needed him. That prick boyfriend of his drained so much of Aziraphale's time and energy, dampened so much of the gentle, beaming happiness that Crowley had always adored about him. He needed Crowley there to support him, to do the things a best friend should be there to do. And, well, if Crowley needed him too, if he had to subsume his own pain to focus on making Aziraphale happy, that was something he could bear quietly. He could do it for his angel. Crowley groaned and dropped his head against the tiled wall of the shower. His angel. He had to stop thinking of him like that.

Maybe Next Christmas by @flamingbentleyy (21k, T)

Airports were tricky business, but waiting in airports was as close to hell as one could possibly get. Nobody knew it better than Aziraphale, whose luck had made him end up in one right on Christmas Eve of all days. Although his airport experience turned a little less hellish and a whole lot more entertaining after he ran into an old college friend in that same airport. And then again. And again…

The Small Ad by @theladydrgn, @sylwritesstuff (32k, E)

WORK WANTED: Partner For Hire. Tall, lanky ginger of arguable gender available to be your significant other to keep pesky relatives, nosy coworkers, or well-meaning friends at bay. Able to be as annoying or as polite as you like. Causing a fight over Christmas dinner with your odd, bigoted uncle/aunt/cousin will require an extra £200 up front. £50 for the first hour, negotiable otherwise. Ciao.   It isn't the sort of advertisement Aziraphale usually paid any attention to, but desperate times do indeed call for desperate measures.

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by @waitingtobebroken (33k, T)

There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

Petrichor & Parchment by @katnoggin (33k, E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face? Now also available as a podfic from Literarion  [Huuuge recommendation for the podfic!!]

The Heart of the Forest by Kalimyre (33k, E)

Retired librarian Aziraphale moves into a small, isolated cottage deep in the forest with a strange history. He soon realises he's not alone in the woods; a presence watches him. But as he begins to befriend the stranger that lurks in the trees, Aziraphale comes to understand there's more to him than appearances suggest - and Aziraphale's own destiny may be tied to the mysterious creature with the golden eyes.

in your own time by @ineffabildaddy (33k, E)

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church. After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (45k, T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Loving You Slow by @tawnyontumblr (46k, E)

Crowley just wants to dance, but he's not prepared to sell his soul (and other things) at Mayfair's Hellfire Club to do it. Tending bar at The Bookshop in Soho is just the escape he needs, providing Crowley can convince the club’s owner he really belongs on the stage. Unfortunately Aziraphale Eastgate is not quite the generous guardian angel Crowley has been led to believe. Welcome to The Bookshop, where it always pays to look under the covers.

A Billion Points of Light by akitsuko (50k, E)

The firefighter lifts the visor on their helmet, and Crowley may not be able to see very well, but those are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen in his life. Crowley has never been one for the whole 'love at first sight' business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.

More Than by @naromoreau (55k, E)

Crowley would like to spend another year without marrying, especially when thrust-forced to pick a husband. She refuses to cave in on a matter of principles. She refuses to cave in specifically on a matter of not wanting to be married to Lucien Morningstar. But she might need a hand to break free from such a burden. And who knows? She might even find something else along the way.

Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by @snek-of-eden (66k, E)

The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” __________ When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love.

Old Vines by @sevdrag (189k, E)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds. [Big recommendation for the podfic here too!!]

[corpsebasil]

The Summer I Loved You -> E.L. 🐚🍸🪝

Summary: you’re spending time with your friends for the end of the summer before senior year, and your childhood best friend is catching your eye more than you’d like him to

Part 1!

The sun was burning hot as you walked across the beach, the sand baking the soles of your feet and crackling with tiny shells. Tara, rambling about her latest date with a guy named Mark, passed you the Yeti cup filled with rosé so you could take a lofty sip.

A wine walk, she called it. Which is the only feasible excuse you could think of as to why the both of you were guzzling down a jumbo bottle of wine at noon, the hot Sun making you feel slightly nauseated. Or maybe, to your chagrin, the reason your stomach was turning was because of the two boys you saw up ahead.

Chads Meeks-Martin, your college roommate of three years, and your childhood best friend, Ethan Landry. Chad had a cute girl with platinum streaks in her hair tossed over his shoulder, spinning her around as she screamed with laughter. Her girlfriend, and Chad’s sister, watched in amusement. As Tara and you approached Ethan turned first, his brown curls made wilder by the salt-infused air, his toned arms tanned and bigger than they’d been when you’d seen him two months before.

The five of you would be spending two weeks in Charleston, staying at Anika’s family beach house for a last minute summer vacation before senior year of college. You’d been excited; you hadn’t seen any of them besides Tara, Chad, and Mindy since the end of the semester and, even if you shouldn’t, even if it was ridiculous, you’d missed Ethan more than anyone.

“Y/N,” he greeted, jogging over with a smile you’d known since you were kids. He nodded to Tara, sparing her a quick ‘hey’ before he tugged you into a hug, arms lifting you an inch off the sandy ground. Despite yourself you hugged him tight around the neck, your stomach twisting further at the scent of his cologne mixed with the coconut scent of Mindy’s sunscreen. “when did you guys get here? I thought you’d be here like an hour ago.”

“Tara wanted wine first.” You said, smiling sheepishly as he set you down, eyebrows raised.

You passed him the Yeti as Tara darted off to greet the other three of your friends, and he took a sip. Then he let out a long-suffering sigh, tossing those puppy-eyes of his onto your face.

“I missed you.” He said, passing the cup back as he slung an arm around your shoulders. “Mom’s been on my ass about Senior year. Internships and jobs and all that.” His expression pinched, a hint of stress tugging the corners of his mouth down. “Can you tell her to go easy on me? You’re her favorite.”

“You’re her son.”

“A biological technicality, Y/N.” His hand looped further around your shoulders to hook onto the necklace you wore, a thin chain with a small golden heart. His expression relaxed as he touched a finger to the charm. “I’m surprised you kept this.”

Your face tinged with a hint of pink and you ducked out of his grip.

“Why?” You asked, adjusting the necklace. “It was a gift.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Y/N!” Chad yelled, dashing over to scoop you up the same way he had Anika, yanking you away from Ethan and the topic of the necklace he’d purchased you. “My girl!”

You protested in vain, unable to stop a laugh from leaving you. Chad was one of your closest friends—had been since you’d been stuck together freshmen year—and it was no secret that he’d hit on you once or twice. You’d even matched at a Halloween party sophomore year, he as a shirtless (and stupidly hot) cowboy, you as a sheriff.

The two of you had inside jokes, fought over who did what chores, cooked meals together, and occasionally yelled at each other when he stayed for way too long in the bathroom or you took an everything shower.

But Ethan..

Ethan was your friend since childhood.

Ethan was the one who you called when you were upset, or tired, or bored.

Ethan had been drunk when he’d shown up to you and Chad’s shared apartment months ago, your roommate somewhere else for the night. Ethan had pounded on the door for five minutes straight while you were in the shower, his eyes red when you finally opened up the door. He was tired, he said, he couldn’t sleep, midterms were coming up and he needed you, needed to sleep on your bed. So you’d let him inside, let him collapse under your sheets, let him steal back the oversized shirt he’d left—just in case—inside your bottom drawer.

And when he’d given you the necklace he’d kept shoved in his pocket, moments before passing out, saying he’d bought it for your birthday months before but had been too chicken-shit to hand it over, you’d felt a pull to him that you’d been suppressing since you’d been a kid.

Now though, as you glanced up, eyes locking with Ethan’s, you felt a twinge in your gut as his smile faltered, his focus moving from you to Chad. You smacked your roommate’s back lightly so he’d let you down, your feet crashing back onto hot sand as you righted yourself.

“We’re barbecuing later, and then there’s a party on the beach, and then..” Chad talked as you walked, leading you towards Tara and the others, Ethan trailing behind a step.

When you glanced back he was looking at some point in the distance, seemingly deep in thought. So you hung back, shooing Chad onwards as you fell into step with Ethan, his tiny glance at you making your skin hum. He didn’t even have to say anything—his look towards Chad had ‘your roommate is obnoxious’ written all over it, and you suppressed a laugh.

“Be nice.” You whispered. It was no secret that Ethan’d never been a huge fan of Chad, though you weren’t sure why.

“I am nice. I’m so nice.”

“Surrrre.” You grinned and he bumped a shoulder against yours, tan skin brushing the untouched version of yours that would soon be just as dark. “We’ll have You and Me time, later. Don’t worry.” You said, referring to what he’d started coining as the moments the both of you would sneak off whenever his social battery inevitably drained.

“I need it.” He sighed, his head tilting, a small smile playing on his mouth, and damn you if the sight of his eyes on yours wasn’t the most gorgeous thing you’d seen all summer. But he was Ethan. And that wasn’t something you should be thinking about.

So when his fingers laced through yours, tugging you a bit quicker towards the others, snippets of their conversation coming into focus, you reminded yourself that it meant nothing.

Even if he meant everything.

-

IM MAKING THIS A MINI SERIES

[legoflowrs]

HEADCANNONS

c/w: drinking, drugs, addiction, abuse, slight nsfw

AGED UP TO 18 MY PEOPLE!!!!

A/N: ok so in the headcannons he’s with Stan cause Style is very dear to my heart but in the relationship headcannons he’s with reader xx

Kyle Broflovski

- Massive fucking NERD!! (pls i love nerds).

- Got straight A’s throughout high school.

- Was on the honour roll and was on student council.

- Firm believer in basketball Kyle supremacy.

- Came out as Demisexual and Bisexual (male leaning).

- Stopped being super strict on Kosher throughout high school but kept that a secret from Sheila.

- Never stopped being insecure about his nose. Literally at one point started saving for a nose job till Stan talked him out of it.

- Drinks almond milk.

- Thinks thrifting is gross cause he’s a germaphobe. Washes his hands like 50 times a day.

- When I hear the song Basic Instinct it reminds me of Kyle.

- The Smiths > The Cure.

- Style: Stan fell first, Kyle fell harder (bro i love these dweebs lol).

- Was legit so in denial about being in love with Stan for the longest time.

- His Dad pushed him to study law but he ended up studying psychology to become a child psychologist because he saw the effects of unchecked mental health in children while he grew up.

- Got really drunk once and Kenny pierced his septum. He has it flipped up most of the time.

- Hates glasses so wears contacts.

- Such a fkn mummas boy lol it honestly was a problem at one point.

- Didn’t do his own laundry till he moved out. Did not know how to put sheets on a bed 👍

- Such a good relationship with Ike, he would die for his little brother.

- Did someone say abandonment issues!!!! Could not keep a partner to save his life during high school.

- Smoked weed with Kenny twice and then freaked out after he greened out.

- Got addicted to nicotine during college and used it as an outlet because he put so much pressure on himself to be perfect. Spoke to his doctor and he’s trying to quit.

- Defs listens to Phoebe Bridgers because he has a strange relationship with his dad.

- His dad pushed him to be perfect all the time until Kyle had a massive breakdown in junior year that burnt him out for a long time.

- A family man!!! Wants kids pretty early on into his life.

