#they were both by the same author but i cant remember the name of the author or of the fics

[hexados-on-a-string]

just found out 2 of my favourite bakugan fan fics have apparently been deleted this is the worst thing to ever happen to me which is impressive cuz a lot of bad things happen to me

[12boogaloo]

Okay, I cant take it anymore. The brain rot is REAL

Been on a writing hiatus since 2019 or 2020 (I honestly don’t remember so don’t @ me)

And what gets me to finally start writing again?

You guessed it ladies, gents, and serpents!

Fucking TROLLS 3

Let’s get this bread or die trying y’all 😈

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So first things first: I didn’t come up with the AU’s I’m using here! They were created by TheMiraculousMat and Keebsification on here and AO3

The AU’s in question are The Eldest and The Youngest and Out The Train Wreck

I just love it when people see John Dory and think “hmmm yes this grown man can fit so much eldest daughter energy in him” cuz SAME

So I thought: what if I just… put em together? OTT! JD and E&Y! JD have a grip on my soul and I’m filling a formal complaint in the form of fanfiction for not just 1, but 2 other pieces of fanfiction!!! Cuz why not

I’m gonna post the notes I’ve had about this idea for the past 2 week, at least the first part.

Well… it’s half notes, half chapter really…

Maybe. MAYBE. I’ll clean it up and post it on AO3. Maybe… probably lets be real

Anyway. Y’all can call me Boog and this is Project: Hyperfixation Won

Actual story name pending…

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Part 1: Author’s Actual Notes because they are a nerd

Got an idea

Gonna scratch the itch

Half brain rot dump and half story here

Combination of the Eldest and Youngest JD and the Train Wreck JD

I also head canon that trolls have tails and claws and fangs

They’re lil creatures

Basically the same stuff happens in TW with the manager and John being Branch’s father.

Branch grows up knowing JD is his dad while everyone else thinks they’re brothers.

He and Luka are dating. He’s basically Branch’s other dad.

Luka gets taken and John thinks he died. He keeps his glove to remember him.

The fight still happens. John still leaves but promises Branch that he’ll come back.

He goes to the Neverglades for the next four years.

When he gets a letter about Rosiepuff and Branch he immediately heads back to the tree to take care of him.

Pretty much all of E&Y happens but with the change of Branch knowing JD is his dad.

Makes the trauma of him leaving worse in a way which adds to the angst of the first parts delicious, but it also makes their bond really solid later on.

John forgot that everyone in the village knew them as brothers until Poppy asks him if John is Branch’s daddy out of the blue. He panics and says “no” on instinct and they both decide to just go with it. Easier than explaining it to everyone.

She still doesn’t know. Nobody does.

John still loses his arm trying to save Creek(nasty ass).

One morbid silver lining John felt was that at least it wasn’t the hand he wore Luka’s glove on. Small miracles. Lol I’m sorry

Branch doesn’t remember Luka anymore, at least not really. He sorta remembers a burgundy haired troll that he thought was important but couldn’t remember anything else about them so he didn’t think too much about it.

John doesn’t really like talking about him and Branch hasn’t ever asked so he doesn’t bring it up.

He starts dating Hickory and he does tell him about Luka. He admits that while he definitely is falling for Hickory, a part of him will always belong to Luka and their relationship will always be really important to him.

Hickory is more than okay with that and even tells him that he would’ve loved to have met the man that made his sweetheart so happy and kept him safe before it was his turn. (John just about cried when he said that same buddy and agreed that they’d probably get along pretty well.)(He shows Hickory pictures of him and Luka one day and they laugh over the fact that John clearly has a type.)(And, based on Hickory’s own light blush, same.)(He immediately said Luka was ‘real cute’ and John still laughs at him for it.)

He also tells him about Bold and how Branch came to be. (Hickory spent solid hours comforting him afterwards and spent an equal amount of time thinking of ways he could get Dickory to help him torture the bastard if he ever saw him.)(He decides in that moment that he’d do anything to protect his boyfriend and his son. Anything.) (He’s also even more grateful to Luka when he hears about how he protected his love the day they met. He really wishes he could thank him…)

Branch makes jokes about not calling Hickory his stepdad till they get married, which makes John flush bright blue. (Hickory just laughs and winks, the traitor.)(Hickory secretly really wants Branch to call him ‘Pops’ and he’s so obvious about it.)(Branch finds it hilarious and doesn’t on purpose. He’d actually love to call him that, he’s just being an ass.)(You’d think he wouldn’t ever want to but no. For some reason, it’s only thinking of Hickory as ‘Papa’ specifically that makes him feel wrong. Like that’s not available to him. I wonder why.)

After saving Floyd, the boys all start spending more time together as a family. Floyd and Clay move into the bunker with John and Branch. Bruce still lives on Vacay Island but he tries to visit at least once a week, even bringing his wife and kids with him if he can.

They still love doing shows together and will do a big one every two weeks at least.

A few months later, they’re getting ready to hangout together after a performance in PopVillage. Hickory isn’t with them, he was actually watching with Tiny in the crowd, so he can’t see them.(Lil dude is really attached to his “Uncle Cowboy” and “Uncle Johnny” it’s adorable.)(And yes Guy is close by, Tiny is still very very grounded.)

Poppy wants to introduce them to a former stage manager that she’s worked with before that had come to see the show from TrollCity. Branch has met him once before and thought the guy was weird and a little creepy but nothing else made him feel suspicious so he kinda just ignored it. He figured if Poppy trusted him, it was fine. (Obviously he still kept an eye on the old bastard, cause your boy isn’t paranoid for nothing. And you never know.)

They all agree to meet and when they get backstage… it’s him.

Bold.

The bros old manager. The man who hurt their eldest unimaginably.

JD basically shuts down as his younger brothers immediately shield him from view.

They need to get out of here without causing a scene. Fast.

“Poppy, I think we need to go…” Floyd mumbles, his usually soft features twisting in both anger and slight fear as he stared the old troll down.

Poppy looks at them in confusion, “Wha- but you guys said you wanted to see everything we set up!!” She looks between the brothers and the older manager, Branch joining her as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry, kids, I don’t think we can do that…” Bruce doesn’t take his eyes off of the old man as he steps back, closer to Clay and Floyd who were holding John Dory’s arms and hands to keep him steady in their safety bubble, their tails wrapped around his waist. “Not when he’s here.”

