#they might tell them about their shenanigans when they're old enough but tell them to keep out of it

[vparka]

Thinking about Montague's hotel, the Grand Glacier. It's so preeetttyyyyyy. i'm almost always landing there when I play BR,,,

Can you imagine an alternative universe where Montague and Midas grow old together and they own the hotel ??

Like, they're the lovely old couple that owns a luxurious hotel (the papers have Montague's name, but since Midas is his husband, he's the co-owner now) !!! people don't know about it now 'cause of the years that have passed, but on their prime years they both were an absolute menace and cooked evil plans on there. but now they're old and retired, you can see Montague having breakfast and greeting the guests mindlessly while Midas sits down on their usual table, kisses Montague's forehead and gives him his usual coffee. Montague would slice his pain au chocolat in half and offer it to Midas, who instead of taking it would take a bite while Montague holds the pastry. Montague might look annoyed and say something like

"it's your fault my hair is greying now, i can't with you."

but Midas would smile a little bit and respond something like

"But you look really good with grey hair."

Montague would take a sip of his coffee to break eye contact and whisper. "You too. You're lucky you're aging really well. Comme un bon vin." [Like fine wine.] they're both disgustingly sweet. <3

They reminisce about the chaos they caused together on the island: raids, killing enemies, stealing data, evil masterplans. the usual romantic stuff. They sit and think about it on one of the benches in the hotel's garden. And they just love each other so much: when they aren't together they definitely glance at their diamond&gold matching rings. definitely. methinks.

They're also still kind of cold towards others and ppl don't know how they got together, but only they & ppl who are close to them know how well they fit together...

Aaaaand... they might be the kind of grandparents that will give money and candy to their grandchildren when the parents aren't looking. bonus points if its Midas sneaking a couple of golden coins to Jules' kids (Nitroengineering!!!)

[user16121215]

You Go Missing - DoL

How the DoL LI act when you go missing longer than usual.

Reader characteristics not mentioned.

TW - Usual DoL Shenanigans

Alex The Farmer

Man, they want to come and find you but they're so unsure of themself. Maybe they're just over reacting and you'd be pissed off at them if they came looking for you. Maybe you are in danger but if they try to help it'll just make things worse. Besides, they've got the farm to look after. You'll come back on your own….. eventually… right..?

Avery The Bussiness Person

Avery has as many connections as they have cash in the bank. I feel like they would be able to track you down fairly easily and even bail you out if need be but whether or not you deserve it in their eyes is a different matter. If you're not that important to them then you're not going to get a second glance from them. If you have anything in the way of a criminal record then maybe they decide that you need to suffer a bit before being saved.

Eden The Hunter

Eden has pulled you out of sticky situations before, whether that's Remy's farm, the asylum or even one of their own traps. Point is, wherever you are, Eden. will. find. you. Whether you want them to or not

Kylar The Loner

Oh god every second you spend away from this poor soul they are in hysterics trying to devise ways of getting you alone with them again. If you've properly disappeared to the point that they can't find you by regular means (stalking) then it's time for they'll be on a warpath to get you back. Kylar will probably get their parents involved if the situation is dire enough

Robin The Orphan

It's not uncommon for you to disappear for a few days, or hell even a few weeks sometimes. Robin trusts you and knows you can take care of yourself but this time is different. They can't tell why but it just is. Of course the wanted posters go up, right next to all the others but they know that's not going to cut it. They honestly don't know what to do or where to start looking but after all the effort you've put in for them, they can't just let your disappearance slide without trying to find you themselves. Even if that means resurfacing some old wounds

Sydney The Faithful

Thoughts and prayers :)

Whitney The Bully

If you think you can rely on Whitney for anything I hate to break it to you but you're gonna learn your lesson the hard way. Whitney cares for you on some level, sure, but they care about their reputation a whole hell of a lot more. They're certainly not going to talk to anybody about how their favourite slut hasn't been seen in a while, they won't even mention your name. They maybe might linger by a few dark alleys a little bit longer than most hoping to catch a glimpse of you but don't expect much else than that

[gabessquishytum]

One night stand pregnancy shenanigans!!

Modern Day AU - Death still challenges Dream to talk to brash Hob Gadling (maybe Hob is an up and coming star//old high school crush//silly reasons business rival) instead of actually settling their specious issues, they have a night, or weekend, of hot fantastic sex...........and one of them falls pregnant.

Because they're idiots and dumb-asses, whichever one is pregnant declines to tell the other and goes through it alone; they could have, and would have (will) fall in forever love with each other if they gave the other a chance, but IDIOTS.

They stay out of each other's ways until bb!Orpheus or bb!Robyn are toddler enough to get lost and run up to their father, who is the safest person they could find to get them back to papa. Because while they might not talk to each other they have no qualms about telling their child how wonderful their other father is, so of course bb recognizes him and goes to his daddy for help when he's lost.

Ommggg I'm imagining super brash, slightly annoying super rich CEO Hob who's business just got craaaazy popular. Dream is a long-suffering executive in the same industry, and they're kinda rivals but not really - anyway, there's a conference. They both attend. Passionate unprotected sex occurs.

And then suddenly Hob disappears. He hands the reigns of the company over to a trusted employee, and vanishes from the industry entirely. Dream is perplexed, and he thinks about Hob a lot (he can't help himself) but he moves on with his own life and goals.

Then one day a few years later, at the big museum nearby, Dream feels a tug on his hand. There's a small boy beside him, looking rather worried and clutching a stuffed duck in his arms. "I lost daddy." He says, morosely. "You look like other daddy. Help?"

Of course it's only a minute before Hob sprints down the corridor and practically snatches Robyn up into his arms. He and Dream are just standing and staring at each other in the middle of the museum, until Dream is like "......other daddy???"

In the museum cafe, Hob gives Dream the lowdown: he realised he was pregnant, managed to convince himself that Dream actually didn't like him and wouldn't want their child, and pretty much ran away. Basically as soon as he had Robyn he realised that he fucked up, but was never sure how he could just. Show up on Dream’s doorstep with a baby. So he stayed away but made sure that he told Robyn all about Dream, so that one day he could hopefully make contact.

Dream sits there with Robyn asleep on his lap while Hob apologises over and over... and all he wants to do is take Hob home, and cuddle both him and Robyn forever and ever. They end up having their first (well, not first, but first after a break) kiss in the gift shop - as Robyn wisely observes: 'yucky!!!'

Then again, he might be saying 'ducky'. Dream has a little bit of catching up to do on toddler language!!

[demigod-of-the-agni]

PLEASSEEE TELL US ABOUT YOUR MYTHIC MUMBATTAN AU PLEASE PLEASEE

>:) very well, my people (currently screaming because i wrote a response but i accidentally CTRL+Zd everything out of existence lmao)

The Mythic Mumbattan AU is me pouring the following ingredients into an explosive mess:

Hindu mythology and Indian culture overload

college!Spider-Man shenanigans

revamping the original Spider-Man: India plotlines and expanding the lore

character studies!!! my favourite :)

a potential and self-indulgent crossover with another indian superhero (if we ever get there)

the horrors.

Pavitr and his personal cast!!! just!!!! THEY!!!!!!

(keep reading if you want more goodies >:D)

So the CoffeeBean is a coffeeshop that existed in the mainstream Marvel universe and in real life but that's another thing; the cast below frequently drop by to hang out with one another. The Mumbattan-equivalent of the CoffeeBean is actually the TeaHouse which is another real life thing but shh and so in-universe they're called the TeaHouse gang, but in my heart they'll always be the CBG 😌

Everyone goes to Brihanmumbai State University (BSU). Lots of crazy things happen here. Pavitr's relationship with the others is always in flux but ultimately they're super close with one another (fuck it, they might as well be poly). Their personalities I try to keep as close as I can to the mainstream universe E616 comics, but I'm being creative and letting a few things from the SMI comics and ATSV influence them:

Pavitr Prabhakar — Tamilar (Tamil); he has the charm and skills from his ATSV counterpart and the smarts from his SMI counterpart; he can be a bit of a jerk and a flake, but he tries to be a good friend, and is much more open than he was in high school.

Meera Jain — Kannadiga (Kannada); basically how I've written her in tibim: everyone's first impression of her is that she's carefree and seems to not worry too much about life. She secretly deals with a lot of self-doubt and personal fears, but the gang's presence is enough for her to push them aside.

Gayatri Singh — Gujarati (Gujarati); she's probably the most quiet of the gang, but undeniably the kindest. She's more similar to Pavitr, in that she's stubborn and quick to judge. She's the glue of the gang and always willing to extend a hand to others

Hari Oberoi — Maharashtrian (Gujarati/Marathi/Hindi); the son of the man who tried to bring literal hell to earth, but other than that he's okay. He's a people-pleaser despite having everything, and struggles with his own self-image and who he should become

Ekansh "Flash" Travasso — Goan (Marathi); the high school jock who's grown more understanding and compassionate. He knew Pavitr the longest, so they have quite an interesting collection of interactions. (ALSO I'M SO SORRY I WROTE THOMPSON IN THE ART POST INSTEAD OF TRAVASSO 😭 maybe i should go back and edit that)

Spider-Man is Spider-Man'ing. Mumbattan loves him (sort of. Inspector Singh has mixed feelings). But another question: why is that every where Spider-Man goes the demons of yore all start showing up and begin wrecking havoc? Why is that? I am taking the magic in Spider-Man: India and dialing it up to five million — horrors and magic of every kind! I can get my hands real dirty and /really/ push Pavitr to his limit >:)

That is all for now. There will be more characters, but they'll show up in time. Lots of stories too, all old and new and revamped and crazy, but they'll be told when they're ready. Perhaps this is enough to satiate everyone's hunger? (unless you want to know something else, then by all means go ahead and ask!!!)

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 7

I was so confused about what was going on but I think this is what happened in the original timeline before she started changing things

I'm going straight under the cut now because I don't want to put spoilers where people might see them

See when everyone described what happened to her as a car accident first of all I assumed she was in a car that crashed, then maybe that a car had hit her and knocked her off her bike. I did not have 'deliberately mown down by a serial killer' anywhere near my radar. That is in no way an accident. And it's not like no one knows because it happened right in front of Sunjae.