- A god at poker.

- Hates taking photos of himself.

- Still pretty insecure about his hair but Kenny and Stan helped himself to accept it and even start taking good care of it.

- Really struggled with anger issues.

- Stopped speaking to Cartman completely.

- Forest green is his favourite colour.

- Writes poems and makes people cry with how nice his birthday card messages are.

- First out his friends to get a license. His parents paid for his car.

- Such a damn backseat driver.

- Didn’t really work until he moved out.

- I think he’d help Heidi out at the community gardens.

- After Heidi finally ended things with Cartman, her and Kyle became really close friends.

- Had a friendly academic rivalry with Wendy through high school.

- Him and Wendy study together in college often.

- Has a record player.

- Grew closer to Craig’s gang in senior year of high school. Goes record shopping with Tolkien.

- Very accident prone.

- Has diabetes.

- Loves picnics and simple activities like stargazing.

- Smells like pine needles and the ocean.

- Actually a fantastic swimmer.

- Did drama in sophomore year.

- A massive library in his house. Had to instil a book ban on himself because he was spending all his money on it.

- Really nice eyelashes.

- Comes home to celebrate Hanukkah with his family every year.

- Did long distance with Stan during college. They almost broke up a few times but pulled through.

- Enjoys taking pictures of nature.

- Takes Ike to the movies very often.

- Has the nicest knitted sweaters.

- His guilty pleasure is Taylor Swift.

- HE IS SO MIRRORBALL CODED.

- When he’s in a good mood he loves baking and often bakes for his friends.

- Kenny, Kyle and Stan do day trips together super often. In my world these three never grew apart they are inseparable 🤞🤞

Kyle in a relationship

- An absolute gentleman. Refuses to let you get out of his car without him opening the door for you. Holds doors and pulls out seats. Always gives you his jacket.

- Was very insecure about his sexual inexperience. But y’all guided each other through it. I think there’s something so sweet and special about that.

- Touch tank by quinnie is all I have to say 😼.

- Loves kissing your neck and ears. He kisses your knuckles as well it’s very tender.

- Combusts when he sees you getting along with his family. Especially his Mum and Ike.

- Let’s you touch his hair, it relaxes him a lot.

- Opens up to you about his struggle with his Dad and nicotine. You are his biggest supporter through it all.

- Even though he hates photos, he’ll have a polaroid of y’all in his phone and wallet. Plus a photo booth strip in his car.

- Y’all will bake at midnight together.

- You go on fancy dinner dates together and rate the restaurants in the car together.

- Avid Letterboxed users lol! Give each other show and movie recommendations all the time.

- Kyle always had trouble sleeping but there was something very comforting about your presence so he’ll spend a lot of time at your dorm.

- Writes poems for you.

- Brings you flowers every time the old bouquet dies (ugh what a man).

- BUYS YOU LEGO FLOWERS!!!

- His love languages are gift giving and quality time.

- Keeps a list of all the dates you’ve been on.

- Will take such good photos of you fr! Your biggest hype man.

- I think his short temper would be a problem for you guys but he loves you so much he works on it so hard.

- Your praise means the absolute world to him.

- You guys always go to carnival together and share a caramel apple, it’s like tradition now.

- Couples costume for halloween always.

- Asks for your Dads/Mums/Guardians blessing before he proposes to you.

- Loves the smell of your perfume/cologne. Like it’s seriously intoxicating.

- Proposes to you with his Grandmas ring.

a/n: guys i love kyle so much i’m gonna make his mood board now <3

also if any of these are ooc in ur opinion it’s just for funsies and my opinion hehe

[buddhamethods]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

AKA I'm just a person with two keen eyes and dubious morals when it comes to enjoying media so don't take it seriously, I'm here for a good time.

Thank you @sndrys for tagging me! This was an eye opening experience putting this together. As it turns out I might have a type (ew).

1) Guy from Bake Me Please (2023)

The sole reason for me creating this list! Look, I dropped Bake Me Please almost immediately because it just wasn't for me BUT I've been lowkey watching through my dash. And let me tell you, my fingers gain consciousness and hit reblog everytime this baby's face pops up because...well...LOOK AT HIM. He is beautiful and he should get the guy (hehe get it) in the end idc.

2) Yok from Not Me (2021)

Yok is such a beloved character and for good reason! He is sexy, he is gay, he sets buildings on fire and steals cops' wallets on accident because HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT GUY HE WAS STALKING WAS A COP??? I love you Yok, never change.

3) Palm from Never Let Me Go/ OurSkyy2 (2022-23)

The anger I felt for all the injustice and mistreatment our beautiful Palm had to face in this show took literal years off my life. It's rare for me to get this passionately protective over a character and yet here we are, in the Palm Protection Squad headquarters. Even Nueng is on the watchlist!

4) Tonhon from Tonhon Chonlatee (2020)

Not to out myself as an enjoyer of silly goofy times , but I did have fun watching Fish Upon The Sky and Secret Crush On You, so OFCOURSE I thought I would like this one too but GOD was it rough. Did I still finish it? Yes. Did I fawn over PoddKhao pairing and have been quietly praying for some kind of reunion ever since? Also yes. Was I foaming at the mouth barking everytime Tonhon AKA Podd was on my screen? I'm not gonna comment without lawyer present.

5) Tew from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)

Speaking of Tonhon Chonlatee...AH! Ai Long Nhai (TC's spiritual prequel of sorts) was sure...something. And by something I mean I saw Meen and decided I will never speak ill of men ever again, feminism quite literally left my body. And then a year later My Dear Gangster Oppa came out and guess what??! MEEN IS THE GANGSTER OPPA! Dreams really do come true, kids.

6) Wen from Moonlight Chicken (2023)

(or Tian from ATOATS or Mueang Nan fron FUTS). Mix...I will eat you. Always so dewy and healthy and sparkly-eyed. But Wen from Moonlight Chicken is something out of the realm of my imagination. The sex appeal? The maturity?? The gentleness??!! Somebody sedate me before I say something I will not be able to justify in court.

7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)

He is a pretty bisexual who makes the most abhorrent stupid decisions known to men and then weeps and suffers for them WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED? Once again, is the show flawless or even remotely coherent? Absolutely not. That being said Vee brought me so much joy by being stupid I'm forever grateful.

(also YinWar are so back GO WATCH JACK AND JOKER TRAILER)

8) Prapai from Love In The Air (2022)

To a certain extent I've enjoyed every MAME show I've watched. To do that you need to possess the rare ability called "I abandoned every shred of moral integrity to gawk at hot men". And Prapai? MAN is this bitch hot. Tall dark handsome? Check! Bisexual on a bike? Check! Stubborn and annoying? CHECK!

9) Xiang Hao Ting from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

*incoherent wailing and sobbing* IM NOT EXPLAINING SHIT ABOUT HIM LEAVE ME ALONE

10) AlanJeff from Pit Babe (2023)

My newest obsession! I refuse to separate our local senior citizen and his favorite prophetic mechanic. Both of them are hot as shit in their own way. Alan is a sexy dilf with so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders it's a miracle he retained his optimism and youthful awkwardness. And Jeff is a prickly baby-cow-baby-deer eyed baby that is so touch starved it's actually a little funny. SO I GUESS ALANJEFF SANDWICH IT IS.

(don't be shy tag yourselves besties <3)

[tangjiali-purpleyaohua]

Qiu Qingzhi and Li Bing back in the days : You look at me who loves looking at you.

ISTG the way Li Bing looked at Qiu Qingzhi who was looking at him was more like a shy junior who looked at his senior he had a crush on. A part of him secretly hoped that Qiu Qingzhi wouldn't know his feelings towards him, yet another part of him also hoped that his secret crush would share the same feelings as him and then would make the first move on him. He plastered a shy smile as if he tried to pretend that he didn't have any butterflies flying in his stomach.

The drama wasn't about bromance, but really they just skipped the B and jumped into romance. LOL. Qiu Qingzhi x Li Bing boldly crossed the line of mere brothership. There's no way in Hell you would treat your brother as an adult like that. Not a million times.

Note : They didn't cut the scene where Wang Qi jumped on Cui Bei's back, but they cut the cute scene where Qiu Qingzhi called Li Bing to come over and Li Bing ran to him happily. He jumped on Qiu Qingzhi's back. Qiu Qingzhi was more than happy to give him a piggyback ride for free. He carried him like the most precious thing he wished he could have.

Qiu Qingzhi and Li Bing now : I'm just a little too not over you. Just a little! You hear me? But how are you so fine without me? I've been crying for you since the day you went away! Am I that unimportant? Am I so insignificant to you? Fine! I'm going to show to the whole world that I'm also fine without you!

But of course, who could stop our Vice Minister Li from the Court of Judicial Review to act cute towards General Qiu from Jinwu Guard? Li Bing could do whatever he wished since it's Qiu Qingzhi. 撒娇 full mode was activated!

I'd never be a fan of hetero romance drama. I admit that I even always tried to avoid it like a plague because I had a great issue with the FL's half baked 撒娇 (acted like a spoiled child or coquettishly). It never failed to annoy me to the moon and back to the point that killed my mood and gave me a headache. It's the main reason why such a talented actor like Ding Yuxi managed to escape from my radar (my BL-dar, LOL).

White Cat Legend was his first drama that I watched. To be honest, at first, I didn't expect him to be that good, but just a pretty face to help selling the drama. I heard that antis said that his face was just too ordinary. Excuse you, but I had to disagree! I really had no idea which beauty standard that they used to judge Ding Yuxi's exquisite appearance. This guy surely had a pretty face and a pair of equally beautiful expressive doe eyes. His laughs were so addictive. He has fair skin and a pair of cute elf ears that made his face look smaller and innocent.

He's indeed one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen, but his acting skill was on par with his pretty face. He was so detailed in micro expression, voice, quirks, and body language. He used his real voice! I was so glad for that since I could tell his changing mood faster based on his voice. In White Cat Legend, I wonder if he merely relied on what's written on the script or more on his personal interpretation to portray Li Bing. Most of the time when Li Bing gazed at Qiu Qingzhi, it wasn't for a bestie, but a lover. It was understandable if it was a BL or B-romance drama, but it wasn't. I jumped on the QiuBing ship and then sailed, sailed, sailed, to the BL sea.

When they met again after the 3 years of separation & a bitter 'breakup', Li Bing looked at General Qiu with glassy eyes as he was so ready to burst into tears at any moment. His voice tinted with emotional; anger, sorrow, desperation, and unbearable longing. But sometimes his voice became more childish just like when he was younger. He did it only to Qiu Qingzhi, especially when he felt like testing Qiu Qingzhi's patience in every chance that he got. I wonder how Qiu Qingzhi could suppress the urge not to jump on that naughty cat and attack him. By 'attack', I meant wringing Li Bing's delicate neck, not that typical +18 'attack' deflowering him in bed.

