#tennis plot bunny

[literarybaby]

challengers inspired rp plots!

hi everyone! i am not sure if i am alone in this but i have been having deep, deep challengers brainrot. so i thought i would take the opportunity to share some tennis-themed/challengers-inspired plot bunnies with you. with a couple of these, i’ve had the absolute pleasure of playing out or at least, brainstorming with some of my current writing partners.

all titles are from the soundtrack - ty trent r & divider is by @cafekitsune

some of these have more darker and mature themes, but can be adapted to work at any level. all of these can be adapted to work with any pairing as well. and probably sport — if you squint. 

if you’re interested, feel free to reach out about any of these if you'd like to write together.

also feel free to take them and make them your own! enjoy!

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘

muse a is a young rising star in tennis (think tashi in the first half of the movie). they are on everyone’s radar as the one to go down in history and join the ranks of the past greats. adidas already has them in a campaign. and soon, they’re probably going to turn their whole family into millionaires. however, during a game, they suffer a traumatic and freak injury which looks like it will derail their entire career. muse a is devastated as everything they’ve ever wanted or worked for will come to an end. enter muse b — an older, successful surgeon — who decides to help a depressed and lost muse a. fixing broken body parts is part of their job and they are able to do so easily. even kinder, they support muse a through their recovery and physical therapy. unbeknownst to muse a and everyone in their lives, muse b has been grooming them — giving them treatment beyond what a medical professional should offer. this leads to muse a entering into a relationship with muse b where the power dynamic is totally whack. with muse a recovering and being back on their game, they feel they totally owe it all to muse b’s god hands and want to pay them back with any means necessary. 

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 / 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

muse a and muse b are the perfect tennis doubles tennis partners. so much so, they have corny nicknames like fire and ice. they are best friends, practice partners, and have long shared history. optional: muse a can be more a technically perfect player and muse b is pure, raw talent. unbeknownst to muse b, muse a has been hopelessly in love with them the entire time but is in the closet/in denial. when muse b starts to cluelessly date someone (optional: muse c if you want mumu), muse a is jealous and their friendship slowly starts to deteriorate with muse b frustrated and confused why this is happening. skip a few years, muse a and muse b find themselves on opposite sides of the net as the biggest rivals in tennis. years of resentment, avoidance, and pressure have culminated in this moment. should they repair their relationship? will they ever talk about it? maybe there’s still a chance or will someone end up hurt again?

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐗 𝟏𝟎

muse a is an older and seasoned tennis veteran. truthfully, they aren’t as good as they used to be and are on the verge of retirement. they decide that this tournament(possibly set at wimbledon?)will be their last and they’ll retire after regardless of the outcome. but during, they meet the young muse b — someone spunky and maybe they have a bad temper like john mcenroe — but they’re not like anyone else muse a has ever met. they challenge them. they intrigue them. however, this romance comes at the worst time as muse b desperately wants to win the tournament and this is a bit of a distraction. so should muse a and muse b embrace the distraction and get caught up in the whirlwind of things, despite knowing love means absolutely nothing in tennis. 

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

muse a is a down-on-their-luck tennis player. they’re definitely not a ranked player or really famous at all, but this is all they know. they’re still good, and believe they have in them to win a grand slam or a major tournament, despite their age and more importantly, their financial situation. sometimes they are sleeping in their car if they can’t afford a motel on tour, but sometimes, they get even more desperate — which is how they found muse b, on tinder, swiping right on literally everyone until they get a match. muse b thinks they’re going on a date with a professional athlete but little do they know, muse a is flat broke and is only with them for a hot meal and a warm bed. should muse b figure this out? or maybe as they go on the date, both muses feel a connection — does that mean muse a will come clean with their intentions? or will muse b be saddled with supporting muse a’s broke ass? 

𝐋’𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐅

muse a is a young and naive tennis player from a small town/country. they come from a nice, wholesome family. being a professional athlete was sort of by chance too, so they have absolutely know idea how to navigate the pressurized world of fame and fortune. fortunatelyor unfortunately, they get help from muse b — a cut-throat, smart, and cunning sports agent. muse b is able to set muse a up with an fancy apartment, good sponsorship deals, hefty contracts, and soon become the voice of reason for muse a. muse b is determined to guide muse a to the big star lights and away from their country mouse past. it gets to the point where muse a can’t do anything without muse b. will muse a ever get away from muse b? or will muse b abuse their power? could involve isolating them from their family, controlling their spending, and even baby-trapping them.

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐑

muse a is retired professional tennis player and decides become a instructor at a fancy, schmancy country club. they decided to take this job not because for the love of the sport, but to further themselves as the club is crawling with unsuspecting rich people with good connections just waiting to be made. muse a meets muse b, a naive, rich kid who takes tennis lessons. they get on really well and decide to bring muse a to meet their family. through a series of carefully crafted lies, muse a and b get closer and closer until they’re in a relationship. muse b starts asking their parents to get muse a better job, better clothes, and ultimately, a better life. but what happens when someone or something from muse a’s past comes rearing its ugly head and threatens to expose and break this carefully plotted dream life? does muse a confess to muse b, or does muse b dump them? or is muse a crazy enough to keep lying to keep muse b and their perfect new life theirs for good?

"𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖"

muse a is a professional tennis player who seems like they have the perfect life. they’re winning, rich, have a partner who is possibly their coach, and even a child. little does everyone know, it’s not all roses on the inside. their partner is cheating on them and it’s really throwing off all the other parts of their life — especially their game. so they decide to cheat too, with muse b — someone who isn’t part of this crazy tennis world. immediately, it’s steamy and exciting having an affair. it really jumpstarts muse a’s attitude and they start winning again. when muse a’s partner (could even be a muse c) finds out, they could hardly care less and is happy that something is finally getting muse a motivated again. but muse b isn’t satisfied with just being a secret, not when they play such a pivotal role in muse a’s life. maybe they decide to expose muse a and their partner? or maybe they threaten to leave? or maybe they try to navigate this as a threesome?

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐓

muse a is a successful, professional tennis player. they’re winning tournaments. they’re living their best life on the ATP/WTA tour. being on the road is great but is a bit lonely sometimes despite all the cool sponsorship parties and galas. dating is too hard too, as it’s difficult to stay connected within all these time zones and from all these far away places. instead, they use an expensive celebrity escort service and meet muse b. muse b can quell the sting of loneliness on the road and it’s low commitment — only calling them up when they’re in town. however, this last time leads to muse b getting pregnant accidentally. now muse a has to decide if they want to step up to the plate and be a parent, and if they do, how do they explain how they met their partner to the press?bonus points ifmuse bhas slept with other tennis players and their services are not a well-kept secret.

[playingwiththetennisgrownups]

I don't know if this is a bunny I'm going to write or if it's just an idea at this stage. I also need to do some 'research' into omegaverse because I survived the entire SPN *and* SPN RPF fandoms without reading or writing the damn thing

But... and this is mostly @alacants fault but the basic idea is that Juanki is an unmarked omega, and there are only betas and omegas at the academy. It's not promoted as such but there are no alphas.

And Juanki, as far as pretty much anyone is aware, is a beta. There's maybe a handful of people who know the truth.

Until one day, one of those beta kids goes through a late second puberty and starts emitting a whole bunch of pheromones during a training session and Juanki goes into unexpected heat. And then he's suddenly faced with that same alpha going all... well... alpha on his ass (attempting to do it literally) but also Carlos was *completely* unaware he was an alpha and has no idea WTF is going on, other than he suddenly wants Juanki

I don't think it's actually going to BE Carlos/Juanki but I'm... intirigued by the bunny

[queers-gambit]

My Date With the President's Daughter

part one: Blue Bunny

prompt: your father finds out about Tangerine in the worst way during a charity gala before marauders try to rob it.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 6.3k+

note: a little Disney Channel throwback in the title anyone?

warnings: use of Irish names that DO NOT dictate race, more Mafia antics, short smut / interrupted smut (you'll see), NSFW i think, mature content, cursing, chaos and violence, weapons: guns and knives, blood. dead bodies, reader's a Daddy's Girl, abrupt ending, slight angst, more hurt and comfort i guess, author still has no idea what this plot is - revoke her internet access.

The theme of the gala that night was inspired by the Palace of Versailles; regal, royal, glittering and so very, very gold. It was held at one of the most expensive hotels in the city, the entire building rented out in preparation with three different caterers and expensive bottles of alcohol being served. The gala was THE place to be - most people vying for an invitation, everyone who was anyone in attendance; dripping in designer clothes, shoes, and jewelry that sparkled in candlelight.

Every single year for the past 25 years, your legendary father hosted a large charity event that your mother was project manager of - meaning she chose the themes, decor, and the invite list. Only elite persons (both in the public and private eye) with deep pockets were invited, knowing they'd cut a large check if they wanted your father to stay out of their business territories. So, in honor of the richer-than-rich attendees, your mother used grand and golden decorations; creating a tastefully regal atmosphere for those who didn't actually have a drop of royal blood in their veins.

You father, Fallon, meaning "leader" in the ancient Celtic language, looked as handsome and dapper as ever; his tux dry cleaned, steamed, ironed, and tailored, paired with clean and shining dress shoes that had a bright red sole. His hair was slicked back, tattoos on his neck visible from the swept-back style.

Your mother, Maeve, whose name meant "she who rules", looked like she had just walked off a runway. Her dress hugged her slender and impressive figure, the material shimmering under the soft lighting. Her heels were high, hair pinned off her neck to show off bright diamond earrings that matched the thin chain of glittering gems around her collarbones, the sparkling tennis bracelet, and the absurdly large wedding ring on her finger. Her face was lightly painted with make-up, always a woman who didn't need much - if any at all. You prayed to age as gracefully as she.

Your brother, Oisín - pronounced [Oh - Sheen] - meant "little deer"; a cheeky but shy lad at the ripe age of 10. He wore a matching tux as your father, and had an emerald broach pinned on his lapel to indicate he belonged to your family. His au pair was supposed to be watching him so you could mingle with donors, but Oisín didn't stray from your side; a wee hand holding the material of your expensive dress on your hip to keep himself from getting lost.

The gala was crowded. Large event room stifling, requiring the air be turned on. Perfume assaulting the senses in a clash of scents.

The trademark "cha-ching" sound effect echoed in your mind as you shmoozed a few guests into their donations; impressing your brother by how easy you made it look. You thanked each donor with a pretty smile and fluttering lashes, floating around the room to meet other investors; giving them your family's charity's mission statement and explained where their money would go. Most of the people in this room were seedy criminals - similar to your father - and the other few were corrupt politicians who were nestled in the criminal's pockets.

By no means was the night boring, but this was work for you; all business, no pleasure.