Uh...what the fuck? She changed what happened to her and now she's super in the past???

I have no idea what's triggering the time jumps. The first time was right after Sunjae died. Which, fair enough, she travelled back to save him. Then when Taesung asked her out she travelled back to 2023. She travelled back to 2009 when Inhyuk told her Sunjae had wanted to apologise to her for something and now she's prevented herself from being hit by a car she's ended up in ???? Joseon era???

I'm just trying to figure out if there's a pattern or something specific that triggers it.

Oh, lol, it's a film set. I should have figured.

Oh no she took the job at the shitty company that wouldn't employ her because she was in a wheelchair

Okay, I'm suspicious. She's stopped herself from getting hit by a car and paralysed, and Sunjae is still alive in 2023. We're not even at the halfway point so clearly something is amiss somewhere...

GASP! There is a woman in Sunjae's apartment. Has the time travel shenanigans made him fall in love with someone else?

HAHA! Okay, never mind

Oh no all her fangirl stuff has been replaced with normal stuff. OF COURSE! She only became a fan after Sunjae gave her that speech while she was in the hospital after being hit by the car. If she wasn't there for him to give the speech, she never became his fan.

Ooh so is the rest of the story going to be her trying to get Sunjae to fall back in love with her? Which will be interesting because currently he thinks she's a stalker

I realise I am speaking as a person whose room is full of merch from my various fandoms but god her room looks so boring now

She doesn't have the man she loves but she does have pretty shoes. That seems like a fair trade to me.

OOOOH! Grandma remembers the previous timelines!

Uh oh the date of her kidnapping has changed so something is clearly afoot

Wait does she even know how to drive?

Ehehe! Well, that didn't take long

Maybe tell someone your best friend just went into labour and you have to leave instead of running away from an important meeting (with the man you love) without saying anything

And how do you not notice you just knocked someone face first into a water feature?

Oh I really hope her husband is Im Sol's brother

HAHA! I knew it!

It's funny because she literally did run into him earlier that day

It's going to get to the point where even just hearing Jongho's song is going to make me cry because I'll be thinking of all these sad scenes

Aww he still has their photo even in this timeline

Oh my god he's taken out a restraining order against her! Does he still not know the name of his 'stalker'? Well, this can be something they can laugh about when they're old and married. "Remember that time you pushed me in a fountain and I filed a restraining order against you."

LMAO she literally just signed the restraining order like an hour ago and now she's trying to see him at his concert. I don't think she understands how restraining orders work.

I do hope this storyline gets resolved soon though I'm sad when they're not together on screen.

YAY but also OH NO because maybe the day of Sunjae's death has just changed to today?

[wangxianficrecs]

In My Defense, I Have None (For Never Leaving Well Enough Alone) by SemiLocalCryptid

In My Defence, I Have None (For Never Leaving Well Enough Alone)

by SemiLocalCryptid

T, WIP, 73k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Wen Ning are unsure of how they feel about Nie Huaisang trapping them in a soul-transferring array that sends them to the past, long before the happy ending they had suffered so much for. Reliving their most traumatic memories is not what they had planned when they went out on a seemingly innocuous nighthunt. But now that they're here, apparently to stay, they have no intention of making the same mistakes twice. (Or, a Time-Travel AU where Nie Huaisang sends Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Wen Ning, and himself back to their first night at the Cloud Recesses with an agenda: save everyone, especially his brother) Kay's comments: So, this story is one of my favourite time-travel stories and it's one I find myself re-reading again and again, because it's just so good. Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and Wen Ning are send back in time to the Cloud Recesses Study Days and the story explores how they adjust to being back, who they decide to tell and how the start making changes to make sure things will play out differently and better. I really love the choice of which characters travelled back and that Wen Ning gets some love as well, since I feel he often gets overlooked and I love how the story explores the scars, visible and not, which their lives left on the characters and how they can't just go back in time and pretend to still be the same people. Excerpt:With a sudden gasp of realisation, Wei Wuxian straightens in his lap, hands coming up to pull at Lan Wangji’s collar frantically, trying to pull apart his many layers. Lan Wangji, who had been busy committing his husband’s old-but-new face to memory (Wei Wuxian has the faintest mole beneath his lower lip, it’s adorable), is unceremoniously jerked back to the present. “Wei Ying!” Wei Wuxian ignores him and manages to loosen the robes enough to slide one hand underneath to the back of his shoulder and then down his chest over his heart. A sob wrenches out of him, “They’re gone. They’re gone.” Oh. Lan Wangji smiles softly down at Wei Wuxian, pressing their foreheads together, “They never were, Wei Ying.” Wei Wuxian’s hand slips out of his collar only to grasp it tightly and yank him forward, crushing their lips together. Lan Wangji kisses back, hands coming up to cup the sides of his face, matching Wei Wuxian's desperation and relief with his own. ‘He still tastes the same,’ he thinks absently. It had surprised him before, too, the first time he kissed him in Mo Xuanyu’s body. As though this essence of Wei Wuxian had transmigrated with his soul somehow. He deepens the kiss, chasing that sweetness, remembering the long years after their hunt on Phoenix Mountain when he had had nothing but his memories of that stolen kiss to keep him company. Wei Wuxian makes a punched-out sound low in his throat—guttural and desperate—that Lan Wangji has never heard from him before. It’s different and startling and incredibly arousing, and Lan Wangji realises that he would do absolutely anything to hear it again. But Wei Wuxian jerks back, seemingly surprised by his own noises, and stares at Lan Wangji in wide-eyed shock.

wip, wip rec week, time travel, time travel fix-it, established relationship, pov alternating, canon divergence, wen ning lives, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, inventor wei wuxian, genius wei wuxian, domestic fluff, good sibling lan xichen, cloud recesses study arc, cloud recesses shenanigans

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[drkmgs]

Make this a very special one please!

Can you do a fic about Reader is Wednesdays big sister and wednesday is still a little baby and is like 4-5, So Reader takes care of wednesday while her parents are gone. But wednesday is never happy around reader and only happy around others so she acts cold and mean to reader ( As usually ) and doesnt behave, So Reader gets angry and avoids her. and Wednesday gets EXTREMELY Murderous and furious because of it.

Older Sister

Wednesday Addams x Sis! Reader

Warning: flame gun.

I don't often get requests, so why not do it? It will be my first time writing from a female Reader's perspective but I still used "you". It isn't extremely murderous and furious for a Wednesday Addams, because I think her sadistic side would be built up by the time she grows up and Maia Weems is just the young Gwendoline Christie, I have been seeing her old pictures everywhere, so might as well use them...

Being an older Sister comes with big responsibilities because how do you expect a child to look after another child? Anyway, you just turned 18 and your parents thought it would be a nice idea to leave your 4-year-old baby sister with you while they're out of town and do what evil knows! Do you have any idea how to take care of a 4-year-old? No, but you tried your best to get along with your younger sibling, which you think would never happen.

You're about to pack your things and abandon this house. You can't imagine where this little thing gets her energy from. She's been running around the house with a machete in her hand when she's supposed to be in bed for her afternoon nap. Your patience is growing thinner and thinner over time.

The whole house knows if you're mad — a deafening silence would be present in the house, and it would make normal people mad and wish to be sent to an institution. So, when you had enough of Wednesday Friday Addams's shenanigans, you treat her like a ghost. She would say mean things to you, taunt you, and/or give you the cold shoulder, but you didn't care anymore.

You asked Grandmama and Uncle Fester to look after Wednesday since she would listen to them — while you do one of your school projects, which isn't due after the summer — not like any Addams, people seem to like you and were willing to partner with you. You were excited about Maia Weems coming over. She's magnificent. She's literally like her mother and she looks 100% like her, just years younger. You have had this crush on her since you both started Nevermore and you definitely want to impress her.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup when a little dark cloud opens your bedroom door. "I'm glad you realized you aren't a good babysitter and gave the authority to Grandmama and Uncle Fester." Wednesday had her hand barely on the doorknob. "but Mother and Father explicitly said YOU should look after me." Wednesday added and stepped into the room. You flicked your finger, causing her to be sent out of the room and the door slammed onto her face. This angered the little viper and she silently walked away, thinking what the best way to get her revenge was. The doorbell rang through the whole house and she looked outside the window, there she finds her solution to her problem.

You let Maia enter the house, and you could see her face light up at the sight of the house, you could tell she liked the aesthetic of it. You toured her around the house, not thinking about where your sister is, not until you see an incoming arrow, you were about to flick it away but Maia caught it in time. She was shocked but still had a smile on her face and that's when she noticed Wednesday hiding behind the door. "Oh wow, Who do we have here? Hi! I'm Maia, your sister's friend. What's your name?" Maia kneeled in front of Wednesday just a few feet away.

When Wednesday didn't answer Maia looked up to you for a little help. "That's Wednesday. My little sister." You introduced the 4-year-old hiding behind the door. "Wednesday? What a unique name, where does it come from?" Maia asked still looking up at you. "Our mother named her after her favorite rhyme 'Wednesday's child full of woe'." You looked at Wednesday, you gave her one of your signature signs — raising an eyebrow — meaning what was the arrow for? Wednesday didn't say anything but just shrugged and slammed her door, which caused Maia to flinch and lose her balance, but you were quick to hold her up. You received a thank you from her, which you acknowledged with a nod, but your brain was in full gear thinking about what is Wednesday up to.

Both of you sat in your room on the bed and it was awfully quiet. Too quiet for your liking. You had a gut feeling that Wednesday is up to no good. This didn't go unnoticed by the girl sitting beside you. "Y/N did you even listen to what I said?" Maia sensed your attention wasn't on her the whole time. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" You looked at her but still, you weren't fully attentive. Maia took your face in both of her hands and made you look her in the eyes. "I said, stop worrying about your sister" her face was inches away from yours which made you realize that and a slight blush creeps in on your cheeks.