Poppy blinks in confusion. “What do you mean? Have you met Mr. Bold before?” She asks.

The old bastard chuckles. “Don’t worry, Miss Poppy.” Poppy huffs a bit at being called ‘miss’. (She’s Queen, dammit. Only Hickory calls her ‘miss’ and it’s always as a joke.) “I was the boys’ manager back in the day! It’s just been a while since we’ve seen each other.” He looks over each brother, clearly trying to get a look at John Dory and noticeably souring when he’s blocked. Then he smirks, taking a few steps closer, his wooden cane thunking against the floor. John flinches with each tap, tap, tap. “You’ve all grown up so much.”

Bruce holds his ground, crossing his arms and rolling his shoulders, his bigger body blocking most of JD from view. Clay was growling behind him, both him and Floyd curling closer to John and their ears pressed back in irritation. Bruce gives a humorless chuckle. “Heh. Yeah, we’ve grown up, Bold. We grew up and you’re fucking old now.”

Poppy gasps. “B-Bruce, that’s not nice!” She turns to Bold and smiles nervously. “I’m so sorry-“

The man waves her off. “Don’t fret. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s right after all.” He looks at them again all smugly, leaning on his cane. “Like I said, it’s been a long time.”

Floyd scoffs. “Not long enough.” He growls, baring his teeth. His claws start coming out and he’s thankful he’s holding John’s prosthetic arm as he feels them scratch the metal.

“Woah, okay, what the hell is up with you guys?” Branch finally steps in. That was so unlike Floyd to say something like that. He’s never seen the older troll that angry before, he’s never seen any of his uncles that angry before.

Bruce huffs. “What’s up is that we’re leaving. Now.” He goes to turn around to start steering his brothers out of the room when he hears Bold chuckle, making them all freeze.

“You all really have changed so much,” He says, his tail swaying side-to-side behind him. John looks up and they manage to lock eyes, Bold smiling sickly as John stares in horror. “Especially you, Johnny Baby.”

John feels sick. He feels like he’s gonna pass out. He feels his legs start giving out as Clay and Floyd rush to hold him up. He feels his body going completely limp and his vision blurs and his chest hurts and he can’t breATHE-

Bruce tackles the old troll, immediately landing brutal hits to the bastards face. He screams between punches, “DON’T TALK TO MY BROTHER!” Bold tries to hit him back, only managing to smack Bruce in the side once with his cane before continuing to get pummeled.

Branch and Poppy jump in frantically to pull him off of the man and the three of them stumble back. Bruce shoves them off and glares at Bold again. He was lying on the ground, groaning and clutching his nose, there were scratches and bruises on his face and he was covered in his own glittery copper blood. “Stay. The FUCK. Away. From John.” Bruce pants and shakes out his hands, flexing his exposed claws. He spits on the ground. “Bastard.” He turns back to his brothers. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.” He lifts JD up bridal style and Clay and Floyd follow him as he starts rushing to the door.

“Wait, hold on!” Branch runs after them, leaving Poppy standing in confused horror at what just happened.

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That’s what I’ll give for now lol

I have like wayyy more written out but I’m mean so 😈

Anyway

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Lmk what y’all think ig

Check out the folks that created these AU’s plz @matmiraculous and Keebsification (idk their tumblr so plz don’t yell at me) both on AO3 where I found them

Later yall

[brucewaynehater101]

do you have any ideas and lore for cryptids batfam im curious what your take on batfam that are not human or batman is the only human (because batman character is being human) i once found a fic where the batfam (minus bruce and steph cause she wasnt there at the time and i cant remember if Alfred also ) got turned to vampires but still lived normally (i cant remember what the fic name is)

or like if batman was faking being not human what would your take on the idea be

Hmm... I made a post a long time ago about the various creatures I felt would fit each batfam member. If you're looking for cryptid batfam members being based on certain legends or creatures, there's quite a few that would fit each one.

A particularly interesting plot point could be pre-death Jason being human when Dick and Tim are not. Jason gets revived as a wraith, ghoul, zombie, Phoenix, or whatever and his feelings of insecurity/inferiority increase both with his new status and the fact that Tim and Dick are/were Robin as crypids/creatures. Lovely angst.

I find fics where the batfam pretends to be cryptids a delight. I enjoy the chaos, the shenanigans, the engineering, and the schemes. Let them terrify people :)

I prefer fics where the Bats are various types of cryptids/creatures/monsters. While the ones where they are the same are enjoyable, it brings extra when they aren't similar. This is particularly true when the author matches the creature to the batfam member (such as Tim being fae due to his nature of lying, tricking people, and somehow being super alluring [in a friendship like way but also romantic]).

There's two fics I can think of off the top of my head. One of them, the batkids are just creatures. Bruce is human and he adopts them and cherishes them. Each batkid is vastly different (Dick is a type of doll, Jason is part gargoyle/concrete, and Tim is an ancient statue the Drake's unearthed). It was cool seeing how Bruce handled them and their different needs (how each kid "healed" and "ate" was not the same).

Another one has the batkids as more crytpid. Apparently, they are creatures that cause humans to feel so unsettled that they try to hurt or murder them. Bruce fights this instict to give the children love and care.

This fic is a neat one. Basically, the Bats died in various ways and came back to life as cryptids. It's been awhile since I read it, but def recommend

I tried finding those two other fics I mentioned, but a bit tired to go fic hunting.

If you're looking for a specific idea for cryptid batfam, let me know! Any dynamics? Want info on which creatures I think each Bat would be? Want angst?

[firefly--bright]

blooming hearts.

jean kirstein x reader, reincarnation a.u.

chapter two - germination.

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The universe had taken a special liking to your case – something akin to a cruel author or a puppet master that decided strings to your fate despite your opinion or permission. You had to play the role that was fitting to the narration given to you, and the story started like this – two starstruck lovers, carved out of the same stone, shaped from the same dust, shaped into something that could be called beautiful.