Gotta admit that Ding Yuxi's 撒娇 skill is really a top-notch 撒娇! He's not exaggerating. It was just so natural. Damn, he's so cute! When I said cute, it was purely boyish cute. I wouldn't dare to describe him as unmanly. He's a versatile actor that could act as a male character with a feminine traits, just like his role as Dongfang Bubai back then. FYI, Dongfang Bubai was a male character who castrated himself in order to master a martial art in the Sunflower Manual. I didn't watch the drama, but I watched some short videos of his version of Dongfang Bubai. IMHO, he's the best Dongfang Bubai that I've ever seen. They mostly used an actress to play the role of Dongfang Bubai. Ding Yuxi managed to balance masculinity and femininity for Dongfang Bubai. Dear a bunch of half baked 撒娇 skilled actress, you guys better learn that skill from this xiao-Dingding, so your acting can be less annoying.

Ding Yuxi as Dongfang Bubai

Tbh, I wouldn't mind if the MUA (makeup artist) dolled him up like Dongfang Bubai as Li Bing. Li Bing in his big white cat mode got red eyeshadow under his eyes! Why couldn't he get it in his human form? It would be so epic and undoubtedly look so good on him.

Was the GCI version of the big white cat actually modeled after Ding Yuxi? They really looked alike! Da lizi was just like a mirror image of Ding Yuxi. Look at their eyes and lips!

I wonder if he used a certain method as an actor; shaping himself into the character or blend the character into himself. Whichever he used, it was the best way to understand the character, but also a dangerous way since it's possible that he couldn't get rid off the character even after the drama was over. It was so tricky. However, as an adult, I believe that he was over the fragile stage to find his identity. He was already on the safe side.

As for Wei Zheming, his acting really surprised me. The first time I knew him, he acted as Jing Beiyuan or Qi-ye (Lord Seventh) in Word of Honor. In White Cat Legend, he really surpassed my expectations on him. He nailed the role as Qiu Qingzhi; the left General of Imperial Guard, the General from Jinwu Guard. Most of the time he kept his face stoic and expressionless, but if you paid more attention to it, he clearly had a lot of emotions, especially for Li Bing. I was so glad that they didn't dub his original voice. Unlike when Li Bing addressed Qiu Qingzhi by his title so coldly; damn that was so cold, when Qiu Qingzhi addressed Li Bing by his title, it was full of respect. But when he addressed Li Bing by his name, you could notice the fondness in his voice. You could also sense the air of arrogance and authority whenever he used '本将' (this General) to address himself. Somehow he managed to sound so arrogant even when he used '邱莫' (this humble-self Qiu). Dude, you're not humble at all! However on the contrary, you would notice his modesty when he used '我' (I, me). He's a real two-face guy. He was so different in his monstrous mode and his Saint mode.

After learning how selfless and sincere Qiu Qingzhi was, my first reaction was; I insulted him so much behind his back. I shouldn't have done that. Oh, same, Wang Qi, same!

It was so sad that they killed Qiu Qingzhi in the drama. But it couldn't be helped since that character was too good. Qiu Qingzhi >>>>>>>>>>> Chen Shi + Wang Qi + Cui Bei + Sun Bao + Alibaba. Once he was back to Li Bing's side, the Mingjing Hall people were basically useless compared to Qiu Qingzhi. Looking back at Qiu Qingzhi x Li Bing in their past, I thought that he was actually the '妖' (demon) in duo '妖饼' (demon Bing). Oh, come on. Li Bing was a frail Young Master back then due his incurable illness. Basically he was like a beauty lamp that even a faint cold air could extinguish it in seconds. Qiu Qingzhi, on the contrary, was a strong and reliable man with wisdom. We know how capable and effective Qiu Qingzhi was in a battle. Capturing a small fry like thieves or bandits was like just a piece of cake for him. He also could make sure that Li Bing was safe and unharmed when he played detective with him.

Maybe it's because he was a slave (servant), even if Li Bing would never treat him like one, no one really would bother to pay attention on him. He was like the shadow of Li Bing who was born with silver in his mouth and so much privilege as the Young Master of an aristocratic family.

Back to the topic. If Qiu Qingzhi was still alive or managed to escape from death, he would single handedly outshine Mingjing Hall people so easily to the point Li Bing no longer needed anyone, but him. I meant it. Wanna bet? Whenever Li Bing needs someone to pamper him, just go get Qiu Qingzhi. Sorry, Chen Shi. Whenever Li Bing needs someone who's highly intelligent and is a sly fox with so many tricks in his sleeves, just go get Qiu Qingzhi. Sorry, Wang Qi. Whenever Li Bing needs someone who's so dedicated to a case and can memorize the detail of each case by heart, just go get Qiu Qingzhi. Sorry, Cui Bei. Whenever Li Bing needs a protection, just go get Qiu Qingzhi. Heck, Qiu Qingzhi could catch and tame the original Demon Cat; Yi Zhihua by himself. He can be a real monster once he puts his heart in it. Sorry, Sun Bao. Whenever Li Bing needs a translator or someone who has a lot of connection in the city, just go get Qiu Qingzhi. He's the left General of the Imperial Guard, he will be a big help with his influence. Sorry, Alibaba.

In short : It absolutely will be the supremacy of the Qiu Qingzhi era!

See? He was so good that they 'better' killed Qiu Qingzhi.

After Qiu Qingzhi's tragic death, I felt like it's Li Bing who's drapped in moonlight, lonely, and sad since no one can replace Qiu Qingzhi. It's definitely a losing game to compete with a dead man. Therefore, it's only Li Bing who remains in the tragedy. Even though in the end, he has Mingjing Hall people who stay on his side, things will never be the same.

Now what? Even though the drama was over, I couldn't move on! Help! 😭😭😭

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Teen Reader Masterlist

Blue Days

School Stress

Band Leader

Saving you from your Abusive Ex-Family

Father x Daughter Dance

Wanting Relationship Advice

Soldier Reader

Sneaking Out

Blind Reader

Cheating Boyfriend Comfort

Got into a Fight

Y/N being in a Terrible Accident

Rushing out for a Date

Drunk Teen Reader

School Stress: Ghosted

Determined Fighter Reader (with a potty mouth)

Injured but got a Smoothie

Coming Out

Teen Reader with Scholar Phobia

Bi-Bi-Bi

'This is my boyfriend!'

Terminally Ill Reader

Protecting from Ex-Boyfriend

Part Time Job

Delinquent Reader

Gamer Reader

Gacha Reader

Valentine's Day Haul

Bunny Girl Collector

Metal Head

Drugged Reader

Trip to Disney

Water Park Headaches

Safranin Waltz

Bury me in Satin

Paparazzi

New Dad, Who This?

Lead Singer Reader

Senior Quote

Street Racing Reader

Dead by Daylight

Red Day Panic

I've Got a New Dad Now

Broken Arm

Homework Sleepy Time

Daddy's Darling Daughter

A Father's Comfort

Gentle Eyes

Valentine's Daddy Daughter Date

The Talk

Missing Teen

Teenage Affections

Emo Phase

Graduation Speech

1st Crush

Stuffed Animal User

Needing a Gentle Touch

Adoption Hesitance

Bully Defense

Teen Thief Reader

Papa Knows Best (Jack x Teen daughter)

Pregnancy Prank

Happy Halloween

Wisdom Teeth

Hurtful Words

Past Pain

First Crush!

Papa’s Little Brawler (Shiva x teen reader)

Breaking Points (level-headed teen reader)

School Dance Trauma

Haunted Houses

Cooking Dreams

Time to be a Kid

Apocalyptic Generation Reader

Hail Satan

Traditional Anger (Hispanic teen reader)

Still Worthy of Praise

Different but Loved

Window Romance

Teen Reader x Toddler RoR Cast

Genius Pianist

K-Pop Fan

Trust Issues

Tension

Monster Reader

Bake Sale!

That's My Big Brother!

Friday the 13th

Lullaby

Sibling Privileges (Jack x younger sibling reader)

The Favorite

Only Soft for You

Feral Teen Fighter

Very Mature Pre-Teen Reader

Naughty Teenager

Shark Week Hoo-ha-ha!

Child of Loki (Percy Jackson Universe)

Scrawny Male Teen Reader

My, How the Tables have Turned

Secret Addictions

True Fighter

Red Flag Rescue

Running Away from Happiness

I’ll Never Give Up!

Pain Unlike Any Other

Hiding a Body for Reals!

Dyslexic Teen Reader

Scared of Needles

Balancing Issues

Getting Caught Cuddling

BF Earning their Trust

Violent Teen Reader

Wounds that will Never Heal

Quiet but Smart Teenager- First Crush

Genderfluid Reader

Death to All Bugs

Knife Challenge

Poly Comfortable

[wizerdbattle]

Give me some directors cut on your laruta keeps the secret fic? 👀 maybe something on your writing process or those headcanons for the au you mentioned before.....:^)))))

YAY thank you for asking! Here's some misc headcanons, mostly about the main three :) Too tired to get into lore right now, but these still probably apply to the Laruta-verse

Mipha read a lot of fantasy growing up (PROJECTION) but Sidon got really into sci-fi and she got into it as a result. I think she would really like The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (and as a sort of introduction to that surreal sort of comedy... I think she would be giggling out loud reading it and as a result develop a slightly indecipherable sense of humour for a 13-year-old (possibly? I haven't been a 13-year-old in ages so I'm a little out of touch lol)) and she would start carrying a towel around in her bag as a nod to that. It would come in useful one time and she would be unbelievably happy about it.

Zelda is the type to cycle through take up a lot of extracurriculars and electives - and then drop them when she can't get anything more out of them. A lot of people think it's because she's indecisive but she just really likes learning and trying new things. This makes her the school admin's worst nightmare!

Zelda and Link have an art class together - Link reads a lot of comics and likes trying to cartoonify things, and Zelda goes as realistic as she possibly can. They're both perfectionists who abuse their eraser privileges. Each of them admire each other's work, though, and they try and make it a priority to work side-by-side on projects.

Dorephan is a language teacher (teaching the Zora language, I don't think it has a name in the games 😬). He speaks some at home with Mipha and Sidon, but Mipha and Sidon aren't exactly fluent becuase they speak more Hylian and regular conversation. They do, however, have enough practice to get a little ahead in classes 😋

Zelda likes paleontology, Link likes history, and Mipha likes biology, so they go on museum trips together (longstanding Link and Mipha tradition but Zelda fits right in). They go completely ham on the interactive expeditions and Mipha gets sucked into the gift shops and ends up with a million socks and t-shirts and pens.

In general I think she's a bit of a hoarder (PROJECTION) and loves collecting little things. Unfortunately they take up a lot of space in her room and she struggles to tidy after a while (... PROJECTION...)

Link only likes sweet things for the sugar hit he gets from them, but he has a select few desserts he actually likes for texture & flavour. He mostly cooks savoury dishes, but sometimes he bakes because he likes sharing the things he makes. Mipha loves desserts but is picky about flavour.

Mipha would get really into metal music as a bid to make herself more mature and then her and Sidon would blast it in the loungeroom and give Dorephan a headache.

Zelda Senior works in a cafe as a baker but has an extensive prior education.

Mipha and Sidon's mother is still dead ;-; sorry.