That's when a little Wednesday Addams kicked the door open with a flame gun, which surprises Maia for a bit, then her facial expression changes to adoration. You were sitting there with your eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed at Wednesday. "Isn't she adorable, Y/N? Wednesday you look so cute with that flame gun." She said with a big full smile, which you love so much. This comment made Wednesday stop swinging the flame gun and turned it off. "Oh sweetheart, what's wrong? Did I say something bad?" Maia was confused seeing Wednesday's face start to distort into a...smile? and is that laughing? Is she laughing?

"Wednesday, you annoying little brat." You say which made her stop laughing. You snapped your fingers, which caused Wednesday to be trapped in an invisible rope, and floated in front of you. "Are you going to take your afternoon nap or I'll let Maia baby you until you get tummy aches from laughing?" You gently tell her, sure torture wasn't a big deal for her but laughing and a tummy ache is pure hell for your 4-year-old sister who's all melancholy since she was born. Talking to her gently was a sign that you mean what you said, being gentle in this family is odd enough, so when Wednesday got to hear your gentleness she had goosebumps all over her body, and made her tired.

The little girl yawned, still trapped in the invisible rope. Maia slapped your arm lightly indicating to let the little girl down, she stretched her arms to get the almost-asleep girl settled in her arms. You let Wednesday float above Maia's stretched arms and let her gently down. "I never knew you liked children?" Maia said rocking Wednesday in her arms. "I don't. I tolerate them." You move to stand up and show her Wednesday's room. Before Maia followed you, she looked down at the sleeping little girl and whispered "Be good to your sister, she loves you more than you know and I would appreciate it if you don't drive her mad, because I would like to marry her." The little girl squirmed in her arms, Maia knew Wednesday is listening and she knew this will change the relationship between you and Wednesday.

[smashboxgirl26]

i feel stupid (and contagious)

college student! dabi x fem! bass player! reader summary: “concerts” for random bands at little bars weren’t exactly dabi’s scene — though a cute bassist might make up for it. part of: @deartouya 's love in the everyday collab!! (apologies i know it took soooo long ;-:) contains: drinking (they're old enough!), general kind of fluff with meet cutes!! word count: 4.9k masterlist

“Concerts” for random bands at little bars weren’t exactly Dabi’s scene.

Their music usually sucked, for one, when they decided to play original songs instead of covers, which was often. The price of a simple bottle of beer was higher since the bar would try to take advantage of the influx of people—since college kids (other than himself) thought it was cool and underground to go see some randos they’d never heard of. And the people were assholes, more than usual at the very least, which he decided he could determine as a resident asshole himself. 

So no, Dabi didn’t end up in the crowd of this “concert” on purpose, being forced to rub elbows with a bunch of strangers while trying to take a sip of his beer. He’d been invited there by his friends to his favorite bar for his birthday, and now he was stuck in the crowd without a table since they all texted that they were going to be late.

(“You need more than one person in your party to be seated at a table, sir,” the hostess had said all the while trying to pretend like she wasn’t staring at Dabi’s tattoos and piercings before directing him towards the bar. 

As if he could give a shit about what she thought.)

The couple smushed right next to him looked like they were ready to jump each other’s bones; they’d bumped into his arm at least five times now as they continued making out, and Dabi grimaced as he tried to scooch away from the saliva-monsters with fail since there was no where he could’ve gone.

At that point, he wasn’t even sure why he hadn’t just blown the whole thing off when it’d already been twenty minutes and his friends hadn’t arrived. He’d been fine hanging out by the bar, but he should’ve suspected something was up when there were more people coming in than usual—he’d just chalked it up to it being a busier-than-normal Friday night. 

Stupid.

Honestly, he should’ve just left when he’d gotten the chance but now it was too crowded to try and push his way out and his phone was constantly buzzing with his “friends” telling him they were almost there.

He couldn’t do much but suck it up and deal with it, at that point. Maybe try and hope the stupid band that was playing was relatively good and that they wouldn’t make him want to claw his ears out. And if they sucked, well, he could just try and hope that he could escape before his friends forced him to stay and make his ears bleed.

Suddenly the crowd was cheering, and Dabi strained his eyes over the crowd to catch the band as they made their way onto the makeshift stage at the back of the bar. Even the couple aggressively making out next to him stopped in their shenanigans as the girl screamed at the top of her lungs—just to the sound of microphone feedback when the lead singer tapped on the mic.

Dabi flinched away from them, deciding to push himself forward in the crowd; he didn’t want to be caught in the middle of whatever they decided to do next.

“We’re Blood in the Water!” the guy standing at the front of the stage called out before the bar was drowned in more cheers: apparently these people were quite well known. “Thanks for joining us tonight—we hope you all enjoy!” 

That was all it took for him to nod to the drummer sitting behind him to count off the beat, before they jumped straight into Learn to Fly by the Foo Fighters.

Though Dabi hated to admit it, he found himself nodding along to the song, his foot tapping to the beat as the words came out of his lips in habit. They weren’t shitty and he had to commend them for that, even if he was still pissed at the fact he’d been forced to be there in the first place; and it was easy for him to fall into the music as their set went on.

(You couldn’t blame him for actually enjoying the music they played if they were actually good—better than he’d ever admit if he ever did. Not to mention their song choice was impeccable.)

The energy the band was putting into their performance was addicting, especially with the way the crowd around him was responding: shouting the lyrics out at the top of their lungs and jumping on top of each other at fast–paced songs in their excitement, though he was sure there was also a mosh pit somewhere in the middle. The main singer continued to encourage this behavior as he jumped and danced while singing into his mic, but Dabi’s eyes couldn’t help but slide over to the base player standing towards the side of the stage.

You Shook Me All Night Long had her hopping on the balls of her feet as she sang out the chorus with the rest of the band while Teenagers had her headbanging as hard as she probably could while she took on the solo instead of the guitar. Something about her was alluring, and it only seemed to get better when she jumped into the middle of the mosh pit while still playing along to All the Small Things.

It was only during Come as You Are that Dabi was reminded what’d actually happened and why he was actually there, when a tap on his shoulder had him whirling around to find Himiko beaming at him and waving to join the table. 

(As it turned out, everyone had arrived at the same time. How convenient.)

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there,” she gave a sly smile while dragging him towards their table.

“They weren’t shit,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m allowed to enjoy non-horrible music.”

“Yeah, but you seemed to be specifically enjoying Y/N’s presence,” he heard her snicker.

Who is she talking about? Is that the bassist?

“What?”

“Don’t lie,” she smirked as they reached the table. “I saw you staring at her, all wide eyed and smiley.”

“Who’s got Dabi smiley?” Tomura looked up from the Nintendo Switch stuck in his grasp, an eyebrow raising as he scooted across the seat after Toga shooed him over the booth so she could sit next to Jin.

“No one,” Dabi rolled his eyes, ignoring the snickering stare Toga was giving him as he stuck himself in the booth next to Tomura. 

“Dabi’s in looooveee,” Himiko sang, ignoring the death glare Dabi was pointing straight after. 

Sometimes he really did wish looks could kill.

“Love?” Jin turned to him with surprise. “You should’ve told me! I hate love.”

“Shut it,” Dabi sneered. “No one’s in love. I was just listening to the music.”

“I knew you would enjoy them!” Himiko cheered. “Sooo, how did you like my birthday present?”

He should’ve known it was planned.

“It was fine,” he rolled his eyes. “...thank you.”

“I half expected him to be gone by the time we got here,” Tomura mused, taking a sip from his beer bottle. 

“If they played shittily, I would’ve.”

 “Y/N’s super good!” Himiko interrupted. “I wouldn’t have planned this all out if they sucked.”

“...who’s Y/N again?” Tomura looked to her boredly.

“She’s the bassist of course,” she chattered on. “I met her in literature last semester, and she’s super nice. We were partners for this project because we sat near each other and she was really fun! Plus, she’s like, really good at writing so she helped me with my final project and I got an A! Isn’t that so sweet of her? And after that we both–”

“Okay we get it,” he waved her off, his attention turning back to Dabi. “She’s got you smiley?” 

“No,” Dabi scoffed. “She’s just good at bass. I was just admiring her–”

“Liar,” she interrupted once more. “He was staring, like full-on-focused on her. He didn’t even know I was–”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dabi glared at her once more. 

(The whole conversation was getting on his nerves. Why was he getting picked on for admiring her skills? They wouldn’t do the same for Tomura.

It was probably just because it was his birthday. His stupid, fucking birthday that he never even celebrated till now.)

“Don’t be rude to Himi!” Jin slammed down his bottle, a finger accusingly pointed towards Dabi.

Himiko was only laughing at the whole display, cackling as she rocked back and forth —Jin calmed down in an instant, seeing as she wasn’t actually being threatened and Dabi only rolled his eyes. 

“Remind me how I know you people again,” he groaned, trying to get the last sip out of his beer bottle before standing up from the booth. “Fuck I need another beer.”

“Get me one too please,” Himiko smiled before going back to whatever game she was playing with Jin. 

He didn’t have much of a choice, only rolling his eyes as he stumbled back towards the counter through the growing crowd of people.

You were playing Smells Like Teen Spirit, and judging by the energy you and the rest of the band were putting into the performance, it was probably the last song of the set. Basic—but you played well enough that it wasn’t a negative point. 

“Two beers!” Dabi shouted when he got to the bar counter, in hopes that the bartender might be able to hear him through the blasted music and the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. 

The bartender nodded (though Dabi wasn’t sure if he actually understood what he said) before turning around and busying himself at the back — leaving Dabi to watch the stage as the last few notes rang out, the crowd erupting into cheers as the band thanked everyone for coming to watch. You smiled sweetly at the crowd, waving wildly before you all jumped off the stage to be mobbed by the people who were on the floor. 

“Here!” the bartender shouted over the chatter, pushing the bottles towards Dabi over the wooden counter. 

Dabi was still looking over to where the crowd was gathered at the bottom of the stage, where you and the rest of the band had gotten off.

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” The bartender grabbed Dabi’s attention when he went to grab the bottles.

“Who?” Dabi stared at him.

“The bassist,” he pointed back towards the crowd. “Saw you were staring.”

