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The RIPPLE Verse
Volume 2:
!!BOY GENIUS!! CHAOS THEORY
This takes place after Volume 1âs !!WORDGIRL!! HomeSick
Summary:
Wordgirl announces that sheâll be leaving Fair City for an uncertain amount of time, perhaps a year or so? But she guarantees sheâll be back. Fair City doesn't know how to handle the news they were given.
On the other hand, the villains of the city are thrilled. No Wordgirl to stop them? They can commit as much crime as they please while sheâs gone! Whoâs gonna stop them? KidMath?? Ha! As if. No one can stop them!
So imagine the surprise everyone had the moment a certain Boy Genius stepped in to stop his fellow villains.
Basically:
2 years after WordGirlâs goodbye, Tobey steps in to begrudgingly stop crime on her behalf (and the sake of the city or whatever)
((The Ripple Verse is tagged so if youâre interested in my AU at all đđ you can click it in the post tags and look more into it))
#fanart#alternate universe#fan au#theodore tobey mccallister iii#tobey mccallister iii#tobey wordgirl#wordgirl#wordgirl pbs#becky botsford#becky wordgirl#tobey x becky#becky x tobey#tobey mcallister iii#wordgirl tobey#tobey mccallister#!!BOY GENIUS!! CHAOS THEORY#WORDGIRL The Ripple Verse#The Ripple Verse#The Ripple Verse AU#The Ripple Verse Alternate Universe#WORDGIRL The Ripple Verse AU#wordgirl AU
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cassidy tag dump
#â greet the world with open arms â â ooc; answered#â and there may not be meaning; so find one and seize it â â ooc; memes#â like theseus's ship (we'll fix the busted bits) â â ooc; starter call#â crowned by an overture bold and beyond â â ooc; promos#â still the salt winds blow â â ooc; queue#â throw yourself into the unknown (with pace and a fury defiant) â â threads#â the sky looked white and the water like wine â â aes#â when does a ripple become a tidal wave? â â musings#â more than meets the eye â â visage#â your boldness stands alone among the wreck â â hcs#â i will learn to love the skies i'm under â â home; nyc#â the trees i climbed when i was a child â â home; virginia beach#â hey quick question. how petty am i allowed to be? â â crack/shenanigans#â i could hear the world outside calling me â â interests#as if glass could contain the sea ( relation: thetis )#waters deep to the roots ( relation: francesca grey )#all those questions unasked ( relation: achilles )#v; cause i've seen the line of ocean and shore ( main verse )#v; my time will come ( kronos' army au )#v; living on borrowed time ( battle of manhattan era au )#v; how you will heal and youâll rise above#v; hear those bells ring deep in the soul ( underworld )#v; a long way out to reach the sea ( gen. fantasy )#v; and see life as a means to a triumph ( bronze age )
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Drew it, the tarantula.

Thinking about that one Cap and Peni interaction about Peni not being another Bucky. I think about it because itâd be messed up if that did end up happening⌠welcome to my Ted talk
#marvel rivals#peni parker#poor little meow meow#she doesnât deserve this#spiderman#spider verse#au#winter soldier#sorta?#her prosthetics are in her hands and legs mostly because she lost them to frostbite.#like to think the tampering sort of set off some ripple effect that gave her more of the weird features
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wait idk if iâve sent this twice or not my tumblrâs weird rn and itâs probably ass o clock for u when u receive this BUT HRUUU DEE <3 iâve been curiously wondering if youâve ever had any thoughts abt ignition!verse sunarin.. if yes iâm humbly asking for crumbs âŚâŚ [beggar_meme.jpg]
ignition!verse suna rintarou, street racer au
âthought you said you hated volkswagens.â
suna rintarouâs voice is a warm, amused caress tucked into the curve between your shoulder and neck, a stark contrast to the cool surface of the black hatchback youâre currently pressed up against.
itâs dark outside, quiet save for the sound of gravel shifting beneath sunaâs boots and the stray chitters of insects off in the near distance. Â
âi said i hate pretty boys who drive volkswagens,â you correct him, biting back a breathy gasp at the sensation of his large palms rucking up the skirt of your dress.Â
suna hums, fingers idly snapping the waistband of your panties gently against your hips. âthat really wasnât what it sounded like you were saying when you slid my hand between your legs at that red light, though i guess it was a little hard to hear over the way you started moaningââ
you knew you were going to regret this.
âimagine all the things your hand could have continued doing if you didnât need a gear shift shoved up your ass while youâre drivingââ
he exhales a choked out laugh against your temple, finger tracing a circle around your hip bone.
âsorry, princess. you know, i heard some of those date tech guys like to drive automatic, if thatâs more your thingâŚâ
you shoot him a glare, though thereâs no real heat behind it. âi knew i should have just have let miya give me a ride home.â
he groans, forehead falling against your shoulder as he mutters, âiâm not even going to ask which one, because i donât know whatâs worseâthinking about you getting fucked in a subaru, or a toyota.â
ânow who said iâd let either of those two fuck me?â you ask, delighting in the thin thread of jealousy that weaves its way into his words.Â
sunaâs breath is hot against your collarbone, skin exposed by the thin straps of your sundress. his hands sink a little deeper into the plush skin of your hips, fingers stretching like a cat with the way it gives beneath his touch.Â
âiâve never brought anyone here,â suna murmurs, kissing his way up the side of your neck.
you try to ignore the implication behind his words, like the fact that he brought you to this little lookout above the city is supposed to be romantic.Â
âsounds like something a serial killer would say,â you reply flippantly, ignoring the way your insides quiver as he gets down on his knees and pushes up your dress high enough to expose your stomach, pressing a line of kisses just above the waistband of your underwear.
suna looks up at you, amusement etched clear across his face even in the relative darkness. âi think we both know youâd probably be the one killing me.â
he gently traces his thumb over your clothed slit, and you shudder.
you reach down, fingers threading through his hair and enjoying the way he tilts his head into your touch far more than you should. âbrave of you to drive to your own death.â
panties tugged aside, sunaâs already knuckle deep inside of you as he kisses your inner thigh, eyes focused on the pleasure rippling across your face as he murmurs, âif i die like this, thatâs fine by me.â
#đ inbox#đźđ#RYE MY BELOVED<3<3<3#thank you for asking about this hehehe :')#ignition!verse#suna rintarou#suna rintarou x reader#street racer!suna#dee writes
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Hi! Would like to request a jaehyun/jeno fluff piece inspired by ABBA's "Does Your Mother Know" ? :) Thank you!
does your mother know ? retro!college athlete!jeong yoonoh x female!reader
genres fluff, meet-cute, college!au, pseudo-historical setting (50s-60s) triggers mentions of alcohol ? jaehyun HAS been with other people before you i'm so sorry dear reader i'll kill him for not saving himself for you note ignore the fact i haven't written in months ... this legit was supposed to come out in october but c'est la vie idk . listen along w the song for a better experience :) thank you SO SO SO SO SO x127 much for the request . i'm honored you trust me to execute your ideas properly
Nice nose bridge, sharp jawline, dimples easy to adore: all characteristics that can be used to describe Jeong Yoonoh.
The way that his mother doted on him the minute he was born built a strong foundation for good self-esteem.
Heâs well-versed in the practice of rejecting girls or dating them for just the right duration before breaking up amicably using just the right words. He knows a smile will get him an extra bread roll from the lunch lady and a soft gaze can calm down an enraged team member in denial of his culpability of a foul.
Jaehyun is subtle.
He drops a leaf instead of a pebble to see the ripple effect on the waters. He knows just what he can get away with right before peopleâs eyes and what he has to sneak around for behind their backs.
He would almost say heâs perfected the art, if not for his motherâs tight-knit connections to his university professors.
âJust because youâre on a sports scholarship doesnât mean your grades arenât important, Yoonoh.â
âI know, Mama. Iâm keeping a close eye on them.â Jaehyun pretends not to hear the unsure hum from the woman.
Soft-spoken yet heavy-handed, his mother is an elegant, traditional woman who doesnât tolerate a featherweight of disrespect. And so the sigh caught in his lung escapes as a cough as he does the latches on his suitcase and pulls it off the blue bedsheets.
âThank you for letting me stop by.â He kisses her cheek. âI didnât realize how many things I forgot to pack the first time around until I was actually back in the dorms.â
âDonât thank me yet, son.â Soft, well-moisturized hands that smell of roses pat his cheek, the sly tone of her voice piercing like thorns into his subconscious. âI havenât even told you the good news yet. I got you a tutor.â
ââŚa tutor?â Itâs only half a secondâs worth of a reaction, his eyebrows quickly twitching back to their normal position, but itâs too late. She already saw. âF-For what?â
âYes.â She smiles. âBecause I hear whispers from your brothersââ and other sources ââthat your games have been gathering too much of your focus. Remember you that school with you, donât give them a bad reputation.â
âNo, Mama. I wonât.â Jaehyun feels like a puppet when his arms come up against his will to wrap around his not-so-frail mother. Youâd think after eight children sheâd at least be more gentle.
â
A lettermanâs jacket in the schoolâs lemon green color isnât a rare sight anywhere on campus. Anywhere except the library, that is.
Seeing all of the physics and engineering students hunched over their books in their dreary browns and blacks makes Jaehyun feel like a neon green highlighter. It hangs on the back of his chair not unsimilar to a white, droopy flag of surrender.
Heâs not a particularly bad student. He wouldnât be getting valedictorian, but he does well for himself. There really is no reason for a tutor. Thatâs just silly. He could study with his usual group of friends or a pretty girl he met at an away game. Maybe it wonât be so bad, Jaehyun relents; maybe this study session will turn into a study date with a doll with soft and plush lips.
Mid-daydream, Qian Kun comes huffing and puffing behind until collapsing somehow gracefully in the seat in front of Jaehyun.
âSorry Iâm late, Yoonoh.â He smiles brightly, pushing up his glasses with one of his knuckles before quickly taking out his things from his bag. âOne of my brotherâs cats did its business in one of my shoes, so I had to change shoes but my other brother stole the new ones I planned to wear instead so I had to start a whole new outfit from scratch! And then of course my sister asked for a ride to the basketball game later; I told her Iâd think about it but sheâs just so- well, you know how having siblings is.â
When he looks up it startles Jaehyun. He had been rambling for so long that he felt he was just listening to a radio show.