More specifically, I feel like Zelda's mother's death was more tied to the plot and her identity and the Calamity, but I think Mipha grew around her mother's death from quite an early age, and while it still saddened her, it was already a part of her, which is why I changed one but not the other.

Revali still puts a lot of pressure on himself to be better than everyone else, and in turn ends up putting pressure on Mipha because he's nervous for her. Sorry to lump the bird guys in together but they're very Noelle and Berdly Deltarune to me

Urbosa is one of those teachers that always has a coffee. She get's it from Zelda Senior's cafe.

Zelda and Purah are in a robotics club together. Initially, Zelda joined to get closer with Purah and Impa but it's one of her favourite things now.

I don't have the energy to write out much more -_- but come back for more later if you want lol! I'm having lots of fun with this.

[n1sonicfan]

if sonic and the cast was in high-school headcannons...

Sonic would be the leader of.... the environmental club!!!! I know it seems super dumb and it would actually seem like something Amy or Cream would do but hear me out... There has always been an environmental tone throughout the Sonic franchise, ever spanning back from Sonic 1. I thought it'd be neat that the main character would be in a club that fits the entire theme of his franchise. Also, everyone would so surprised that Sonic is starting a environmental club that they'd be like... "... the SONIC? is owning a eco club??? thats nuts" and it'd be super funny because Sonic would just tell them to plant trees or piss off the corporates around them and cheekily rebelling against them. Sonic would just nap 95% of time he's leading the club tho lolol.

Shadow would be dragged into the environmental club, why? Probably because of a stupid bet and he lost it to Sonic and ever since he's stuck in this stupid place, he's even co-leader!! (Mostly because Sonic wanted to piss Shadow off even more) Shadow would be regretting his decisions 24/7 and literally would want to his shoot himself. although eventually Shadow does gain a respect for Sonic, although how dubious the respect is... quite uncertain.

The only reason why I want Tails to be a bit aged-up is so that Sonic and Tails could be at the same time in high-school so Tails a freshmen and Sonic a senior, and in this au... I imagine that no one really knows what Eggmen does since in this universe Eggman just owns a corporate company and does evil stuff BEHIND the scenes because that's what rich people do and so Tails would admire Eggman meanwhile Sonic has met Eggman a couple of times and Sonic absolutely despises Eggman, I'd imagine that it would only take to the end where Tails wants to punch Eggman to the face

Amy and Cheese own a baking club together!! Where they bake and talk about their feelings together. Sonic sometimes gets fruits and vegetables and gives it to Amy, it'd be the only reason why Sonic starts to make a school garden, it'd be so he can meet up with Amy and give her stuff for her to bake and give him food afterwards....

Knuckles, Rouge, Blaze and Sticks will be in the jewel hunting club!!! I would also headcannon that Tikal is the principal and so gives bias to Knuckles and so they hold an annual trip for the ENTIRE school for this one location to just find... rocks.

I would also imagine Sally, Scourge, Surge, Whisper, Tangle etc being here like the idw and Archie comic characters being here I haven't solved everything out for them quite yet but I'd imagine Scourge and Surge are apart of this "secret club". (They're planning to kill Sonic... yes they're highschoolers but they're still nuts!!!)

Tails ends up joining this secret club (he doesn't know the true extent or reason of why this club exists) due to it being closest to his likes and interests because they task him with fixing an robot!!!!! (This robot later turns out to be Metal Sonic .....)

Sally is Sonic’s ex girlfriend in this but they've become good friends, actually!!!!

Silver is a freshman and becomes besties with Tails, lol there's no exceptions they're becoming good friends ok

Cosmo will be in this and as Tails love interest!!! I wonder if she should die by the end of this.... hmm.... so many decisions

ok that's it!!! thanks for reading if you read this far <3333

[dr-spectre]

I have a friend from Highschool and she's gonna graduate next year, I became great friends with her in my senior year of highschool in late 2022 because she also loves Splatoon as much as I do (It's very hard to find Splatoon fans in West Virginia, me and her are rare), and she's the main reason I have Tumblr. Unfortunately I haven't seen her after I graduated (I haven't seen any of my friends again after my graduation ceremony), she did sign my Grad dog before the last day of school though (She also putted "Stay Fresh!" on it too) I'm thinking of getting some splatoon gifts along with my Tumblr account and Discord account on a piece of paper so I can talk to her again. What kind of Splatoon gifts should I give her?

Oh wow... hmmm... well I got some ideas on some splatoon related gifts.

I think the most obvious gift for a splatoon fan is a plushie, if you can remember her favourite Idol then give her a plushie of that Idol. Or just get any splatoon plushie that you can afford and get on time.

These plushies will probably be the easiest and cheapest to find.

Another gift idea is an amiibo. Or maybe you can get one of those two pack or three pack amiibos for your friend. I'm sure they'll really love and appreciate that gift.

You can also do a hand made gift if you're into arts and crafts. Maybe make a card by printing off some pics of Splatoon characters you both like and sticking them in one of those birthday cards? But if the card has themeing on the front then cover it up with splatoon stuff! If your friend likes Callie for example, then make a Callie card!

If you're into baking then maybe try and make some splatoon themed goods? Like some cookies or muffins and put them in a container and put your tumblr and discord account onto the lid. I'm sure there's ways online to make your own cookie stencils or squid themed ones online. And make sure to decorate it with colours like orange, blue, pink, green, etc. You don't have to make a ton of cookies or muffins tho lmao, just a small bunch would be more than enough.

Also take a look at Play Asia to get some imported goods from Japan! They have splatoon stuff and that's how I got my Shiver plushie. They got stickers, official soundtrack cds, mini secret figures, amiibo diorama kits! All the good stuff other countries don't get!

Anyways, hope that gave you some ideas, good luck! Hope everything goes well for you!!!

[chocotonez]

spider it up (deadpool!chan/spidey!reader)

a/n: saw the prompt and went the complete opposite direction, but thanks to my lovely moot for requesting <3, also sorry I don’t know superheroes very well and I don’t know how to write fantasy aus 💀

warnings/genre: fluff, it’s mainly a platonic relationship, tumblr effed up my formatting :(, gender neutral reader (but pls let me know if anything implies otherwise!), vaguely described fight scene, sandwhich eating

you swung through the city, webs shooting out from their wrist-mounted devices and carrying them through the air. The wind flew past your face, as you laughed in glee. Obviously being a superhero was a big responsibility and took a lot of time, effort, money, yada yada, but nothing will ever come close to the feeling of flying through the skies while looking like some sort of spider.

As you soared through the air, you caught sight of a familiar face, Chan, a vigilante who totally stole your look but he had seniority so whatever. Deadpool was a way lamer name than whatever spider-related nickname the press came up with for you, and that’s not to brag, just a fact. Chan was perched on a nearby rooftop, watching the crowds below. You swung yourself up before elegantly landing on your feet, rising and stretching your arms. His mask was in his hands, as you snorted. You remember very well meeting him for the first time, practically your first day and he saved you. Refusing to calm down, you kept trying to kill him, until he finally removed the mask and revealed himself to be the guy you always see volunteering and running bake sales at your school.

Nonetheless, you liked to consider yourself partners.

"You need to get better at the whole secret identity thing, y’know?" You called out, swinging closer. "What are you doing up here anyways?"

"Taking in the sights," Chan replied, a snarky grin on his face. “Who’s gonna see me from all the way over here anyways?”

“Me, apparently.”

“Well I wanted you to see me,” he grinned charmingly. He really made sure to banter at top levels, trying to get you comfortable in the job, never wanting to see you awkward or struggling--Just what you saw as his natural charm, but he cared for you in a way that surpassed his already charitable heart.

You laughed. "Always so eager to see me, aren't you?"

"You know it," Chan said, pulling his mask back on and walking closer to you. Clearly he came from the laundromat recently, no way was his suit ever this clean unless it was a wash day. You could smell the generic soap brand mixed with his cologne, as he leaned in. "So, what's on the agenda for today? Stopping a bank robbery? Rescuing kittens from trees?"

"Actually," You said, "I was thinking of taking down a gang of smugglers who have been causing trouble downtown. I could use your help. I got the 411 from the police station but don’t know if I can do it myself.”

"Sounds like fun," Chan smiled. "Lead the way."

“Do you…Want to call an Uber?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t like, spider it up.”

“Did you come up with that?” He snickered. “Spider it up?” You rolled your eyes as he nudged you teasingly. “And an uber? How do you think I got here?”

“Train?”

“I can drive, y’know.”

“You can afford parking in this city?” He gestured down. “Meet me in the third floor of the parking garage.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking the elevator.”

------

As the two of you battled your way through the smugglers' little hideout, taking out baddies left and right, You couldn't help but feel grateful for your friend and partner in crime-fighting. The two of you might be an odd pair, a spider-themed hero and a katana wielding dork, but you two worked together like a well-oiled machine. He always seemed to know exactly your next move, make sure to follow up all your attacks, and you knew him.

It was a quick wrap-up, the cops thanked you and you took some PR photos, before the two of you found yourselves sitting on the rooftop you started on. He bought you some sandwiches, as you were typing on his laptop, as he reminded you of your homework you’ve neglected. You took another bite, fingers flying across the keyboard as he giggled watching you. It was endearing, the way the sun hit your face, brows scrunched in frustration.

"Not bad for a day's work, eh?" Chan said, finally breaking the silence filled by keyboard clacking and chewing.

"Not bad at all," You agreed. "Thanks for being there with me, Chan"

“How come you don’t give me any cool nicknames? Like, I have spidey for you, what about me?”

“The news calls you Deadpool, not great material for me to work with.” You put your sandwich to the side, leaning back. “Channie, Chan-pool? Dead-Oh no, bad. Poolie? See, I literally can’t do anything with this!” You laughed, as he joined in your giggling.

“I expected better creativity with someone who designed their own suit!” You rolled your eyes, swinging your legs over the edge. No matter how long you spend swinging across the city, there’s no thrill like being this high up with someone you considered your…Friend? Confidant? You literally had no idea what this was, but you’re glad it was with him. His head was spinning, trying to think of ways to ask you to hang out outside of beating up bank robbers because there wasn’t any way to make that romantic, or at least some sort of friendly atmosphere. Most of the time it resulted in him sharing a vending machine drink with you in a grimy alleyway, and he’d rather be having a picnic in the park with you, although you were blissfully unaware of his sentimental longing, kicking your legs and getting caught in your own thoughts.

“So, you busy saturday?”

“Depends--Are you asking me to go fight some bad guys or do you want to get brunch?”

“Brunch.” You smiled, nodded, knowing very well that it would somehow still end up in you two fighting crime, but honestly, you couldn’t ask for anything more.

“I’ll see you Saturday, Deadpool.”

“And you as well, spidey.” And as he watched you grab your sandwich and swing away, he never met any villain who made his heart beat as fast as you did.