“Nah,” Dabi waved him off. “Just thought she was a good player.”

The bartender only snorted in response before he was called over to the other side of the bar. Dabi chose to roll his eyes and ignore him instead as he stumbled through the crowd back to the small booth they were sitting in. 

Only, there was someone new at the table.

“Dabi, look who joined us,” Toga smiled as he placed the bottle down on the table for her to take.

Sure enough, you were sitting right beside her—squished into their little booth of ragtags as if you’d been a part of the group the entire time. 

And fuck, you were prettier up close. All glossed lips and doe eyes as you clung to Himiko’s arm. 

Dabi almost forgot that he had to say anything until he caught Tomura giving him his stupid, cracking, dry smirk.

“Nice to meet you,” he nodded as he dipped down to scooch Tomura over in his spot. 

“You’re Dabi, right?” you smiled. 

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.”

 “You know Y/N,” Himiko looked his way slyly. “It’s Dabi’s birthday today.”

“Oh,” you looked surprised. “Uh, happy birthday.”

“And guess what else Y/N? My birthday present to him was your performance. And Dabi’s like, superrrr picky about what music he likes but he said he really liked your guys’ band—and he especially thinks that you’re super good at bass!”

 Dabi almost spat out the beer he’d just sipped, settling for choking on it instead as he watched Tomura snicker from the side even as he patted his back to help him soothe it down. A glare settled over his features as he stared in Toga’s direction, though she paid no mind as she continued chattering on with you.

“Uh, yeah,” was all Dabi could say, awkwardly, when you turned in his direction to gauge his reaction. “Yeah, you played well.”

“You should give him lessons!” Toga almost shouted, as if the lightbulb in her head had just gone off like it would in some anime.

(He really wanted to strangle her. He really did. Not that Tomura’s silent snickering from the side was making the situation any better. 

Jin, thankfully, was too engrossed in watching the game displayed near the top of the bar.)

“Thank you,” was all you could say, also awkwardly, while chuckling slightly. “And, I mean, I could if you wanted to,” you turned towards him with a small smile. “I actually teach some kids at the rec center.”

Of fucking course you were goddamn Mother Teresa on top of everything. Why should he be surprised?

“Cool,” he tried to sip his beer nonchalantly, though Tomura’s constant eyebrow waggling wasn’t helping. 

“Actually, I have to go to the bathroom,” Toga suddenly announced while pinching Jin’s arm. 

He muttered an ow before he followed her out of the booth (complaining about how he didn’t need to use the bathroom) before Tomura also made the excuse that he needed to grab another beer (even though his bottle was still pretty full) — which left the both of you alone at the booth and Dabi fuming as he sipped his beer quietly. 

Those idiots were about as subtle as screaming cows running across the hillside — what the fuck did they actually expect him to do? Ask you for your number or something? 

The whole situation was hopeless. 

“How’d you guys all meet?” you asked him through a sip of your drink — “You all seem super close.”

“Highschool,” he rolled his eyes. “They haven’t left me alone since.”

You let out a laugh at that, and Dabi almost caught himself smiling at the sound. 

“I’m sure they’re not that bad.”

“Have you met Himiko?” He raised an eyebrow. “Girl’s fucking obsessed with everyone she meets — she just latches on and never lets go.”

“I wouldn't say that’s a bad thing,” you chuckled, letting silence (though was it really silence, if the entire bar was shouting at the top of their lungs?) wash over the table. 

“What made you join a band?” Dabi decided to return a question.

“One of my friends kinda forced me,” you shrugged. “Their bassist quit on them at the last minute for one of their gigs so he emotionally manipulated me into filling in for them. Then they just kinda decided that I was a better fit and I’ve been a part of it ever since.”

“Emotionally manipulated?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, I swear,” you laughed at the suspicious expression he was making. “It was kinda along the lines of ‘It’s only once Y/N you have to do this for us! Remember when I brought you that dress when you spilled coffee on your shirt?’ — and honestly, I enjoy playing with them. It helped me learn that music was my creative outlet.”

“So you don’t study it I’m guessing?”

“No,” you laughed (and god, it was so fucking pretty). “I’m doing law. What about you?”

“Business,” he sighed — though unintentionally — but you caught on quickly as you raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to do business?”

Dabi sat alarmed, staring and blinking at you like a deer in headlights.

 How the fuck did you catch on so quickly?

“It’s uh– sorta, yeah,” he forced himself to catch his words quickly. “My dad runs this company that he wants me to eventually take over — even though I’d rather not.”

You must’ve noticed how caught off guard he looked from how apologetically you were staring at him.

What did it mean that he immediately felt bad because you looked upset and it was kind of his fault?

“Sorry,” you avoided eye contact to sip on your beer once more. “I didn’t mean for it to get so heavy. You just — didn’t sound very enthusiastic.”

“No, it’s fine.” He leaned back in the booth. “It was just kinda — unexpected — that you’d pick up on it so quickly.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but have you ever told your dad that you don’t want to run his business?”

“Yeah,” he sighed as he leaned back, letting one arm drape over the back of the booth — “It doesn’t work like that though.”

Dabi physically couldn’t stop the frown that made its way to his lips after taking a sip of his beer, memories caught behind his lashes as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Sorry,” you uttered under your breath, “It’s your birthday and I’m a stranger who’s forcing you to talk about stuff you don’t need to. I’ll catch you later, I guess.” 

When Dabi opened his eyes once more you were standing up, drink in hand to make your way out of the small corner booth; and he shot up without hesitation.

(Was he really that upset to see you go?)

“It’s not your fault,” he blocked your exit, hands outstretched so you couldn’t pass — though they were quickly retracted and scratching the back of his neck when he realized how threatening that must have been. “I, uh– Birthdays are already kind of a sore spot; I probably wouldn’t have celebrated if it weren’t for the rest of the gang. But, I promise, it’s not your fault for bringing it up.”

“Still,” you were giving him this small, sad smile that made him want to pull his hair out. “You should get to celebrate with your friends. I don’t wanna get in the way of that.”

“You’re not–”

“Y/N! We’re all going to– Oh, am I interrupting something?” 

A tall, familiar looking blonde guy was standing right behind Dabi when he turned around, hands on his hips while sizing Dabi up like he was about to try something with you.

“Keigo–” you were out of the booth before blondie could say anything else, “–this is Dabi; he’s one of Himiko’s friends. Dabi, this is Keigo.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dabi stuck his hand out, watching a tiny breath of air puff out of Keigo’s mouth as he took it begrudgingly. “You’re the lead singer, right?”

“Yeah,” Keigo seemingly stood taller.

“He’s the one who manipulated me into joining Blood in the Water,” you turned to Dabi quickly. 

“Manipulated?” An eyebrow rose on Keigo’s face before turning to Dabi. “Is that what she told you?”

“That’s what you did!”

“No,” he shook his head, laughing. “I just bothered you until you said yes.”

“That’s a form of manipulation,” you rolled your eyes.

“Is it really though?”

“Hey guys!” Another girl popped up — the girl who played the drums. “We’re leaving now, with or without you.”

“You’re free to join us if you like,” Keigo turned to Dabi, seemingly over his suspicion in under a second. “We’re heading to that bar down by the mall, this place is a little crowded now.”

“Nah it’s alright,” Dabi accepted his fate, clenching down on the part of his brain that wanted to ask you for your number so he could at least keep in contact. “My friends are all here — somewhere. I don’t wanna ditch ‘em.”

Your face seemed to drop when he said those words, but you nodded as the girl linked her arms in yours to drag you away. 

“See you around,” you waved before walking away — and Dabi could only repeat your action before you were gone with Keigo by your side, standing and staring from his little spot in the corner for what felt like hours.  

I’m such a fucking idiot. I made her feel bad.

“Dabi! What happened? Where’d Y/N go?” Himiko’s voice pulled him back, and Dabi could only turn and give her a weary look before slumping back into the booth to finish his beer. 

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Dabi didn’t talk to Himiko for two days after that: for her pathetic attempts at match-making, for putting him in that situation in the first place, for leaving him there with you thinking that he could get your number, (for giving him hope that he could get your number,)  for not fact checking because it was clear that Keigo was already into you. 

And he knew it was stupid that he was upset (and a little jealous, frankly) since you’d both just met that day but he couldn’t help it. What was he supposed to do about it at this point though?

(He pacified himself; he could be as salty about it as he wanted since it’d been his birthday, and that had to have some significance.)

Perhaps the only good thing that came out of it was the resurgence of music in his life. 

And no, Himiko did not successfully convince him to go and join your classes filled with little middle schoolers — though, to be honest, he might’ve considered it just to have an excuse to see you (outside of trying to run into you at school).

Instead, he found himself drawn back to playing the guitar like had in high school — something he’d buried desperately after he joined college to avoid looking like those lame-ass, stereotypical “guitar guys”; with all the tattoos and piercings he had, he didn’t need the whole female population swarming after him just because he had the stereotypical “bad boy” phenotype. 

Even though his refound interest was hidden — he did not want Shigaraki to find out and give him shit about it forever — he enjoyed the quiet afternoons spent in the little music shop near the edge of campus: it was always basically empty, the owner was old and chill so he didn’t care that Dabi wandered in all the time just to mess around with his guitars, and there was a small recording studio in the back (which was technically used to give lessons, but it was good just for practicing).

He even made a little routine out of it; he’d spend the morning going out to get breakfast and listening to music to hype himself up before going in and practicing the couple of songs he was working on for the rest of the afternoon.

But the last thing he expected to see when he wandered in one random afternoon, was you.

You were tucked in the back in the recording booth with a flashy bass the old man usually displayed in the front, playing your heart out to a song playing on the headphone situated over your head with your lips quietly mouthing out the words to the song. 

Dammit, Dabi forgot how pretty you were just after a few weeks of not seeing you — even in casual sweats and your hair tied up he still felt his heart start beating faster at just the sight of you. 

What was it about your presence that made him feel so different? For some reason, he didn’t feel as angered or annoyed by his conditions if you were near him.