The decor your mother chose had a lot of glittering gold details; a few imported busts and statues, an entire wall full of sculpted grass to mimic the Palace's own garden designs; artwork hung in thick, intricate frames, bright crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The event hall was specifically chosen for the floor-to-ceiling windows, sculpted shrubbery planted around the room; banquet tables covered in white cloth and chairs made of white plush - complimenting the detailed golden accents. It was gorgeous, you were impressed by your mother's attention to detail.

You wore a dress made of fine silk, the pretty green hue complimenting your skin tone; hair left down, pinned at the sides, showing off the dangling, expensive earrings your father gifted you on your 18th birthday. You, too, wore heels that forced you to walk taller and with calculated steps; rimmed eyes darting around to ensure there wasn't any shady business transpiring. But when surrounded by people who made their living by being sketchy, it was hard to clock each and every movement; being why your father had hired a very specific (and loyal) security service.

With several checks in hand, you visited your father's banker, a mute man named Bradley, and handed them over for safe keeping; your brother able to practice his sign language. Bradley was happy to reply, your entire family versed in multiple languages, and showed the young lad his process of collecting and documenting the donations. After tallying your new checks to the grand total, he used British Sign Language to inform you and Oisín of the updated tally generated so far.

"Why does Daddy need to do this?" The young lad asked, holding your hand tightly; not being a fan of social interactions - especially to this magnitude.

"To keep business moving squeaky clean," you answered softly, smiling at a few who passed you. "Money makes the world go 'round, don't it?"

He sighed, "Do we know all these people?"

"We do, they're Daddy's associates," you nodded, "and you best believe, they all know us. See, one day, you'll learn their names and what businesses they provide, how Daddy keeps them all employed."

Oisín looked uncomfortable, wondering, "Are they dangerous? Like the guys that came for Christmas?"

You came to a halt around the edge of the room, caressing his head while being careful not to muse his hair out of place. "They're all dangerous, in their own way, yes, lovie. But," you lowered into a squat so you could look your brother in his eyes, "you'll learn, Daddy's much more dangerous. So, we host events like this t'keep everyone happy and in line, you see? It's a power play."

He nodded, glancing around the room of adults. "Do I have to stay the whole time, though? Mommy said I could invite Darrel and Kevin - they're over there," he pointed towards one of the round tables, two of his classmates laughing with their mothers standing off to the side. "And I'm hungry!"

"Oh, you're a hungry lad, is it?" You smiled, watching his head bob. "Well then, in that case, we should feed you, huh? C'mon," you straightened and offered your hand, which he took gratefully. "We'll get yah fed, sweetums, and you can hang with your friends, yeah?"

"Daddy won't be mad?"

"No, I'll tell him you did really well tonight, helping me collect donations," you winked, leading him to one of the catering tables. You made up his plate with different options, carrying it to the table his friends, Darrel and Kevin, were sat at.

The boys - who looked adorably dapper in suits and bowties - greeted your brother happily; letting you set his plate down and greet the mothers kindly to thank them for their attendance that night.

"Oh, Miss!" Your brother's au pair, Lisa, hustled up to you, "I'm so sorry, I lost track - "

"No, no, 's fine, you're all right, deep breath, love," you assured, squeezing her upper arm. "Having a good night so far?"

"Oh, it's magical, Miss, innit?" She beamed, looking around in wonder. "Never been before despite working for your family all these years, I'm grateful for your mother's invitation tonight."

"Oh, we're very happy to host yah, sweetheart," you smiled. "But, uh, you mind keepin' an eye on Oisín for me? I've gotta work a bit more. He just wants t'hang with his friends, think he's a bit tired."

"Of course," she rushed.

"I'd wager you can take him t'bed after Daddy's speech, hmm? I know he'll want Oisín here for that, at the very least."

Lisa agreed, mingling with the other mothers as you pecked Oisín's head and told him to behave, that you were gonna go back to working the gala; which he at least acknowledged before being sucked back into a card game with Darrel. You didn't mind the blow off, liking the idea that he had as normal of a life as possible - a farfetched idea considering your father ran the bloody Irish Mafia and all. He's attended three different schools since he started his educational career, so you were content to leave him with his friends; letting boys be boys.

After making another deposit to Bradley, you visited one of the modern and unique glass bars (one of three stations) while feeling somewhat dejected by the night's missing guest. But speak (or think) of the Devil and He shall appear.

"You weren't kiddin' when you said your family goes all out for events like this. Jesus fuckin' Christ," a familiar, accented voice crooned; a body saddling up to the bar beside you. You first saw his hands clasped together on the bar, recognizing the golden rings and single bracelet, smirking as your eyes lifted to meet that of Aaron - or Tangerine.

"You're late," you mused, locking eyes with the bartender and holding up two fingers; indicating you now wanted two of the drinks you ordered, him nodding.

"Sorry 'bout that, love, yeah, no, Lem and I got caught up in somethin', had ta deal, then get cleaned up for yah. Figured you wouldn't want us walkin' in here with blood on us."

"You'd be right," you hummed, red painted lips stretching in amusement as you both casually leaned on the glass bartop with your forearms. "Doesn't matter, you're here now - thank God."

"That bad, huh?"

"Not like previous years," you admitted, sending a glance over your shoulder at the group of milling socialites. "Since Daddy inducted The Agency, some traction's picked up believe it or not. Seems like a lot of people like the idea of contract killers for hire and investing in the Black Market. Seems like you lot really up the ante, don't'cha?"

"Ah," he smirked, "you're welcome, then. Happy t'be of service."

"I'll only thank you when you make a donation to the cause."

"Yeah?" He smirked. "Well, you got anywhere private for me to write a check, then, love? Can't have anyone knowin' I'm charitable, got a reputation to uphold, know what I mean?" Then he leaned in real close, lips ghosted against your ear and making a shiver shoot down your spine, "C'mon, doll, 's been 3 weeks since I've seen yah."

"I know," you sighed, "but we've been busy tonight. Plus, Daddy would kill you - like, actually kill you - 'cause he's listed you specifically for me to stay away from."

"And yet, here you are, naughty girl, huh? Disobeying orders?" He smirked and put a space between you for the sake of appearances, two glasses of whiskey set before you. "Your Daddy's been preoccupied all night, love - don't think he'd even notice if we pop out for a bit. 'Fraid to admit but if I don't get you alone soon, I might actually lose my shit, darlin', honestly."

"Aaron, sweetheart, my family is hosting this event and we're responsible for collections," you deadpanned, but smirked, "'s a bit inappropriate to abandon such an important night by sneaking off."

"Can't tell me you're not tempted."

Now, you full-on grinned, "I didn't wear panties for a reason."

"You fuckin' tease," he growled over the rim of the crystal glass. When he tasted the whiskey, he hummed in shock, looking at the amber liquid, "Fuck me, that's nice."

"My family may or may not own several distilleries. You're drinking an exquisite, 15-year ol' whiskey, love." You took your own sip, casting another look around the room, finding your brother first, still with his friends before locating your parents. They were pleasantly distracted by an ambassador, making you grin at Tangerine, "C'mon."

"Hey?" He wondered, quickly setting his half-drank glass down as you snatched his free hand to quickly lead him away. He smirked and casted a look over his shoulder, instantly meeting Lemon's eyes - finding him laughing at the pair of you, toasting his drink at his brother in impression as if he knew what you two were up to.

Thanks to Thomas the Tank Engine, Lemon definitely knew what you two were doing - being excellent at reading people.

You lead your lover out of the event hall, checking up and down the empty hall and missing the way one of the security guards clocked your escape. You lead Tangerine into the large, private, unisex bathroom; shoving him against the closed door and instantly latching onto him in a deep kiss.

He was fully prepared, catching your hips; hissing a breath in through his nose, releasing a gentle moan out of sheer relief. When you pulled back, he grinned, "Got no idea how much I fuckin' missed yah, darlin'."

"Missed you more," you whispered in a rush, arms wrapping around his neck as he simultaneously began backing you up. It was a hungry kiss; heated, passionate, teeth clanking from impact, both attempting to make up for lost time. Ever in-sync, both your mouths opened to push your tongues against one another; exchanging saliva and the taste of expensive whiskey.

"C'mere," he panted after having backed you into the sink counter, seizing hold of your silken hips and hoisting you upwards. Your mouths were never far apart, joining together once more now that you were sat at a vantage point. Your hands shoved his navy blue suit jacket from his shoulders, it being set aside to the other end of the counter while you worked on his belt. "Never goin' this long again," he mumbled into your kiss, pushing the material of your dress up to let your legs spread wider in accommodation. Your lover rushed, "Jesus, fuck, feels like forever, don't it?"

You nodded as his hands pushed under the bunched material to grip the plush meat of your thighs; giving a gentle massage before sliding them higher until he met your bare hips. The cold counter bit into your exposed flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, you really didn't wear panties?" He groaned, glancing down as he lifted silk from your lap to catch a glimpse of your bare cunt - ready to greet him.

"Had a feelin' you'd show up, you just can't stay away, can yah?" You smirked, cheekily licking his lips as his belt clattered open. "Thought you'd might appreciate it," your chuckle was swallowed by his moan as the zipper of his trousers sounded almost shrilly to your over heightened senses. "Just need you close, so fuckin' close, please, missed you, baby - "

"No idea how much I've missed you, love, fuckin' hell," he rushed, reaching into his briefs the moment you had loosened the waistband of his tailored trousers to take hold of his cock. "This ain't gonna be nice an' easy, love, yeah? All right?" He checked, feeling you slide to the edge of the counter.

"Didn't think anything else," you grinned, gasping lightly when the head of his cock swept up and down your slit. "Plenty of time for that later, just need you fuckin' close - closer than close."

"Feel how fuckin' wet you are already? Goddamnit - "

"All for you, baby, c'mon, don't tease - "

In a single motion, Tangerine sheathed himself in your warmth, grinning in mischief, "Huh? Sayin' somethin', weren't yah, doll? Go 'head, finish your sentence, 'M listening."

You only chuckled, hands holding his neck and bicep in vice grips to keep yourself anchored as close as possible to him. "Three weeks without yah, and you wanna provoke me?" You whispered, feeling him begin to thrust in agonizing movements.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't, huh?"

You chuckled breathlessly - gasping when, suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. You were facing that way, looking up from Tangerine's shoulder, only to discover your worst fear. "Holy shit! Daddy!?" You squeaked, Tangerine jolting and cursing in a hushed tone as he instantly yanked out of your wet warmth.

"Oh, you betta be fuckin' kiddin' me," your father seethed. "The fuck is goin' on here!? What the fuck are you goin'!? Who the fuck is that - is-is-is that who I think it is?" He growled, your lover fumbling to tuck himself away and pull his trousers back together - not moving from between your legs in an effort to preserve your modesty. But he had turned slightly to give your father a glimpse of his face, making your Daddy snarl, "Oh, bloody fuckin' hell! You serious? Fuckin' Tangerine, is it? You lost your mind, girl!?"

"Daddy, please," you warbled nervously, tears of anxiety gathering.