ââŚyeah. I get it. Donât worry.â He sits up properly, copying the straight manner Kun has all of his pens lined up. âShould we start?â
Qian Kun, the eldest of seven siblings, is the closest thing Jaehyun has to a childhood friend at this stage of his life. The first victim of a rich coupleâs philanthropic streak, heâs the poster child of adoptees, inspiring them to pluck six other children of unfortunate origin like hats off a window display before cruising over to the Middle East after hearing whispers of archaeological prestige.
Jaehyun specifically chose to move into the dorms to get away from the white picket fences and champagne nights at least for a handful of years. However, it seemed he had forgotten that âCoke-Bottle glassesâ Qian Kun became âNeo University pre-med studentâ Qian Kun one year before him.
What a drag⌠Jaehyunâs dream girl with messy hair tied up into a bun with cute little glasses seems to have grown wings and flown far, far away into the same space that America and the USSR are fighting to reach.
âOh, rats!â A snap from Coke-Bottle Glasses brings Jaehyun back to the present.
âIs everything alright?â
âYeah.â He sighs, looking down at the hand-written message taken down by the librarian. She came and left like the wind, sitting in the exact position Jaehyun had seen her in when he entered the library an hour ago. âMy sister called. I told her I had plans but sheâs threatening me to take her to the game tonight otherwise sheâll spill ink on my new Vonnegut. Iâm really sorry, Yoonoh.â
âOh.â Nice. âItâs fine, Kun. I appreciate you setting aside time from your schedule for this. Go ahead.â
âIâll make up for it! I promise. See you around.â
It appears that rushing around is a common sight for Kun, none of the others in the library giving him a second glance at his messy exit.
â
Thereâs a real pretty girl with bright red lipstick who always seems to sit closest to the balcony of the school basketball court's second level. Jaehyun feels the way her eyes follow him, not breaking contact even when he looks back up at her. Rather than blush and look away, heâs met with a wolf-like smile.
He wonders what his neck would look like with her kiss stains left on his skin.
âYou cominâ?â He asks, pushing his damp hair out of his face and landing his hands on his hips. There's a cocky smile escaping the side of his mouth, holding hope that the game wouldn't be his only win of the night.
âWhere?â Her eyes sparkle with a danger that gets his heartbeat back up to the same speed he had during the match.
âParty at my buddyâs place. Youâll like it.â
âI will?â
âYeah.â
âHow do you know that for sure?â
âIâll be there.â
ââŚwhich buddy, captain?â
âJaehyun.â
âHm?â
âThatâs my name, pretty. Use it or I wonât find you the next time we meet.â
Itâs an exhilarating feeling to see her weaken, her grip on the handrail loosen, and her eyes widen. It was only for half a second, but that was more than enough. He already noticed.
âBetter yet, do you already have a ride?â
When she shakes her head, Jaehyun beams.
âCome on, Iâll walk you to my car.â
â
You hate autumn. Youâre freezing in the morning, melting in the afternoon, and rechilled once the sun has set.
Even with your stockings, the breeze of October stabs at your legs and you try your best to ignore the memory of your brother insisting you wear a longer skirt.
âHow long have you been playing?â You ask, trailing a step behind Jaehyun. Bottom lip caught in between your teeth, you keep your thoughts about the new charm you find in him out of his basketball uniform to yourself. His white polo is crisp and you wonder if he ever even gets it dirty.
âA little while,â the upperclassman replies while your eyes wander down to his slacks, tan and elegant. It reminds you of a leather bag your mother brought you from one of her trips. However, the bag has more volume than him. âHow long have you been watching me?â
The sly tone in his voice makes you scoff.
âI havenât been watching you, Iâve been watching the games. The fact that you play them isnât a major factor.â
âYouâre a big basketball fan?â He turns to you, and his dimples draw you in like a whirlpool you have no chance of getting out of.
âHuge.â Youâre sure you look like a klutz; you couldnât take the stars out of your eyes even if you tried. âYou?â
âUh, I dunno.â His head drops to the side, black silky locks falling into his line of sight. âIâve gotten into something new lately.â
âWhatâs that?â Before you even realize it, your hand is coming up to brush his hair back. âYou donât use pomade?â
âNo.â You feel your pulse beat against the palm of his hand when he takes your wrist. âI donât like how it smells. But this new⌠interest of mine. She smells pretty nice.â
Does your body know something you donât know? The way you let yourself be pulled, you feel like youâre soaring through the skies with your feet fully planted on the ground. Tasting crisp mint off Jaehyunâs lips, smelling his scent of musk and pears, feeling the cashmere of his sweater; itâs an overwhelming experience that makes your head spin.
When you separate, you find him just as out of breath as you, painted a pretty shade of red.
âWanna sit down?â
â
The streets youâve walked your whole life look so different through the window of Jaehyunâs red Thunderbird. It makes you feel less like the girl who skipped class to the point you almost repeated your junior year of high school and more like one of the middle-aged women of your neighborhood, riding luxury cars from their childrenâs Ivy League schools to balls and galas by the waterfront.
Youâve kissed boys before. Your first kiss was under the slide of your elementary school with Choi Taeyang from the class next door to yours, and your second with Eric Sohn from your seventh-grade chemistry class. Your brothers call you promiscuous, you call them lonely, lonely children in return. Despite your past experiences, no one has been able to get you wrapped around their finger as fast as Neo Universityâs 77.
âThe car smells like you,â you say once youâve parked, keeping the two of you in your own hidden corner of the world despite a party going full force less than 200 feet away. With your back to the house of flashing lights, all you can see before you is the thick woods through the windshield and the slight halo that glows around Jaehyunâs dark silhouette.
âIs that supposed to be a compliment?â
âYeah. I mean, after the smell of sweat subsides, you smell like a magazine.â
âThe smell of sweat?â He smiles, radiating light still despite the dark. âI smell of sweat?â
âItâs kinda strong.â You scrunch up your nose. âBut I mean, youâre handsome enough for people to ignore it.â
âBut you didnât.â He leans in and you can smell the spearmint of his gum making your nerves go haywire again. âAm I not handsome enough for you?â
âYouâre alright.â You bite down a giggle. âI think Iâm a couple notches higher.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â
ââŚmaybe youâre right,â he replies after his eyes linger a couple of seconds too long on your lips. âAnd I mean, you donât smell like sweat either.â
âYeah.â You shrug and the small movement brushes the tips of your noses together, the sensation tickling and spreading out to the rest of your face. âI mean, I actually shower.â
âYeah, I can tell,â he hums. âYou smell like soap⌠and caramel.â
âCaramel apple.â You bat your lashes.
âAh, yeah. Thatâs the note I was missing.â
âMany do.â
âLots of people get to have you this close?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â
âDonât play with me, girl. You already know I want you.â
With your newly found experience, you gather that the way Jaehyun kisses is hungry yet, at the same time, somehow refined. Heâs slow and gentle but is always prepping you for more, like a slow uphill climb that will soon send you rolling down at light speed.
His lips are smooth from peppermint lip balm and his tongue tastes like spearmint gum. Each and every second of kissing Jeong Jaehyun is chilling like an ice bath that gets all of your adrenaline up in a single second.
Slender fingers are gentle on your jaw when he pulls you away, almost as if he was the one who needed to stop before he couldnât stop himself from doing something he knows he shouldnât do.
âI need a drink.â He sighs. His brown eyes shiver before you as if heâs about to explode if he doesnât leave the stuffy, heated car.
ââŚI think I need some water myself.â
â
Johnny Suh is not a member of any sports team or famed club. Heâs just a simple economics major with lotsâand lotsâof connections. Being Johnny Suhâs friend is gold in social currency. It can get you notes from students who took the class before you, tickets to a sold-out pep rally, and even the name of that one fetching individual you never caught the name of in your 8 a.m. Monday lectures back in the second semester of your first year. Most envied, however, are the invite-only parties at his family cabin.
With surround-sound radios and jukeboxes found only at the types of restaurants men in tailored, pinstripe suits eat at, Johnnyâs cabin parties are objectively seen as the beeâs knees.
âHow did you get in here?â You look around the dimly lit living room, hanging off Jaehyunâs arm. Apparently, somebody partied a little too hard and jacked up the electricity. Lucky for everyone else, that means the icebox needs to be emptied before all the soda gets flat. Unfortunately for everyone else, Mark Lee brought his guitar just in case of a situation like this.
âIâm close with the host, like brothers, you could say.â He guides you into the kitchen, and you see smoke coming out of the hallway that you think leads to the bedrooms. âWhat do you like to drink?â
âJust a soda for me, thanks.â
âJust a soda?â He raises his eyebrows before going to open the icebox. âLucky me, I get a pretty girl to drive me home tonight.â
It seems that Jaehyun knows this place just as well as or better than his own home, handing you your ginger ale, opening it first, and immediately finding the beer opener in a drawer you didnât even realize was a drawer.
âYou donât drink?â
âNo.â You shake your head. âI tried it but it wasnât for me. Besides, my brothers let me get away with a lot of things but alcohol seems to be the line for them.â
âHow come?â
âThey say Iâm too young still, but Kunhang started when he was my age too so I donât know what thatâs all about.â You roll your eyes.
âKunhang?â
âMy brother,â you explain.
âAhâŚâ He nods. âI mightâve gone to school with him. His name sounds familiar.â
âGod, I hope not.â You hide your laugh behind your soda can. âHeâs a total weirdo.â
âYouâre not particularly average either.â He raises his eyebrows at you before taking a sip.
âIâm gonna take that as you mean Iâm an above-average beauty and intellectual.â You glare at him.
âThe beauty part is obvious. I might have to take you out a couple more times to see about the intellectual part.â
âI get good grades. Unlike you, captain.â
âAnd what evidence do you have for that claim?â He pouts like a child facing the grave injustice of not having candy for supper.
âYou canât be handsome and good at sports and be a top student. You have to be a little thick-skulled otherwise the Lord isnât fair,â you tease.
âMaybe I am. Iâm here with you, arenât I?â
You slap at his arm with a groan, Jaehyunâs laugh is heard only for a second before more voices enter the kitchen and drown it out.
âThank God youâre here!â A high-pitched voice calls out.
In the dark, you can only see a messy head of hair being carried on the back of Jung Sungchan.
âJaehyun,â he sighs. âPlease take him. I donât know if heâs drunk or accidentally took something but itâs like a baby turned the size of a grown man.â
âBaby!â The person being carried finally raises their head. You recognize him; he's that guy from your civics class. What was his name again?