He couldn’t really help it as he crept further towards the booth, watching from the almost-soundproof glass; he could tell that you were playing Smells Like Teen Spirit again from the riffs you repeated, and also the solo you took — and it made it obvious of how deep your love for music ran. You clearly loved what you did, even if you downplayed it as a hobby for other people. 

You’d finished now, though, and were staring– fuck, you were staring at him through the glass; and you sent him a small smile and a wave.

Dabi kinda wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it. 

“Hey,” he tried to wave casually when you walked out to meet him. 

“Hey,” you smiled. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I, uh, started coming here not too long ago…” he shrugged. “—To buy records and stuff.” He quickly added. He wasn’t sure that he could trust you to not tell Himiko about his guitar secret just yet. 

“So you’re not the guy my uncle said started coming in on the afternoons to come practice the guitar?” you planted your hands on your hips. 

Dabi almost sputtered in response. 

Your uncle?

No wonder you were allowed to play the most expensive instrument in that little shop. 

“I… uh…” he couldn’t really find an excuse for his blatant lie, but you interrupted him with a laugh.

“I’m just being annoying. Don’t worry, I’m sure you have your reasons.” you waved him off with a smile, grabbing the bass you were just playing to go hang it back in the front. 

“They’re not real reasons,” he followed you and continued. “I just don’t really want certain people to find out I started playing again — specifically Himiko.”

“Yeah, I could see the consequences of that,” you giggled, putting the bass back in its display before heading over to the small counter where the cash register was.

Dabi didn’t know what else to do but follow. 

“So… this place is your uncle’s?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, looking back up at him. “I take over sometimes when he has to go help my aunt at the hospital. He was the one who first taught me guitar, actually.”

“Guitar and bass?” Dabi raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Planning to take over the whole music industry, huh?”

“Well, I can try,” you chuckled. “I mean, I’m planning to take over it through law anyways, might as well go through both forms.”

“You’re gonna go into entertainment law?”

“It’s what I’m thinking about,” you hummed. “Probably the easier stuff, like copyright and all that but I think it’d be really interesting.”

“Smart and talented,” Dabi couldn’t stop his mouth from moving. Why was he being so weirdly flirtatious? “What can’t you do?

“My stats homework.”

Dabi’s nose crinkled slightly before looking down on the counter to see that a big textbook that read STATISTICS was in fact, open and on the counter.

How had he not noticed that when he walked in?

Well it made sense, because you were the first and only thing he noticed when he walked in. 

“Do you know how to do any of this shit?” you looked at him wearily. “You’ve probably done stats in Business, right?”

“Here, gimme that,” he maneuvered the text book so that it was facing him before reading out the problem and beginning to explain how you used the z critical value to get the p-value and you had to use both of those to get your conclusion — missing the way you completely disregarded what he said: only watching the curve of his face, the way his mouth moved when he spoke, listening to the highs and lows of his voice as his words flew past your head, watching the piercings on his ears catch the light when he shifted slightly. 

Obviously you found him super attractive — not just his “bad boy” persona (which you couldn’t lie, was super hot— you actually noticed him in the crowd that night) but also who he was as a person. 

However, you still felt bad about asking about his family and home life unprompted. It wasn’t hard to see that there were a lot of bad memories by the way his mood instantly shifted when you’d asked about it that night at the bar; and you’d been beating yourself up about it ever since: trying to stay hidden and avoiding him whenever you spotted him in the distance on campus.

Even now, you could still make out the slightest frown on his lips if you leaned in close enough.

“Does that make sense?” Dabi finished, only looking up to see you quietly staring at him — the smallest distance left between you, like you’d brought your face closer to his just to observe him.

He only swallowed, like there was nothing left that he could possibly say — what could he say anyway? You were so close to his face that he could pick out the hints of other colors in your irises, the outline of your cheekbones, the way your eyelashes curled upward, the small hint of a smile that rested on your lips. 

 You seemed to realize what had happened almost instantly — though it felt like time itself had stopped and you’d both been sitting there staring for hours — and you turned away with a frown tugging over your expression.

“M’sorry,” you muttered, not looking back at him.

“What for?”

You opened your mouth once or twice, as if deciding what to say. “For staring.”

Dabi let out a small snort at that; like he hadn’t been staring at you since he first saw you.

“And..” you continued, taking in a small breath. “For what happened… At the bar — what I said.”

“You don’t need to apologize for asking about my family,” Dabi read your mind; he could see how much it was bothering you just by the small twinge in your eyebrows. “It’s not like I hide my contemptment for them,” he laughed. “I express it pretty openly, actually.”

“But it was your birthday, and I dunno… It was pretty rude of me.”

And something inside Dabi snapped.

Alright dude… Now or never…

“If you’re that worried, why don’t you make it up to me by coming out with me for dinner?”

Your eyes widened for a moment, in surprise, but your expression settled under a couple of seconds — leaving a large, beautiful smile to rest on your lips.

“I’d love that.”

[wayfayrr]

I am LIVING for the househusband shenanigans, it gives me so many ideas (super long ask i'm sorry lol)

but i love the idea of the chain ending up in reader's world, more permanently, and after falling hard for reader to boot, so the period of adjustment for everyone is wild and what the fuck is reader supposed to do with 9 (or more, depending who you ask) lovesick heroes in their house fit for 1-2 people?? not to mention none of them have documentation or decent knowledge of modern culture

i can imagine some of the Links (time, legend, four) jumping at the opportunity to learn more about their darling's world, and their likes and dislikes, in order to better understand them and get closer to them (it's the feeling of wanting to know every possible thing about something they're obsessed with, just completely filling their brain with it)

Some (most) Links are going to be straight up hazards to themselves and their environment with their curiosity and lack of understanding for technology. it doesn't matter what precautions you take something is going to get blown up in the microwave.

wild and sage would probably attempt to cook for you, knowing how stressed you are about the whole thing, only to wildly overestimate how long it takes to cook something with a microwave (all you'd told them was that it heated things up like a cooking pot) and also fail to realize that some things cannot be put in the microwave

an alarm clock or something goes off, and one of them smashes it thinking its a threat (time... old man don't know shit about tech and he's too traumatized)

and good luck getting your clothes back because all of the boys are going to participate in the theft of them at some point. doesn't even matter if it's not something they can wear. they just want it because it's yours and it smells like you and it's like a piece of you-

speaking of clothes, if you start to voice concern for lack of clothing (bc someone keeps taking all of them) they are all jumping at the chance to lend you their own

Legend would leave a spare tunic of his for you, not even giving you the chance to decline when you simply find it folded on your bed. And he'd mend or tailor anything for you that you have complaints with, asking you so (uncharacterisitically) nicely to be with him while he does it, because, he's going through the trouble for you, the least you can do is keep him company, right?

He might even intentionally cause problems with your clothes, if he's desperate enough for attention. But how can you blame him? He knows it's not your fault, but your mind just been all over the place with everything going on and with the time you've been spending with the other he just feels left out.

All he wants is your praise, to hear you tell him thank you, and that he did a good job, and maybe run a hand through his hair, yeah? God, he'd just melt against if you did that. It makes everything beyond worth it, for you to stroke his hair and tell him how you don't know what you'd do without him. His angel, it makes him feel so blissful, so special when you give him your attention like that.

A few of them would eventually get the idea to get a job, prompting the rest to act as well. They can't just let their god(dess) take care of everything, can they? That would be asinine.

It would be difficult, considering they don't have...ID's, or anything of the like, but there are still ways for them to earn money

i could go on, but... yeah lol

Don't worry about it being long, I love getting asks like these!! I love talking about the househusband au, all the different ways it could go with the chain and the different members are really fun to explore! And all of your ideas in this one are just 😭💖 I'd always welcome any asks or dm's about the au, because it's just so much fun to hear everyone else's ideas for how it'd work as well!✨✨

The housing is certainly an issue for the chain though SOJNCAN with that many people not used to the modern world in such a small place?? They're basically begging for something bad to happen, like a fire or something breaking even worse if reader's house is being rented to them. Documentation and ID's as well? For some of the chain, they could likely get away with it, but it's really a goal for them to get ID asap because if they do they can get out of a lot of legal issues Wind and the "kids" (Wild and Cal) are the first of the rest to get ID for the sake of school. And there'd likely be a written language barrier as well! If reader wanted to buy some other place to live they better start saving, who knows maybe they could just trade in a few rupees at a time and have a new place in a matter of days?

As for the ones you've mentioned wanting to learn everything possible, it'd get to a point where they're sitting with bloodshot eyes in front of either readers laptop they've borrowed or something they managed to buy steal for themselves having gone down a cursed Wikipedia rabbit hole, Maybe even watching through some playthroughs of their own games? Or if reader was still studying, like at uni or something, suddenly they know more than even the experts in that field.

ALL of the links at some point get dangerously close to breaking something, it's more a matter of if one of the more experienced cough Sage cough or reader steps in time to stop them. I absolutely adore all the different things you've suggested though, the microwave and the alarm clock??? Time's still got trauma to do with clocks and alarms and it's so perfect✨✨

The chain stealing readers clothes is also just 🥹, it's the easier option than even washing their own clothes with their laundry not because readers worn these in the past, no never. May I raise the idea to them stealing things they can't wear to putting the clothes that don't fit for whatever reason onto pillows?? so they can hold a part of their beloved when they sleep.

Legend with fixing their clothes as well as lending them his own I'm sobbing 😭😭😭, since ofc he's one of the more sensible ones he gets left alone far more often so he's so much more desperate for their attention even though he only gets less because they trust him more alone. So for him to get those small moments of praise, even though they're so small because it's only a matter of seconds till readers torn away again by someone else shouting for their help 😭

I think I've mentioned them getting jobs if they were dumped irl, seeing as there are a few they could do without ID you couldn't pry influencer!wars out of my cold dead hands. The moment of realisation they've been using their darling would be such a moment of guilt before they follow legend's/sage's leads and start working or helping reader around the house, those links at school would be getting the top grades in their classes seeing as that's what reader wants them to focus on.

[couchcandy]

Psych x Community ??