The universe – you’d given it the power to, in all fairness – had twisted and turned your strings, playing them until they were frayed and fragile. And you're reminded about how much everything hurts after a particularly hard dream. You woke up in a sweaty panic, feeling the remnants of pain blooming over the side of your stomach and taking root till your chest and the end of your thighs. And then the tears rolled in with an even stronger tremor as the voice – its always his voice that makes you cry like this, hunched over and clutching yourself to provide comfort that will never come until the morning does -  whispering in your ear, telling you something, giving you an answer which disguises itself as a plea, telling you to hold on. His voice is the only thing you hear which you consider a good thing because youd do anything but sit with your own thoughts. His voice is more welcome to you than your own, even if it’s usually honeyed tones are filled with despair and tears.

“no, no, no, no, no, no,” he repeats. Your eyes are blurry and even if you could remember his face, you think, you wouldn’t want to because you know it’ll only bring you more pain. You try to get your fingers to reach out and hold his cheek like it’s done countless times, but theyre numb to the point where you cant even tell if theyre there or not.

His voice ceases as he sniffles, and you feel a tear rest on your cheek. “no, we’re – I was going to take you to my mom’s house, you’re- you’re here, yeah? Im here, youre here, we’re okay.” He says, and you want to nod to tell him that you are and that he is and that you will accompany him to the ends of the earth if he so much as asks you to. But you don’t realise that the end of the earth is here and now, and this dizzying vision of the person infront of you thinks that despite the world ending superficially with the ground rumbling and fiery titans charging towards it, his world has already ended. Your eyes are closed and youre bleeding so much and the world is ending in both regards.

You slept. The world ended.

There are people calling out for him. Connie’s voice is panicked and hoarse, calling out his name. it falls deafly on jean’s ears as he catches your eyebrows furrowed in pain and he wishes he could take it away from you, and your skin is so pale now and he feels himself shaking and hears you take in shallow breaths, trying to hold on. You’ve been brave, he thinks, and asking you to hold on is the most selfish act he’s committed. 

he kisses the tip of your nose, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He cant bring himself to smile but he wants your last sight to be of him smiling – of how you’d always made him be. So he does, a little, and then he sees you smile too and the world is ending and he cannot do anything but tell it – tell you – “I love you. Goodnight, poppy.”

The strings of his being were frayed and fragile. Jean wondered if it would stay as such in whatever other life there would be. If sasha’s theories on birth and rebirth were true, then jean prayed and hoped and held on to his strings till his dying breath. Held on to the hope that you’d meet in another time, another universe, another world and would mend his strings just like you had done in this one.

And this was how it was going in the other one – two star struck lovers, their names etched on the same paper with the same ink, bled into something that could be called beautiful. It could. It would.

It had to.

Jean’s hopes were wearing thin, however, as his eyes stuck to the door Infront of him, observing the time on his phone that was ticking a little too fast. You were over fifteen minutes late to your weekly visit to the shop. He sighed, his eyes travelling from the glass doors to his phone to the daffodils he had saved for you on the counter.

Man, was he pathetic.

No he isn’t, he reasons with himself. He has good reason to be this eager to see you. Not only did he have something to give you, his shift also ended in fifteen minutes which was a fact that you knew about, after which he had plans to go to a café with Marco, Connie and Sasha that the former had been begging them to visit for a week now.

Checking his clock again – its been seventeen minutes now – he stares at the daffodils again, sighing. The petals are fresh and sprayed with water, the afternoon sun lighting them beautifully. Jean observes, reaching out to hold them, their stems perfectly cut and brightly green.

the flower on the field stands the test of time. He’s been observing it for the past ten minutes, glancing at it from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t know the name of it, just that it’s coloured red and has paper-thin petals that made filter the sunlight as it reflects on them.

“I’m here to devote myself to the cause of humankind, sir!”

Jeans eyes follow the guy. He looks like he’s going to piss himself under the watchful and quiet frankly terrifying gaze of Keith Shadis.

Poor guy, jean thinks to himself, glancing back at the flower, sighing. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he was made to stand here, lined up with kids around his age wearing the same uniform which in his opinion was counterintuitive considering the agonizing heat. Looking up from the plant, he noticed someone doing the same as him; staring holes into the flower, watching it as it moved slightly with a hot breeze. They were three people away from him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find them pretty. Jean averted his gaze back in front of him when he saw Shadis walking down the row, asking the person jean was previously ogling, “cadet! Get your head out of your ass!”

Jean tried not to smile at his wording, and how you seemed to be shaking slightly.

Your shoulders straightened immediately, saluting as you spoke, “yes sir!”

“introduce yourself!”

Jean was only half listening, his eyes going back to the plant, wondering how it withstood the test of the blazing hot sun and the dry ground. He remembered his mother telling him something about how different types of plants required different types of soils when he was a kid, and he wondered if this flower needed less than the others. It was remarkable, he thought, how the flower grew beautifully conditions that jean wouldn’t expect it to tolerate.

Jean regained his senses and snapped himself out of his thoughts just before Shadis finished talking to the boy next to him. The man stood in front of jean and in an instant, he regretted every judgement he held towards the others as he towered before him. Jean was incredibly aware about how he held himself, noting how the sweat he didn’t bother to wipe was now dripping slowly from his temple to his cheek, how his shoulders weren’t squared and how acutely incorrect his stance was and he suddenly understood everyone that introduced themselves before him.

Jean saluted, closing his eyes and introducing himself loudly. “I’m jean Kirstein from Trost district, sir!”

“why the hell are you here?!”

Jean paused, thinking of his wording before responding. “i.. want to join the military police brigade and reside in the inner district, sir!” he could feel people looking at him as his hands started sweating. “I see. So you want to live in the inner district?”

“yes, sir!” he answered. His best bet was to be honest as he had always been. He was determined to not let his inner panic show on his demeanor, holding himself straight and not breaking eye contact with him. Before he could register it, however, he was knocked down with a searing pain in his skull. The man had headbutted him. Jean kneeled down on the ground with his hands clutching his head in vain efforts to stop the buildings of a headache.

“who gave you the permission to sit?! If you cant handle that, you’ll never make it into the military police brigade!” his voice booms, worsening jean’s pain.

Eventually, the pain faded just as Shadis’ footsteps did, moving onto his next victim. Jean stood carefully with the help of some kid next to him who either had an absurd amount of freckles, or jean was seeing things. He nodded to him as a thank you, wiping his hands on his trousers as he felt another pair of eyes on him, observing his moves. He eyes scanned his surroundings, bending forward a bit just to catch the glimpse of your eyes.