[ellieellieoxenfree]

4, 17, 36

i have been sitting on this one! finally getting around to it.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

yes! across a few different fandoms. the most notable/fleshed out i would say are:

beth (the flash tv): ah, beth. earth-2's harry wells' executive assistant, modeled after every lovely middle-aged administrative employee i have worked with. i loved beth. she, like all real executive or administrative assistants, is the real brains of the operation and the one who keeps the wheels on the bus; she knows all, remembers all, and does not give a hot fuck about senior leadership being petty, bickering, useless assholes because she knows that if she so much as hinted at leaving, the walls would start shaking and the foundation would collapse. she was kind of a mom figure to my homie hartley during his acclimation to earth-2 -- very grounding, sweet, and non-judgmental. she is widowed, but has two adult kids, one of whom she has drafted into white-collar crime via identity fraud (for a good cause). she bakes, she tours vineyards on weekends, and she has an unerring ear for gossip and when to spill which salacious details. (there are certain secrets beth will take to her grave, of course; she knows the value of being discreet and there is no torture on earth that will get her to share certain things.) her favorite revenge when her boss is being a twit is to make him the world's worst coffee and feign complete ignorance about it. this is the only way she will express her displeasure.

oat and non (That Fucking Show): minor family bodyguards assigned to protect MVP; oat specifically is a second-generation bodyguard and his father worked closely with gun. he's the older of the two, more solid and practical, a born leader. non is younger, more religious, and less settled -- he looks up to oat more for guidance. they both have seen Some Shit, and their loyalty is to the REAL minor family and not the usurper korn installed, although they both have enough self-preservation skills to know that maintaining outward loyalties to the institution is going to serve them well in the long run.

(name redacted because he hasn't been officially introduced yet but hopefully soon) (kiseki: dear to me): i have a gestating kiseki wip that i want to use to introduce a major figure from chen yi's past. i can't say a lot about him yet, though some people know a bit more about him, but he's been really fun to play with in terms of how he affected chen yi's life and how his arc continues to have ramifications in the present day. also, he's not a love interest, just to be clear. none of that. i want to formally introduce him soon :(

17. Past or present tense? Why?

i switch depending on my mood and depending on the vibe of the fic. present tense can create more of an immediacy/urgency, whereas past tense is generally easier to wrangle grammatically. it's not always true, but present tense can be more of a smoothly rolling rhythm for me, whereas past tense i think is easier to use for rapid-fire/staccato pacing.

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

ima be real chief like 95% of those puppies are ripped from the split enz lyrics handbook. i cannot claim to be above the time-honored, time-tested tradition of song lyrics as titles. we all did it in the dark ages; we all do it now. i embrace my cringe life.

the one i like the best, despite the fact that i never fucking use its full name when referencing it, is 'by your response to danger it is easy to tell how you have lived and what has been done to you,' from my girl j holz. the full quote:

punches me right in the goddamn throat every time. i fucking love j holz more than anybody on the planet except ars. this is the quote that most sums up how i pick fictional faves.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Oliver McOliverson

I STARTED THIS AN HOUR AGO AND FORGOT TO FINISH IT

anyway

How'd your interview go? You said you'd answer after so I'm going to gamble that it's over

I hope it went well and if it didn't I'm sure they'll take you anyway because you're lovely

For the actual question question I am going to ask you the following:

I would like you to devise the worst possible christmas romcom plot. I find these hilarious

When I say plot, I more mean like a promo thingy

An eye for an eye: Alaska Baked is a wide-eyed country girl, opening a bakery in her small, quiet hometown. However, she has a secret. Four years ago, she fell off a horse despite never being into horse riding and now suffers from long term amnesia!

So when her star of the football team, ex-boyfriend, shows up... Well, she really doesn't know better.

Have a wonderful day x

how did you find my last name???

whoopsie daisy

It went better than I thought it would. The guy (head of the senior school) was really nice, asked me like four questions then talked to my aunt and uncle

they took me :D

no bc that sounds like every single one of them. or one of those shitty booktok books

Jessica is a baker, competing in a small town bake off. Except it’s christmas themed and she hates christmas! She meets Will, another contestant, and Jack, the owner of her air bnb. Who will she choose, and will she get her christmas spirit back????

(she doesn’t like christmas bc her mum is dead and that’s her personality)

see you when you wake up

[mindfulls]

── ( jenna ortega. 23. cis woman. she/her. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ALONDRA CUCO anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of total eclipse of the heart by bonnie tyler last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a SENIOR level studying LAW + MUSICAL THEATRE? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re PARTICULAR, DOMINEERING, and a SCORPIO. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO HOARD XANAX last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, SHARP and CAPABLE, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by cafe marta, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

student file.

full name — alondra catalina cuco. nickname(s) — none she likes; that being said — al, ally, londra, lonnie. place of birth — oaxaca, california. date of birth & age — october 30 + twenty-three. gender / pronouns — cis woman + she/her. sexuality — bisexual. occupation — none currently, student body president for langston astrology — scorpio. dormitory — cerulean / the blue suits in castle fell. interests — musical theater (in an annoying way), black clothing, baking, hot topic legal cases, trash celebrity gossip, fiber arts, vodka, & flower pressing. aversions — bright colors, off-key notes, baby bangs, smoking (though she loves a gummy), synthetic banana flavor, & electric scooters on campus. quirks — an (almost) imperceptible eye twitch that arises when she's stressed, a tendency to be flat on her high e's, nails always (always, unless it's for a show) painted black, doesn't talk for a week before show dates to preserve her voice, a tendency to take things too seriously and hurt her on feelings, starts every morning with meditation and throat coat tea like a psychopath. most played — spellbound by siouxsie and the banshees. notable features — wide, dark eyes that feel like they're sizing you up to assess a threat ( does she think you are one ? ) ; an award winning smile, seen most after a particularly welcome bout of praise ; a near-constant tremor in her hands, . general disposition — tumultuous, in a word. entirely dependent on the event's that transpired that day and whether they benefit her — easily angered and prone to stress, though she excels in pretending to be completely chipper. sunny if you catch her on a day running smoothly, though she doesn't get jokes very much, quick to be on the defense & believe you were saying something to make fun of her. the jury is out on when she will recognize this is largely projecting. dry and passive aggressive ; please do not mind the constant struggle for control when around her, she doesn't think she remembers the last time she relaxed. character study — rachel berry (glee), paris geller (gilmore girls), monica geller (friends), momo yaoyorozu (my hero academia), veronica sawyer (heathers), blair waldorf (gossip girl), elizabeth bennett (pride & prejudice), leia organa (star wars)

public record * tw for parental death during childbirth, generational trauma, & daddy issues </3

"my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter", or however that sad ass quote goes

alondra was born to elena & raul cuco, a crooked politician & billionaire who kept his behind-the-scenes dealings secret from his wife and, after her death during childbirth, only daughter.

growing up as an only child, alondra grew up in the only way she knew how to be (loved, or perhaps searching for what she thought it was); whatever she desired was hers, whatever new hobby she wanted to pursue was hers to master, and when she did, her father would be at the end, waiting for her with praise and a smile.

still, she was lonely — with no mother, no siblings, and a never-present dad, alondra floated through life lonely. nannies raised her when she was home, & she went to private boarding schools in the states for most of her life. she didn't know why her father was gone for so long, just that she missed him.

it all came to a head when alondra turned nineteen and her father was arrested for his crimes ; raul was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole in what was one of the most publicized trials of the century, & alondra felt her world crumble around her. disillusionment shook her and she fled back to the united states, to langston. while her father may have been arrested, his power extended farther than a jail. alondra's tuition is paid for & she's free to explore what she wants, a bid from her father to keep her in his life.

she chooses to ignore his existence now, preferring to make it "her own way" ( while constantly feeling guilty about the fact that she is definitely doing something wrong by still allowing him to use his money to win her love ), putting her effort instead into her studies and passion, which is musical theater.

personal details.

rachel berry if rachel berry listened to evanescence and only dressed in goth academia outfits. in other terms: deeply insecure with a chip on her soldier & something to prove. what, she doesn't know, but when she makes it, when she's the star she's meant to be -- then everyone will see.

truly yearning for love, true affection, & gentle words, both platonic and romantic. absolutely unyielding in her effort to cover this desire with a hard exterior intended to keep everyone out, though it just comes off as being kind of a drama queen.

really annoying teacher's pet & try hard. she's asking "is the homework still due today?" three minutes before class ends. just insufferable.

possesses an insane urge to be the best at everything, will cry if she doesn't get the lead in the program's shows. that being said, she is talented, which is why she runs the theatre program with an iron fist (someone please tell her to calm down).

her dream role, as every theater kid must have, is to play christine daae in broadway's inevitable revival of phantom of the opera. it is imperative you do not ask her about this if you do not have half an hour to spare.

if able to get past the ... well, everything, she's quite gentle. soft-spoken and vulnerable in a way no one sees. like a waterfall after a grueling hike.

desired plots.

rivals — whether that be academic, in the theatre program, in whatever capacity, it would be so fun ! we cld hash out the details but ... please .... it weould be so fun ....... cmon every competitive theater kid has to have it

a friend group — … perhaps … will anyone be willing to deal with her. her love language is acts of service if you wanna endure all the complaining

a ride or die (0/1) — platonic soulmatism. ideally a childhood friend/friend from when she first started attending school, maybe her first friend. lit whatever though ... someone alondra can fully trust and be comfortable talking to.

the usual suspects — enemies (she is so deeply unpleasant), frenemies, crushes (unrequited or not), childhood friends, fwbs, someone who cheats off of her in class, homoerotic toxic friendships, flings, etc etc. let’s make some magic people ‼️‼️

literally anything else -- whatever else !!! lay it on me !! if nothng here speaks to u i am more than happy to throw play doh at the wall, come say hi :D

[addiessblack]

NO SAINTS TONIGHT

Chapter 10

Synopsis: In a world ruled by power, lies, and the ghosts of the past, Anja Christ thought she had buried Aaron forever. But when the boy she once loved—and lost—returns as the ruthless heir to Thunder Bay, obsession ignites into something far more dangerous. Trapped in his web, Anja must decide: fight for freedom or surrender to the madness of a love that refuses to die.

The breakfast hall buzzed with its usual morning chaos—clinking plates, tired voices, the low hum of conversation. The air smelled of strong coffee and freshly baked bread, but Anja barely noticed.

She and Indie sat at their usual table near the tall windows, where early morning sunlight spilled in, illuminating the high-vaulted ceiling. The entire academy felt the same as it always did—students rushing to grab food before training, instructors pacing near the doors, the occasional loud burst of laughter from a far-off table.

And yet, nothing felt the same.

Not after last night.

Not after the Order.

Anja pushed her food around on her plate, not really hungry. Indie sat across from her, drinking coffee in slow, contemplative sips. Her eyes were slightly shadowed from lack of sleep, but her posture remained relaxed, confident. A sharp contrast to the cold, secretive weight settling in Anja’s chest.

They had agreed to this.

They had stood before the Order, looked them in the eye, and accepted what came next.

Still, the truth of it hadn’t fully sunk in.

Anja opened her mouth to say something—maybe a sarcastic remark about how this was definitely not how she imagined senior year going—when movement at the edge of her vision caught her attention.

The other two.

The last two recruits who had made the same choice they had.

A boy and a girl.