"Get the fuck out here - now! Boff of yah's!" He commanded in a roar, stepping out of the doorway.

"Oh, holy fuck," Aaron breathed, latching his belt and looking at you with wide eyes. "Well, was nice while this lasted, huh? Gonna miss yah, pretty girl - "

"The fuck are you - "

"He's gonna fuckin' kill me, sugar," Tangerine frowned, your dress falling gracefully into place when you slid off the counter. "Your father's gonna fuckin' kill me, Goddamnit," he pulled his suit jacket back on. "Think I can make it out that window?"

"He already knows it's you, runnin' now won't help," you sniffled, shaking your head and moving for the still-opened door. "You didn't think to fucking lock the door? Jesus fuck, Aaron..."

He followed after you, meeting your father in the empty hallway outside where the gala was in full-swing. He looked enraged, jaw clenched and wide eyes ablaze, looking the both of you over in disgust. "You out of your bloody mind you stupid girl? Huh?" He demanded, "I told you - very clearly - you weren't to fuckin' see him again."

"Daddy - "

"And this is how I find out? Huh? That my daughter doesn't respect my authority or listen to my words? How the fuck do you think people would react to that? They see you disobeying and get the idea to do the same."

"I'm not yours to command - "

"You're my daughter!" Fallon barked in anger, "My only fuckin' daughter, which means, you are, indeed, mine to command - just like everyone else in this fucking organization! You understand? My word is law - "

"This isn't just some petty fling, Daddy, that I'm engaged in to pass the time! I'm in love with him!" You blurted out, eyes widening when you heard your own words and watched your father's face fall.

"Beg your pardon?" He seethed slowly. "Have you gone mental? Finally fuckin' lost it? Huh? You must be outta your Goddamn mind if you think you love this silly fuck! He doesn't love you back, Y/N, you're just a coveted prize because you're my daughter - it's a thrill to men like him! Women like you, you're just trophies! There's no authenticity - "

"With all due respect," Tangerine interrupted boldly with anger lacing his words, "but you've got it all wrong, sir. Your daughter is the most important person t'me - outside my bruva, of course. She's not a trophy to collect, she's not a dainty object for me to store onna shelf - she's not a notch on my belt. But you're right about one thing," his arm extended around your waist, "she is the most coveted prize - but that's because of who she is, not who her father is. She's my prize, yeah, because she's the end goal men search their whole lives for and for whatever reason, she fuckin' chose me. I consider it the greatest honor - "

"You got some fuckin' nerve, don't'cha?" Your father growled. "You know what, lad? Since it's evident my daughter doesn't take me seriously, maybe you'll be smart enough to heed my warning. You leave her the fuck alone or - "

"I can't do that, sir," Tan refused, "'cause like it or not, I'm mad for her. Absolutely stupid for her. I love your daughter past words, don't even think I've ever loved someone 'cause bein' with her feels so fuckin' different in comparison.

"That so?"

Tangerine nodded, other hand shoving into his pocket to toy with the cool metal of golden brass knuckles. "There's nobody in this world like your daughter, sir. Bein' in love with her is like euphoria, yeah? Makes me think back and realize how wrong I was about my feelings for anyone else 'cause of how I feel for her. I say there ain't no way I've ever loved anyone else 'cause I've never felt this way before - I've only felt this type of love with your daughter. Yeah? She's fuckin' everything to me, so, with respect, I can't stay away. I won't."

"Yeah? Yeah? Fuckin' fine. All right, sure, let's see if The Agency has anythin' t'say about this, huh? When I pull the plug on this deal, I'll be sure to tell your employers why and let them deal with you for ruining this business partnership."

"Daddy," you gasped, rushing when he turned for the event hall's doors, Aaron following swiftly. You caught the metal doors when your father yanked them open and strode into the room, doing your best to catch him before he did anything too rash. "Wait, wait, Daddy, please, just listen, listen to me - I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"Didn't mean for what? Me findin' yah fuckin' in the bathroom like a desperate whore?" He snarled over his shoulder, the thick crowd slowing him.

"Well, yes, but I also didn't mean to fall in love with him! All right? But you know better than all of us that it's not a choice, it just happens! Look at you and Mum - "

He rounded on you, Tan at your flank, opening his mouth to scold you when something caught his eye behind you. You didn't have time to question him as rapid shots filled the air, a telltale sign of an automatic gun being fired in the crowded room. You flinched slightly, Tangerine instantly grabbing your waist to cover your body with his; turning to locate the threat, only to discover a gaggle of men in all black wearing ski masks and duffel bags on their shoulders.

"Friends of yours?" Tan snipped at your father, keeping you low as the crowd shrieked in panic - all trying to escape, still being shot at. This caused the seedy individuals with guns to take a stand and shoot back at the intruders, creating mass confusion and limited advantages.

"Bruv!"

"Brian," Aaron panted, people bumping into one another as they panicked in a flood of bodies. He looked down at you and then to your father, Fallon, only to find blood blooming under his white button up. "Oh, fuck," his eyes widened, gunshots still sounding, "right, we gotta move - can deal with everything else later. Here, here, here," Tangerine plucked a cloth napkin from a nearby table and shoved it over your father's wound to help staunch the bleeding.

"They got the doors, mate," Lemon shook his head when you noticed your father's wound. Luckily, it didn't appear to be in a fatal location, his hand holding pressure as the security detail were being gunned down. "The fuck do we do now?" Lemon asked over shrill shrieks.

"What we do best," Tangerine answered, pushing your father into action and brandishing his gun. "Stay close - "

"I'm not leaving without my wife and son!" Your father growled.

"Lem!"

"On it," he agreed, disappearing into the swarm of people.

Your lover kept you close, shoving through the crowd to lead towards a set of heavy metal doors. Several men stepped in your way, Tan sneering, "Right, fuck this." He opened fire.

You squeaked in shock when a different body tackled Aaron from the side to knock him out of sight, your father keeping a hold on you as straggling bodies dropped around you. "There he is!" You heard over the confusion, locating a set of men surging towards you.

There was nowhere to go, leaving you to physically block your father in a bid to protect him - not needing to when Tangerine intercepted the two threats. He didn't have his gun anymore, lost in a stampede of feet on bloody marble floors, opting to use his fists and brute strength against the robbers. The brass knuckles helped.

You had to admit, it was the perfect night to attack considering how much money Bradley was keeping track of. Plus the fact that everyone's guard was down made tonight the perfect opportunity for marauders to act against your family.

However, in a sea of confusion, you were separated from your father's side; losing him amongst the people and feeling a tight hand seize your upper arm. "I got the daughter!" The man in a ski mask informed through the visible comms system. "Moving for the south wing, bring the van around t'the alley."

"Aaron!" You begged, trying to wrangle free but discovering your strength was nothing compared to the 6'3'' goon's. "Aaron! Aaron, please! Help!"

"Shut the fuck up," the man snapped, backhanding you and never releasing his grip. A single trickle of blood oozed from one nostril as the man's ring split your bottom lip. "Fuckin' move!" He barked at you in a thick accent, "Move, bitch, let's go!"

"What do you want!? Please, just - just tell me! I can give you whatever it is - please! Fucking let go!"

Another enemy joined you, sneering, "Oi! The fuck you doin'? Don't damage the goods, fuckin' idiot, we gotta keep her in decent shape for the ransom! Fallon ain't payin' if his daughter's been assaulted - "

But a gunshot boomed and the other man's body jolted before falling flat on his back - dead with a hole in his forehead. You tried to capitalize on your captor's shock, unsuccessful, feeling blood splatter on your back from a different fallen body. You saw your father under the wing of his security, his own gun being used in defense, begging, "Daddy! Daddy, help!"

The one night you don't ensure your thigh holster's filled, of course this happens!

Fallon was only able to watch as Tangerine fought his way up to you struggling in the bulky man's grip; impressed when one contract killer engaged another. "Oi!" Tan barked, "Hands off my girl, yah fuckin' lunatic!" He threw several punches, the goon forced to release you to defend himself. Fallon watched as Tangerine waited until you were freed and a step to the side before opening fire again - killing the man who dared touch you. He realized that Tangerine had waited until you were clear to take the shot - feeling impression plant in his gut. Yet there was no time to dwell as intruders circled him.

"Oh, my God!" You whimpered, bodies left in growing pools of blood; your dress dragging in the tacky substance to paint abstract swirls on the shining floor; trying to avoid being swept up in the streams of panicking people. Your name was barked, another hand grabbing you, but this time, it was Lemon - sprayed in enemy blood.

"C'mon, doll, I got'cha!" He promised, being engaged by another robber. You sobbed in shock when an arm caught you in a headlock and forcefully drug you backwards; heeled feet scrambling in an attempt to keep up and avoid falling over.

"Lemon! Please! Fuck's sake!"

Breathing was hard to do in a headlock, dancing black spots blurring your vision slowly and your heart hammering in fear. A machine gun sounded again. The bicep tightened, dramatically limiting air.

"Fuckin' get off her, arsehole!" Recognizing Aaron's voice was a sheer relief, gasping for air when the arm constricted around your neck released suddenly. However, the momentum made you stumble to the ground at the same time for the goon's dead body to drop right next to you. His wide, dead eyes stared unseeingly at you, forcing a shiver down your spine and for your stomach to knot.

"Jesus Christ, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God," you panted, scrambling when blood spread closer.

"C'mon, love, c'mere, c'mere," Tangerine grunted, hauling you to your feet and protectively keeping you to his side. Being in front of you now, you could note the blood on his button up, how the robber's own punches had bruised and bloodied his face; figuring you looked somewhat similar. "Right, listen please, need yah t'do somethin' for me, love," he kept a sharp eye out for other threats as he tugged up one of his trouser legs. He pulled out the gun strapped in the holster, handing it to you with the instruction, "Shoot first, answers later. Yeah? Hey?"

You nodded and accepted the weapon, unlocking the safety. "I have to find Mum and Oisín," you worried, men and women screaming as the brutal fight continued.

"Just stay close, love, 's fuckin' madhouse - FUCK!" He snapped, aiming and firing at a man racing for you two. "C'mon, we gotta move, gotta get you out of here - right to the fuck now - "

Your gun sounded, Tangerine watching another robber drop only feet away. He pushed you through the people, both with your heads on a swivel; working in tandem to clear the banquet hall of robbers and direct survivors to get out. Your curly-haired boyfriend held one of the robbers by the neck and repeatedly punching his face into a pulp after the other man had attempted to snatch you, too.

Nobody came remotely close to you again, not when Tangerine was on guard; protecting you, defending you, killing for you. The skin on his bare knuckles had split open, but Tangerine didn't even notice; he just moved on to the next threat.

Soon, the gunfire ceased, leaving a ringing in survivor's ears, and after a quick look around the room, Tangerine confirmed the threats were all eliminated - but so were several guests of the charity gala.