I love psych and i love community so this vague concept of them existing in the same universe has been floating around in my head. 

The key connecting factor being the references to Shawn/Britta’s similarly eclectic off-screen pasts. They're close in age so I'm like okay - it would totally be possible for them to have known eachother/dated/whatever at some point before. 

psych aired from 2006 - 2014; Shawn born 1977

community aired from 2009 -2014; Britta born 1980

(Take these two quotes just as an example but it's referenced casually throughout both shows)

Britta’s Dad: I mean, every time we get too close, you run off. We sent you a birthday card to your apartment in New York, and the next week you’re setting fire to a Jamba Juice in San Jose.

Britta: How long is that gonna stick with me?

Britta’s Mom: Until arson is legal, sweetie.

Gus: Shawn, you’ve had fifty-seven jobs since we left high school.

Shawn: Yes I have. And they were all fun. But this one takes the cake.

Gus: Oh yeah? Better than the acupuncture clinic?

Shawn: I didn’t realize experience was necessary.

Gus: What about the summer you spent driving the weiner mobile?

Shawn: I did that for the hot dogs.

I think they fit somewhere in the ballpark of each other's types, both sluts(affectionate) and it makes sense for them to have crossed paths at some point during Britta's “anhercists” days. 

So that establishes a link between the groups, but what would it be like if they interacted? Take the arbitrary scenario; Shawn and Gus have gotten themselves and by extension the SBPD into another whacky shenanigan somehow who cares how i'm not writing this

I imagine initially everyone in the study group has a more or less positive impression of Shawn because he's charming, (with the notable exception of…you got it! Jeff)

JEFF

In typical jeff fashion is immediately threatened by Shawn because he has to be the coolestmostlikeabledude™ in the room at all times while simultaneously has to act like he doesn't care so he's quietly seething and - hey what's this new dude doing here making all my friends laugh that's my job! i must now make it my life's mission to prove this guys a fraud and reclaim my status no matter how much a fool i make of myself in the process (a la: advanced documentary filmmaking)

BRITTA

Normal standard “hey old friend” situation, remember when we *insane thing involving multiple felonies and property destruction* haha anyway let me introduce you to my friends - 

ANNIE

immediate skepticism that Shawn is able to sidestep pretty quickly by being charming/flirty (NOT in a gross way *hisses at the jeffannie shippers*) Her reaction being like when the dean “swaps bodies with jeff” or after abed’s don draper impression.

ABED

Knows Shawn isn't really psychic but goes along with it/doesn’t point out that Shawn’s hyper observant because he's invested in watching the psychic/cop show formula play out. He would! and I would too!

(quote from 5x03 Basic Intergluteal Numismatics):

Abed Nadir: [Pretending to read the crime scenes as a psychic] I see a man... using a social disorder as a procedural device. Wait, wait, wait, I see another man. Mildly autistic super detectives everywhere.

TROY

Obligatory: “you’re wrinkling my brain right now” and just general fascination, awe, and wonderment. Asks Shawn to tell him his future

SHIRLEY

Immediate judgment on Shawn's practices not being christian enough for her standards, but easily swayed to liking him once he picks up on something and comments on her ex husband being an idiot to lose her or something

PEIRCE

Does his peirce thing and tries to seem impressive and fails, something level five laser lotus blah blah - u get it thats enough on him 

THE DEAN

Is facilitating the psych crew being there because it might bring in good press for greendale and he def does the hand on shoulder thing when he meets him you know the one - omg and totally is into Lassiter furrowed brows “im packing heat” Carlton, please. – lassie is Not Amused™ 

CHANG

This depends on what point in community canon this interaction takes place because season 1 chang would prob be normal(for him), but like season 5 Chang would do/say something so insane and so chang that i can't even come up with it

As for our psych guys, Gus points out how weird and fucked up and bizarre Greendale is meanwhile Shawn is LIVING for it - signs them up for the Dean’s PA announcements class, and “Gus! buddy! I hope you don't mind. I used your credit card to sign us up for The History of Ice Cream. Come on, it starts in 20 minutes ! :D” Gus: “Shawn! >:0”

Lassie would just nonstop point out all the health and safety violations- he doesn't want to be here- calls a lot of people hippies, generally grumpy demeanor and we love him for it.

Starburns terribly hits on Jules - gets rejected, proceeds to try and sell her drugs - gets arrested.

[unluckyxse7enart]

And now for some shippy Hoshi no Kirby fic snippets! I honestly may keep these or finish them eventually for my series "Star Allies Unite!" (Because I keep telling myself I'll finish it lmao) but by now they're old enough I'll probably just start over, and also they may change as the main fic series develops.

First up - some Marx x Bandanna Dee! Premise is they're partway through one of the snowy boards in Star Allies, and taking shelter to flirt rest uwu

•••

The wind howled keenly outside the hastily-dug shelter, snow blowing both from above and below as the wind whipped and snapped through the snow drifts outside. Bandanna Dee eyed the entrance of their shelter, half evaluation and half wariness, before giving a satisfied nod.

"We should have enough cover from the elements here. It's cold, but we don't have to worry about the wind at least," they turned back to their chilled compatriot with a pleased expression. Marx returned their look with a dour expression, wings theatrically folded over themselves for effect.

"Great, but is there any way we can heat the place up a little, mx. Survival guide?" He groused, drawing his wings in tighter as an involuntary shudder ran up his body. Bandanna Dee raised an eyebrow at him, noting that the scales on his wings were shimmering only orange and red.

"Didn't Kirby give you a fire power-up before this, so we could make it to shelter safely?"

Marx's frown deepened.

"Curse your excellent, royal-grade memory," he huffed, summoning up a flame-coated beach ball and setting it in front of his feet. Bandanna Dee snickered.

"Not entirely sure what royal-grade memory would even be… but even if I didn't, you might want to blame your wings- those color-coordinated hexagons might be considered what some would call a 'dead giveaway," they pointed out. Marx glanced down at the offending wings still somewhat encircling him protectively, giving out an exaggeratedly scandalized gasp.

"What's this? My own flesh and blood... ratting me out like this?? How dare you!" He began staging a wrestling scene with himself, pretending that his wings were fighting back against him as he tumbled around in the cold dirt of the cave, kicking and biting them all the while. Bandanna Dee began chortling, enjoying the jester's slapstick antics quite wholeheartedly. Eventually, Marx appeared satisfied with the shenanigans, pulling himself up from the dirt as if coming back from a huge fight.

"You, uh... You have something on your face there," Bandanna Dee said with a poorly restrained snicker, gesturing to a cheek. Marx roughly rubbed at the smeared dirt on his face with a claw, giving the waddle dee a mischievous grin.

"You think this looks bad, you should have seen the other guy!" He replied in a mock gruff voice, spitting to the side for effect. Bandanna Dee busted into another fit of laughter, tears beading at their eyes.

"What in Popstar does that even mean, what did I walk into?" They giggled, wiping at their eyes with a paw. Marx snickered as he watched Bandanna Dee laugh, feeling unusually warm inside. No, it wasn't from anything about the way the waddle dee sounded when they laughed. Certainly not. It was purely from him standing nearly on top of the flaming beach ball. That's all. 

Instead, he flopped back down on a nearby rock, letting the heels of his feet warm up by the fire.

"Hey, you know, I took you for something of an uptight royal lackey, but you've got an alright sense of humor!" He smirked. Bandanna Dee sighed, finally catching their breath.

"Well yeah, of course, that was funny! Weird, but funny!"

Marx's heart did not skip a beat upon being complimented. Just because people rarely called him funny as a compliment didn't mean he was going to be flustered by that. Nope. No way.

He flexed his wings, stretching them out at either side behind him.

"Well of course! There's little that The Great Marx can't do, after all!" He replied smugly, puffing out his bowtie. Bandanna Dee raised an eyebrow at him for a moment.

"Like having wings that don't flash in embarrassment?" They pointed out. Marx's eyes bugged slightly as he realized that they were, indeed, shifting and changing color more rapidly than usual.

"What? Psht, as if. These are my nerd-detector wings to tell me when there's a nerd around," he sneered, jabbing a talon towards Bandanna Dee. The waddle dee rolled their eyes as they scooched closer to the fire, paws held out to soak in the warmth. There was a beat of silence, as Marx realized Bandanna Dee was refraining from dignifying that with an answer, and he started folding his wings back in on himself, watching the embers quietly, before Bandanna Dee spoke up again.

"You know, I've always thought your wings looked very interesting... May I take a closer look?"

Marx gawked at them, stunned uncharacteristically silent by the request. If it were almost anyone else, he would crack a joke to laugh it off, but for some reason the waddle dee's sincere tone made it hard for him to feel that great about the concept of doing so.

"Uh, er.. Yeah I guess so? Can't imagine it looks that much different than it does from further away though," he replied haltingly, turning his back towards the Dee so they could examine the wings better. Bandanna Dee clapped their paws once in delight, beaming.

"Thank you, I appreciate it!"

Marx mumbled something incoherent under his breath, something possibly along the lines of 'yeah sure whatever' but any intelligibility was lost before it even left his mouth.

Bandanna Dee did not seem to pick up on this, approaching his wings cautiously, almost reverently, taking a paw and delicately tracing against the edges of his golden wingframe. Marx twitched a little at the initial touch, but was somewhat relieved to find it tickled less than he expected. The only other person he let near the things before now was Kirby, and the kid never tried to treat them so carefully. He had not been looking forward to the concept of being ticklish there of all places.

Bandanna Dee ran their paw up and down the frame, admiring the shimmer to the golden tone, pondering the material it was made of.

"I know you said they wouldn't look different up close, but I never realized how scratched up they were," they murmured, tracing some particularly deep divets in the thick skin. Marx's expression tightened, and he was thankful Bandanna Dee couldn't see it.

"Are these all from your fight with Kirby?"

No.

"Oh, uh... Yeah, some of them, probably, but most of them are more recent than that I think," Marx replied with a jovial tone in his voice that he hoped didn't sound as forced as it was. Bandanna Dee hummed thoughtfully, running their eyes over the numerous lines and pockmarks.