You gave him an apologetic smile with a thumbs up as if you knew each other. Jean was sure he didn’t know you, and he scowled with a nod before he leaned backwards again. Whatever was this kid’s problem?

Looking back, jean would’ve changed a lot about his story if he had the power to, but ironically, he wouldn’t change the first time he met eyes with them. He remembered how, later, they told him that the flowers he was glancing at were called poppies.

He sighed again, blinking himself back to reality, trying not to think about them. Of course, the universe had other plans because all his mind plagued him with were visions of them – a faceless, blurry vision with a distorted but warm voice who he knew he was supposed to love because of how often his mind went back to them. It has to be muscle memory, he thinks, because he’s pulled into these visions when he’s near something specific – the most prominent one being the one he just saw. With how much he surrounded himself with flowers, he expected it. Selfishly, in the beginning, he welcomed it.

He relished in the feeling that spread through his bones after he saw them again even if it was the heavily watered-down version of them and he also admitted that selfishly, he went as far as to stay back after closing time just to bask in it, in everything that seemingly made his mind remind him of this stranger.

But after he met you, he started to regret it.

Man, he was selfish. Pathetic and selfish. But could he blame himself, really? He assumed they’d present themselves as time went on, as he met more and more people who were like him. Hell, he’d even met Moblit Berner, and though he couldn’t remember much about him, he did feel the soft recognition the man held towards him from behind the library desk. And as the years without them went on, his hopes dwindled. Maybe they’d found someone new, maybe they had no interest in strange dreams and their meanings.

Jesus, the more he thought about it, the worse it made him feel. He’d thought about quitting his job just so he could get away from his mind’s assault. But then that would mean he wouldn’t get to see you, which made him feel even worse.

He glared at the door, pleading internally for you to arrive and open the doors, presenting yourself like an angel, make him momentarily forget about his inner questionings. He turned his phone on again, glancing at the time. Twenty-one minutes since when you’d usually be here, nine minutes until he clocked out.

Jean sighed again.

You sighed again.

Levi Ackerman and his damned tea shop, you thought, glaring at the ticking clock on the counter. In all honesty, this could have been easily preventable by coming up with a clever excuse to him, but you couldn’t meet your eyes to him while also having to spill out a half-baked lie about why you couldn’t cover a shift. You were just forgetful enough to not think about flower boy and how this shift would inconveniently fall on the same day and time that you would usually visit him. Besides, it was Isabel who had pleaded you to cover her shift, telling you she had an ‘important thing to attend to’, something you suspected to be a date with a girl in her class who she would describe in vivid, picturesque detail to you, who just so happened to finally ask her out on a proper date last week.

You sighed again. Yes, this was your fault. Yes, you wouldn’t have said no even if you hadn’t forgotten about visiting flower boy.

You laugh nervously, shaking your head. “nope. Just bored.”

Levi cleared his throat from behind you, wiping up an already clean mug. You turned around with an apologetic smile.

“you expecting someone?” he asked, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

His eyes narrow further, and you try not to shrink under his gaze. “I’ve known you for half a lifetime, kid, you can’t lie to me.”

Shaking your head vigorously, “really, I’m not. I just… had to cancel plans to cover the shift.” After a brief pause, you continue with panic. “not that I wouldn’t! i was just thinking about, you know, if-“

Levi shakes his head dismissively. “just pay attention. Don’t need another angry customer.” He says, turning around and working on the next order, reading off of the cup with a scowl. He had very specific and pretentious tastes, often silently judging customers for their complicated orders. Youd be caught dead voicing that, though. You turned back around, facing the door, waiting for customers to walk into the store, observing if anyone sitting down at one of the tables needed anything.

From your carefully gathered perception towards the universe and its twisted, confusing strings, you had to be told a name to remember faces from your… past life? At least, that’s how your ex-captain had explained to you after you had almost fainted while giving your interview for the café.

you remember it without any hinderance.

you had come across the café countless of times; it being one of the best ones in campus with an affordable array of caffeinated beverages, you came across the open position for a barista, a piece of neon orange paper stuck on the front of the store against the glass. You dressed for the part, walking into the shop with a wavering confidence and a deep breath to calm your nerves.

It was Isabel who had greeted you with a bright smile. You had smiled back, told her you were here for the open position, and her eyes and smile widened with excitement, nodding and calling out levi’s name.

only, you knew that name.

you didn’t know how, considering the fact that you’d never seen him work the front of the house in the month you’d visited this store, but it felt familiar in the sense that you had heard yourself call his name out in determination. You could hear your own voice laced with anticipation and a deep, settling dread and had to touch your heart to get it to stop beating so much.

noticing your now pale features and a look of far-away wonderment that Isabel herself had felt, she led you to the back of the shop with a gentle arm around your shoulders. You’d been apologetic, telling her you didn’t know where this was coming from and trying to remember if you had had enough water before entering, if you had eaten something new the past week, only to come up blank, the only thing your mind kept picturing was those god-awful creatures, along with a feeling of hope that had been long snuffed out, only to be kept lit over and over again. You remembered thinking that you had somehow simultaneously never felt this feeling before – unwavering hope accompanied with the dread that came before her – but also felt like you had always felt it.

The next thing you knew, you were sitting in front of Levi himself, and Isabel pushed a glass of water towards you with a kind smile, and you remembered introducing yourself to him. You remembered how he’d then closed his eyes, and his shoulders relaxed. He opened his eyes and looked at you warmly and with a familiarity that shook you.

“why are you up so late, kid?” his voice called out, startling you. your failed attempt at sneaking around to find some warm milk to calm your nerves enough to fall asleep now came into light as Captain Levi and his stone cold gaze scrutinized you from head to toe in your striped, scouts-issued pajamas, looking up from a pile of paperwork in front of him, organized in neat sections on the table. You inhaled with widened eyes, finding your wording to explain yourself, only to mumble out a weak, “couldn’t sleep.” With a shrug.

You swore you didn’t know him but it felt like you did. Before you could think too much about it, he held his hand out for a professional handshake, only that the words that followed weren’t as professional. “Levi Ackerman. Welcome back, kid.” And then almost everything just made sense.