âHaechan.â Jaehyun walks up to pat him on the cheek. It reminds you of how he held yours back in the car, but unlike back then, thereâs a force that makes Haechan groan in pain. âStop using Sungchan as a free ride when you donât feel like walking. If youâre tired, go lay down.â
âI donât wannaâŚâ he whines, and you canât help but make a face at the childlike tantrum. âI'm gonna party âtill the sunâs up!â
âNo way. Not while you still live with Mama. You donât know what sheâll do if youâre not home by midnight.â
âIâll just tell her Iâm staying with you for the night!â Haechan rubs his face into Sungchanâs shoulder. The latter looks just as uncomfortable as you amid the conversation, looking around and nodding at you in greeting.
âDrop him, Sungchan. Heâs fine.â
Haechan squeals in the most effeminate way possible. It makes you wonder how he could possibly be related to Jaehyun.
âYouâre so mean, I hate you!â He complains from the floor.
âJust take this Kool-Aid and settle down.â Jaehyun clicks his tongue.
âHi.â Sungchan gets your attention when he raises his hand awkwardly, deciding itâs polite to have a verbal introduction rather than just a nod. âIâm Sungchan.â
âSungchanâs my brotherâs teammate on the soccer team. He also does the job of his babysitter on nights like this.â Jaehyun sighs, slotting back to standing behind you with his hand ghosting over your forearm. It feels like some sort of protective measure against his eccentric brother, but you donât have any mind to voice a complaint.
âI know you!â Haechan points at you, and even in the dark, you can see a spiked Kool-Aid mustache on his top lip. The finger pointing at your heart makes you step back for a second, and your mind rushes to see if you have any memory of wronging him.
âUh, yeah,â You decide to answer once youâve decided that no, you havenât had any bad (or really any) interactions with Haechan. âWe share a class.â
âYeah! Youâre Yangyangâs brotherâs sister!â
âIâm⌠also Yangyangâs sister. But, yeah. Thatâs me.â
âYangyangâs brother⌠umâŚâ Haechan presses his fingers to his forehead as if he had a button there to activate the exact memory heâs searching for. âKun!â He shouts.
âKunâŚ!â You repeat, unsure whether to try and match his energy or not. âYup. That sure is my brother.â
âKun is your brother?â Jaehyun turns to you. âQian Kun?â
âYeah.â You frown. âWhyâd you say it like that?â
âI knew it!â
âIs that a problem?â You ignore Haechan.
âYes. No-â Jaehyun stutters. âMaybe. Most likely.â
âWhy does my brotherâs name matter? Did you kiss my brother too?â You poke and prod.
âObviously not.â He sighs. âI need a smoke.â
Left stranded in a foreign house with foreign people, you are left frozen in shock. The night was going so well, but all of a sudden, your brother was the problem? Youâll kill him.
âJae-!â You call out through the crowd. âJaehyun!â
âHeyâŚâ Your same wrist that Jaehyunâs hand warmed when he kissed you in the parking lot of the school gymnasium is now cold in the hand of your brother. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat are you doing here, Yang? Let go!â You flail your arm around but his grip is solid.
âDoes Kun know youâre here?â
âI said I would be with my friends!â
âWell, where are they?â He frowns.
âI need to go, Yangyang.â You sigh.
â
The buzz of excitement Jaehyun felt outside of the lake house with you has dulled into nerves and anxiety about whatâs to come.
He wishes he could be like the smoke from his cigarette, disappearing up into the sky. Maybe then he wouldnât have to deal with the inevitable consequences of hooking up with his tutorâs sister.
Heâd gotten too confident. Heâs kissed girls under streetlights and behind bleachers, but it was all when both parties were under the influence. A kiss here and a touch there meant nothing when the sun came up, smiling politely to each other as any two strangers who meet eyes do when they walk past each other on campus. It was unspoken but obvious; this doesnât mean anything, this spark will die with the fireflies of the night.
But tonight is different.
For some reason, looking at you is all he needs to jolt back to life. Even though heâs not supposed to keep this fling going past sunrise, heâs here, standing alone with his thoughts, trying to brainstorm a way to keep you until tomorrow and then some. Maybe on a date where you two can walk down the path of fire-colored, falling leaves, talking about everything and nothing at all as you stop by a coffee shop and he can see whether you like coffee or tea, if you like sugar or milk.
Jaehyun sighs, his breath appearing and disappearing before his eyes.
When did he get so covetous?
â
âHe left you in a party full of people you donât know. What would you have done if I werenât here?â
âHe didnât leave me, he just needed to step out for a second!â
âSure he didnât. Why did he have to step out?â
âI donât know!â You yell back, pressing the heels of your hands into your closed eyes. The people dancing around you look over their shoulders at you for only a moment before returning to their partners. âThe weird guy from Ethics mentioned Kun and he got all stiff and just dashed! This is all because of you. You are getting in the way and Kun is getting in the way and Dery is getting in the way. How do you manage to ruin my life even when youâre not even here?!â
âHey.â Yangyang hovers his hand above your shoulder but retracts it on second thought. âI donât know what youâre talking about, but I think I should take you home. I was about to head out about now either wayâŚâ
âI donât want to leave.â You shake your head, slumped over. âI want to wait for Jaehyun.â
âJaehyun? Which-? The Jaehyun on the basketball team?â
You nod, hoping the voice of Connie Francis is loud enough to hide your sniffling.
âHe brought me here. He has to take me home too.â You pause. âHe⌠has to take responsibility. He canât just leave me here, planted. He canât just dump me here. He canât!â
Yangyang does what he does best when youâre upset: stand at a distance close enough where he can be around to hear any requests you have of him yet far enough not to catch any of the heat you spit as you speed through a sluggish depression into a fervent fury.
âYeah. Yeah, you⌠yeah.â He drops his hands to his sides. âI- I can go find him if you want-â
âNo! Iâm going to find him, okay?! Iâll find him and Iâll kick him in the crotch for treating me like this. What is his problem?â You finally raise your head to face Yangyang with the one expression he avoids the most.
Seeing the back of Jaehyunâs bowling-ball-sized head irritates you to the point that your muscles all tense at once. Even though you stomp on the gravel on purpose, he doesnât turn around, and before you even realize what youâre doing, your hand has already made contact with his scalp.
âWhat the-â He looks up at you dumbfounded, crouched still in pain.
âShut up!â You yell at him. âYou do not get to just dump me in a party you brought me to. Who do you think I am? I donât know anybody here.ââA lie, but he doesnât know that.ââI came here for you and because of you. You were going to leave, werenât you? You were gonna leave me here, stranded, and what was I supposed do? Catch a cab with your freak brother to get home? You must have me confused with somebody else because Iâm not that kind of girl.â
âMy⌠freak⌠what?â
âYou better answer me right now or I will make sure you donât have children, Jeong.â
âI-â Instinctively, his hands come in front of the middle of his legs. âWait, listen-â
The crickets fill the silence Jaehyun didnât expect from you, instead being met by your eyebrows high on your face.
âWhat?â
âI honestly didnât think you would hear me out.â
âWas I not supposed to?â
âNo! No, I mean, yes. I mean-â He sighs. âI do have something to say. I just⌠had the music bursting my ears and I couldnât think. But, I have it now. Will you listen to what I have to say?â
â...â You stare at him. âGo on.â
Thereâs hesitation when he moves his hands, standing up straight and turning to face you head-on, yet his gaze goes everywhere except your eyes.
âItâs complicated.â He drops his shoulders. âOur circles are more intertwined than I thought and it could become a big deal if things go awry-â
âIntertwined like what?â
âYour⌠brother tutors me.â
âKun tutors you?â
âYes.â He gulps.
ââŚso you are thick-skulled.â
The buzzing inside Jaehyunâs brain stops in an instant, your little quip practically forcing him to meet your gaze. Youâre clearly trying to stay upset, but the corners of your mouth are fighting to go up, making Jaehyun smile the same.
âI guess⌠a little bit, yeah.â He scratches the back of his head before realizing itâs still stinging from your slap of righteousness. âMy parents know his- your parents. Something about a mentorship in a hospital in the city being guaranteed if he helps me out. I donât wanna ruin stuff for him, or you, if we donât⌠you know.â
âOh my gosh. The Jeongs.â You sit on the graveled ground, immediately regretting your decision as the stones poke at your skirt, but donât bother getting up. âYouâre their kid? I didnât remember there being a Jeong Jaehyun.â
âItâs a nickname. No one here really knows because I donât treat it like one.â He slides his back on the wall to sit beside you. âYoonoh just didnât fit me. It doesnât fit me.â
âI think itâs a nice name.â
âThanks.â He turns his head, still resting on the cabinâs outer wall, to offer a press of the lips that somewhat resembles a smile with a dimple decorating each end. âMaybe itâll fit me in like⌠thirty years.â
âAt 52?â
âYeah.â
âMaybe.â You shrug. âGrandpa Yoonoh.â
He shivers.
âDonât, please.â He chuckles. âIâm not ready for that yet.â
âFair enough.â You sigh. âWhat a night.â
âI kind of ruined it for you, didnât I?â
âIt was a roller coaster for sure. But it wasnât terrible. Iâve got hopes that youâll do better the next time around.â
The fir trees brush against each other at the push of a particularly strong breeze, and the lake ripples quietly at the shore.
âIf you wanted one,â you blurt out. âBut if you donât, thatâs fine. Itâs your loss, really. Honestly, planning a date is such a hassle because Iâm just so busy. And youâre so busy. But itâs not like this is a date now. Weâre just hanging out, right? We came together but that doesnât mean we have to leave together, you know? Actually- I think I saw my brother back inside. I should get him home before Kun yells at us for staying out too long.â The words leave you at a speed too fast to be reviewed by your brain beforehand, too focused on making sure your heels donât dig too much into the gravel and end up twisting your ankle somehow.
âI do.â Jaehyun grabs your wrist, grip tight enough to stop you from running away yet loose enough for you to shake him off if you truly want to leave.
ââŚcan you start replying in a timely manner?â You look down at him with warm cheeks, shaking from the cold and embarrassment. âYou do what?â
âI want to take you out again. Properly, this time.â His eyes disappear into crescent moons.
âWhat does âproperlyâ entail?â
âYou know, getting you flowers, meeting the parents, getting you home before 10 and getting a kiss goodnight.â
âYou already messed up the timeline,â you tease.
âI did, didnât I?â Thereâs regret in his voice. âDoes that mean you donât want to?â
âNoâŚâ You look down at him. âI do.â
âThen, can you let me try and make up for it?â
His lips are warm against the back of your hand, and it makes you feel like a protagonist of a Jane Austen book.