"That does make sense, you're something of a reckless fighter from what I've heard," they replied with a bit of a laugh in their voice. It died in their throat though, as they noticed a particular set of scars. They carefully rubbed them, relatively deep gouges in sets of two almost directly mirrored on both wings, noting that Marx had tensed up upon their discovery of them, and that the wing's scales were beginning to shift colors rapidly. Bandanna Dee almost didn't even need to eye the talons on his wings to compare the angle and length to double check themselves. They debated on whether to press on the matter or not, before deciding against it. It wasn't their business, and Marx was already clearly uncomfortable.

Instead, they chose to gently pet over the scores, turning their attention to the scales on his wings. They tapped at a scale, surprised at the way it responded to the touch, the color changing and pulsing outward across the neighboring scales, like a ripple in a pond.

"As pretty as these are, their very nature has always baffled me. Do you even feel these?" Bandanna Dee asked, rhythmically tapping a couple more, unable to stop themselves from letting out muted oohs and ahhs at the way the resulting color ripples overlapped. Marx shook a wing lightly in response to this, but it was very clearly half-hearted.

"Hey, c'mon, I said you could look at them, not play them like bongos. Anyways yeah, I can feel you poking and prodding at them kinda, but it's less like you touching me and more like... tugging on my bowtie, almost? Like I feel the push and pull but I'm not actually feeling your paw against them or anything. I can tell if someone tries to yank ‘em out of the formation though... just ask Kirby," Marx replied with a roll of his eyes. Bandanna Dee snickered at the mental image of the puffball trying to sneak off with a colorful scale and failing to avoid an irate jester's notice.

“I can't say I entirely blame him for trying though… they really are quite striking,” they admitted, pulling away to admire the way they flickered in and out, red and orange. 

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Naegami Fluff and/or Shenanigans 14

Yet another post about Byakuya and his pet peeves though my gosh does he have so many. Might as well give him a several diaries and fill them up with these dang pet peeves of his. Even then it STILL won't be enough! Ahem. Anyway, Byakuya doesn't like slow walkers, especially in places like sidewalks but most definitely hallways in Hopes Peak. Or just any hallway, even in his old school. It definitely ticks him off more in Hopes Peak though. He's got places to go, important business to attend. The heir doesn't want useless fools slowing him down because they're socializing. Besides, they can socialize elsewhere instead of being literally road blocks! It doesn't help that Byakuya's all about efficiency and doing things in a timely manner. He is just in a perpetual state of speed walking no matter what. And it's the inconsiderate kind of speed walking too. He doesn't shove people though. He's a complete expert at the dodge and weave tactic in the hallways. The only ways he slows down is if he's injured, in an area in which he literally can't walk fast like a very populated area or he's just physically unwell to a noticeable extent. The heir physically cannot move slow out of principle and just because his long legs just move like that. And hell, even when he IS slowed down that way, it also just irks him physiologically too. In his mind, there is just always a clock and a schedule and alarms and reminders. Constantly. And that's not even talking about his REAL alarm and schedules he has set up for business meetings and alone time reading or studying in the library. Basically he's got that speedrunner brain without knowing he has that speedrunner brain. Like, this is just what's in his peripherals 90% of the time.

But, anyway, where Makoto fits in is that Makoto doesn't usually walk fast. When going to class, he only really moves faster if he has to like almost being late or something. So, Makoto basically prefers to take is time when he has time during the moments where he didn't forget something at the last minute and has to dash about to get stuff. Then again, he's kinda guaranteed to be late in those circumstanced in which those usually are a coinflip to when they happen Therefore, Makoto, usually or just in casual settings, fits into the "slow walker" category. A category Byakuya hates. Rich, peasant, some Eldridge deity? It doesn't matter for him with this though slow peasants are just the WORST. Which gives him a dilemma because Makoto's technically a slow peasant at times. He likes taking his time 9/10 and doesn't like being rushed. And Byakuya has that New York City rush hour brain 9/10. So yeah, these two tend to clash at times. Not that they WANT to. It just happens since they're just wired differently. Like, even during leasuire time, Byakuya's STILL in that mindset and can barely turn it off. Like, if the two are walking in a part somewhere, he's still speed walking while Makoto struggles to catch up cus he doesn't possess long speed walking legs like Byakuya nor does he want to. Surgery's expensive anyway/j The two have gotten into some stupid arguments about this too with Byakuya complaining that Makoto's too slow and he needs to walk faster while Makoto's telling Byakuya that he's tired from trying to catch up which is only making him fall further behind. They find a compromise eventually though: a middle ground of some sorts that they figure out on a calmer day where they can be more rational about it. Because, yeah. Byakuya wants efficiency, but he does it to an obsessive degree at times that tears him down. Meanwhile, Makoto just has shit endurance so Byakuya tries (and kinda fails) to help him with that. And this does go on a while with the two trying to help each other though it DOES get a bit on that line of "trying to help their partner change to better themselves to "trying to make their partner change because they don't like this part of them and they want it gone. It does eventually hit the two though that they shouldn't be trying to change the other to fit what they wish they would do and trying to find yet another middle ground for this dilemma. Cus, yeah. Makoto walks slow; Byakuya walks fast. However, no matter the problems that arise, the two care about one another which is what really counts.

[kasienda]

tell us about Adrino fake-dating? 👀👀👀

Adrino lends itself to this trope so well in my opinion in that they are super comfortable in each other's spaces, and Nino is generally on board to do anything and everything to 1) earn Adrien more freedom, and 2) piss off Gabriel.

My personal beef with fake-dating is that it's often written where two characters are already in love and already KNOW they're in love, but are too nervous to say anything yet. And I struggle with the whole thing being able to solved at any point with one conversation. (Though it doesn't stop me from reading or enjoying them. Just makes me want to tear my hair out when reading! Haha!)

BUT! If I'm writing my own, I wanted to explore them both not having feelings yet (or at least not being aware of said feelings), and that they figure it out through the process of pretending! And when it's time for it to end, they both realize they really really don't want it to.

So I started writing one. And I'm not sure if I will every finish or post it because it kinda feels like a generic romantic dramedy to me? I feel like I just am making the dolls kiss! Haha! Like, it's an aged up no-powers AU. I don't usually write things without identity shenanigans! And I don't have anything unique to add to this trope at the moment, BUT I've been having fun with it this week especially since I've been home sick. So maybe!!

...

Here! Take my whole opening scene:

“Tomorrow's photoshoot was rescheduled to Thursday morning, your father canceled dinner tonight, but promises he’ll be available tomorrow—“

Adrien snorted. 

“And you’re to escort Lila Rossi to the gala this Saturday as her date.” 

Adrien dropped his spoon. “That will not be happening. I will go to the gala, but Lila Rossi will not be my date.” 

“Your father agreed to—“ 

“Any agreements my father made on my behalf are null and void if he didn’t get me to sign the contract.” 

One of the benefits of reaching his majority. Now, if only he didn’t need his father to keep paying for university.

“Adrien, I know you don’t like Lila—“

That was an understatement if ever there was one.

“—but your father is not going to take your refusal lightly without any repercussions. Especially if you offer no explanation.” 

He had offered an explanation. Lila Rossi was a snake and Adrien knew better than to let her anywhere close to him.

“It’s only one evening,” Nathalie continued. 

One evening that would turn into many. But he could read between the lines. Nathalie needed a reason. His father wanted him to date someone now that he was old enough for it to garner media attention instead of generate a scandal. 

“You don’t understand, Nathalie. I can’t bring Lila because I already have a date.” 

It wasn’t true, but it could be.

Nathalie sighed. “And does this date have a name?” 

Adrien contemplated dodging the question. He would have preferred to ask before he dragged any of his friends into the spotlight that might include his father’s ire, but Nathalie would argue on his behalf better if she didn’t think he was lying.

He wished he could ask Kagami, but she and Felix had gone public two months prior. He couldn’t throw Marinette under this bus because her career in fashion was only just beginning and getting tangled with his name would only make things more complicated for her. He was already providing her with all the connections and contacts she would let him, and he didn’t want to bring attention to that special attention by bringing her in as a date. Alya was attending university in the UK, and Luka was on tour with his father in the US. 

Which only left him one option anyway. And in many ways it was the best option because Nino was the most willing to do whatever was needed to get Adrien out from under the thumb of his father. 

Adrien glanced down into his hands, trying to sell nervousness that he absolutely did not feel. “I can tell you since you’ll know on Saturday anyway, but Nathalie, I’m hoping I can count on you for support.” 

She actually looked up from her tablet. A good sign. 

“It’s Nino,” he said softly. 

“Nino Lahiffe?”

Adrien nodded. 

“Doesn’t M. Lahiffe have a girlfriend?” 

Adrien shook his head. “Not since Alya left to go abroad. They decided they didn’t want to do a long distance relationship.” 

That much was true. The break up had been amicable. 

“And how serious is this relationship?” 

Fuck. It needed to be serious for Nathalie to pull out all the stops, but how long would Nino put up with the song and dance of it. 

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I hope we last, but we haven’t been dating that long. So far though, it’s been amazing! Nino and I have always just… clicked, you know?” 

“I will do everything in my power to see that you get a fair chance.”

He swallowed at the sincerity in her voice. 

“Thank you, Nathalie.” 

She nodded and left. 

He whipped out his phone and pulled up Nino’s contact. Nino wouldn’t likely be awake for another few hours so Adrien wasn’t going to call him, but Adrien could at least warn him. 

…

Nino’s phone buzzed on the table beside his head. Nino groaned and rolled over - away from his phone. He really should have kept up his maman’s policy of charging his phone in the other room. 

But an alarm clock was yet another thing Nino really couldn’t afford since he had moved out on his own. He was barely breaking even as it was. 

The phone buzzed again and he sighed, fumbling blindly for both it and his glasses. 

He blinked dumbly at the text on his screen, and then read it again. 

Adrien: 

I had to tell my father that we’ve been dating. That we’re going to the gala together this Saturday. I’m sorry. I know you wanted to surprise everyone the  day of. Please forgive me. Call me when you’re awake. 