He all but nods, turning back to his work without another word.

his eyebrows lifted just a bit, wordlessly asking you to explain more. You cleared your throat, now aware of how disgruntled your appearance must’ve looked with mussed hair and crumpled clothes and bleary eyes that blinked slowly – wanting to catch some rest but being unable to.

“just wanted to make some warm milk so I could sleep.”

You scurry past him and rummage through the cabinets to find a mug. This cabin was a new change in scenery to you and the rest of the squad, and you still found yourself being confused at where the bathrooms were. As you heated up your milk on the stove, you turned around, leaning your back on the counter, observing the captain and his workspace – hunched over, squinting at the text, his right hand holding a pen that hovered atop the parchment. A cup of tea in front of him, going untouched, and if there was anything you knew about your captain, it was that he drank tea while it was still hot, refusing to let it sit out for more than a minute at a time.

You cleared your throat again, catching the man’s attention. “would you like another cup of tea, captain?” you asked.

There was a pause for a moment, and you observed Captain Levi as he blinked and looked not at you, but as if you weren’t even there. You glanced at the table and then up at him again, “captain?” you asked, enough to snap him out of whatever he was thinking about.

he inhaled, sitting up a little straighter than he was before, nodding, his hand motioning you towards him cup.

There was comfort in the silence and warmth that spread throughout the small kitchen as the stove crackled softly, and you removed the milk from the stove, pouring it into your mug, sipping slowly as you watched the water to boil. You searched for a jar of cardamom that you had found in the supplies Section Commander Hange had snuck into the cabin, cracking it open and adding it into the tea sieve along with the leaves. You let the leaves bloom into the water before adding a splash of milk that you had saved from your cup. It was an all-too-familiar task that brought you back to your childhood with living in the inner corner of Shinganshina. You were rarely home, often going to your aunt’s place in Jinae, but whenever you came back, your father would tell you to make him tea as he worked. It became a routine, and you’d often add something extra on special occasions or if he looked rather stressed.

you were in Jinae when the titans first entered, safe and sound and far away from your family. You got wind of the news through rushed whispers and loud men that either complained about the military or rejoiced in the fact that they resided in the safer parts in the walls.

you blinked away the tears that threatened to claim your eyes, opting to push captain’s cup towards him with a small smile. He threw you a glance, nodding in thanks. You turned around to wash the dishes that you were sure he’d reprimand you to not keep in the sink overnight, missing the way the captain’s shoulders relaxed and eyes softened after he tasted your tea.

The same expression that you didn’t fail to miss as you shook his hand feverishly. You smiled back at him, relief sitting on your shoulders, finally feeling a little less alone. Captain Levi – although he told you not to call him that – filled in the gaps for you over a cup of tea, the taste of which you recognized instantly to be your own, told you how this…situation worked. He didn’t understand much of it himself, he informed, but how him and his partner decided to view it instead as some sort of reincarnation, the kind that was adjacent to the ones the religions preached about, just more of an obvious interpretations. The dreams you had were moments you had seen and lived through in your past life – the creatures, he told you, were called titans. The only way you could properly remember every detail and access all of your memories with the proper faces and remember their laughter clearly was after you’d heard their name in full.

It took you a long time to get your head wrapped around this whole idea of there being a past life and you being a part of that world just as much as you wished to be a part of this one. It all left you feeling infinitely more out of place, more than you had felt before and you wondered if the people that you kept dreaming about still wanted to know your name. if their curiosity grew larger by the day or if they were sick of not knowing you or if they were sick of the exact opposite.

Selfishly, you also thought about flower boy. You thought about him not telling you his name, you thought about him hiding it from you specifically so that he wouldn’t have to hear yours, but those were only silly musings you shook away before you could think too much about them. It was just like the universe to do something so beautiful yet turn it into a puzzle, into yet another equation for you to solve.

Who knew if these other people that you used to be so fond of would even want to meet you? Or if you’d be friends without the context of this cosmic contract, if they’d find you enjoyable without them feeling indebted to owing you a friendship just because you were close in some other life under wildly different circumstances.

And why was it, then, that when you repeated your own name in front of the mirror that night, you couldn’t recognize the person you used to be? The person you supposedly were? The one that was loved and knew how to love tenfold? Why was it that even knowing your own name and saying it made you feel only more alien to yourself? It felt like a joke. You were given the answers now, but not the satisfaction that should’ve easily come with it.

You sighed again, a sound that was caught by Furlan, who turned towards you after having just stepped behind the counter, taking Levi’s place. “what’s up?” he asked, tying his apron around his waist.

“nothing, I forgot I had to meet…someone today, and then I took up the shift and now im kind of sort of regretting it,” you said, whispering the last part. Even if Levi wasn’t within earshot from what you could tell, you didn’t want to take the risk. It was stupid and silly of you to still be a little intimidated by him, considering everything, but it was a thing that hadn’t changed. Hell, you embraced it. It meant you were doing something right, feeling the same way you had been feeling across another life.

Furlan smirks knowingly, “oh, flower boy?” he asks.

You shrug, rolling your eyes, turning your back towards him to hide your lie. “no,”

You could hear his smile through his hum even with your back facing him. The shop was pretty empty, which allowed you to simply just be for a few moments without having to professionally interact with customers. You leaned on the counter, glancing at the small vase placed next to you, filled with an arrangement of flowers – baby’s breaths accompanied with orchids coloured brilliantly purple as if the earth was saying something important. Some leaves spilled from the edges of the vase and your finger gently pinched one of them between your index and thumb, feeling its veins under your touch.

“be careful out there,” he says, speaking your name with a smirk on his face. “don’t wanna get distracted by my charms.”

You elbowed him in his ribs, wiping that smile off his face. “sure. As long as youre careful too. Don’t wanna die before me, do you, flower boy?” you said, smiling at him with the same soft teasing he had held before.

He kept his promise, as did you. You walked with him and another stranger you couldn’t quiet place, talking about how this war was far from over and had even more complications than before, but all you could think about was that you’d fight any battle as long as it was for them – your friends. When the other one went silent, and when the weight of his words deemed too heavy,, you spoke up again. “how’s your head?”

He touched his bandaged forehead, smiling softly, “feeling better. How are your ribs?”

You shrugged, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “perfectly fine.” You lied, not wanting to worry the two of them. Turning to him, however, you asked your question softer than before. “how’s your arm?”