âIf you insistâŚâ Your fingers clasp around his hand, urging him to get off the ground. âReady for round two?â
âI think Iâll pass on round two tonight.â Jaehyunâs arms wrap around you. âDoes your mother know youâre out this late? I donât want to start this on the wrong foot with your family.â
âShe doesnât care, honest.â You try to push his chest, trying to avoid making eye contact with it, but he doesnât budge.
âAnd your brother?â
âWhich one?â
âYou know exactly which one Iâm talking about.â
ââŚItâll be fine.â
âIâm not starting this on the wrong foot with your family. In the car.â
âWhat? No. Jaehyun-â
#nct x reader#nct 127 x reader#jaehyun x reader#nct jaehyun x reader#jeong jaehyun x reader#jeong yoonoh x reader#jeong yunho x reader#jaehyun fluff#nct jaehyun fluff#jeong jaehyun fluff#nct fluff#nct fanfic#nct 127 fluff
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Hi there! Just devoured the entirety of PKS within my past few vacation days after stumbling upon your twt account and absolutely loved it (my current favorites are Splashfoot, Darkstar, Echosnout, Squirrelwhisker, Petalpaw herself ofc, and Nettlepaw!) if I had to choose my favorite things about it, one would definitely be just how alive riverclan and thunderclan feel- you have a very strong sense of characterization, even if it's just for bg characters.. I would die for Squirrelwhisker (1/2)
Thank you so much!!! I apologize for not answering right away - I got a lot of comments on the newest chapter (many of them positive, thank you all!!) and I got a bit overwhelmed trying to reply to everything. But I read all the comments I get and appreciate them, I promise!!
I really enjoy building the community of RiverClan - not just the major stuff but the little minutia of it. What hobbies cats have, how they spend their down time, what cliques and friend ground there are, the gossip and rumors they spread, etc! It's fun thinking about each cat's individual life, how they all have stuff going on even if we don't get to see much of it - Like Voleflight and Rainfall being exes, Duskwater being really excited and gossipy about Splashfoot and Troutclaw. It's fun to occasionally give Petalpaw (and the readers) a glimpse into some other cats' lives, like when she meets with the ThunderClan apprentices at her first gathering! That TC apprentice gang is close to my heart, especially squirrelwhisker, I love squirrelwhisker!!
As for your questions!
Nonbinary cats - I see Petal and Perch both being nonbinary. It just feels right to me.. i think theyre a butch 4 butch lesbian couple haha. Redthistle of ShadowClan - she appears as an apprentice in the gathering chapter, but i got her gender wrong by accident! So that kinda led to me seeing her as transfem, and genderfluid. She uses mainly she/her, but he/him and they/them work too. I planned a few cameos for her later in the story to expand on this!
As for the family tree - not yet, I'm still working on it!! it's also very big and unwieldy and hard to upload. But I'll share a fun fact for you all! In the PkS 'verse, Frostdawn is a descendant of Mapleshade, and Splashtail is a descendant of River Ripple! I thought that villain and hero switch-up was quite entertaining, haha
And finally, If they survived OR were in her place, Petalshade's brothers would be named Larchfreckle and Patchwing! I kind of have an AU of an AU in my head, the PkS good end where the kits survive and mapleshade gets to stay in riverclan. she frecklewish and reedshine kiss and also beat up appledusk <3 its more so just a fun thing i have in my head, not something i'd ever actually write though. It has much less conflict and is very much an "everyone is happy" scenario so i dont think it would be very interesting to read about haha
ok thats it! Thanks so much for your message, longer asks like this always make my day <3 <3
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Blessed Are The Meek 3
Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)
Warning:Â this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.
Character:Â Tommy Shelby
Note: thank you for following along. Iâm sure yall didnât expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. đđđđ

You place the Commanderâs bag in the trunk. Then, a thermos and a wrapped croissant for the drive. Itâs a small consideration, you donât know why you even thought of it. You just know that the drive will be long and tedious. You do not relish his return after the journey and the presence of similarly willful men.
You kick off your boots before you enter the house again. You shiver and lean a hand on the wall, lifting your foot to untie the laces. The commanderâs footsteps come slow and deliberate down the stairs. You put your sole to the floor and face him, dipping your head.
As he approaches, you take his coat from the rack and offer it to him. Before, there would be another, the long blue jacket his wife so treasured, with its big rosette buttons and round collar. All blue had been buried away or burned to ash.
He lets you lift it onto his shoulder, barely acknowledging you as he pulls on a pair of black leather gloves. He slides out a pair of round glasses and puts them on. The sort he wears to read or tend to some smaller detail. He checks his watch.
âDo not dawdleâ he girds as he approaches the door.
You furrow your brow and watch him pull it open. What does he mean? He pauses and lets out an exhale.
âFar be it from me to concern myself, but a coat would be in order,â he bids.
You still donât understand. Surely he canât mean youâre going with him.
âCommander?â
âYou will sit in the backseat and keep your head down. A toe out of line and there will be more than enough Eyes to have you shipped out to a colony.â
You push your chapped lips together and nod. You donât expect it and you are unprepared. Heâd spoiled the rare moment of escape that tugged at your mind. A day without him and his temper lurking.
âI will get my coat, commander.â
He carries on and you march away. Your coat is in your room with all else that is allotted to you. Not much, enough to exist. A spare dress and apron, shoes for the summer, stockings, and a second shift. You snatch your coat and pull it on, flapping back through the halls to the front door.
As you come out, the car blows exhaust into the air. You get in the back seat and do as he said. You put your head down and donât say a word. He has his foot on the pedal before you can even shut the door.
He drives with the radio on. A dour voice recites verses as you stare at the back of the front seat. The grey sky ripples, both dimming and paling to create and ebb and flow of light.Â
There is a soft clunk as the commander steers with one hand. The props the thermos in the cupholder and unscrews the cap. You quickly put your eyes to your lap. The smell of breakfast tea pervades the closed space.
You do not close your eyes. You could fall asleep right there but you donât dare. Sloth is a sin, deadly as they say. You focus on keeping awake as the tires roll on.
The gates of the capital rise before you. You give only a brief peek as the commander stops to give his identity. Heâs waved inside with a panicky sort of deference. Inside, you sense the sudden flurry around you but do not look up. You donât expect many marthas come around here.
He pulls up to a building of stained white brick. You tilt your head slightly and try to figure where you are. He keeps the engine running as he gets out, greeted by another.
âCommander.â
âTake my car to the residence,â Shelby demands.
âSir.â Thereâs a lull as footsteps click around the hood, âand the martha?â
âYou may take her too,â Shelby says flippantly, âshe will hang my clothes, as is her duty.â
The guardian doesnât wait for another order. He gets in the front seat as you huddle lower in your seat. It isnât unusually to be spoken as nothing more than a thing, but it is humiliating even so. The man fixes the mirror as you sense the tension of his unasked questions. It must be a strange situation, yet he cannot question a commander.
He shifts into drive and eases onto the gas. You clasp your hands tight in the silence. It does not seem as if you will return to the house that night and that worries you.
What could it mean? Hansenâs words echo in your head. Would the commander leave with a new wife at the order of the Committee? If there was to be a new wife, could she survive the widowerâs grief?
#tommy shelby#dark tommy shelby#dark!tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#au#peaky blinders#series#blessed are the meek#drabble#handmaid au
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Prohibition AU | Character Profile: Giovanni
The Roaring Twenties is a time of conflict, crime, and chaosâbut chaos is opportunity, and the inexplicably salmon-haired Giovanni Potage is a professional agent of it. Currently under Navenâs employ after falling out with a much larger gang, he leads the majority of Bliss Oceanâs soldiers with little other than a vandalised baseball bat, a cooking pot of tricks, and a reckless confidence only matched by his sheer dumb luck and unconventional faculties.
Background.
Giovanni Potage was born to a small immediate family of two mothers in the Chinese diaspora of the US, and close relatives to the legendary crime family known as the Roughhouses. His upbringing was largely informed by honoured family traditions and festive gatherings, the ripples of the Great War overseas, and the growing cultural obsessions of baseball and motorsports in the States. The values of respect, diligence, and unity were deeply instilled in him since childhood, just as much as his taste for brazen rebellion and troublesome aptitude for making a weapon out of anything he could pick up.
Hungry for excitement, surrounded by an extended family versed in crime, and perpetually cruising for a bruising, Giovanni was soon enveloped by a strange aspiration: To become the greatest criminal name in the United States of America. He quickly found himself in a notorious, nationwide criminal group known as the Banzai Blasters, where his natural charisma and unusual, uncanny instincts would soon earn him a small company of deathly-loyal soldiers and an early promotion to captain (and help him to survive the job, at that!)
Giovanni first met Naven by proxy of Molly, who he had befriended early into the Prohibition during an operation gone-awry, and who he proceeded to protect from the chaos of said operation. When the organisational fallout of that nightâs events revealed to him the true penny-pinching, dog-eat-dog mentality that suffused the Banzai Blastersâ ranks, Giovanni swiftly left the gang, bringing along his loyal crew of âboysâ and a gang-spanning grudge with him. Naven quickly saw the unique assets and potential of the young rogue, and would soon approach him with a new, once-in-a-lifetime job offer. And what kind of aspiring criminal legend could refuse?
Relations.
Though he serves Naven and Bliss Ocean with diligence, Giovanniâs loyalties lie ultimately with his own âboysâ. Notable among them is his younger cousin Trixie, of the Roughhouse crime family; as well as the resident foundling, Molly Blyndeff, who he has developed a remarkable compassion for, even serving as a sort of surrogate guardian towards her in her familyâs absence. By proxy of the two, he also maintains a somewhat rivalrous acquaintance with Phoenica Fleecity and Dr. Sylvester Ashling.
Within the familyâs inner rankings, Giovanniâs almost aggressive amiabilityâand frankly, his utter lack of social awarenessâhave also earned him the friendship of the equally-eccentric Rick Shades, the ever-friendly Indus Tarbella, and even a somewhat-amused Zora Salazar. As a largely-amateur criminal, he also admires and is close acquaintances with one Ramsey Murdoch, who has (resignedly) taken to mentoring Giovanni and âmaking sure the kid doesnât get himself killedâ.
Bliss Ocean Report.
In a business where saying or doing the wrong thing can cost you immeasurably, secrecy and anonymity tend to be valued luxuries; which I suppose is why my colleagues in the underworld find so perplexing my decision to place the notoriously loud, painfully unsubtle Giovanni Potage under my employ. But I do have my reasons, and he does have his traits that set him apart from the common gangster.