They approached their table, looking both determined and cautious.

The boy was lean and wiry, with a cocky smirk that didn’t quite reach his sharp, watchful eyes. His brown hair was slightly messy, and there was something about the way he moved—too smooth, too careful. Like someone who was used to making himself invisible.

The girl was tall and composed, her dark eyes scanning the table as if calculating something before she even sat down. Elegant, but not soft. There was a sharpness to her—a hidden blade waiting to strike.

Without asking, they slid into the seats beside them.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

Then, the boy grinned, setting his tray down with an easy confidence that didn’t quite hide the tension beneath it. “Well,” he drawled, “that was fun.”

Indie raised an eyebrow. “Fun? That’s the word you’re going with?”

He shrugged. “Would you prefer terrifying? Or maybe life-altering?” He smirked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the whole blood-oath-secret-society thing was dramatic as hell, but at least we get cool coats, right?”

Anja let out a short, dry laugh before sipping her coffee. “So you joined for the fashion?”

The boy placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “What, and here I thought we were all in this for the moral righteousness.”

The girl beside him sighed, exasperated. “Ignore him. He processes things through sarcasm.”

Indie gave Anja a look. “Sounds familiar.”

Anja smirked but didn’t deny it.

The girl turned her dark gaze to them, finally introducing herself. “Elara Vasquez.” Her voice was calm, measured. “That idiot next to me is Cassian Hale.”

Cassian shot her a sideways grin. “You love me.”

“I tolerate you,” she corrected.

Indie leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “Alright, Ronan, Lena—what did you think? You both seemed pretty sure last night, but that was a lot to take in.”

Elara’s eyes darkened slightly, but she nodded. “It was... a lot. But I meant what I said. I wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t serious.” She took a sip of her tea, gaze unwavering. “We all knew things were bad. We just didn’t know how bad. The Order is one of the few groups actually doing something about it.”

Anja studied her, searching for any hesitation, any cracks in her resolve. But Elara looked completely sure of herself. Unshaken.

She turned to Cassian, who was absentmindedly rolling an apple between his fingers.

He shrugged. “I mean, yeah, I’m in. It’s either this or get drafted by Ever in a year and have some politician send me off to die for their glorious cause.” His voice turned mocking at the last part. Then his smirk faded slightly, and for a moment, his usual cocky demeanor slipped. “At least this way, we have a choice.”

A choice.

Anja tapped her fingers against the table, considering that.

It didn’t feel like much of a choice at all.

Ever. The Dominion. The war. It was all spiraling faster than they could control. If they wanted to survive—if they wanted to make a difference—this was the only path forward.

“We need to watch each other’s backs,” Elara said suddenly, breaking the momentary silence. Her gaze flickered between them, serious and unwavering. “We’re in this now. Whether we like it or not.”

Indie nodded, setting her cup down. “Agreed.”

Cassian grinned. “So, what, we’re a team now?”

Anja exhaled sharply. A team.

It sounded so... simple.

Like this wasn’t a life-and-death game they had just signed up for.

Still, she glanced at Indie, at Elara's steady expression, at the way Cassian masked his unease with humor, and realized—maybe that’s exactly what they needed.

A small, sharp smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Yeah,” she said, lifting her coffee cup in mock toast. “We’re a team.”

The bass was so loud it rattled the glass in Anja’s hand, vibrations echoing through her chest. The club was packed—flashes of neon green and purple lights streaking across the dance floor, illuminating sweat-slicked bodies moving to the music. The air smelled of expensive perfume, alcohol, and something sharper beneath it—danger.

She leaned against the sleek black bar, dressed to blend in. A fitted black dress hugged her body, the slit at her thigh allowing for easy movement. Every inch of her screamed confidence, control. Even if her pulse was hammering.

Across the room, Indie pretended to sip a drink, playing her part as a bored socialite. The other two Order recruits—Cassian and Elara—were already moving through the crowd, scanning for their target.

Anja exhaled, adjusting the small earpiece hidden beneath her hair. "Status?"

Indie’s voice came through smoothly. "Our guy is near the VIP lounge, second level. He’s talking to a woman in red—Ever intelligence, I’d bet. Cassian’s circling around for a better look."

Anja nodded slightly, casting her gaze toward the upper level. The VIP section was separated by a sleek glass railing, dark silhouettes shifting behind it. This was where Ever’s elites gathered—politicians, informants, operatives who sold information that could change the war.

And tonight, Anja was here to take one down.

She pushed off the bar, weaving through the crowd with easy grace. She could feel the eyes on her. Some men stared too long, some women whispered as she passed. It didn’t matter. She played the role well—unbothered, untouchable.

Halfway to the stairs, a voice stopped her. Deep, smooth, laced with amusement.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?"

She turned. A man stood in front of her—tall, dark suit tailored to perfection, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with curiosity. He was handsome in the way most dangerous men were, with a smirk that promised trouble.

Anja recognized him immediately. Soren Vale.

An informant for Ever. A man with too many secrets and not enough loyalty.

She smiled lazily, tilting her head. "That depends. Are you going to try and stop me?"

He stepped closer, gaze flicking over her as if assessing her like a puzzle he wanted to solve.

"Now, why would I do that? I like a woman with ambition." His fingers trailed lightly over the rim of his glass. "You look like you’re hunting someone."

Anja let her smile widen, slow and lethal. "And you look like someone who talks too much."

She leaned in slightly, letting the scent of her perfume wrap around him like a noose. "Tell me, Soren, do you know what happens to men who ask too many questions?"

Soren chuckled, tipping his drink toward her. "I assume it's not pleasant."

"Not for them, no."

She stepped past him, leaving him grinning in her wake.

"Elara, I’m heading up."

"Wait, Cassian just confirmed something—"

Too late. Anja was already slipping past security, making her way up the stairs.

The VIP lounge was quieter, filled with men in tailored suits and women draped in silk, whispering in low voices. At the far end, their target sat in a deep leather booth—a middle-aged man with sharp features, speaking intently to a woman in a red dress.

Anja moved toward them, calculating her next step. Then everything went to hell.

Gunfire erupted.

The glass railing shattered as bodies collided, chaos exploding all at once. People screamed, guards surged forward, and Anja dropped low, dodging a wild swing from a bouncer.

"What the hell just happened?" she hissed through the earpiece, twisting out of the way as another guard lunged for her.

Indie’s voice was sharp. "Cassian got made. Someone ID’d us. We need to get out—now."

Anja cursed, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs.

She could run. She could escape easily.

Or… she could finish the job.

The target was right there—stumbling away from the booth, eyes wide with panic.

Anja didn’t hesitate.

She lunged, tackling him to the ground. In the same motion, she pressed a knife to his throat, her voice a whisper against his ear.

"Give me the name of your contact in the Eastern Dominions. Now."

He struggled beneath her, eyes darting wildly. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Wrong answer. She pressed the blade harder.

"Do I look like I have patience for lies?"

He whimpered. "It's—it's Veyron. Commander Veyron. He’s the one feeding us intel."

Anja barely had time to process it before strong hands yanked her off him.

She twisted, kicking a guard square in the chest, sending him tumbling over the broken glass railing.

More were coming.

Anja turned, sprinting toward the edge of the balcony.

She didn’t stop.

She jumped.

Wind rushed around her as she plummeted toward the lower level—heels hitting the sleek bar counter before she rolled off, landing in a crouch.

She shot to her feet, grabbing Indie’s arm. "Time to go."

They ran, shoving past panicked club-goers, slipping out through the back alley where Elara was already waiting in the getaway vehicle.

The moment the doors shut behind them, Anja finally let out a breath.

Indie grinned, adrenaline bright in her eyes. "That was insane."

Cassian groaned, rubbing his shoulder. "Next time, let's not get shot at, yeah?"

Anja just stared out the window, her mind racing.

Veyron.

This was bigger than they thought.

The testing chamber was silent except for the faint hum of the neural simulator as it activated. Anja stood in the center, her hands clenched at her sides, her heartbeat steady. She had faced combat, war, death. What could they possibly show her that she hadn’t already lived through?

Across from her, the instructor—a tall woman with sharp features and piercing silver eyes—watched with a neutral expression. “This is a fear simulation, not an illusion,” she said. “Your mind will believe it’s real. Your Evol, your instincts, won’t help you here. You either fight it or break.”

Anja’s lips curled in something like a smirk, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “We’ll see.”

The instructor’s expression didn’t change. She only pressed a single button on the device.

And the world around Anja shattered.

---

She was no longer in the Academy.

Smoke. Blood. Screams.

The air was thick with it, heavy and suffocating. Anja’s boots hit the scorched ground, her uniform torn, her hands trembling as she held a dagger slick with red. Bodies littered the field. Some she recognized.

Indie. Face pale, unmoving, a deep wound across her chest.

Will IV, his mask shattered, his Evol burned out.

Her parents—no, no, they weren’t supposed to be here.

Her breath hitched as she turned, looking for Aaron.

But there was no sign of him.

The battle raged on, figures darting past, blades clashing, Evol powers illuminating the darkness. She tried to move, to fight—but every step she took felt heavier, like the ground was swallowing her whole.

Then a voice.

“You could have saved them.”

Her head snapped up. The instructor stood among the bodies now, but her face was blurred, shifting, becoming something else—something colder.

“You were too weak.”

No.

Anja gritted her teeth, forcing herself forward. This isn’t real. The words pounded in her skull. None of this is real.

A sharp pain stabbed through her chest, sudden and blinding. She gasped, her hands flying to the wound—but there was nothing there. No blood, no injury.

Just pain.

Then the battlefield dissolved.

--

She was home.

The sight of Thunder Bay should have brought relief, but something was wrong. The streets were empty, the air thick with an eerie stillness. The Christ estate loomed ahead, dark and untouched by time.

Her breath came in short, rapid bursts.

She didn’t want to go inside.

But her body moved anyway, like a puppet on strings.

She stepped over the threshold, the familiar scent of leather-bound books and polished wood wrapping around her like a ghost. The grand hall was dimly lit, shadows curling in the corners.

And then she saw him.

Aaron.

He stood near the fireplace, but he didn’t turn. Didn’t acknowledge her.

Her heart twisted painfully.

“Aaron?” she whispered.

Slowly, he faced her.

Anja felt the air leave her lungs.

His eyes—once filled with fire, obsession, something so unbearably Aaron—were empty.

Lifeless.

It wasn’t him.

It wasn’t him.

“Anja.” His voice was hollow, stripped of everything she knew. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Her hands shook. “What… what happened to you?”

He didn’t answer. He only lifted his arm, revealing the insignia of Ever etched into his wrist like a brand. A mark of ownership.

They had taken him.

They had taken his mind, his soul.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, no, no.”

She moved forward, reaching for him—but his Evol flared. Cold, unfeeling.

And before she could react, he lifted a gun.

Pointed it at her chest.

Fired.

The pain was instant, searing through her body like fire. She gasped, crumbling to her knees, blood blooming across her ribs.

Aaron watched with no expression.

Like she was nothing.

Like he didn’t even know her.