The implications were concerning in more than one way. 

Nino tapped out a response immediately. 

Nino: 

there’s nothing to forgive, love. It was bound to happen eventually.  I still need help with my suit though if you’ve forgotten.  Can we talk in person? I miss you.

Adrien:

I’ll be by in a few hours.  Can’t wait to see you. ❤️ 

Adrien was laying it on thick. Definitely not a good sign.

[digo3d]

The timeskip in my second finale idea made me think of another good question:

How do you think TC, The Gang, and Dibble might end up around 10 or 20 years after the timeframe of the show?

One of em's gotta be dead lmao /hj

Uhhh in my head they're all in their like mid-to-late 20's in the show (sans Dibble naturally) so they'd be close to 40 or 50...

Hmm i dunno they're not really seniors yet they're just kinda middle-aged at this point, this is a good question

Lemme display my thoughts to you in bullet points because ✨🧚das jus what ah dewwww🧚✨

T.C. did wind up in jail for a few years before the gang managed to scrape together enough money to bail him out. The gang then confessed to him that scamming people was starting to get old and more difficult, especially since they were all getting older now. He eventually folded and agreed with them, especially since Dibble was retiring soon which would make things harder regardless. Perhaps he managed to invest in some really good stocks and that's how he makes a living.

Benny temporarily moved to Bacon Fat Flats to take care of his Ma since she wasn't doing very well and he's a massive mama's boy, naturally. It was especially hard for himself and T.C. and their goodbyes were filled with comically loud crying as Benny got on the train. He'd call T.C. several times a day to tell T.C. what was goin on and just to chat. Eventually Ma got better and Benny was able to move back, of which their meetup was again filled with comedically loud crying.

I like to imagine that Chooch started a family at this point, two little girls maybe (he's such a girldad fr) and a baby mama that is absent in some way (dead divorced or somewhere unknown to Choo) so T.C. and the gang helped him raise them and he loves them more than anything. They're probably in their teens at this point and they still love their dad very much and call the rest of the gang their uncles

Spook became a certified bonafide musician after a song he had made blew tf up. He still lives in the alley to humble himself and so people don't constantly bother him. His song still plays on the radio and his other songs have really hit it big with the beatnik community and he's well-regarded and a bit of a VIP within it. His song actually provided people with a better perspective on the LGBT community and actually helped out the movement a little bit. (because of course he's not straight he literally only talks to ONE woman in the ENTIRE franchise and it's Mrs. Vandergelt with one sentence. Also he's a beatnik and that was one of the points of the beatnik movement)

Fancy stopped gunning after girls after a while and has now taken over his Nonna's restaurant since she had passed. He never married because he realized he was just chasing pleasure instead of love and thought that maybe he'd be at his happiest as a single man carrying on the legacy of the one woman he knows he truly loved; Nonna. Of course he still has his absurd amount of charm and charisma but holds back when he sees a hot piece walk into the restaurant nowadays.

I like to think that Brain ended up saving up enough money to take some self-paced college courses and majored in historical geology and managed to get a degree. Did it take him longer to achieve than other people? Yeah, naturally, but he did it and that's all that matters to him. He was so proud of himself, as was the gang, and people were so impressed it made the news. He still lives in the alley because that's where T.C. and Spook are, so he typically does all his geology shenanigans and articles by mail. Oh and him and Spook are secretly gay married because yes

Dibble has retired (although begrudgingly because both the precinct and the gang were getting concerned about him getting too old for the job and causing health problems) and considered moving down to Florida to enjoy the sun and golf every day, although decided against it because 1. He hates humidity 2. He's lived in New York his whole life that's just who he is now and 3. He would miss the gang way too much but would NEVER admit it.

Of course this is all in my head and based off pretty much nothing but headcanons but it's a silly little thought nonetheless

Also sorry this took me so damn long it was pretty much finals right into hip surgery 😭 your patience is appreciated 🐁

[crazycatfaery]

нєℓℓσ, тнιѕ ιѕ ησт нιℓℓιє! It is me, your HEX anon! 🧚 Let the questions begin!

To start, pretty please tell me anything you like about Ben and Rose. Since we never meet her, what do you think she was like? 🌹 What did they see in each other? 💐 Do you have any fave headcanons you might like in your gift? (Does this mean it’ll be about them? 🥀 Wait and see! 🤐)

Until next time! ✨💚

нєℓℓσ Anon, тнιѕ IS нιℓℓιє, heheh. Yay the first questions already!

Anything about Ben and Rose, you say? Do you have a minute😅😂? Well, my main headcanon about them is that they had a happy marriage, and that Rose has died when the two Harvey kids were younger. Old enough to still remember her though. I don't have a clear headcanon about her cause of death, though I think it would be due to something fast(or even instant) and heartbreaking. First World-like almost, something they thought could be easily prevented or fixed in their world.

What was Rose like: In my mind I see her as kind of the now-missing piece of the puzzle within the Ben-Saul-Farah friendgroup, starting during their teens (so in school). A redhead or a dirty blonde, on the shorter size (between 1.60 and 1.65m I'd say?), and a bit plump. Earth fairy.

Terra is a lot like her, bubbly, friendly, but I think Rose would not have been shy like her (but not necessarily a social butterfly). She would try to stay optimistic a lot of the time, which easily got mistaken for being oblivious, but she actually had a very sharp mind. Someone who loved fiercely, was protective, loved a bit of friendly gossip, and liked to playfully tease Ben, but especially Farah and Saul (and at the same time try play matchmaker for them. Her succes rate was debatable). I think her lesser qualities would be that she would put other's wellbeing before her own, and she could be short-tempered if provoked (looking at you, teen Andreas).

She would've either been Farah's suitemate, or perhaps a friend of Ben's first. A bit of a nerd, though not as much as Ben. Mostly interested in magical properties of crystals and fossilized plants, so geology and archaeobotany? I don't think Rose would join the Battalion troups, she would either work somewhere else completely or work at a base or something.

What did they see in each other: I think they would have been similar in a lot of ways (their interests, magic type, kindness, protectiveness, etc), but different enough to make things interesting. They complement each other in that way. I'd like to think it would grow slowly, and Rose would actually be oblivious to her own feelings for a long while (big case of irony as she would always tease Farah about Saul). Ben would like her but be too shy to do anything about it, but eventually take the first step.

Rose would like Ben for his kindness, their similarities in humor, being smart, and find his long tangents about certain plants and their medicinal properties adorable (I can hear Farah, Saul and Andreas groan while typing this). Later on she got to discover his romantic and caring side.

Ben would like Rose for her wit, humor and patience, and would follow her around the earth and back if she'd asked. He would admire her parenting skills, though they would be very much a team in that.

Fave headcanons I'd like in my gift: I'd love some Rose and Ben teasing Farah and Saul shenanigans (or even those first two teaming up to play match makers for the latter two), or something angsty/sad surrounding Rose's death. And if it's not a Ben/Rose centered gift, then a bit of them in the background would be lovely ☺. But as long as they're not divorced and hate(d) each other's guts I'll be happy! 💚

[neirmetes]

Alright LMK fandom I have a possibly crack (and niche) fic idea for a reader insert. Specifically sun wukong x reader but I'm a slow burn bitch so it's not gonna seem like that for the better half of it

Here's the pitch:

Wukong finds an old and possibly very dangerous artifact, what it does isn't important since it's literally just a Mcguffin. Funnily enough though, it's also doing part-time as a trophy to a local e-sports event. Mk and the gang have to get the artifact before it falls into the wrong hands. And also because Wukong just might want it a little bit, y'know just to have. For whatever reason they can't just steal it, so they actually have to try and win it.

Not only do they suck at this particular video game (It's probably Valorant or some other fps games) but they also just don't have enough members. (I imagine Tang, Pigsy and Sandy are actually just hopeless, while MK and Mei have at least played some shooters. Wukong really wants that artifact. Red Son can optional be dragged in too) In addition, you have to be a certain rank in-game to even enter the competition.

Finally entering from left stage: the reader, who is a pro gamer

Acquaintances with Mei, Reader does that thing where you pay them to carry you to higher ranked lobbies and get more RR. So Mei calls them up for that exact thing.

This is where we get a proper look into just how bad they are at the game.

MK chose the coolest looking character and stuck to them despite not knowing shit about how to play the character

Red Son can't aim for his life, and can't seem to get a hang of any of the characters

Wukong stuck with the healer character but uses all the heals for himself, completely ignoring the rest of the character's abilities

Mei is admittedly the best out of all of them, going in and killing at least two enemies. However she rushes in without teammates and dies pretty quickly after

Finally, none of them know the callouts because let's be honest videogame callouts is its own language.

All this is admittedly pretty frustrating for the Reader who threatens to leave them. 'I don't care how much you pay me at this point, it isn't worth it'

So while the others frantically explain that 'it's to save the world' and 'it might be dangerous if we don't'. But all the Monkey King has to do is piss them off and out of spite, Reader is gonna coach the hell out of them.

Smash cut to montage time where they slowly work on their skills and figure out how to work as a team (If I stick with Valorant, I could honestly go into detail on what playstyle they would have and how it works as an actual comp) As well as grinding the game to get the needed ranks

Whatever the video game, Reader fills in for support as much as necessary. They seem disgruntled by it the whole time and needs plenty of breathers between games to calm down. because hOW CAN I HEAL YOU WHEN YOU'RE ACTIVELY BEING SHOT

Now, we pause the epic gamer montage for some team bonding. The gang takes a break to do more physical activities! MK and Wukong convince (Mostly MK but Wukong never goes against it) the Reader to try out training with them, Mei thinks it'd be cathartic to let the Reader race. Reader gets to meet the Two dads and Sandy. All around fun stuff outside the godforsaken video-game. We also learn a little bit more about the Reader. (This would be a good time to amp up the romantic shenanigans as well) As much as she can be very mean during the game, they're honest to god very thoughtful and considerate. Though one could note that it technically follows over to their role as the healer/support. Why are they so rude and angry in-game then?

Well I'd tell you but at this point I might as well write the fic as I've went overboard with this post already