Given the young villainâs penchant for making general mayhem, itâs easy to miss just how excellent Giovanni is at making targeted mayhem when he wants to, especially when working in tandem with a team (or a teammate, failing that). Though not necessarily a gifted strategist, Giovanni is a remarkable improviser with seemingly no bounds to his creativity in combat, capable of fashioning life-saving plans out of the most ridiculous of circumstances. His talent with his favourite baseball bat especially is not to be underestimatedâŚalthough his choice of embellishments for the signature weapon (knives??) can certainly be questionable.
Giovanni also appears to possess some stranger attributes which admittedly interest me somewhat, on top of simply being quite useful. Catastrophe seems to tail the teen wherever heâs directed to create chaos, but no matter the destruction that inevitably befalls the crime scene, heâs never been dragged away with more than a dozen or so scrapes and bruises (and the occasional concussion or dislocated shoulder). Ramsey pins the blame for the damage done on his âluckyâ number, 13, which the otherwise-chronically dyscalculic Giovanni keeps count of with a strange obsession. Given his uncanny survivability and tendency to inflict the most devastating attacks at nigh-miraculous moments, Iâd argue the accursed number is whatâs keeping him alive.
Then there is the matter ofâŚGiovanniâs soup. His soup, which is not only the strongest and spiciest I have ever smelled and tasted of a meal (and seasoned to perfection as far as anyone can attest), but also capable of spontaneous resuscitation, temporary adrenaline production, and sometimes even a minor increase to natural healing. Giovanni has attempted to explain this away as the work of a âfamily recipeâ, which explainsâŚwell, nothing, and the effects arenât even always consistent or guaranteed. Nonetheless, heâs never seen without a cooking pot full of it on hand, and he swears it has been a major boon in those missions that come to bullets and blows. I still dare not challenge this claim.
But Giovanniâs greatest asset to us, by far, is his charisma and his compassion. Just during his time working for the Banzai Blasters alone, heâs managed to earn the veritably undying loyalty of six of his peers, largely simply by being true to himself and kind to those around him. He has also taken it upon himself to care for our goddaughter Molly, who I think could benefit from his guidance and infectious confidence more than anyoneâŚdespite his criminal aspirations. Giovanni Potage is a chaotic, contradictory character indeed, a wild card to be sure; and personally, Iâm almost as eager as I am nervous to see what becomes of his career in Bliss Ocean.
- Naven
#epithet erased#epithet erased au#epithet erased prohibition au#prohibition au#giovanni potage#epithet erased giovanni#naven nuknuk
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My 911 Holy Grail Fics
For my beloved @skelavender, who I recently seduced into watching the weewoo show and who caught up just in time to partake in the madness of 7x06 âĽď¸
Life Cycles of the Southern Coastal Husbro series by Mad_Lori
Buddie become platonic life partners but end up falling in love. Who could have guessed??!?? Delicious slow burn!
letâs build this house (into a home, baby) by @withmeornotatall
Buddie are neighbors. Buck bonds with Chris first and then learns his dad is a hot eligible bachelor. The ultimate domestic fluff!
Mr. LAFD Updates Man by hammersmiths
An absolute fandom legend! The ultimate twitterfic.
sheâll never get to eat you like your heartâs a pomegranate by @colonoscopys
Buck being the best dad to Chris. I love them so much đĽš
Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
Buddie cowboys historical AU! Plus some soulmatism/reincarnation. So sweet and hot!
ripples all the way down by @fcntasmas
My most beloved, most favorite!! Just read it. Itâs perfect in every way!
my evergreen by @colonoscopys
Buddie adopt a baby girl together as âfriendsâ before finally getting together. Big men with tiny baby â what more could you want?
Molly A.M. Buckley Diaz âverse by @hmslusitania
More buddie as the worldâs cutest girldads! My weakness!!
Within/Without by anonymous
I really enjoyed this series! Tbh I donât remember specifics but I believe it felt very raw and honest. (And now that Iâve become consumed by watched txf Iâm realizing that the title is most certainly an x files reference. Maybe I should reread with that new perspectiveâŚđ)
across our great divide (a glorious sunrise) by catchingpapermoons
Buddie get coupleâs therapy (as friends) and work out their trauma. Beautiful angst with a beautiful happy ending!
#thatâs all for now! Iâm always happy to come up with more though#also I know youâve already read some of these. I just included them for posterity#also I havenât been reading much buddie fic in the last year ish so a lot of these are older#911#buddie#fic
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Can you please help me find some sugar daddy fics? I've been obsessed with it lately.
Hey Lovely!
Well, I've never read any myself, so I can't give you any personal recs, BUT I did a tag search on my offline MFL list, and decided to make a new list for you because I need content, LOL!!!
So, here are the fics I have on my MFL list, and if you guys have any more to add, PLEASE do, as always!! Hope you enjoy!!
SUGAR DADDY FICS (MFLs)
See also:
Rich Sherlock (March 2020) (MY LIST)
Sugar Daddy Sherlock (SwissMiss)
Sugar Daddy Part 1 (Alexxphoenix)
Sugar Daddy Part 2 (Alexxphoenix)
Worth Its Weight by philalethia (E, 2,986 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || PWP, Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Service Domination, Gift Giving, Unsafe Sex, Sex Toys) â âRemember,â John said, âwhen we talked about you not buying me extravagant things?â Basically: a little bit of Valentine's Day daddy kink. Part 2 of All the Rest 'Verse
An Erotic Sail by justacookieofacumberbatch (E, 4,533 w., 2 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Age Difference, Sugar Daddy John, Yacht Daddy John, Praise Kink, Porn Without Plot, Boat Sex) â Sherlock, fresh off a Semester at Sea ship in Crete, sees a gorgeous older man, and I'm sure you can guess what happens next.
Practically Perfect by vitruvianwatson (E, 6,303 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Age Difference, Younger Sherlock, Older John, Finger Fucking, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Office Sex, Emotionally Insecure Sherlock, Barista Sherlock, Doctor John, PWP) â There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. John shook the thoughts out of his head and looked up with his fake âIâm your kindly doctorâ smile plastered on his face, but a second later his jaw dropped because his âpatientâ wasnât a patient at all. It was none other than Sherlock bloody Holmes. Not only that, but he was dressed in one of his more indecent outfitsâskin tight jeans that looked like theyâd been bloody painted on, and a purple button-down that was straining, to say the least, to remain buttoned. John wondered if heâd worked at the coffee shop in that outfit today. He shut the door and leaned back against it with a wicked smile, and John heard the click of the lock.
A Suitable Stain by vitruvianwatson (E, 7,647 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Sugar Daddy John, Barista Sherlock, Older John, PWP, Rutting, Anal, Clothed Sex, Masturbation, Dirty Talk) â John imagines what they must look like--the young, gorgeous university student, naked as the day he was born, draped over the well-dressed older doctor, the muscles rippling in Sherlock's back as his slim hips roll that beautiful arse up into the air and back down again, his spine curving beneath John's hand as he moves it to the small of Sherlock's back to feel the movement. The hard outline of Sherlock's cock slides back and forth across John's body, dampening his clothes with precome, and John moves both hands down to Sherlock's arse, squeezing and pulling him in harder.
To A Tee by lookupkate (E, 15,321 w., 14 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Sugar Daddy John, Hospital Director John, Sugar Baby Sherlock, Accidental Meeting) â Sherlock receives a text from an unknown number. The man is under the impression that he needs a sugar daddy. After careful consideration...well, he could be right.
A Kept Man Isn't A Weak Man by Elphen (E, 20,429 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Sugar Daddy John, Age Difference, Alpha John, Omega Sherlock, Mpreg, Sex Toys, Mating Bond, Possessive John, Knotting, Masturbation, Dominant John, Mating Cycles) â Sherlock is just out of university, but due to drug habits acquired at said college, Mycroft has cut him off, hoping to put a stop to it that way. Instead, Omega Sherlock struggles doubly, both with his cravings and with finding a job that will not bore him to death and support him financially. Then, when he is on the verge of being completely destitute, he finds several hundred pounds ticking into his account for no apparent reason. He thinks it's Mycroft, but instead he receives an email from someone who promises to send him more money every fortnight and put him up in a flat rent free, on two conditions; he will stop taking drugs and he will occasionally be asked to be a companion for someone. He does not want to be bought like some toy, but what choice does he have? The first time the door bell rings, he is sure the man will demand sex. But instead he finds a very sharply dressed man with money and physical power in his mid-30s who wants to talk with him and take him out to dinner. Things quickly escalates on the emotional and physical side for Sherlock, but can you really have a relationship with an Alpha like that?
Sugar Daddy John Series by Sexxica (E, 22,504+ w. across 7 works || Series WiP || Sugar Daddy John AU || Daddy Kink, Twink Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Comeplay, Anal / Oral, Sex Toys, Praise Kink, Lingerie / Crossdressing) â The very best of Sugar Daddy John and his boy, Sherlock.
sherlock and his daddy series by rory_kent (M, 24,433+ w. across 6 works || Series WiP || BDSM / Sugar Daddy AU || Sugar Daddy John, Age Difference, Sub Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Military Kink, Subspace, Hurt/Comfort, Coffee Shop AU, Unilock) â Sherlock didn't mean to upset daddy he really didn't!
All the Rest (of What I Want) by philalethia (E, 68,082 w., 20 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || ASiP, Texting, First Time, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Sherlock, Sex Toys, Phone Sex, Sexting, Unsafe Sex, Service Domination) â After being invalided home from Afghanistan, John takes his therapist's advice and tries to meet people online. Specifically, he joins a fetish site, where he ends up interacting with a man called SH who keeps paying him money to perform odd tasks and seems very keen to take care of him. Basically: slow-build daddy kink. Part 1 of All the Rest 'Verse
Nine and a Half Weeks by CumberCurlyGirl and Kameo (E, 204,733+ w., 41/42 Ch. || WiP || American AU || Different First Meeting, Daddy Kink, Bottomlock, Anal Plug, Riding Crops, Spanking, Light Bondage, Anal/Oral, Aftercare, Posh John, Virgin Sherlock, Homophobia, Sugar Daddy John, Rimming, Coming in Pants, Light Dom/Sub, Past Sherlock / Victor, Light BDSM, Public Sex, John in a Kilt, Vibrators, Happy Ending) â Sherlock Holmes is about to graduate from high school in midwestern America. Despite his intelligence, his prospects are bleak due to poverty, an indifferent, alcoholic father and poor choices. One day, at work, he sells a riding crop to a handsome blonde Brit and his life is changed. He doesn't know what hit him - until he does. This is a story of a journey to love and self-acceptance and explores many themes along the way: drug abuse, grief, coming out, age difference, consent. Lots of sex but so much more.