He seemed to study your face before answering. “why? Wanna hold it?”

You could hear your other friend sigh in disbelief. “you’ll never change, huh?” you ask, shaking your head softly, your eyes never leaving his.

He shrugged. “and you wouldn’t want me to, poppy.”

And you remember thinking how yes, you wouldn’t want him to, but you’d also love him if he did. If he became someone unrecognizable, you’d be able to hold his hand and trace every little wrinkle on them without even having to open your eyes, and you’d be able to find yourself through them. Youd be able to find the world and by extension, your love, through them, and then close his fist with your heart still in it.

But you don’t say any of that. You simply shake your head and mutter out a “whatever,” as the three of you continue walking, all bruised and scarred with proof of what was and what will be.

And then, in a flash, you remember the first time he called you that nickname. In the packed dining hall that would become like home to you in the next few months, the one that smelled of old wood and warm but flavourless soup. You had sit opposite from him, and after his eyes flashed recognition, he leaned in a little bit closer to you for his voice to reach across the table with all the commotion around you.

“youre the one that was staring at that plant, right?” he asked with a smirk, ready to call you an insult, but all of that dissipated when you leaned in a little too, smiling before giving him an answer. “yeah. Theyre called poppies, by the way. I saw you looking at them too,” you said with an unwavering brightness in your eye, excited to finally be able to talk to someone about all the things you had learnt during your stays with your aunt. He nods slowly, leaning back a little again, as you tell him what soil poppies need to grow, what weather was a perfect condition for them, and after you were done with your ramble, he leaned back in again.

“you’re kinda nerdy about this,” he remarks. You don’t take offense and jean thinks about how the kids in trost would laugh at him not being as discreet as they thought they were being for the things jean liked to do, and everything he ever had – every hobby, every inkling of talent or care towards his family or open affection – was knocked down before it had the chance to be built. But yours was already towering with no intentions of coming down. you just nod with the same smile.

“its an interesting topic, flower boy.”

His face turns red almost immediately, as red as the poppies from that morning. “never said it wasn’t.” he mumbles, his hand in his cheek as he glances down at his food. “whats your name?”

“were you not paying attention during introductions?”

“in case you forgot, I was looking at those damned flowers too.”

“so you’re also kinda nerdy about this.” You said matter-of-factly. He scoffed. “no. you don’t even know me.”

“well, whats your name, then?” you ask, tilting your head and narrowing your eyes with an unserious smile.

“im not just gonna give it to you. Whats your name?”

You breathe out a laugh. “what makes you think im gonna give mine to you, then? You get what you give.”

“so you’re just going to call me flower boy?”

You shrug. “at least I have something to call you.”

“I have something to call you too.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest, his face scrunched up. You were enjoying this and he hated it.

“hm? Like what?”

There was a pause. He blinked as he watched your smile grow the more the silence stretched. His mind grasped the one thing that made sense to him. “poppy.”

That seemed to get you. You looked at him, surprised with your brows slightly raised and lips slightly parted, nodding slowly. “good. So that’s what we’ll call eachother.”

He shifted in his seat, looking at anywhere but you. “whatever.”

You took that as a win.

The bell chimes, alerting  you of new customers entering the store. You stand up straight, plastering a polite smile on your face as you waited for them to decide what they wanted. From what you could tell, they were a group of friends – talking casually with one another.

“im telling you guys, this place is amazing.” The one in the front said, turning behind himself before turning back to you. He flashed you an apologetic smile for the noise that he carried with him. Two people behind him were talking amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of the public space. One of them donned an orange knitted beanie, folded on the bottom while the other had her hair in a ponytail with long bangs framing her face, wearing a short yellow sweater coupled with a white skirt. There was another one behind them, but they were looking down which made it difficult to view their face.

“oh my god they have tea cakes-“ the one with the ponytail said.

“of course they have tea cakes, this is a tea shop.” Orange beanie answered with his eyes glued to the large menu behind you.

“jelly… isn’t jasmine a flower? How is it a tea?”

“maybe they do it like they make wine.”

“well how do they make wine?” after which there was a pause.

The one in front – with freckles dotted on his face – leaned in a little, “im so sorry, we’ll need a minute.” You shook your head with the same smile, finding amusement in their back and forth. “it alright,”

“they don’t step on jasmine petals to make tea, guys.”

The one that was behind all of them answered, still not looking up. He was looking at his phone, you noted with a glance at him. his voice sounded a little familiar, but with the dull chatter around you through the store, you couldn’t be certain. you nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. “jasmine tea is made from dried jasmine flowers. We infuse the tea leaves with them while brewing,” you note with a smile.

The one with the ponytail looks at you, her head whipping around at the sound of your voice. She steps a little closer, “that’s insane-“

“so you’re saying, technically, tea is like weed?” orange beanie asks, his eyes wide.

You nod. “yep. Technically.” You say, your smile widening at his expression. Freckles breathes out a laugh. The one at the back finally lifts his head up.

Oh.

So you’d end up seeing him today anyway. The universe was strange.

His eyes met yours and time stopped, if only for a bit, if only until the other three talked amongst themselves to discuss what they wanted. A small smile graced his features, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he bowed his head a little, telling you an answer you already knew – he saw you.

You shook your head, your smile turning softer, more genuine.

“so, what would you guys like to order?”

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sky my lovely!!! first off congratulations you absolute sweetie pie!! so deserved and I cant wait to watch you grow more <3

second!! im sliding a $5 across the ice cream truck counter very suavely to order a pralines and cream with hot fudge (my absolute favorite!!) I'm thinking awkward unspoken feelings friends to lovers type thing?? like how long can we ignore that we woke up in each others arms??? AGH okay I love you mwah mwah thank you

Order up!! One pralines and cream with hot fudge for Mars!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event

☾ Pairings ➼ Megumi Fushiguro x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, expletives, one bed, friends to lovers (almost), modern au

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Mars!! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I may be a Levi girly, but I gotta admit I had a lot of fun writing this. I definitely did not start this at 2am and decided to stay up til 5am to finish it. I'm queueing this up though, worry not. Also I realized last minute you might have wanted more of the aftermath of waking up in each other's arms so if you would like a second part to this, please let me know?? I wouldn't mind, as I have something in mind that could work. But if I had continued, it would have easily been over 5k words and I need to work on other requests LMAO.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.2k

It would figure with your shitty track record, everything and their mother would do anything in their power to stop you from reaching your destination – your hometown. Due to traffic, multiple car wrecks, and now what felt like the heaviest thunderstorm known to man – you find yourself sitting behind the wheel 9 hours into what should have been a 7 hour drive. And according to the GPS display on the dash, you’re still a couple hours away from where you’re supposed to be.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the steering wheel in distress. The rain comes down in sheets, making the wipers work overtime just to give you a few seconds glimpse at the road ahead. You sat in silence because you had turned the radio off a few miles back so you could focus. A cough to your right startles you and it takes everything within you to not swerve off the road.