Her vision blurred, the world tilting. She tried to move, tried to reach for him one last time—

Then it all reset.

She was back in the hall.

Aaron stood there. Expressionless. The Ever brand gleaming on his wrist.

He turned. Lifted the gun.

Fired.

The pain.

Her own strangled sobs.

The reset.

Again.

And again.

And again.

She couldn’t stop it.

She couldn’t stop it.

---

Anja collapsed to the floor, her body trembling, drenched in cold sweat. Her throat was raw from screaming. She hadn’t even realized she had screamed.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she heard the instructor’s voice. “You were supposed to fail that test.”

Anja’s breath came in ragged gasps as she pressed her shaking hands to the ground, forcing herself upright.

She blinked. The battlefield was gone. The Christ estate was gone.

She was back in the simulation chamber.

Her limbs ached, every nerve in her body screaming.

The instructor stood in front of her, watching with something unreadable in her gaze.

“You weren’t meant to break out of that on your own,” she said quietly.

Anja didn’t respond. Her hands were still shaking.

The instructor studied her for a long moment before speaking again.

“You weren’t afraid of dying.” A pause. “You were afraid of losing him.”

Anja felt her chest tighten.

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Instead, she pushed herself up, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her, and walked out without another word.

But she knew the instructor was right.

Losing Aaron had already broken her once.

And the worst part?

She wasn’t sure she’d survive it happening again.

The chandeliers cast a golden glow over the grand hall, their light refracting off the crystal glasses raised in empty toasts. The Order rarely hosted events like these, but when they did, attendance was mandatory.

Anja barely heard the hum of conversation around her. She stood near the edge of the room, fingers curled around the stem of a champagne flute she hadn't touched. The black silk of her gown clung to her form, gold embroidery trailing like veins of light over her arms. A mask of obsidian lace concealed most of her face, leaving only the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the piercing blue of her eyes visible.

She was suffocating.

These people—these soldiers, spies, officials—laughed too easily. Their movements were too smooth, their words too polished. A masquerade, in every sense of the word.

The world outside this hall was still on fire. The war was not over. But tonight, they pretended.

And she had to pretend with them.

Her grip on the glass tightened. I shouldn’t be here.

She had almost convinced herself to slip away when it happened.

A shift in the air.

A weight settling against her spine.

Someone was watching her.

A chill slid down her neck, an old instinct honed from battle. Slowly, she turned, scanning the crowd, searching for the source of the phantom pull that had suddenly wrapped itself around her throat.

Masked faces. Gilded laughter. Flickering candlelight.

And then—

A shadow.

Near the far end of the hall, half-hidden beyond the candlelit edges of the masquerade, stood a figure.

Tall. Dressed in black. His mask was sharp, intricate—silver filigree tracing delicate patterns over dark metal. But it wasn’t his mask that unsettled her.

It was the way he stood.

Still. Waiting. Watching.

A strange, unsteady pulse echoed in her ears.

No.

It couldn’t be.

She took a sharp breath, forcing herself to look again. To see him clearly. To make sense of this.

But before she could—

He moved.

Not toward her, but past her.

And as he passed, his shoulder brushed against hers. Just barely. A fleeting touch, burning through the thin silk of her gown like a brand.

Her breath caught.

And then—

A whisper.

"Miss me?"

Her heart stopped.

The voice curled around her like smoke, soft and low, an echo of a ghost she had spent years trying to bury.

The glass in her hand slipped, shattering against the marble floor.

She spun—**too fast, too desperate—**but he was gone.

The crowd swayed, the golden candlelight flickering in her periphery, but she barely saw any of it.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

"No," she whispered, barely hearing her own voice. "No, no, no."

This wasn’t real.

It wasn’t possible.

Aaron was dead.

She had buried him.

She had held the weight of his absence in her chest for years, letting it rot her from the inside out.

But that voice—**his voice—**was unmistakable.

She backed away from the broken glass at her feet, from the warmth of the masquerade, from the stifling press of bodies around her. She needed air.

She barely noticed the way the room tilted as she shoved past the guests, ignoring the murmurs of concern. She didn’t stop until she reached the balcony doors, her breath uneven as she pushed them open and stepped into the cold night air.

The city stretched below, neon lights bleeding into the horizon.

Her hands gripped the stone railing. Steady. Breathe.

But she couldn’t.

The sound of his voice—**so real, so close—**clawed at her mind, unraveling years of carefully built walls.

"Miss me?"

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"This isn’t happening. You’re tired. You’re imagining things."

It had been a grueling year—missions, training, exhaustion gnawing at the edges of her mind. She had seen friends die, had held dying soldiers in her arms as they begged for someone to take their pain away.

Of course her mind would fracture eventually.

Of course the past would catch up to her.

But why now?

Why did he sound so real?

Why had she felt him?

The cold breeze bit against her skin, but it did nothing to settle the fever beneath it. She exhaled sharply, rubbing her hands over her face.

She had to let this go.

She had to go back inside.

But the moment she turned toward the balcony doors, her breath stalled in her chest.

A figure stood just beyond the doorway, half-hidden in shadow.

Still. Waiting. Watching.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

It was him.

It was—

No.

She blinked.

Gone.

The doorway was empty. The flickering candlelight from the ballroom cast nothing but ordinary shadows.

Her fingers dug into the stone railing.

This wasn’t real.

This couldn’t be real.

She had survived too much, fought too hard to let ghosts haunt her now.

And yet—

"Miss me?"

The whisper of it still clung to her skin, refusing to fade.

Anja swallowed hard, shoving the feeling down.

It was just a hallucination. A trick of exhaustion.

Nothing more.

But as she walked back inside, the laughter of the masquerade suddenly felt hollow.

And the shadows behind her felt far too heavy.

Duskfell – Midnight

The rain was relentless.

It came down in heavy sheets, coating the alleyways in a silver sheen, dripping from rusted fire escapes, masking the distant hum of speeder traffic above. Anja moved like a shadow, blending with the crowd as she wove through the lower sector of Duskfell.

This city belonged to neither Ever nor the Order. It was neutral ground—a place where both sides pretended not to see each other.

But Anja knew better.

Nowhere was safe.

She kept her head down, her hood pulled low, her footsteps quiet against the slick pavement. The mission had gone smoothly. Too smoothly.

Infiltrate. Retrieve intel. Leave.

Simple.

But the feeling creeping up her spine told her this night wasn’t over yet.

A strange stillness settled over her—a shift in the air, subtle but distinct.

Someone was following her.

She didn’t turn. Didn’t react. Years of training kept her movements steady, her breathing even. Instead, she listened.

The rain should have drowned out everything.

And yet, there it was.

A footstep.

A fraction too slow. A fraction too heavy.

Whoever they were, they weren’t just watching.

They were hunting.

Anja’s pulse thrummed in her ears.

She cut down a narrow alley—a shortcut to her speeder. The towering buildings loomed overhead, suffocating the street in darkness. A perfect place to disappear.

But it was also a perfect place for an ambush.

She made it three steps before the feeling sharpened—a blade of warning slicing through her gut.

She spun, just as something moved in the shadows.

Too fast.

Too inhuman.

She barely had time to react before a glint of steel sliced through the air where she had been standing.

Anja dropped low, twisting into a roll before springing up into a defensive stance. Her Evol flared—Empathic Resonance screaming danger, Energy Manipulation already crackling at her fingertips.

And then—she saw him.

A figure stood at the alley’s mouth, cloaked in shadows.

Tall. Wrapped in dark, reinforced armor with Ever’s insignia hidden beneath a tattered cloak. But his face—

His face was wrong.

Pale, stretched tight over sharp, unnatural features. Eyes like black voids, unreadable and endless. The rain ran down his face, but he never blinked.

A slow smirk curled his lips.

"You’re good," he mused, voice smooth as silk, cold as steel. "Most don’t sense me coming."

Anja’s hands curled into fists. She didn’t speak.

He took a step forward, slow, deliberate. "But you did. That’s interesting."

She struck first.

A blur of motion—her dagger slashing for his ribs.

It should have landed.

Instead, he moved like smoke in the wind, twisting out of reach with effortless grace.

Then—pain.

A sharp, burning slice across her upper arm.

Anja hissed, jumping back.

Her fingers came away slick with blood. Too fast. He was too fast.

"You hesitate," the assassin murmured. "Too much emotion." His black eyes gleamed. "It makes you weak."

Anja’s breath steadied. Not weak enough.

She lunged—this time, aiming not for precision but for sheer speed.

And still—he dodged.

Every attack, every strike. Like he knew her every move before she made it.

Frustration burned in her ribs.

Anja wasn’t used to being outmatched.

She backpedaled, putting distance between them. "Who sent you?"

The assassin just smiled.

And then, he said something that turned her blood to ice.

"You know... I've seen ghosts before."

The way he said it—so casual, so amused— made her stomach tighten.

He wasn’t talking about just any ghost.

Anja’s fingers twitched. She tried to mask her reaction, but it was too late.

His smile widened.

"Interesting," he murmured. "You felt that, didn’t you?"

She forced her expression blank. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

A chuckle. Low. Dark.

"Don’t you?"

Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs.

The assassin tilted his head. His void-black eyes never left hers. "You must’ve loved him very much."

Her vision blurred with rage.

Anja didn’t think—she reacted.

Energy crackled through her veins, raw power surging forward. The rain froze midair, trembling as the sheer force of her Evol warped the air around them.

The assassin only laughed.

Then, he stepped back—

And vanished.

Gone.

Like he’d never been there at all.

Anja stood in the rain, chest heaving, heart pounding.

Her mind raced with his words.

"You must’ve loved him very much."

He’s dead.

Aaron is dead.

She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms.

Then why did it feel like a lie?

The night was quiet once again.

Too quiet.

No wind stirred the trees that lined the academy’s courtyard, no voices broke the solemn stillness. Only the rhythmic sound of boots against stone as the students, instructors, and Order members gathered, their figures cloaked in black beneath

the endless expanse of the night sky. The Academy’s funeral rites were always held under the stars—silent, sacred, untouched by the chaos of war. The flames of the ceremonial pyre flickered, casting long shadows across the grieving faces.

Anja stood among them, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture stiff and unreadable. Indie was beside her, hands clenched into fists, her lips pressed into a thin line. On Anja’s other side, the two remaining members of their group—the recruits who had joined the Order alongside them—stood in rigid silence. No one spoke. No one had to.

The student they were saying goodbye to had never truly belonged in a place like this.

Lena had been softer than the rest of them. She wasn’t weak—no one who survived the academy was—but she carried something the others had lost along the way: kindness. She wasn’t hardened like the rest of them, wasn’t cruel, wasn’t callous. She had still believed in people, in the idea that war hadn’t stripped away everything good in the world.

And now she was dead.

Killed in yet another Dominion attack.

Just another body on the growing pile of casualties.

A low chant began, the deep, melodic hum of an ancient prayer that had been spoken at every Academy funeral for as long as history could remember. The words blurred together in Anja’s ears.

She should feel something.

She did feel something.

But she didn’t cry.

She was tired.