You gasped in guilt, hand slapping over your mouth when you nearly tripped over Lisa's body; bullet holes shredding her flesh.

"Bruv," Lemon panted, approaching the two of you and making Tan flinch. "Woah, hey, easy, 's just me," he held his hands up, your lover sighing in relief and keeping you sheltered behind him. "You two good?" Brian asked, sheen of sweat coating his skin.

"You hit, love? Hey?" Tangerine looked down at you, keeping one arm around you and his body at a protective angle. "Shit, your face - your fucking face, sweetheart, look at me, look at me, lemme see," he frowned, holstering his gun to take both your cheeks in his hands and look for other injury.

"I'm okay, promise I'm not hurt," you panted, hands trembling. "Are you two?"

"I'm good," he nodded, eyeing Lemon. "Yeah?"

"Good, yeah, I'm good," Brian confirmed, "but I got some bad news. Looks like they got the banker. I can't tell if they made off with the money or not."

"They couldn't've, we only accepted checks tonight," you explained. "No cash, no assets to steal."

"Take it that's not public knowledge," Lemon sighed. "Probably thought they could rob y'all blind in one move, thinkin' tonight would have cash donations."

You sniffled, "You seen my family?"

"Uh," Lemon looked around, nodding, "yeah, your dad's over there."

Peering around Tangerine's form, you located your father slowly stalking around the room; taking note of the dead bodies left behind, survivors clearing out into the hallways. Fallon made his way up to you three, your voice trembling, "Daddy? You all right? Where's Mum and Oisín?"

"They're safe, with the paramedics," he reported, instantly taking you in his embrace. "Ah, fuck, lost sight of yah in this mess, had me worried, girl."

"I'm sorry."

"Nah," he whispered, caressing the back of your head, "don't apologize, you ain't do nothin'." He took a breath, keeping you caressed to his shoulder, "Gotta admit, felt a helluva lot better knowin' your man had your six." You pulled back slowly, watching your father sigh and nod at the Twins, admitting, "Thank you for protectin' my daughter, don't know how t'repay yah."

"Wasn't nothin' to it, sir," Tangerine assured, adjusting his suit jacket, "just wanted to protect my woman."

"I saw," he nodded. "You boys okay?"

"Yes, sir," Lemon nodded, Tangerine doing the same.

"Very good... Then I think I owe you an apology," your father told Tan, shocking you - not knowing the last time you ever heard you father admit to an apology.

"Not necessary, sir, I understand," Tan deflected, skin glistening in a thin sheen of sweat, blood dabbed around from the robber's fists, "I'm just relieved your family's safe."

"No, listen, I was wrong," Fallon admitted, "sayin' all that shit to you - about you. You know, makin' my assumptions, goin' based on rumors. You've got a bit of a reputation, I was just tryna protect my daughter from gettin' her heart broke." He sighed, shaking his head, "Can protect her from damn near everything - except the complications of her own heart; the woes of a relationship."

"I understand, sir."

"But seein' you tonight, fightin' for her, fightin' to get back to her... I was wrong," Fallon sighed, offering his hand. When Tan shook it, your father offered, "For what it's worth, you've got my permission to... Continue whatever this is. Any lad willing t'put themselves in harms way for my girl is all right in my books."

"I appreciate that," Tangerine sniffled, meeting your eye and smirking slightly. "Your daughter means a lot t'me, swear I won't make yah regret givin' us your approval."

Fallon sighed, nodding, "Yeah, all right, good. 'Cause she's precious to me, you know? I'll fuckin' gut you if you hurt her."

"I believe it," Tan sighed, a single twinge of nervousness to his tone, "but you don't gotta worry, sir, right, 'cause last thing I want is t'hurt the woman I love. She's precious to me, too."

"Right, good, uh, well... Thank you, both, for helping tonight. Would've been a fuckin' bloodbath without yah."

You frowned, gazing around the marble floors, "Still a bloodbath, ain't it? Half our men are dead, several investors... Daddy, who the fuck were these men?"

"That's what I'm gonna find out," he growled, his surviving personnel taking note of the event-room-turned-battlefield, slowly starting to move bodies. Little known fact: the hotel had an industrial size furnace in the boiler room - somewhere your father could burn bodies without the police being tipped off.

"Th-They said something about a ransom," you told the trio in a trembling tone, "about ransoming me back to you, Daddy. Said you wouldn't pay if I was injured, so they shouldn't rough me up."

"Hey," Tan whispered, pulling you into his side securely, "don't gotta worry 'bout that - know there's nowhere for anyone to hide you that I wouldn't find."

Fallon actually liked that sentiment, watching you nod and for your lover to hold you securely and placing a kiss to your forehead. So, he asked, knowing the answer, "Can I trust you to take care of my daughter, lad?"

"Absolutely."

"Don't make me regret this."

"Not in this lifetime, sir."

"Good. I'll find you lot in the mornin', get gone."

After a brief reunion with your mother and brother, learning they were uninjured and safe, you boyfriend finally opened the door to the hotel room you two had been assigned. Lemon was right next door, and when you entered, your luggage was left on the bed for you both. It was quiet as you both cleaned up and prepared for bed; silent tears trickling down your cheeks, mind replaying the night's events over and over and over... Like a never ending nightmare.

In the shower, you sat on the floor with arms tight around your knees, Tangerine sitting with you as warm water cascaded; cocooning steam around you. Blood washed off in waves of pink, circling the drain; your boyfriend gently massaging your body with a washcloth, discovering a scattering of injury - some still open and weeping. He was forced to blink back tears when your neck revealed a significant bruise; considering it a reminder of his failure to protect you, not knowing you felt the direct opposite and knew, if he hadn't been there, things would've been much, much worse.

When you joined Aaron in bed, the silence continued. Your heads laid on plush, stark white pillows; on your sides to stare at one another with hands clasped together between you. No words were needed, no explanation or thanks necessary, neither feeling the need to speak on what happened that night. Tangerine let go of your one hand, slowly reaching out to caress your cheek and jaw, fingertip tracing soft lines; shuffling closer to rest his cut forehead on yours.

In the dark of the room, over the sounds of the humming air conditioner unit, Tangerine whispered, "I love you, doll."

"I love you, too, Aaron. Thank you for... You know, tonight... All you did."

"You being safe, in my arms, is enough thanks."

"I-I'm glad you were here."

He nodded in agreement, "So am I. Don't know what I'd of done if I wasn't - if I had t'hear about this later... If they had succeeded in snatching you. Might not have been able to forgive myself."

"Good thing we don't have to know." Your eyes danced between his, admitting, "I don't think I want t'go without you, love. I don't think I feel secure unless you're with me."

"Yeah?" He smirked slightly, "That your way of sayin' you wanna spend more time with me?"

"Might be my way of sayin' I wanna spend all my time with you," you whispered, tears glazing your eyes. "And Daddy approves, so we don't have to sneak around anymore, right?"

"Right, get yah all t'myself," Tan agreed softly. "We'll talk in the morning, sweetheart, yeah?" He stretched slightly to peck your lips, encouraging, "Get some rest, Bunny. 'S been a helluva night."

Tangerine made you feel safe, he protected you and killed for you - so while you were unsure how sleep would find you when your mind was plagued with replaying chaotic memories from that evening, you let yourself relax.

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[romish-elf]

I was half-watching Challengers on a recent transatlantic flight, and now this plot bunny has taken up residence in my head, and I have to share before it drives me crazy.

The basic plot: Viggo is a long-time tennis legend, and Orlando is an up-and-coming tennis star with a cocky attitude and a big mouth. They’re slated to play each other in the first round of the US Open, and before the match, Orlando shoots his mouth off to reporters about how Viggo is old, and past it, and should think about retiring from the sport. So, it’s embarrassing for him when Viggo defeats him in straight sets.

Afterwards, he sees Viggo in the changing rooms, and is amazed at how good he looks in just a towel, and Viggo picks up on this. Long story short, they end up doing some naughty things together, and realize there might actually be something between them.

Ofc, they have to keep it on the down low, because Viggo still has a tennis championship to win, and his coach will kill him if he finds out that he’s not 100% focused on his game. Throw in some drama (because what’s fanfic without drama?!), like an old injury re-surfacing, and Viggo almost having to pull out of the competition, only to rally and win in the final game. And then, naturally, he celebrates his victory by kissing Orlando in front of the entire stadium.

If I ever manage to finish my epically long Aralas coffee shop AU, I am totally writing this!

[livi-in-digital-circus]

No need to worry when you have someone who cares about you

My Secret Santa gift one-shot for @michiruxbna! I hope you'll like it <3

Finally, the day came when Caine snapped and decided to make his new adventure adult only, no rabbit rag doll kids allowed. And since Jeager was the oldest of the four, all the responsibility fell on his shoulders.

Ragatha was the only circus member that Ethan became a cuddly bunny next to. With the others, well, it was a different story. Jeager happened to be the main target of his younger brother, along with Ellie and Pomni. Testing his patience was one of Ethan’s favorite things to do when he was bored, and he couldn’t wait for the day when Jeager would yell at him like their mom yelled at their dad.

Before everyone entered the portal to another dimension, Ragatha looked at her children one last time. Owyn sat in the corner, reading a book Gangle had lent him. Ethan was missing, probably getting ready for another prank. And there was Jeager, standing right in front of the portal with Ellie hiding behind his back. Neither of them liked it much when their parents left them with twins, even if they didn’t do much harm. It was just a matter of the closeness they shared. Jeager took care of his sister a lot when she was a baby, so she grew more attached to him than to Owyn and Ethan. The age difference between them and their older brother was small compared to that of Ellie, but it was more than obvious who was the most mature of the bunch.

“Can you promise me that you will take good care of your siblings?�� Ragatha asked Jeager, her digital heart filled with worry. She knew her boys were in their teens, but sometimes she still treated them as if they were her little babies.

Jeager nodded his head. “Of course, Mom. I’ll try my best.”

“Just…” The rag doll started to look around nervously as if searching for someone. “Make sure Ethan and Ellie don’t go at each other again. And call Caine if you need help, but ONLY if the circus is on fire or some uninvited NPC eats one of you.”

“Oh, come on, they’ll be fine. It’s not like we're leaving them with Bubble or anything.” Jax put a hand on his wife’s shoulder. Just like her, he was worried about the safety of their children, but Jax being Jax, he would never admit it. “Right, Jello-Fello?”

“It’s Jeager, Dad…”

“I didn’t name you.” The rabbit shrugged, causing Ragatha to give him a death glare. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“We have to go or Caine will send us to fast food again.” Zooble said, ‘excited’ as always for a new adventure. Jeager could swear he saw his mother’s non-button eye tear up, and he hated it when she cried.