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The Ripple Verse: !!BOY GENIUS!! CHAOS THEORY
Lilâ Miss Amour! AKA Amy LoveHeart
My first ever OC for volume 2: !!BOY GENIUS!! (and technically my first ever OC for the Wordgirl fandom in general)
Extra Doodles:
CW: a lot of no-no words ((one including the âC-Wordâ since Tobey is British and in his Tweenage years))
So to clarify:
No Iâm not shipping my OC Amy LoveHeart with Tobey McCallister (sheâs like 9 while heâs 13 and when he turns 18 sheâll be 14 so ew no thank you). I just wanted to make a villain oc that gets on Tobeyâs and admittedly my own nerves
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Amy/Lilâ Miss Amour is a 9-10 year old villain.
She moved into Fair City around the time Wordgirl left Earth when she was 7.
She became a Villain 2 years later around the time when 13 year old Tobey Mccallister took up the mantle as Fair Cityâs okayest âSOMEWHAT-A-heroâ as a substitute for WordGirlâs Absence.
Amy gets a crush on any (cute) boy she sees IMMEDIATELY. She doesnât have to know them, if theyâre pretty, she likes them. And if she likes them, she forces them to like her back by using her powers. (Then forcing them to steal goods and treats she wants, uncaring if the boy is caught unless she doesnât get what she wanted)
Tobey originally was safe from her (since she thought he was just âmeh, not cuteâ). But then when he proved to be the only boy that couldnât fall for her trance, magic, or potions, she fell for him. ((Now Tobey gets to feel what itâs like to be in WordGirlâs shoes when he was smitten with her when they were 10-11. Tobey hates the reminder of that time and he absolutely hates Lilâ Miss Amour with every FIBER OF HIS BEINGâ))
Her catchphrase is:
âMon Amour LOVE BEAM!â (Sheâs Spanish but I misspelt her name Amor as Amour, so now thereâs no going back, sheâs bilingual now. And probably bisexual in the futureâ)
Her powers consist of:
Eyes that can manipulate others into falling in love with her/adoring her. Therefore, making them be under her every command (Alike to Mind Control but forcing the victim to love her)
Knowledge of alchemy (usually itâs just magic love potions)
Creating crystallized hearts by her magic wand (very fragile, looks like candy actually-)
Pink blasts that leaves her victims in a love struck daze/trance temporarily
Her powers grow stronger in later episodes, examples:
She can force people into or out of relationships
Emotional manipulation (I donât mean the âabusive type of manipulationâ, I mean she literally forces their emotions). Example: She can force people to feel anger, jealousy, hatred, etc.
I plan for her to be a recurring Villain in Season 2 for Tobey, and sheâll even make a few appearances in !!WORDGIRL!! Teen Spirit but sheâs mostly around to ruin things when Becky tries to get closer to Tobey romantically, including one on one hangouts and attempted confessions (much to Beckyâs frustration and Tobeyâs growing hatred towards the little girl)
((The Ripple Verse is tagged so if youâre interested in my AU at all đđ you can click it in the post tags and look more into it))
Reblogs and Replies/Comments are GREATLY appreciated!!
#fanart#alternate universe#fan au#theodore tobey mccallister iii#tobey mccallister iii#tobey wordgirl#wordgirl#wordgirl pbs#tobey mcallister iii#tobey mccallister#the ripple verse alternate universe#wordgirl the ripple verse au#wordgirl the ripple verse#the ripple verse au#the ripple verse#wordgirl au#wordgirl tobey#wordgirl oc#original character#fan oc#villain oc#wordgirl villains#becky botsford#becky x tobey#tobey x becky#tobecky#wordgirl becky#wordgirl tobecky#becky wordgirl#!!boy genius!! chaos theory
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irregular orbit
ozy/kallux, star wars AU, 1.9k an older take on their star wars AU dynamic. different verse from compromised
Itâs an unspoken rhythm theyâve fallen into, in the precarious months since Ozy came to him, shattered, and knelt at his feet.
Kallux will be on his own â surviving at the mercy of the Outer Rim as always, eking out a living on some barren planet or shadowed moon â and feel the Force shiver with recognition, rippling at the brush of a familiar presence.Â
Itâs a different feeling these days. Not the simmering anger of a Sith whoâd hunted him from one edge of the galaxy to another, but neither the warmth of the Jedi heâd once loved. Shallow, almost; like the Force was a faint heartbeat. Like it had been smothered, deliberately or otherwise.
Still, Kallux always knows where to look when Ozy appears in his shadow.
He never stays for long. Two days at most. A brief enough window that they rarely have to talk about anything beyond the immediate, and just enough for Kallux to benefit from the fleeting security of someone else watching his back.
Then he vanishes as quickly as he arrived, often without warning, and Kallux goes back to surviving alone, trying to focus on the present and not on the past â or, Force forbid, the future â until the next time Ozy appears, a few weeks or months down the line.Â
An irregular orbit, but an orbit nonetheless. Kallux does his best not to overthink it.
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He canât in good conscience blame Ozy for his own complacency. Itâs the exhaustion that does it, after a particular run of bad lack and bad ports. He and his ship are both running on fumes by the time he settles in a grimy trading post on a small mining planet.
The Force can only do so much when his body is so slow to respond. The bounty hunters get the drop on him while heâs walking back from the market.
The number of them is flattering. Through blurry vision (concussion) and roiling nausea (Force-suppression cuffs) he counts eight, all dressed in mismatched armour so as not to appear like a crew. The woman Kallux assumes is their leader, a broad-shouldered Togruta with one robotic eye, keeps her boot on Kalluxâs back while she mutters orders to the rest of them.
Kallux only catches every other word past the roaring in his ears and the agony of his broken ribs. Itâs enough to know heâs in deep shit.
He drifts in and out of consciousness. Heâs lying in the bloodied dirt; heâs being hauled down a narrow alley; heâs propped against the sloping wall of a warehouse as the bounty hunters ready their ship.
He forces his voice to cooperate. âThe moneyâs- not worth it,â he rasps.
âAgree to disagree,â says the Togruta, her blaster level with his face. His sabers hang at her belt like trophies. âThe bounty on your head is gonna bankroll us all the way to the Mid Rim, my friend.â
âThe Empire will kill you- first time you fuck up.â
âOne day at a time,â she says. âBesides, weâre careful. Kept an eye on you for weeks, you know. Had to make sure your dog was off-world. Iâve got no interest in facing two of you.â
It takes Kalluxâs sluggish brain a moment to catch up. When it doesâ
Your dog. Something clenches in his gut: anger, or fear, or some warped sense of possessiveness. It sharpens his nausea to a crippling peak. Kallux focuses on not throwing up.
âGet him on the ship,â the Togruta barks.
Sudden hands on him, dragging him to his feet. Heâs in no state to resist; can only dig his heels in on principle alone â and get punched in the ribs again for his trouble. The shipâs ramp fades in and out of clarity as they haul him into the loading bay.
Kallux doesnât see what happens next. Thereâs a wet, wrenching sound, a gurgled scream, and then several shouts of alarm. The bounty hunters drop him. He hits the ground hard.
The warehouse is very dark. Face pressed to the cold metal floor, struggling to focus his watering eyes, most of what Kallux can see is silhouetted by the flickering yellow lights of the alley outside. Itâs enough.
A shadow is tearing through the bounty hunters like theyâre made of flimsi. Two of them are already on the ground, limbs twisted at odd angles, dark stains spreading out beneath them. The Togruta captain falls with a hole in her chest. Not from a blaster, or even a saber â Kallux hadnât seen the red blade since their fight in the rain â but from an outstretched hand, now dripping with gore.
Perhaps the Force-suppression cuffs were a mercy. All he could sense was a void where Ozy should have been.
Kallux says his name. It comes out as little more than a croak, choked by his own horror and the sounds of combat. Still â the shadow turns towards him briefly. One yellow eye catches the light.
A half dozen blaster bolts shudder to a halt inches from Ozyâs face. He flicks them aside and advances, leaving Kalluxâs narrow field of vision. More screams follow.
The next minute is a blur. Kallux canât keep himself conscious, losing hazy seconds to his pounding head, and sees only flashes of violence. Another mercy, maybe. The last thing heâs aware of is heavy footsteps and the smell of blood; gentle hands on his face and shoulders, travelling down to his bound wrists; a void in the Force murmuring his name like a prayer. Then nothing but darkness.
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He wakes to the comforting familiarity of his own bunk, the welded metal ceiling drifting into focus as he blinks his way to consciousness.
The first thing he notices are the bacta patches. The low-grade variety; pressed to his forehead and over his ribs, itching in that particular way low-grade bacta did. Beneath the tingling he can still feel the ache of his injuries, but his head no longer throbbed like it might split open, and he could breathe without fire running up and down his chest.
The second thing he notices is Ozy. Not in the room â the thread that bound them ran out into the hallway and ended at the cockpit, where Ozyâs muted Force presence coloured his periphery like a bruise.
Kallux takes a shaky breath and begins the careful process of hauling himself out of bed. Beside the bunk, a new shirt and his sabers had been laid out in readinessâ or offering. He ignores them.
He can tell theyâre in hyperspace before he even steps into the hall. Itâs the particular hum of the engine, the impossible â perhaps imagined â whisper of distance compressing around the ship. The entire cockpit is bathed in blue and white, the windshield a blur of distorted stars.
At the helm, Ozy turns to look at him impassively. In the Force, Kallux feels the slightest flicker of relief.
âWhat the fuck was that?â he asks.
No response. Ozy turns back to the controls, adjusts the autopilot, checks something so arbitrary that Kallux knows heâs stalling. âHow are you feeling?â
âDonât,â he says stiffly. âWhy would you do that?â
Ozyâs posture betrays nothing, but the Force bond tenses. âThey were going to take you.â
âYou didnât have tâ you couldâve stopped them.â
âI did.â
âYou slaughtered them!â The memory of the bounty huntersâ contorted bodies resurfaces, along with a wave of nausea so strong he reaches out to grip the doorframe, eyes squeezed shut. He hadnât needed a connection to the Force to recognise the darkness radiating off Ozy in waves.
He takes a steadying breath in through his nose and lifts his head.