“Shit! Megumi, what the fuck.” You hiss, pressing your hand to your chest in a means to calm your beating heart.

“I just coughed, calm down.” Your black haired companion mumbles, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Well excuse me for trying to keep us alive. If you couldn’t tell, there’s a lot of shit happening outside.” You scowl. In your high-strung concentration, you completely forgot about your best friend sitting in the passenger seat. He’s the whole reason why you’re even going back home in the first place.

One of his friends from high school is getting married back in the hometown where you all grew up. You knew of this friend by association, but that was it. You didn’t even know Megumi back then, even though you went to the same school as him. You had actually met him at the local community college before both getting opportunities in the same city post-graduation. Now that you think back on it, Megumi has been your roommate for as long as you remember.

Maybe that’s why you felt the need to help him when his car decided to take a shit, offering to drive him at the very last minute. You suppose you could have let him just borrow your car, but you were persistent to drive him yourself. You told yourself it was to make sure your car got there and back in one piece. Part of you tells yourself you’re a liar.

Megumi calls your name.

“What?” You squint your eyes, as if that would help you see what was out the blurry windshield.

“Let’s just pull off and get a motel somewhere. This storm is not letting up and it’s already so late. You need a break.”

“I promised to get you there. So I’m doing that.” You frown at the possibility of failing him.

“You’re not breaking that promise by pulling off for the night. We’ll just get up early tomorrow and head straight there.” Megumi insists.

“We’re only a cou-“

“Pull off on the next exit or I’m grabbing the steering wheel from you.” He cuts in wryly.

“Then we’d both be dead, is that what you want?” He doesn’t say anything to that. When you take a second to glance over, you’re met with a slight scowl.

“Ugh, FINE.” You get into the left lane and slow down, waiting for the next exit to come up.

.

Fortunately for you two, there are plenty of places to stay in the little area you pull off into. Unfortunately, every place you call has no vacancies due to this time of year except for a dinky little motel way down the road. It wasn’t your first choice, and you had even offered to drive down to the next exit to find something else. Megumi points out the next exit wasn’t for another 30 miles, so the dinky little motel it was.

“If I get murdered in my sleep, I want you to know it was all your fault.” You mutter to Megumi as you rip open the office door, dripping wet from just a few seconds of being out in the pouring rain.

“You can stay in the car then. It’ll save you money.” He mumbles back quietly.

“Pft, whatever.” You turn your focus to the clerk sitting at the front desk, currently blowing bubbles with chewing gum and scrolling through her smartphone. She doesn’t look up.

“Uh- excuse me?” You call out. She still doesn’t acknowledge you or your friend.

Megumi goes up to the counter and slaps a hand down onto the linoleum covered counter. The clerk jumps up, eyes wide in shock. It takes a moment for her to register there are two customers waiting for her.

“Can I help you?” She says, her tone drenched with boredom.

“Yeah, two rooms please.” Megumi says, holding up two fingers – his ring and pinky.

“Let me see.” The clerk says. She puts her phone down to click around the computer in front of her. She types a few things in, clicks around, then flickers her eyes above the screen to the two of you.

“We only have one room left.” Her monotonous voice was really starting to grate at you.

“Does it at least have two beds?” You ask, annoyance slipping into your voice.

You’re met with a shrug and a pop of bubble gum. You take a step forward, feeling the heat of your frustration simmering. Megumi holds his arm out across your chest and holds you back.

“We’ll take it, thanks.” With that, Megumi pays for it and is handed the keys in turn.

“Check out is 11am. Thanks for staying with us, or whatever.” The lady says, waving her hands dismissively before going back to her phone. If you weren’t so drained, you would have thrown yourself over the counter at her. Maybe it was due to being so drained that you were thinking of doing something so feral. Instead, you take a deep breath and follow Megumi out the door.

The rain still comes down in sheets as you and Megumi rush to grab the bags from the trunk and book it up to the second floor where the room you were staying in lies. Much to your ever growing irritation, the motel in question is one of those that have the open walkways, only the guardrail and overhang serving as protection. Not like it matters anyways, because the rain starts blowing at an angle and pelts you in the face as you struggle to make it to the room.

Your boiling pot of anger threatens to spill over when you stumble into the room behind Megumi to find that there weren't two beds – in fact there was only one. The smallest queen you had ever seen. In the grimiest looking motel room you have ever seen. Dropping your bag to the floor, you groan in frustration.

“That lady sucks.” You rub your face with both hands, pulling your cheeks down and staring over to Megumi. He’s grabbing some extra blankets and a pillow from the storage closet by the bathroom. “What are you doing, ‘Gumi?”

“Getting my spot on the floor ready.” He mutters without looking over to you. After tossing the bedspread onto the floor, he heads to the bathroom. You bound over to him quickly, only to have the door shut in your face.

“Like hell you will. Take the bed, I’ll get the floor.” You shout over the hardwood. He doesn’t respond. Instead of being a normal person who would just wait over the by the bed, you slam your fists into the door.

“You’ve been driving all day. You deserve the bed more than me.” You hear him say, muffled. You stare at the faded, thin carpet under your feet. It’s a dark burgundy, littered randomly with even darker spots. Perhaps it had been a bright red at one point?

“That floor looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since the 90s. Why don’t we just…” You trail off as Megumi opens the door, coming face to face with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so close. You notice he had changed into dry pajamas, though you’re not sure how he did it so quickly. Nor did you see him bring clothes in with him. You must be really tired.

“Why don’t we just what?” A black eyebrow raises at you in curiosity.

“..Just share the bed.” You mumble under your breath. Turning on your heel, you head over to the side of the bed closest to the wall.