The moment the portal disappeared, the oldest rag bunny let out a sigh. He glanced at Ellie, who was kicking a ball that was lying nearby. It was disturbingly peaceful and quiet for a place like Digital Circus. Jeager knew that Caine could show up at any moment, but usually he spent his free time in his office, creating maps and NPCs for future adventures, or taking Bubble to exclusive places like a spa, an elegant restaurant, or a tennis court.

This day… couldn’t be that bad. Jeager turned to his younger siblings to ask them what they would like to do together when suddenly a loud bang was heard. Ethan ran out of the bedroom area, panting and smiling at the same time.

“What’s up, bros? Having fun doing nothing? Cause I’m sure having fun after shooting that NPC Caine left for us in case Jeager couldn’t handle us.”

“Wait, where did you get a gun?”

“Found it in Dad’s drawer.”

“Seems legit.” Owyn spoke up, his eyes never leaving the pages of the book. It was fascinating how these four were siblings and yet so different. Jaeger turned his attention back to Ellie.

“So, what do you want to do today?”

“A terribly ugly dress for Ethan.” The youngest exclaimed, a mischievous grin on her face. Taking more after Ragatha, Ellie was the sweetest child and Jeager’s personal favorite. They often plotted revenge on the older twin for his pranks and prepared tea parties for all the circus members, including Caine and Bubble.

But even if Jeager didn’t feel alone, and had loving people around him, there was one thought that bothered him a lot.

As brother and sister walked through the halls of Digital Circus, Jeager could feel the nagging uneasiness. All the rooms around him belonged to real human beings, six of whom still lived there, and two of whom were none other than his own parents.

Caine still had trouble figuring out exactly what Jax and Ragatha’s children were. Before Jeager was born, pregnancy was a thing that never happened in the circus. Especially when it came to the humans trapped there. The rag bunnies weren’t exactly NPCs, but they certainly weren’t humans.

Usually, Jeager didn’t even try to think about more serious things, he reacted to every bizarre adventure in a non-dramatic way, having fun and trying to convince the others that it wasn’t so bad. However, like any other teenager, his mentality changed over the years. The twins and Ellie weren’t mature enough to understand some things, but Jeager… he was worried. Worried about what would happen if one day Caine decided to let them all out of the circus. What if he walked through the exit door and appeared in the real world as a completely different person? Or maybe he couldn’t, since he was born in the digital world and had to stay there forever?

Or…

What if he magically disappeared because he simply didn’t exist?

Ragatha often made sure her children were loved equally, giving them everything they needed and wanted, even if she wasn’t sure they were real. Honestly, they couldn’t ask for a better mother. While Jax often got his name wrong and thought he was the same age as the twins, Ragatha styled Jeager’s hair, mended holes in his clothes, helped him with personal problems, and gave him hugs and kisses whenever he needed them.

But that didn’t change the fact that Jeager felt insecure about his own identity.

15 years earlier

An adorable laugh spread throughout the circus as two-year-old rag bunny tickled the tummies of his two newborn brothers. He was fascinated to see such creatures lying on a soft blanket, wearing green onesies. And hearing their squeaky laughter was like music to his bunny ears.

“They’ll have hiccups if you keep tickling them, sweetheart.” Ragatha took Jeager in her arms and gently pressed her lips to his forehead. “I know they’re cute, but they’re living beings, just like you.”

“Mama! Gooo!” Jeager squirmed and tried to push his mother away by kicking her with his little legs. The rag doll just giggled and rubbed her son’s cheek in a soothing way.

“I know you want to be an independent little man, but I’m not letting you go anytime soon. You’ll always be Mama’s sweet baby, no matter how big you get.”

Ragatha stood up and waved to Pomni, who was standing nearby, to let her know that she would be leaving the twins with her for a while. Then she walked toward the exit of the tent, still holding Jeager carefully in her arms.

The baby rag bunny looked around, his curious eyes taking in the surroundings. Finally released from his mother’s embrace, he squealed as soon as his feet touched the surface of the cold Digital Lake. Ragatha grabbed both of his hands to make sure he didn’t run any further into the water and to acclimate him to the temperature of the lake. After a few seconds, Jeager jumped, making the water around him splash, which made him let out a loud laugh of joy. It was his first time doing such a fun activity and he couldn’t help but want more of it.

They stood like this for a few more minutes before Ragatha took a tired Jeager back into her arms. His pants were completely soaked, and the cool wind mixed with the water made his legs frosty. After entering the tent, the rag doll went straight to the bedroom area and then to Jeager’s room. It was filled with toys appropriate for a child of his age and some additional supplies. Ragatha took off his pants and replaced them with dry ones. A yawn escaped the boy’s mouth, and after he was placed in his bed, he closed his sleepy eyes.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.” She kissed him on the forehead for the last time, turned off the light, and left the room.

Jeager couldn’t be more happier.

“Hey Jeager, are you okay?” Ellie tugged on her older brother’s shirt. “You’ve been looking at the wall for a few minutes now, you know?”

Jeager shook his head and snapped out of his trance. He didn’t even notice that they were already in Ellie’s room and that she was preparing needles, thread, and various fabrics. His confusion lasted a few more seconds before he picked up the pin box and smiled mischievously.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s make this the worst dress in the entire digital world.”

In the end, what mattered most was that he had a loving family here and now.

Thanks for reading!

(I made Jeager insecure about his own identity because he's the oldest and has a different mentality than the rest of the kids, I hope you like my interpretation of him :))

[feralxsteddie]

The plot bunny had to be put out of it's misery, Eddie working at a country club au bc why the fuck not

Eddie didn't ask for this summer job. Not once had he clasped his hands together in prayer every night praying to the good Lord to make him a fucking cabana boy or golf cart jockey or whatever he was assigned to do that day.

However he would rather burn his dnd monster manuals than tell his uncle Wayne he was ever ungrateful for anything he gave him, whether he liked it or not. Every time he felt like pulling his hair out and storming out of the place, he'd just remind himself that Wayne's work buddy 'knew a guy that could get him a pretty good summer gig, they're hiring a ton of people and could put in a good word for ya'- and he didn't want to make make a poor showing on Wayne's behalf, who had the work ethic of a damn horse.

So here he stood in the lobby of Sandalwood Ranch , or as it was known to the more nosy patrons and their friends of the country club, 'scandalwood'. Dressed in stiff khaki shorts and a white uniform polo, at least they didn't give too much of a stink about his rings, left him a little bit of personalization, it also helped that the guy Wayne knew was apparently the general manager of the staffing. 4 days out of the week he would be driving golf carts, chatting it up with patrons who saw him as a novelty while they played their course. Sometimes he'd be manning a drink cart, those were pretty good days , at least the tips were good.

On his second week there he ran into Robin Buckley from school, fellow lower class associate also working at Indiana's biggest country club. She usually was stuck cleaning locker rooms or fetching drinks for people in the lounge, they'd give each other a knowing nod in passing and on days they were put together on a shift they could find things to talk about to make the time go by. There was a certain bond between them, of which they found out was a queer one after one day catching each other eyeing a certain couple walking through the tennis courts .

Eddie was busying himself with folding towels and stocking them in the bin, while Robin was leaning over the counter of the service cart they were in charge of today, head in her hands with a dazed look in her eye. Eddie followed the eyeline and landed on no one other than Steve Harrington, which he wasn't surprised to see- and Nancy Wheeler, a little more surprised but still she fit in well enough.

The preppy couple stood there in their almost matching tennis outfits, like they were on set for an issue of Sports illustrated. Eddie, as loath he was to admit it, was one of the many poor souls in Hawkins that found Harrington attractive.

A tiny crush that started during a shared gym class years ago, dodgeball as he remembers fondly, getting beamed in the head by a textured red rubber ball lobbed by one of the burlier jocks sure did rattle his brain for a second. While he was shaking off the fuzz balls that lingered in the corners of his vision he opened his eyes to Steve standing over him ,with a hand held out, because no only was he already alarmingly handsome and charming for his age he could also show great sportsmanship in the form of pulling up a gangly limbed Munson from the floor and helping him dust of his shoulders. Even had the damn sense to tell the coach he should be excused to go to the nurses office to make sure he didn't have a concussion. After handing him an ice pack wrapped in a flimsy paper towel Harrington apologized on behalf of his apparent friend, then with a sheepish grin told him to take it easy and sauntered out of the office after doing his good deed of the day. It was infuriating, and because Eddie had many issues that he wouldn't ever address, held that flame to this day.

As if on cue a coordinated sigh punched out of both Eddie and Robin, upon hearing the other's exasperation they turned to each other with mirrored eyebrow ticks.

"You?" Robin mumbled quietly as she looked down, suddenly very on task in wiping down the countertop. Eddie dropped his towel into the bin and shouldered his way next to Robin tapping her elbow with his own.

"Steve, right? Yeah I get it, as if the girls swooning as he walks past the lockers isn't evidence enough that everyone is obsessed with him-"

Robin cut him off before he could ramble out something ridiculous. "Right, yeah Steve sure- and Nancy?" She looked at him with a sort of spark in his eye, a million unspoken questions shooting off between them like electric signals. Maybe this was their thing now, the universe put the two only gay kids in Hawkins together so they could gawk over the rich pretty kids together in some sort of poor man solidarity.

"I mean, yeah I didn't think this was her kind of scene but I guess she's here with Harrington. I thought they broke up though."

"I thought so too, I guess not even the smartest kid in Hawkins high is immune to the Harrington charm" Eddie replied, the couple in question had fully turned around now, back to the tennis courts and in the direction of the service cart. Robin checked Eddie in the shoulder and it was undeniable the intention of her next words. "Guess nerds are just Harrington's type, huh?" Eddie stared her down, and she gave him a once over , tilting her head in question. With his face scrunched up in tentative concern he nodded. She nodded, just then both of their postures relaxed by a significant amount.

Well. That was that.

After that mini revelation they turned back to watch the pair. They were still too far to tell but Wheeler had to have pointed in their direction, and told Harrington something that made him laugh. Suddenly they were walking in sync toward the cart, toward the two employees who were most certainly not doing their jobs right now.

"Hey! I thought you two looked familiar!" Steve flashed a megawatt smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Eddie suddenly felt a little like a mouse being carried toward a den of very, hungry snakes. Nancy caught up to him, her dainty hands wringing over the handle of her racket, eyes locked onto a now very pink cheeked Robin.

Eddie adjusted the visor on his head, planting his hands on the counter and leaning toward the two in front of them. "Aye, King Steve and Lady Nancy. We- " Eddie tapped his name tag and Robin's in respective order, to which the other girl swatted his hand away with a huff. "Are at your service, how may we assist you today?" He ended with a flourish of his hands, presenting the cart filled with towels and water bottles. Steve gave him a contemplating look, leaned down to whisper something to Nancy who seemed to shrug in reply, tight lipped smile unwavering.

"Well if you're offering, we were wondering if you two were up for a match. We were planning to play doubles but our friends ditched us after lunch. How about it Munson? Buckley?"