Ozy was out of his seat, one foot forward like heâd intended to move to Kalluxâs side and stopped himself. His face was tight with the same hesitation that had characterised the last few months of interaction â as if, having failed his Master, he now rarely knew what to do with himself; rarely knew what was expected of him.
âI wasnât sure,â Ozy says tersely, âif Iâd get there in time.â
Five different emotions clamour for space at the front of Kalluxâs mind. Memories, too: careful hands ghosting his face, his arms. The distant sensation of being carried, of knowing instinctively that he was safe. A voice speaking to him softly as if he were awake.
In isolation those memories might have been a comfort. In the present, Kallux feels sick. He drags himself back towards anger, fists clenched by his sides. âYou donât get to be both,â he snaps. âYou donât get to beâ I donât want your protection if it looks like that. I canât accept it.â
The cockpit isnât large. Heâs close enough to see Ozyâs lips thin ever so slightly. âHate me if youâd like,â he says. âIâd do it again.â
And there was the crux of it, laid bare before them both.
Kallux exhales raggedly, stalks forward, and drags Ozy into a kiss.
Theyâd barely touched for months. Maybe because things somehow seemed more complicated now than they had when Ozy was hunting him. Maybe because sex with the Grand Inquisitor had always gone hand in hand with violence. Maybe because this unmade version of Ozy was trying to atone, and Kallux was trying to let him, and closeness felt too much like a reward.
Thereâd been nights when the two of them were alone on the ship that Kallux had wanted him, and Ozy had been watching him, and nothing had happened. It had been for the best.
Kallux doesnât particularly care about whatâs best right now. He cares about the way Ozy stiffens in confusion â a solid second of paralysis â before swallowing a groan and kissing him back. He cares about rough hands on his bare skin, gentle over his ribs and brazen everywhere else. He cares about how easy this feels, still, after everything.
Ozy pulls back with a start. âKallux,â he says, low and wary; better judgement making a last ditch attempt.
His pupils are blown wide, black ringed in yellow. Kallux can feel the Force bond singing with desire. âI know what Iâm doing,â he breathes. âDo you want this or not?â
He gets his answer in the abrupt press of cold metal as Ozy walks him backwards into the wall, one hand braced above his head, the other sliding down his bare side to grip his thigh. Kallux gives him his weight, lets Ozy hike him halfway up the wall with a muffled, urgent sound, gets his arms around Ozyâs neck and his hands in his hair.
Itâs so easy to get drunk on it: the Force an echo chamber of want, Ozyâs mouth hot and desperate, his hands roaming everywhere. Kallux tugs on his hair and Ozyâs hips stutter between his thighs. He pants Kalluxâs name against the pulse at his throat.
âIâd do it again,â he rasps. âIâm sorry. Forgive me.â
There is a long list of things Kallux canât forgive Ozy for. There is a long list of reasons why he still doesnât hate him. He wishes he couldâ wishes he wanted to. He wishes it were as uncomplicated as that.
But this was the shell of the man heâd dragged back from the brink. This was what the Force had delivered him; what heâd refused to let go of, for better or worse.
âLater,â says Kallux. âBed.â
Ozy does as heâs told.
#writing#r: uphill in the sand#star wars au#this is a verse where kallux isn't actively with the rebellion so obviously it's pretty divergent from 'compromised'#the whole point of this was ozy being referred to as kallux's dog so....anyway....yeah.....#this is what i was referring to in the last post i reblogged ghjfdsgd#ch: ozymandias#txt: ozymandias
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Comfort Fanfic Recs
tagged by @beanarie
Rules: What are your old school comfort fics? The ones from fandoms that haven't been active in yeeeaaars, but you've read so many times you can practically quote them.
I'm limiting myself to fics that I bookmarked/saved 2015 or earlier to really make sure I'm only including those fics that I've read 5-10 times at minimum. I had a LOT of fun pulling this together, I'm not sorry with how long this list is. Since today sucks, I went with breadth. If you are unfamiliar with any of the authors here, please make sure you check out the rest of their fics because they can all WRITE.
Flagging that a lot of these require you to be logged in on AO3 to see.
Walk with Me by JoeLawson/@tygercaine, The Losers (2010)
Figured that Roque would pass out and make Jensen carry his lazy ass halfway across Afghanistan.
Why? Hurt/comfort for days, lovely plotting, and super well crafted storytelling. I'm always a sucker for team fics/ensemble fics and this hits that perfect length, plot, and characterization for me that makes for the perfect re-read.
Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves by auburn (RIP) (Stargate: Atlantis, SG-1)
Vala Mal Doran and her partners, renegades Jehan abd-Ba'al and Meredith McKay, hijack the Tau'ri ship Prometheus and leave the Milky Way behind in search of the Lost City of the Ancients, Atlantis.
Why? This is a massive series, but we have a great McShep relationship, VALA!!, angst, action, heist!fic, and having a fantastic time exploring ripples through cannon from a relatively simple starting point. It's over 300K, so it's not a quick re-read, but auburn had a great grasp of language. If you've never read any of her stuff, I highly recommend it.
A Farm in Iowa 'Verse by @sheafrotherdon (SGA)
John inherits a farm, Rodney ends up entirely out of his element, and there is much ado about baseball. Completely AU.
Why? This series is gentle without ever going into schmaltz, keeps the core of John Sheppard and Rodney McKay are as characters despite their way more mundane settings, and the love the author has for their created small town and community pours out of the page.
Play it Again by @metisket (Teen Wolf (TV))
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derekâs plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He shouldâve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself. âLaura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. Theyâre at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)â
Why? I think this was the fic in which I came to LOVE the fandom interpretation of Laura as the bossy older sister who lovingly bullies Derek into a seemingly passable facsimile of a normal human. I love all of the POVs in this one, but I think what makes it a consistent comfort re-read is the willingness to lean in to the both the absurd and the melancholy.
In Our Line of Work by @enjambament (Inception)
Arthur wakes up and realizes the last ten years of his life have been a dream. He is nineteen, and he can barely remember where he is. What he can remember is the ghost of Eamesâ hands pressed down on his chest trying frantically to stop the blood flooding up around his fingers as Arthur died (as he woke up).
Why? I love a time travel fic and this one manages it without any (official) time travel. I love a competent character and this fic is Arthur-focused (whose job is being super competent). The story done such a good job with Arthur's POV, being unsure of his reality, trying to re-fit himself to a whole new world, but being unwilling to give up on Eames entirely. Action, romance, angst, and humor. How can you go wrong?
Spocktoria by @waldorph (Star Trek (2009))
Spock is heir to the Federation throne, Jim is Prince of America because his fucking brother abdicated, and the Klingons are on the verge of blowing shit up--a love story.
Why? Well, picking one Waldorph fic was hard, but this one won because a) YES, re-imagine Young Victoria as a space opera and b) anytime an AU can get the core of the characters so perfect despite a really out there starting point just makes for a delightful reading experience. Waldorph shines with dialogue, seriously - you'll giggle, you'll get angry, you'll get misty eyed. And this story delivers on the core love story and the ending in a lovely way.
Reconstruction by @rageprufrock (Captain America)
In which Stephanie Rogers is the complicating element in the sweeping romance of Bucky Barnes and Lady Liberty.
Why? This one is still in progress (unlike the rest, which are all complete) but I LOVE how Pru really took the concept of gender swapped!Cap and added a spice of historical revisionism. Her Stephanie is such a fleshed out woman, whose struggles with adapting to modern life feel real and urgent. I'm a sucker for stories that have characters with broader support networks and supporting characters, which this story has in spades (her Natasha is especially lovely).
Sour Cherry Life by FaithDaria and PaBurke (Supernatural, Criminal Minds)
Dean has retired to the civilian life. Too bad no one told the serial killer currently stalking teenagers in Indiana.
Why? I love a crossover fic and this was one that inspired my giant SPN/Criminal Minds fic from well over a decade ago. I am a sucker for an outsider POV, which this fic does a great job in highlighting the CM crew trying to make sense of a retired Dean Winchester. I love the team dynamics that the authors build among the CM crew and Dean trying his best to protect his family from a threat he really can't address head on. (Bonus - since they're not on AO3 and it would be easy to miss, if you want more SPN crossovers consider Learning to Fly, a fun Sentinal/Guide AU The Spirit Rescue, or a fun de-aged Dean fic The Hedgehog Rescue featuring a lovely parental Bobby over on ff.net)
Embers by Vathara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Dragon's fire is not so easily extinguished; when Zuko rediscovers a lost firebending technique, shifting flames can shift the worldâŚ
Why? Ok, another giant fic (700K!!!) but hear me out - it's the PERFECT fic to download when you are going on vacation/work trip. I now travel quite a bit cross-country for work and having a copy of this story makes the time go by so quickly. It's amazingly well-written, has a lot of fun drawing from history, has a HUGE amount of rich world building, and features a trying so hard to keep it together Zuko that I just adore. Bonus points if you read the original story posted on ff.net where the author's notes for each chapter just let you sink into the world - they're like DVD commentaries for fic chapters. This nerd's dream.
tagging @kashmir1, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby, @smellectric, @thefriendlymurderer, @lilbunnifufu, and anyone else who would like to play!
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Mario Bros: Take the Pain Away AU
Set in the Movie-verse, an AU to my usual works. WARNING graphic depiction of migraine pain and anxiety under the cut:
  After saving the Mushroom Kingdom, the Bros learned from Peach that the star spirits, powerful magical beings in this world, wanted to meet the heroes and grant each a wish as thanks for stopping Bowser. Gathering at the hill known as Star Hill, they meet the eldest of star spirits...
  "Step forth, and speak your heart's desire."   Luigi took a step back, nervously wringing his hands. "M-Mario, you go first." he urged. "You deserve it." The older twin gave a bright smile. "Thanks, Lu. I've got something big I wanna ask for."   Retreating back to where Peach and Toad were waiting, Luigi watched as his brother stepped before the star spirit.    "Mario," the voice was warm and gentle, "you of brave and kind heart. What is your true desire?" Mario was quiet for a moment, glancing back at his little brother before turning back to the spirit with a determined look.    "My lil bro has always been there for me. I wanna do something for him. Can you grant my wish to take away his migraines?"   There was a choked gasp from behind him and a whimper. "M-Mario..."   The spirit looked sad. "I can do as you wish, but there is a price, my child. Pain cannot just be wished away. It must be taken on by another. This means all of it. All the pain of the past will be given to them in the breath of a moment and they will bare all the pain of the future from henceforth on. Do you know a soul willing to claim this burden?"    "I will." Mario spoke with no hesitation.   Luigi's scream was lost as a flash wrapped around both him and Mario. The older twin swayed. His body felt as though he had been lugging around a sandbag. His skin was clammy, chills made him shiver and nausea swept over him. As a haze wrapped around his mind he could faintly hear his little brother sobbing, begging for the wish to be reversed.