Tired of standing in this same spot, in this same courtyard, watching flames consume another fallen comrade. Tired of pretending grief had an end, when every time they buried one of their own, another name took its place on the growing list of the dead.

She thought back to the first funeral she had attended at the Academy, how she had still flinched at the grief in people’s voices, at the rawness of it. How she had told herself that if she ever lost someone she truly cared about, she wouldn’t hold back her tears.

But that was before Aaron.

Before she learned what it truly meant to lose someone.

Her throat felt tight, her chest constricted, but the tears never came.

Indie sniffed beside her, brushing a hand over her cheek.

“She didn’t deserve this,” Indie whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

None of them did.

Anja knew Indie wanted her to say something—to acknowledge it, to tell her it was okay to grieve. But what was the point? Words wouldn’t bring Lena back. Words wouldn’t stop the next death, or the one after that.

The chant faded.

A flick of a match, the gentle whoosh of fire catching.

Flames consumed the body.

The academy’s tradition dictated that no one turned away from the pyre until the fire had burned out, a final act of respect. But Anja didn’t see it as respect. She saw it as a reminder.

The war never ended.

The people who lit the pyres were just waiting their turn.

She shifted her gaze across the gathered crowd, her eyes landing on the instructors, on the high-ranking members of the Order, their faces set in grim determination. How many of them would still be here a year from now?

She glanced at Indie.

At the other two recruits.

Would they still be standing here next time?

Or would they be the ones burning?

A shiver crawled down her spine, but she forced it away.

She would survive.

She always did.

The pyre burned on.

The city stretched around them like a labyrinth of steel and neon, its towering structures slicing into the storm-heavy sky. A thin mist curled around the streets, dimming the glow of the streetlights. Rain pattered against the rooftops, sliding down the rusted metal like whispers in the dark. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone, ozone, and the ever-present hum of electricity pulsing through the wires above.

Anja crouched behind the crumbling remnants of an old ventilation system, her pulse steady, her breath measured. Beneath her, Ever’s facility sprawled out like a beast asleep, lights flickering in erratic intervals, guards pacing along the perimeter with the sluggish arrogance of men who had never faced true fear.

A simple reconnaissance mission.

Her last as a student of the Lunar Hunter Academy.

Tomorrow, she and Indie would be inducted as full-fledged members of the Order. No more instructors watching their every move, no more simulated missions—this was real. The final step before she was thrown into the war that had defined her entire life.

It should have felt exhilarating.

Instead, unease curled around her ribcage, cold and persistent.

“I don’t like this,” Indie whispered beside her, shifting slightly. Her dark eyes flickered in the low light, the tension in her shoulders mirroring Anja’s own. “Something feels off.”

Anja didn’t answer. She felt it too.

The Order had been tracking Ever’s movements for months, monitoring the way their fleet shifted like a chessboard—silent, deliberate, never without purpose. Their instructors had warned them that something big was coming. The war was shifting.

Tonight, they were here to find out why.

A metal door below hissed open.

Anja’s grip on her rifle tightened.

Figures emerged from the facility, stepping into the dim courtyard. She adjusted the scope, letting the faces sharpen through the rain-streaked lens.

Ever soldiers. Black and silver uniforms. Some with helmets, others without.

Her breath caught in her throat.

One figure stood slightly apart from the rest.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. No helmet.

Anja’s entire body went still.

For a moment, it felt like the world around her paused.

Rain dripped off the edge of her rifle, running over her gloved hands as she struggled to force her mind into logic, into reason.

It was just a soldier.

It had to be.

But then the man turned slightly, catching the light from the overhead floodlights, and Anja’s breath vanished.

No.

No, it wasn’t possible.

Her heart slammed against her ribs, so hard she thought Indie might hear it.

Because she knew that face.

She knew the sharp cut of his jaw, the storm-dark eyes, the way he carried himself like he owned the space around him.

Aaron.

Her stomach lurched violently.

She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling sharply.

When she opened them, he was still there.

Standing. Breathing. Alive.

A part of her wanted to lunge forward, to throw herself off the rooftop and demand—scream—that he look at her.

Another part, the part that had spent the last few years learning how to live without him, told her she was hallucinating.

Aaron was dead.

He had been dead for years.

This wasn’t real.

It was just the exhaustion. Just a soldier who looked like him.

That was all.

Still, she couldn’t shake the ice crawling up her spine, the feeling that something—someone—was staring back at her through the rain.

Watching.

Indie nudged her sharply. “What is it?”

Anja forced herself to breathe, to shove the nausea back down.

She couldn’t say it.

Couldn’t even let the words form in her mind.

Because if she said it—if she acknowledged it—then it would become real.

And she couldn’t afford that.

So she swallowed the bile in her throat, steadied her voice, and said, “Nothing. Let’s finish the mission.”

Her voice was hollow. She barely recognized it.

But Indie didn’t push.

Because Anja didn’t break.

Not now.

Not over a ghost.

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From the other side of the compound, Aaron pressed himself against the cold steel of the walkway, fingers curled into fists so tight his knuckles ached.

He could still feel the weight of her gaze.

It had been years since he had felt it, since he had known the raw sensation of being seen by her.

And for a split second, he had been weak.

Had turned too far into the light, had let her catch a glimpse of him.

He swore under his breath, jaw clenched as he tried to steady the frantic pulse beneath his skin.

He had known Anja was with the Order. Had known she had spent the last few years at the academy, honing herself into the kind of warrior the war demanded.

He had followed every report, listened to every whisper about the girl who refused to break.

He had prepared himself for the day they would meet again.

But not tonight.

Not like this.

Aaron dragged in a slow breath, his shoulders tense.

He shouldn’t have come out tonight. He had been so careful. So damn careful.

But he had allowed himself this one thing. This one slip.

Because he had wanted to see her.

And now he had almost ruined everything.

Would she have recognized him?

Would she have called his name?

Or would she have shot him?

The thought nearly made him laugh, but there was no humor in it.

Anja was dangerous now.

Not just because of what she had become, but because of what she could do to him.

Even now, standing in the dark, he could feel her like a wound he had never let heal.

And she had almost seen him.

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself deeper into the shadows.

She wasn’t ready.

Not yet.

Not until the pieces were all in place.

Aaron cast one last glance toward the rooftop where she had been.

Empty.

Gone.

Like a phantom in the rain.

He flexed his fingers, resisting the urge to chase after her.

Instead, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the dark, the ghost of her gaze still burning into his skin.

Soon.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Food Masterlist

food trigger warning

A Chocolate Bar Could Never Compare to Your Eyes- doddleoddlc

Summary: After a long day of restless studying, Phil is hungry and tries to get a candy bar from a vending machine. However, the vending machine won’t give it up and he gets his arm stuck in it. Dan shows up and tries to help.

Bacon McDouble with a Pepsi (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: in a world in which the first words your soulmate says to you are inscribed upon your wrist, dan finds a mcdonald’s order on his arm

Blueberry Cream Tart - mairieuxes

Summary: Since it’s a rainy day, it’s a perfect day for a baking video. Or sex.

Breakfast in Bed (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: It's Dan's birthday, and Phil has decided to treat him to a special day beginning with breakfast in bed.

Cake and Coffee (ao3) - swagityswag

Summary: Phil was the kind of person to get bored often, Dan and his little coffee shop helps.

Candy Ache - boofphil

Summary: Dan eats too much candy, but luckily there’s Phil.

Chocolate Coated (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: Dan finally admits one of his kinks to Phil, that he wants to give a blowjob to a chocolate covered dick. At first Phil kinkshames him, but by the time Dan’s birthday comes around, Phil has realised he actually likes the idea.

Christmas Candy Grams - auroraphilealis

Summary: Dan gets a candy gram at his workplace from a secret admirer calling him an angel, but Dan has absolutely no idea who it could be.

Conversations Hearts - adorkablephil

Summary: Phil gets a box of candy hearts for Valentine’s Day and decides to share them with Dan.

Cotton Candy And Blueberry - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil are seniors and want to enjoy the rest of their teenage years while they can, this includes buying snow cones and spending time at the park together.

Fortune Cookies (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan gets a fortune cookie and it's been bugging him all day. But he's NOT superstitious.

Hot Like Wasabi (ao3) - kawaiikanai

Summary: Dan loves sushi and has been trying for ages to get Phil to try it. When Phil offers up a suggestion that will surely make him interested in it, Dan wonders if he’ll ever think of sushi the same way again.

Ice-cream Cake (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: Dan wanders upstairs during his 17th birthday party to try and find a few moments of silence after rounds of shots and posing with his birthday cake. Instead he finds his best friend asleep in the tub.

Marshmallows and Buttercream (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Phil has secretly been dipping into the baking ingredients and is feeling especially hyper and flirtatious while he and Dan attempt to film their Christmas baking video. Dan submits to Phil's playful nature and the two men have sex while the camera rolls.

Mint Chocolate Dick - chocolatesaucelester

Summar: Dan is the manager of a successful Pokemon themed ice cream shop, and when Phil, his boyfriend, stops by one day things get a little hot for such a frosty place.

Peaches (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: for the love, for laughter, I flew up to your arms

is it a video?

Peanut Butter (ao3) - Legaldanish

Summary: Phil makes a game for him and Dan to play. Not sure if its EXACTLY food kink. Phil licks peanut butter off of Dan.

Salted Caramel Brownies (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: Family insists on calling more during quarantine, so Dan hops on a video call with his Nan for some baking.

Scrambled Eggs (ao3) - thoughtfullightcollection

Summary: Phil makes Dan comfort food on a bad day.

Strawberry Shortcake - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan works at a bakery with his friend Louise, where a punk boy comes in every day and orders Strawberry Shortcake.

the sanctity of fajitas (ao3) - kishere

Summary: dan and phil cook something without the recipe, because phil is confident they know how to cook it from memory

The Scrambled Egg Fic - botanistlester

Summary: “Crack an egg in my ass and fuck me so hard you scramble it”

the ultimate pizza (ao3) - watergator

Summary: sex and pizza

Waffles (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Phil goes to the 24hr diner with the hopes of seeing his favorite waiter.

when it rains, it's lemon cakes (ao3) - gogystyle

Summary: Sneaking around. Crushed pastries at the bottom of the tray. Kisses at dawn and the impending threat of an arranged marriage.

Phil meets a tall stranger on a late-night rendezvous through the castle. What happens when that stranger's smile and laugh fill an entire room, burrowing besides Phil's heart and refusing to leave?

Whipped cream with sprinkles on top (ao3) - theshyauthor

Summary: So maybe Dan has a crush on the barista. He knows how cliche that is. In fact it is so cliche that he didn’t want to believe it at first either. After all, who actually develops a crush on their barista? It’s not like he’s living in some fanfiction universe written by a fourteen-year-old.

or

Dan is a university student who gets too little sleep and Phil is the cute barista he has a crush on.

You’re Better Than Any Chocolate - amazignphil

Summary: Phil really, really loves chocolates. But maybe, there is something or someone he loves more than the sweet delicious treat that he always loved more than anything.

[namtanlovesfilm]

“I don’t dislike anything about you.”

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