–

Thirty minutes later, Eddie was on a tennis court, holding a rental racket trying his damnedest to not stare at Steve's impressive behind as across the court Nancy was setting up a serve.

[pearlypairings]

2, 27, and 38 for the ask game pls!

2.     Are you a pantser or plotter?

I would say pantser like 75% of the time! Once I start writing whatever plot bunny inspired me, I definitely jot down future plot points and where I see the story going, but it's very general bullet points. Whenever I've tried to be a more detailed planner, I've found it kills my creativity and motivation to continue. For better or for worse lol

27.  Favourite line/scene

From my recent steve x chrissy fic, I really liked this little steve moment to characterize how sweet he was with kids:

Chrissy rolled her eyes. Of course, Harrington charm, right? “And why would the club’s head of maintenance give Steve Harrington anything ?”  “Because Steve Harrington used to sneak away from his tennis lessons and play with her son all the time. Maria’s babysitter would cancel at the last minute, she'd have no choice but to bring the little tot and hide him somewhere on the grounds.” He swung the set of keys around his pointer, looping it through the air. “Not only did I not tattle, but I kept an eye on that funny, little rugrat for her. I'll have you know he was a big fan of my elephant impression.”

38.  Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

There's no real reason for it, but I honestly really didn't like Fred from ST. I think his insistence on trying to insult nancy's relationship and sort of weasel his way into her strained conflict with jonathan gave me the immediate ick! So perhaps unfairly, the idea to make like a creepy stalker background fic for Fred's character arc in the vecna universe definitely comes to mind when I think of weird plot bunnies that have hopped around from time to time lmao.

ask me something else:)

[valshi]

I guess I'll share on here. I've gone and jumped headfirst back into writing. Last time I wrote anything it was back on Quizilla of all things though, so I'm ungodly rusty.

I was kinda just re-watching GX when the inspiration hit me to basically revive an old story I was writing back then that was a Jaden/Judai Yuki x reader style fic. So this is kinda a love letter to myself when I was younger, in a way? Kinda going with the idea of writing what I'd have loved to stumble upon and read way back then. I use the dub names as that was what I grew up and mostly remember, even though now I've watched sub too. Read more to see me ramble a bit more about what I've done already lol.

I aged them up a small bit, and I'm adjusting a lot of aspects of the school to squeeze in other things I want to change for my own dumb plotbunnies. Like, making it 4 years instead of 3 so I can move Alexis/Asuka up to year 2 while not having her disappear early.

And for uniforms I want more than just Obelisk having their special design, so I messed around with that a lil... Mostly because I wanted reader's to be special, but also because other characters I added also have their own options. Later on in the anime people show up with altered outfits so I kinda just rolled that into making it part of the whole deal lol

Plus, girls are in EVERY dorm instead of just Obelisk because otherwise that felt a bit like "girls can't be in the less cared for dorms they have to be in the fancy one only hurrrrr". Or thats how I always took it LOL. Maybe I'm weird haha...

And fleshing out some of the school clubs, or at least the existence of them? They had a whole episode for tennis, and some baseball so clearly they have sports n stuff. Well, and because in the middle of chapter 2 I decided I wanted to have reader-chan be in a newspaper club and found some more plot bunnies hiding under that idea LOL

Made a couple of additional characters, and tbh I'm already in love with the 3 of them in their own ways. They're still developing in my mind but I love them dearly. I'm not sure if I'm going to add them much into the major story beats from the anime yet, time will tell ~

and thats kinda it, idk I wanted to ramble about it a little without adding lots of notes all over my actual story on ao3 ~

[serve-cunt]

I feel the need to yap across platforms… tennis AU is sublime beautiful lovely wonderful big brained my goodness it was a delight. thank you again for writing it — wiz

THANKK YOUUUUUU that's so nice I feel a little crazy about it .. haven't looked at it since publishing chapter 11 because when I read any of it back my brain starts spinning in the universe again & i'm like "oh but if I just add on THIS lil tidbit" .... and I need to tackle like. ten other plot bunnies first LOLL

gah anyway thank you!!! this is so so soso sweet I hope you're having the best night xx

[littlewalken]

Tain's show trial plot bunny

Enabran Tain lives to see Cardassia and The Dominion join and he immediately regains his position as the head of the Obsidian Order because He Knows Things and he and Dukat argue over who hates Garak more.

So instead of instantly putting Garak to death, Tain says let's have an old fashioned televised show trial because it will be good for Cardassian moral and will let The Dominion show everyone what will happen if they step out of line.

Of course Garak is guilty but it's guilty of what? Tain mostly sits back and does nothing as Garak is tried, only Dr Bashir and perhaps Odo are character witnesses. Weyoun excuses anything positive Odo might say because he's a god and he has his reasons.

Finally a Jem'Hadar firing squad comes in to blast Garak, they circle him not knowing which one has the live round and fire. Garak is hit, collapses to Dukat's joy, then melts in to a pile of changeling goo.

The Jem'Hardar are ready to terminate themselves and Weyoun is horrified. Gul Dukat is at a loss for words.

Tain says he always knew that Garak was a changeling. Makes up a story about saving it's life in his younger days, being enlightened to the glory of the Founders, and helping create the cover of Garak so the changeling might see some of what was left of the greatness of Cardassia.

This was all a ploy to show that Dukat was the villain and did not really want to become part of The Dominion. Now his trial will begin.

Meanwhile the real Garak, possibly altered to look human, starts his new life on Deep Space Nine as a gardener who plays tennis with Dr Bashir.

And Tain still hates him.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Jujustu Kaisen OC

I was re-watching Jujutsu Kaisen and it sparked my creative braincells again, so here's a new oc

"Where flowers bloom, so does hope."

Name: Mayumi Fujisaki

Nicknames: Princess, Bunny, Petal (all by Megumi). Little Bunny, Thumper.

Age & Birthday: 15, April, 21, 2002

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Alignment: Neutral good

Habits:

Mayumi's nose twitches when something bothers her.

She taps her foot when she's nervous

Mayumi stress bakes and eats.

Mayumi sings in the shower

Whenever she sees something cute and not on a mission, she wanders off.

Blood type: A+

Mental condition: Healthy

Birthplace: Tokyo

Occupation: Student, Jujutsu Sorcerer

Grade: 2

Relationship status: Dating

Appearance: Mayumi has mid-length mauve hair tied into twin tails and fringe bangs, lime green doll-like eyes with long lashes and porcelain skin. She always wear moon dangle earring on her right her and a star on her left and black heart choker. She stands 148 cm.

Clothes: Her uniform consist of a gray half-sleeve shirt underneath is her school uniform styled into a short overall romper and black tennis shoes.

Personality: Mayumi is shown as being a quiet, honest, kind, compassionate, and extremely peaceful young woman who adores all types of flora and greenery. Mayumi, the group's healer, is skilled in brewing and producing treatments and medications from the uses of her plants because she enjoys experimenting with them. Mayumi has a great connection to nature because of her kind and compassionate character, and she enjoys being of service to others. She is revealed to have a sympathetic disposition to the extent that, when her friends or plants are in trouble, she would respond to them intuitively.

She's romantic at heart, often playing matchmaker for her sisters and sometimes for her friends. Mayumi is also very affectionate and loves to be near loved one's and spend time with them. Mayumi is constantly considerate of others, despite her tendency to be bashful and quickly agitated.

However, Mayumi is also possessive and jealous, especially if there is a person who actively tries to interfere with her relationship with Megumi. This mostly stems from her looking younger than she is.

Mayumi, on the other hand, will show no mercy in the face of curses, instead expressing such feelings in a harsh tone despite her sweet and supposedly innocent attitude. She exemplifies a tremendous deal of commitment to her fellow sorcerers. She is adamant enough to fight again even though she was knocked unconscious in the middle of the bout. Mayumi also exhibits a strong sense of family loyalty and tenacity.

Hobbies: Reading, gardening, listening to movies, watching movies, playing mystery games, creating home remedies, experimenting on different plants.

Likes: Megumi, her friends and family, Megumi's shikigami, reading, music, gardening, gymnastics (both artistic and rhythmic), karate, horror and mystery games, goofing with her friends, hot springs and baths, bubble tea, ice skating, teasing Megumi, shoujo and shonen animes, creating home remedies from plants, flower crowns, tea, anything about romance.

Dislikes: Her loved ones in danger, being compared or mistaken for a child, sexist, misogynists, cheaters, unable to protect others, her sister being overprotective and overbearing, being labeled as a damsel in distress, movies with bad or too cliché plots, being treated as a prize, creepers and perverts, people ruining her garden and research, the Zenin clan, people forcing Megumi do thing he doesn't want.

Abilities: Evergreen Paradise

Weapons: Crescent moons (Two tessens)

Description of ability: Mayumi can summon and grow all kinds of flora. It's similar to Disaster Plants except she uses flowers and vines instead of wood.

Immense Cursed Energy: Even though she isn't of the special grade level, Mayumi has a lot of cursed energy. She continually summons plants for both offensive and protection, and when fighting, she also fortifies her body with cursed energy. Due to her size, she trained her body to handle excessive curse energy as she uses to control the flora around her.

Vines: She mainly uses vines for defensive moves such as creating barriers, entangling opponents, and supporting heavy objects.

Pollen: She often uses pollen as forms of distraction such as smokescreens or pollen fogs. It can also be utilize as bombs and blasts.

Briar cage: Mayumi forms a thicket of briar that traps the opponent or retrains them.

Flowers: Mayumi's signature. She can use her cursed energy make petals, stems, pollen, and other flower components grow and bloom, move and attack, modify flowers by changing their DNA structure, and resurrect wilted or dead flowers. The flowers are used all kind of offensive attacks such as firing petals akin to bullets,

Sweet Scent: She uses the flower's fragrance as mean of distraction of lowering her opponent's guard.

Harvest: Mayumi is capable of growing fruits and vegetables at rapid pace.

Domain Expansion: Garden of Eden: A domain that covers the entire area with vegetation and blooming flowers. The fragrance the area slowly saps the opponent's desire to fight and as they finally weaken, flora start to grow within their body until they're one with the domain.

Strengths: Enhanced athleticism, tessen proficiency, knowledge on flora, gymnastics, cooking, baking, karate.

Immunities: She's immune to all kinds of poison.

Enrollment method: Her sister's recommendation.

Favorite food: Desserts and cold soba.

Least favorite food: Natto

Cause of stress: Lolicons

[playingwiththetennisgrownups]

i wish you would write a fic where carlos falls first but jannik falls harder

oooh that does sound fun, yes.

Something like... the first time they play on the ATP tour after Alicante, Paris 2021 and Carlos realising that kinda cute gangly dorky teen he played is growing up into an incredibly hot, lean, long-limbed, did he mention fucking hot young man.