  Luigi, was this what you saw? he wondered as ribbons of lights danced all around his line of sight. The burning sensation over his skull was next, a building heat that made him break into a cold sweat and his stomach lurched, sending him to his knees.   A rush of fear and anxiety swept over him, sensations so intense he felt his mind was being ripped apart as Luigi's thoughts became his own.   Not again, not another one, please, not again...   I'm going to let everyone down.   They're going to hate me... I get sick so much....   Gotta get this done! Gotta help Mario before this starts!   Can't get sick can't get sick, we're on a job, I gotta keep going...   What if this never goes away? What if it never stops? Another wave of nausea, fear and stress squeezing his throat.   A night back at the apartment, staying after Sunday dinner because he was too sick to return to the Mushroom Kingdom. Then he was in a hospital bed, rushed to the ER in the middle of the night from the pain. He could hear Uncle Tony nearby, begging the doctor to run scans and citing his own medical history.    "Please, doc, kiddo's been so sick with this. Ya gotta check, make sure he doesn't have what I had..." The memories and echos swirled through his mind's eye, clouding his thoughts along with the thick brain fog.
  Then the pain hit.
  Mario hit the ground and curled up in the fetal position, trembling violently. He couldn't open his eyes, even the gentle glow of the stars all around were as bright as strobe lights. His head throbbed, pulses rippling down his spine before tearing up into his jaw and burrowing into his eyes. A sharp stabbing and it moved, burying into his temples before squeezing, a belt strapped round his head that threatened to pull and snap his neck. He gasped, shuddering breaths as tears streamed down his face. Was this what Luigi had always felt?   Another wave of pain and Mario did something he had never done. He screamed at the top of his lungs. His chest burned, tears like fire trickled down his cheeks as he broke, shivering and weeping as he gasped. The attempt to get enough air in his lungs to scream again was stopped as he felt arms pull him close. A warm chest beneath his head, the sound of a heart beating beneath his ear. A loving caress to his cheek as tears joined his.    "Pl-Please," Luigi pleaded, "reverse this, use my wish to make him better, anything, please!"    "L-Lu... N-No..." he mumbled. Luigi let out a sob. "I never wanted you to feel this." he wept. "Please, please give it back to me."   Lu, you call me brave but you've lived with this for years. Let me take it, you don't deserve this, Mario's inner thoughts reached the star spirit and they spoke with sadness.    "A wish granted to protect another cannot be reversed, cannot be wished away. Your brother's soul was bared with his wish, and it will not be taken from him."   The pain grew to be too much and Mario blacked out. The last thing he heard was Luigi crying softly.    "I have my wish."
  Mario was never sure exactly what Luigi had wished for that day. All he did know was when he was stricken with a migraine, hiding with only the dim night light to break through the darkness, he was able to sleep peacefully as long as his brother was with him.   Recorded in the history of the star spirits were the brother's wishes. Beside Luigi's name read "I wish to always bring him comfort."
END by "CC"
#fanfic#luigi#mario#super mario bros#mario movie#uncle tony#mario bros#star spirits#tw migraine#graphic pain description#hurt/very little comfort
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I've seen like one episode of Buffy maybe but I've watched most of Angel including the episodes that had Faith in them and I feel I understand the concept of Buffy the show and the character, anyway should I read Faith/Buffy fanfic and if so which ones?
god okay i REALLY think you should watch buffy though. i mean, i'm remarkably biased because it's one of my all-time favorite shows, but if you have the time and even the slightest bit of interest i'd recommend at least season 3 (IDEALLY. season 2 + 3 because they are very much part of one big conversation, but if you can only commit to one thing then i'd say prioritize s3 for the faith arc).
BUT you didn't ask me about that, you asked me if you should read faith/buffy fanfic so - yeah! yes. there's a lot out there that's SO good, of course you should read it.
i think ground-up AUs are good for this bc you can read them with basically no knowledge of the source (i mean. it's enhanced by source knowledge, but you can get by without) for this I'd recommend the no-powers college AU 2001 by @morningsound15, which does an incredible job of translating the important parts of the characters and their relationships and hang-ups and issues to a world where they aren't wrapped up in supernatural shenanigans.
Aside from that, I think there are a few season-rewrites that are pretty accessible if you've got a basic working understanding of the show and the characters. Some of my favorites are:
Coexist by @coraniaid which is a lovely (and recently completed!) canon-divergence AU that explores what would change if it was Giles, not Jenny Calendar, who was killed by Angelus in season 2. It's a rare type of AU that consistently surprises me with how intricate and thoughtful it is in exploring the ripple effects of such a huge change and it does some great character work with both Faith and Buffy.
to hold off the lightning by @episode5s which is a season 3 AU that picks up about halfway through s3. Again we get some really amazing character work (the character voice here is just insanely good) with a lot of amazing fallout from another canon-divergence point - what if Faith was able to be walked back from the ledge after killing Allen Finch? It's a tricky proposition - I genuinely think a lot of the best parts of Faith's character arc are tied into the fact that she has her heel turn and goes dark, but here the author is able to preserve all the best of the tension and trauma of that arc, while still allowing things to play out differently. Incredible slowburn romance here, too.
Finally, I'd be remiss to write a fuffy fic rec list without touching on a truly inspirational all-timer from one of the fandom's best and most prolific writers: the Vengeance verse fics by @aliceinwondrbra. The series begins with Vengeance a Wishverse AU - season 4 Buffy meets an alternate universe version of Faith that didn't go dark and experiences a belated gay awakening in the course of working together. The sequel, Hypnopompia, is where things really take off for me - back in her universe, Buffy is determined to help Faith. There's a ton of great stuff here: shared coma dreams, Faith redemption, a really great exploration of Faith and Buffy's sexuality and related traumas. Alice is one of the best in the biz when it comes to voice - absolute, total pro. I read this fic like two years ago and it changed my brain. Left me feeling like "wow, I want to write something that will make other people feel the way I felt reading this" and I don't know if I've done that yet, but I'm gonna keep trying.
ALL those fics are great and I can't recommend them enough. Luckily for you, if you want to get into this, the fandom has been going strong for years and there's a ton of good stuff out there I haven't linked here. There's plenty to discover. Enjoy!
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STEVEN UNIVERSE AU Idea â âLove Like Youâ (Pantheon Finale)
Canon-Compliant | Healing Fountain Sequence
Setting: Roseâs Healing Fountain â bathed in soft pink light. The corrupted gems wait around the central platform. Steven stands with White, Blue, and Yellow. Music begins as they reach out together.
[EXT. ROSEâS FOUNTAIN â DUSK]
The corrupted gems whimper and howl, circling the pool. The light from Stevenâs gem glows brighter, pulsing outwards. The Diamonds link hands. Healing begins.
(Just as in the finale⌠until the energy shifts.)
[SFX: A low, deep resonance trembles beneath the platform.]
The water ripples. The light falters. Steven gasps, eyes glowing softly.
Suddenlyâa new presence joins the aura. A slow, gentle voice hums from the Earth itself.
BLACK DIAMOND (V.O., soft, echoing):
If I could begin to beâŚ
The platform trembles. From beneath the healing fountain, a massive obsidian figure risesâBlack Diamond, cracked but whole, rising from the shadows.
[CAMERA: CLOSE-UP â BLUE DIAMONDâS FACE]
She gasps. Her knees nearly buckle. Tears stream silently.
BLUE DIAMOND (whispers):
âBlackâŚâ
BLACK DIAMOND (singing gently):
Half of what you think of meâŚ
[YELLOW DIAMOND â CLENCHING HER FIST]
Her lip quivers. Sheâs never looked more vulnerable. She steps forward, her voice breaking.
YELLOW DIAMOND (through clenched teeth):
âYou left usâŚâ
BLACK DIAMOND (without blame):
I could do about anythingâŚ
[BLACK KNEELS]
He holds out both hands, palms up. Blue staggers into his arms. Yellow follows. The three of them, once rulers of galaxies, now weep like children.
BLACK (smiling faintly through tears):
I could even learn how to loveâŚ
[THE LIGHT RETURNS]
Their emotional unityâthe love, the guilt, the griefâactivates the healing light like never before. The corrupted gems begin to glow⌠and change.
[CAMERA: WIDE SHOT â THE GEMS]
Jasper. Centipeetle. Nephrite. The General. Dozens of corrupted gems begin to re-form, tearfully holding one another.
BLUE DIAMOND (joining Black, singing through tears):
When I see the way you act,
Wondering when Iâm coming backâŚ
YELLOW DIAMOND (softening, voice trembling):
I could do about anything,
I could even learn how to love like youâŚ
[GARNET, PEARL, AMETHYST â WATCHING]
Garnet is stunned. Amethyst starts crying. Pearl steps forward slowly⌠her eyes fixed not on Steven, but on the General, now fully healed.
[WHITE DIAMOND â THE FINAL STEP]
She looks to Black, voice caught in her throat.
WHITE (quiet):
âYou forgive us?â
BLACK (warm):
âI never stopped.â
They sing together:
BLACK & WHITE:
I always thought I might be badâŚ
[CHORUS â ALL DIAMONDS JOIN]
They form a circle around the fountain. The light flares outward in concentric waves.
Now Iâm sure that itâs trueâŚ
âCause I think youâre so good,
And Iâm nothing like youâŚ
[FINAL MONTAGE]
The corrupted gems embrace. The General falls to his knees, shaking, healed.
Pearl approaches, trembling. She reaches for his hand.
Connie watches Steven, glowing in awe.
Roseâs fountain blooms with brilliant new flowers, gold and pink.
[LAST VERSE â BLACK, BLUE, YELLOW, WHITE IN UNISON]
Look at you go,
I just adore you,
I wish that I knewâŚ
What makes you think Iâm so specialâŚ
[FINAL SHOT â DIAMOND PANTHEON, FULLY UNITED]
Black stands at the center. To his left: White, Blue, Yellow. To his right: Purple, Green, Red. All of them facing Stevenâhands over their gems.
They bow.
BLACK DIAMOND (gently):
Love like youâŚ
WHITE DIAMOND (quiet, with reverence):
Love me like youâŚ
[CUT TO WHITE]
[TITLE CARD: âSTEVEN UNIVERSEâ â END]
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