[saving-word-crawls]

Velociraptor Word Crawl

By: Jocey

This is a crawl to capture a Velociraptor. I thought we needed this in light of all the talk about Velociraptors. I tried to keep this a short word crawl that can hopefully be accomplished in a day. I am open to suggestions. If there is something you think I should add, let me know. Hope you all enjoy!

You sitting in your local write-in with some other fellow wrimos. It is a pleasant day. The lovely sounds of keyboard patter clatter fills the air. Write 100 words as you warm up your own keyboard. You feel all nice and warmed up. It is time to get… BAM! The room falls silent after the deafening noise. You and everyone else look up. BAM! The entry doors to the room go flying to the ground. To your disbelief a Velociraptor walks through the door, glancing around the whole room while sniffing the air. People start screaming and running to the other exits. What do you do?

1. Run! Sprint to the next 100 while you run for cover 2. Hide behind the bookshelf! Do a 5-minute word war as you wait it out. 3. Fight! For the Adventure! Do a 3-digit Challenge while you look for things to throw.

“Hey!” A fellow wrimo yells out to you. He gestures you to follow him. The Velociraptor is charging behind you. You follow this person through the various shelves and through another door. You both run down the hall, hearing the monster running behind you. As you turn the corner, he pulls you into a closet and closes the door. You both keep silent as you hear the Velociraptor run past you and down the hall. You let out a sigh of relief. Write die roll x 10 words as you catch your breath.

“You can call me Jay.” The man reaches a hand out to shake yours. “I am terribly sorry about this all. That Velociraptor is sort of my fault.” He turns and starts going through the closet looking for supplies. “I had heard this year of a Velociraptor Badge for nanowrimo. I thought if I could capture one then maybe we could get answers to what this is all about. The best way to capture one is to summon it here, right? I was still setting up the traps when I accidentally knocked over my device. The jolt caused it to set off. I need your help!”

Write to the nearest 1k as you debate whether you risk your life and help this guy or not.

“To capture the creature we will need to lure it to the trap I set up. It is a device in the other room. It’s job is to shrink the Velociraptor to the size of a tennis ball. Then we can place it into a large gun I have designed. When they are shot out they will turn to their normal size in mid-air. Do you have any ideas on bait?”

A. Use Plot Bunnies for Bait B. Use Yourself as Bait

Path A: “Plot bunnies?” The man smiles wickedly. “Why that is an amazing idea! Go collect the bunnies and I will finish setting up the device. Meet me at the device when you are done.” Complete the most recent post in Write ‘X’ word if… 22 while you run around collecting cute fluffy plot bunnies to feed the Velociraptor. Your arms are full of plot bunnies when you start hearing large footsteps behind you. You can hear the clanking of his nails on the floor and your heart skips a beat knowing what is coming. You dare to glance behind you. Three Velociraptors are coming down the hall behind you. Holding the bunnies you start running quickly to the trap. Write for 3 minutes as you run! You dart in the room. Jay is standing behind the device. You trip on a wire and fall. The plot bunnies tumble out of your arms. You quickly get to your feet and hide behind the device with Jay. Skip to the end.

Path B: “Are you really sure that you want to risk yourself as bait?” Jay weight the moral implications of letting you do such a thing. “Well, it is brave and maybe that is the key.” He hands you a mop stick and a trash can lid so you can draw attention to yourself. “I will be waiting at the trap. Once you get the Velociraptor’s attention, run. Do not hesitate at all, just run. Once they enter the circle taped on the floor then I will engaged the device.” He gives you a concerned smile, “Be careful.” Complete a Song Sprint while you make a lot of noise. (Either pick your own song or choose one from the Song Sprint Forum 5.) Your banging does not take a lot of time to draw some attention. You see a flash of a tail through the hallway in front of you. Soon three velociraptors come running down the hall. You do not hesitate. You run screaming down the hall to the trap room. You did not realize how far from the room you had gone. Write for 5 minutes as you run. You stumble into the room. From all the noise you made, Jay is ready. You dart on the other side of the room just in time for him to see them behind you. Skip to the end

The End: “There are three of them?!? That makes it a Fibonacci!” Jay yells in giddy surprise. You hold your breath as you wait for them to get into the circle taped out on the floor. As the fibonacci enter the circle Jay presses the button. There is a flash of light that engulfs the velociraptors. As the light fades away you see that they have shrunk down to the size of sparrows. You walk closer to inspect them. They jump up and down near your face snapping their jaws. “Be careful!” Jay warns as he walks over. “They might be small but they can still bite your finger clean off!” He grabs them by the necks and places them one by one in their own hamster balls. They make quite the image as they go rolling around the room. Write 100 words as you celebrate! “Thank you for your help! I could not have done it without you!” Jay smiles in appreciation.

(No Plot bunnies were harmed in the making of this crawl)

[my-weird-news]

10 Crazy Luxurious Celebrity Villas

Rich People's Homes: A Comedy of Excess 🏰 So, you're telling me that Jon Bon Jovi's idea of a "humble abode" is basically a castle? Move over, Kenny's dilapidated abode from "South Park." This mansion has probably got its own moat and drawbridge, ready to fend off intruders with style. I can just picture Jon strumming his guitar in his grand hall while humming "Livin' on a Prayer," surrounded by suits of armor. 🏰🎸 And then we've got Aaron Spelling in Los Angeles, proving that if you're going to have a villa, it might as well be the size of a small country. This dude's place is so massive that it could have its own gravitational pull. A swimming pool? Pssh, child's play. How about a gym, a bowling alley, a skating rink – because what else would complete the holy trinity of extravagance? 🎳⛸️🎾 Speaking of extravagant, let's talk Hugh Hefner. The guy throws parties that put even the wildest frat shindigs to shame. But really, who wouldn't want to attend a soirée surrounded by Playboy bunnies and Stan Lee doppelgängers? It's like a comic-con for the cool and suave. Bunny ears as the dress code – you've got my attention. 🐰🎉 Jerry Seinfeld's Hamptons home is the stuff of sitcom legends. The man loves baseball so much, he decided to build his own field right in his backyard. And why not? He's probably got enough "Seinfeld" royalties to afford a diamond-encrusted mitt. But seriously, why do rich folks feel the need to turn their homes into mini amusement parks? Maybe they're secretly training for the next episode of "Cribs." ⚾🏠 Conan O'Brien drops a casual $20 million on a mansion, and it's... decent? I mean, come on, Conan, where's the skating rink? The bowling alley? At least throw in a trampoline room for good measure. It's like he's slacking in the millionaire's mansion competition. Though, I do wonder if he's got a hidden treasure chest filled with oversized ginger wigs. 🎤🏰 Taylor Swift's Watch Hill mansion in Rhode Island is the epitome of charm. She snagged that gem for $15 million, and honestly, it's the perfect location for her next heartbreak ballad. But compared to Conan's "meh" mansion, she's basically living in a fairytale. Maybe she's secretly plotting to turn it into a real-life setting for her next music video – starring herself, of course. 🎶🏡 Now, onto the Smith family in Malibu. Reports claim their house is so massive, it has its own zip code. I can just imagine them telling people, "Yeah, just take a left at the basketball court, make a right at the tennis court, and if you hit the jumbo-sized swimming pool, you've gone too far." It's like navigating a theme park, but with better security. 🏀🎾🏊‍♂️ Arnold Schwarzenegger's California mansion is apparently up for grabs at a modest $23.5 million. I mean, that's just pocket change, right? If I had that kind of cash lying around, I'd be tossing it at Arnie's place faster than you can say "I'll be back." Maybe I'll find the Terminator chilling in the kitchen, blending protein shakes and offering sage life advice. 🤖💰 Michael Jordan's mansion is the stuff of legend, boasting 17 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. I guess when you're the GOAT, you need an entire wing dedicated to bathroom options. And a garage that could house a small car dealership? That's just Jordan showing off. I bet he dribbles basketballs into the garage just to see how far they bounce. 🏀🚗 And let's not forget about Billy Joel. He's got a Mediterranean-style abode with a 60-car garage. Sixty cars? I can barely fit my bicycle in my garage without tripping over it. But hey, if I ever need a place to park my unicycle collection, I'll know who to call. Maybe Billy hosts garage sales where you can buy a mansion just to get the free car garage. 🏰🚗 In the grand comedy of rich people's homes, it's clear that excess is the name of the game. Who needs a modest abode when you can have your own kingdom complete with bunny-eared parties, zip codes, and enough bathrooms to host a royal parade? 🎉🏰👑# Rich People's Homes: A Comedy of Excess 🏰 So, you're telling me that Jon Bon Jovi's idea of a "humble abode" is basically a castle? Move over, Kenny's dilapidated abode from "South Park." This mansion has probably got its own moat and drawbridge, ready to fend off intruders with style. I can just picture Jon strumming his guitar in his grand hall while humming "Livin' on a Prayer," surrounded by suits of armor. 🏰🎸 And then we've got Aaron Spelling in Los Angeles, proving that if you're going to have a villa, it might as well be the size of a small country. This dude's place is so massive that it could have its own gravitational pull. A swimming pool? Pssh, child's play. How about a gym, a bowling alley, a skating rink – because what else would complete the holy trinity of extravagance? 🎳⛸️🎾 Speaking of extravagant, let's talk Hugh Hefner. The guy throws parties that put even the wildest frat shindigs to shame. But really, who wouldn't want to attend a soirée surrounded by Playboy bunnies and Stan Lee doppelgängers? It's like a comic-con for the cool and suave. Bunny ears as the dress code – you've got my attention. 🐰🎉 Jerry Seinfeld's Hamptons home is the stuff of sitcom legends. The man loves baseball so much, he decided to build his own field right in his backyard. And why not? He's probably got enough "Seinfeld" royalties to afford a diamond-encrusted mitt. But seriously, why do rich folks feel the need to turn their homes into mini amusement parks? Maybe they're secretly training for the next episode of "Cribs." ⚾🏠 Conan O'Brien drops a casual $20 million on a mansion, and it's... decent? I mean, come on, Conan, where's the skating rink? The bowling alley? At least throw in a trampoline room for good measure. It's like he's slacking in the millionaire's mansion competition. Though, I do wonder if he's got a hidden treasure chest filled with oversized ginger wigs. 🎤🏰 Taylor Swift's Watch Hill mansion in Rhode Island is the epitome of charm. She snagged that gem for $15 million, and honestly, it's the perfect location for her next heartbreak ballad. But compared to Conan's "meh" mansion, she's basically living in a fairytale. Maybe she's secretly plotting to turn it into a real-life setting for her next music video – starring herself, of course. 🎶🏡 Now, onto the Smith family in Malibu. Reports claim their house is so massive, it has its own zip code. I can just imagine them telling people, "Yeah, just take a left at the basketball court, make a right at the tennis court, and if you hit the jumbo-sized swimming pool, you've gone too far." It's like navigating a theme park, but with better security. 🏀🎾🏊‍♂️ Arnold Schwarzenegger's California mansion is apparently up for grabs at a modest $23.5 million. I mean, that's just pocket change, right? If I had that kind of cash lying around, I'd be tossing it at Arnie's place faster than you can say "I'll be back." Maybe I'll find the Terminator chilling in the kitchen, blending protein shakes and offering sage life advice. 🤖💰 Michael Jordan's mansion is the stuff of legend, boasting 17 bathrooms and 9 bedrooms. I guess when you're the GOAT, you need an entire wing dedicated to bathroom options. And a garage that could house a small car dealership? That's just Jordan showing off. I bet he dribbles basketballs into the garage just to see how far they bounce. 🏀🚗 And let's not forget about Billy Joel. He's got a Mediterranean-style abode with a 60-car garage. Sixty cars? I can barely fit my bicycle in my garage without tripping over it. But hey, if I ever need a place to park my unicycle collection, I'll know who to call. Maybe Billy hosts garage sales where you can buy a mansion just to get the free car garage. 🏰🚗 In the grand comedy of rich people's homes, it's clear that excess is the name of the game. Who needs a modest abode when you can have your own kingdom complete with bunny-eared parties, zip codes, and enough bathrooms to host a royal parade? 🎉🏰👑 Read the full article

[hawopro]

ok but consider ZZ&QC brotp

for @zaskiaz <3

[wangxianficfinder]

Modern Cultivation / Modern with magic 

~*~

living in my memory/living in my mouth by tardigradeschool (T, 32k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, reincarnation, college/university au, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, light angst, nightmares, epistolary, pining, friends to lovers)

I feel like I win when I lose by so_shhy (T, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sports, basically written as the ATP tennis finals, but with extra swords, Getting Together, [Podfic] I feel like I win when I lose by sisi_rambles)

💖 sudden nature series by everbrighter (M, 97k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, 5+1, family feels, parenthood, teenage rebellion, past character death, resurrection, pining, domestic fluff, angst, happy ending)

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, competence kink, YLLZ WWX)

this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending)

in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes (M, 13k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, [Podfic of] in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by exmanhater)

bring you home by Alasse_Irena (T, 27k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, selkies, pre-slash)

💖 in the water grass, in the green by nerdzeword & twigofwillow (G, 25k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, river spirit LWJ, witch WWX, illness, gardening, tea)

结局难更改 (the ending is hard to change) Series by PorcupineGirl (G, 50k, WangXian, Time Travel, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators AU, Canon Divergence, Time Traveler Wei Wuxian, Reincarnation)

💖 Thirty-three Lashes by Winglesss (E, 56k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, canon temporary character death, immorality, reincarnation, case fic, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, nightmares, ghosts, curses, pining, slow burn, guilt, self-hatred, major character injury)

a garden in your ribcage by puddingcatbeans (G, 13k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, soft witches au, developing relationship)

❤️ start getting real by azurewaxwing (T, 21k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Reality TV, POV Outsider, Golden Core Reveal, (sort of), Appropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Silencing Spell, Getting Together)

the heart of a bear by sasamelons (T, 17k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, friends to lovers, accidental marriage, time travel, fluff & angst, happy ending, getting together, pining, emotional baggage, case fic)

A Curse of a Different Color by nickel710 (G, 35k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Modern Cultivation, Curses, Curse Breaking, Asexual polyamory, Repressed LWJ, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drunk LWJ, Falling In Love, WWX Being an Idiot, Bunnies, Non-explicit vomit, Anxiety)

The Jade Chamber by raitala (E, 18k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, pining, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, getting together, trapped together, there’s only one bed, light bondage, masturbation, oral sex, emotional baggage, ghosts)

swinger of birches by astronicht (M, 23k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, Practical Magic au, grief/mourning, canonical character death, angst w/ happy ending, witches, necromancy)

This Tornado Loves You by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 8k, WangXian, Horror, modern cultivation au, Pizza Hut, Humor, Mistaken Identity, Modern with Magic)

you by sami (T, 6k, WangXian, Background Relationships, Shapeshifters, But Not Everyone, Accidental Baby Acquisition, very little plot just vibes, Modern with Magic)

your petals that bloom in the snow by lulu_kitty (T, 10k, wangxian, modern cultivation, cloud recesses study arc, skaterboy WWX, everyone lives au)

everybody’s bones are just hollow branches by bee_knife (DisasterBiAlert) (E, 6k, wangxian, modern cultivation, empathy, ghosts, hurt/comfort, smut, happy ending)

another world behind the tide by northofallmusic (tofsla) (E, 8k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, both real and metaphorical oceans, sex in a cave, minor injuries, curses)

those who walk there by yukla (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, angst w/ happy ending, spirit WWX)

lemon morning in a wash of rain by curiositea (E, 26k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, modern cultivation, major character death,  angst w/ happy ending, grief/mourning, anxiety, depression, canonical temporary character death, dub con, slice of life, explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones)

the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, modern cultivation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Sort Of, Getting Together, Confessions)

Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, WangXian, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, modern cultivator au, Case Fic, LWJ's canonically big dick, Mutual Pining)

🧡 The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, NMJ Lives, Reincarnation, Modern AU, The Old Guard AU, Team Unbury Your Gays, LITERALLY, Temporary Character Death)

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, lesbian wq right Music, Orchestra, platonic and romantic pining, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

and so my heart beats wildly Series by lily_winterwood (E, 127k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, Competition-Set Fic, Multimedia, Miscommunication, frenemies to lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn, Seemingly One-sided But Actually Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, Competitive Cultivation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Olympics, Inappropriate use of an Olympic gold medal, Breathplay, Rough Sex, Food Porn, Switching, Bottom LWJ, Social Media, Worldbuilding Bonuses)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, [Podfic] One Good Thing by jellyfishfire)

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

the journey is far from over Series by thelastdboy (M/E, 164k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Madam Lán Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Slow Burn, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Lives, Mental Health Issues, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Single Parent WWX, Selectively Mute LWJ, Eventual Smut, Light Dom/sub, LWJ & MM Friendship, Modern AU but not too modern™, mlm/wlw solidarity, Wēn Remnants Live, LWJ saves the Wēn Remnants, LWJ's Punishment, Neurodivergent LWJ, Stimming)

leave sooner, drive slower, live longer. Series by thelastdboy (M, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV LWJ, Character Study, Coming of Age, Past Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Neurodiversity, Autism Spectrum, Situational Mutism, modern cultivation au, Hurt No Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Aftermath of a Natural Disaster, Cultivation World Politics, Slow Burn, Miscommunication, Taxi Driver WWX, Getting Together, Sentient Burial Mounds, Mistaken Identity, No Major Character Death, Names are Magic, Horror Elements, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX Has ADHD, Case Fic)

Tired of the Sunset by julomaiboulomai (M, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Superheroes/Superpowers, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Unreliable Narrator, superhero fights, Major Character Injury, Major Character Undeath, Slow Burn, But also somehow, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, JC-LWJ Mutual Hate Society, Domestic Fluff, Co-Parenting, Making Out, Fade to Black, Brief mentions of suicide, Angst with a Happy Ending, Art Embedded)

Future Cultivation AU Series by Aki_no_hikari (G, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, College/University, Modern with Magic, Reincarnation, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Always Knew You Were Magical by jeyhawk (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Curse Breaking, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation, First Time, Blow Jobs, curse fic, College/University, True Love's Kiss, Attempted self harm under the influence of a curse)

artificial nocturne by idrilka (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Cultivation, First Meetings, Sex Demons, Misunderstandings, First Time, Getting Together, Rimming)

Care and Feeding by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern with Cultivation, Sex Demons, slight dubcon, Hurt/Comfort)

silt, or scurvy series by astronicht (M, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, chronic illness, podfic by raitala)

medium blues by darkterrible (E, 193k, WangXian, Horror, Spooky, Opposites Attract, Fluff and Angst, Gore, Ghosts, Necromancy, Mojo’s post with her review and the author’s original summary—this beloved fic has had a here-again-gone-again history)

🧡 A Study in Fluff by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost bunnies, Vet LWJ, Architect WWX, Kid LSZ, Domestic fluff, Modern with Magic)

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, academia au, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon-typical violence, canon-typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending)

Something at the Door by Pip (Moirail) (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, background 3zun, Background Yi City trio, Intrusive Thoughts, Horror, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Character Death, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mystery, Urban Fantasy)

long have you been alone by martyrsdaughter (E, 56k, wangxian, modern cultivation, amnesia, curses, hanahaki disease, secrets, not actually unrequited love, banter, workplace relationship, light angst, sexual content)

Red Is Just Black Remembering by Zizzani (E, 41k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, ghosts, modern)

Moonlight as My Guide by BromeliadDreams (M, 32k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, academia au, case fic, horror, canon-typical desecration of the dead, grey-ace WWX)

with you, I am home by tellthemstories (M, 47k, wangxian, modern cultivation, fake dating, meeting the family, there was only one bed, casual domesticity, oblivious WWX)

when I look over my shoulder by cafecliche (T, 10k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, exorcist LWJ, medium WWX, vague The Conjuring au, horror elements, pre-relationship, pining, hurt/comfort)

a ghost is just a memory you haven't met yet by ThirtySixSaveFiles (T, 5k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, libraries, curses, fire, brief horror)

please forgive my most passionate disruptions by pumpkinpaix (E, 65k, wanxian, modern w/ magic, stripper/exotic dancers au, strip clubs, stripper WWX, graduate school au, internalized homophobia, repressed LWJ)

most times a wish by impossibletruths (T, 16k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, roommates, getting together, ghosts, pining, curses)

Crossed Wires by stardust_and_sunlight (T, 20k, wangxian, modern cultivation, college/university au, meet-cute)

What We Grew in this Forsaken Place by Admiranda (T, 27k, wangxian, modern cultivation, shapeshifter LWJ, WWX has a fear of dogs, bunny crimes, genius WWX, unexpected pet owner WWX)

Detective, please. by Pitycup_hearts (T, 124k, WangXian, XueXiao, Paranormal, Detectives, paranormal unit, csi, Crime Fighting, Ghosts, Fluff, Angst and Humor, Modern AU, Thrille, rWY doesn't die this time, OOC, plot heavy)

Grandmaster of Demonic Party Games by Trickster_Angel (M, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Crack, Light Angst, Humor, Paranormal, horror, Slow Burn)

Hanlong by micratus (E, 15k, wangxian, modern cultivation, case fic, cloud recesses study arc, slow burn, oblivious WWX, drunken shenanigans, canon-typicak violence, action & romance, eventual smut, reincarnation au, humor, WIP, translation of Ханьлун by Alexandra Kreuz (in russian))

🧡 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 100k, WIP, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

Anonymous Hero by NeverEnoughWangxian (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, POV LSZ, Inadvertently Reuniting Your Boss With His Old Crush/Best Friend, Reunions, Handwavy Detective Work, Handwavy Talismans)

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