“Do what?” Megumi follows you, frowning slightly. He hadn’t heard you.

“Share the bed.” You say louder, not looking his way. In all the years you both had been roommates, sharing a bed was something that had never come up. It wasn’t needed, for obvious reasons.

“I mean, if that’s okay with you.” He replies back coolly. Your eyes snap up to his, and notice he’s watching you anxiously despite his tone.

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion.” You raise your hands up in defense, puffing your cheeks out.

“No, I think it’s the smartest choice we have.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Postive?”

“Just go change into dry clothes, dummy.” He rolls his eyes and walks past to his side of the bed. You trill your lips as you push yourself off the bed and into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of pajamas out of your small bag.

You find yourself on your side facing the wall about 10 minutes later. Megumi is tucked under the covers behind you, facing the window you suspect. It’s quiet bar for the ticking of the analog clock on the wall above the tv by the front door. Before getting into bed, he had made sure to lock every lock available to him.

‘Triple reassurance.’ He had said.

You roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. That thought from earlier today about why you were so insistent on driving him surfaces to the top of your mind. You turn your head to where Megumi currently lies, his back to you confirming your assumption from before. His black hair pools around his pillow. You think you’re the only person who has ever seen his hair down from his normal spiky style.

“’Gumi?” You whisper over to him. You’re met with silence, which means he must have fallen asleep. Exhausted from the drive today, sleep comes to you just as easily. Your last thought before falling into pitch black nothingness is Megumi's stupidly cute smile.

.

When you wake, you don’t open your eyes right away. You can already tell the sun must be up by the way your eyelids tint pink. Your eyes flutter open and you blink hard a few times to reorient yourself. An ugly navy striped wallpaper glares back at you. Where were you?

You take a second to think. That’s right, you and Megumi had stopped at a motel last night to shelter from the storm for the evening. A small gust of air blows down your neck and it takes everything in you to not jump up and out of bed. Something cinches over your waist and pulls you close and your eyes widen. Wait, Megumi.

Carefully, you slide your hand down to what was around your waist and a breath hitches in your throat. It’s an arm, and not just any arm. It belongs to Megumi – solely based off the fact he was the only one in the bed with you.

By the depth of his breaths, you can tell he’s still sleeping. Good, you think to yourself. Maybe you can move his arm off you gently and not wake him. However, when you go to wrap your fingers around his wrist, he digs his face into your hair and sighs softly. He’s pulling you in closer too, and this is where you’re drawing the line.

“U-uh Megumi.” You say. Your voice is crackly with the lack of moisture.

His breathing steadies out, and suddenly you feel him stiffen up behind you. Slowly, he pulls away and the sadness that comes with the absence of his body heat hits faster than you would have cared to admit.

“S-Sorry.” He mutters behind you, his own voice thick with sleep.

“No, it’s okay.” You squeak out. Pulling yourself out of the covers, you grab your bag and practically run to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You don’t come out for another 30 minutes, deciding to take a quick shower to calm yourself down. A few mental arguments later, you feel you can face him. This needed to be talked about. You wanted to talk about it. You take a deep breath and throw the bathroom door open. When you walk out, however, you see Megumi dressed and ready to go by the door, his bag in hand.

“There you are. Ready to head out? If we leave now, we can make it for the rehearsal lunch.” He looks up from his phone that he must have been scrolling on while waiting.

“I-yeah. Megumi, listen-“ You stop with your mouth open, ready to say what you had rehearsed in the steamed up bathroom mirror. But nothing comes out. Instead, you pinch your lips together and give him a nod. “Yeah. Let’s go."

TBH I don't know of any other JJK moots. So if you see this and wanna be tagged in my next JJK fics, please comment to let me know?? Thank you! (I will tag @romantichomicide95 tho because I know she's a Megumi girly)

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Things im looking forward to in the hypmic 2024 albums: (BP spoilers)

EDIT updated

Nayuta Yamada waking up and FINDING OUT about all the drama. Her husband managed to find out a way to wake her up, worked with a new government that staged a coup, his kids disowned him and believed she was dead, and he made 30+ clones that were used for sacrifices on the hypnosis mic prototype. What happens when she wakes up and sees his cast from his broken arm that their son did 😭 i also hope shes actually an interesting character and not just that 'perfect dead wife' trope thingy. Ik i saw a great Nayuta headcanon that i REALLY want to be canon. I also hope we get a Nayuta design drop. Personally, I dont think she'll overly look like Ramuda bc Rei knew what the Ramuda clones were used for, so I doubt hed want to see her likeliness keep dying.

Oh my god the Yamada family drama HAS to go crazy. Like the whole hypmic plot was made bc one guy tried to get revenge on the world or whatever and wake up his comatose wife

I need to see what happens with this info publically. If Nayuta goes public, where does she live? On her own after she divorces Rei (JOKING but pls thatd be so funnyyyyy)? With rei in osaka? With BB? Godddd imagine saburo who didnt have the chance to really remember her and ohhhhhhh my ogddddd

God pls i want nayuta to pick up rapping since she was THE co-creator if not lead in creating the hypnosis mic AND have a cool mic design

ABOUT THE PUBLIC STUFF U NEED TO SEE DH'S REAVTION TO IT IF ITS NOT A SECRET. "You're telling us BB are your kids?! Wait wait you had a wife all this time?! What the fu-"

Mad trigger crew? Idk 🧍‍♂️ we might see more of rios commander, oh yeah id like to see what happens with samatoki and nemu in fighting for their ideals. There is the possibility that Nemu could become acting president or smth so ig if that happens? We see samatokis reaction? Honestly im just 💀💀 worried at samatokis words to ichiro from BP like "alright, if i participate and help in the festival then you have to listen to an order from me the next time that you cant refuse" like that sounds like bad foreshadowing even if prob nothing will happen to him 😭

oh yeah whatever happens to Ramuda AND THE OTHER CLONES OH GOD THE CLONES. do they privately help out at chuohku??? Live pubkic??? I remember chatting in the discord gc like "what if rei sets them up as a scam like u rent a ramuda and they live in ur home rent free for a while before going back". WHAT DOXYOU DO WITH 30 RAMUDAS. Im thinking they probably help chuohku as guard or w/e strictly in rhe building bc itd be chaos if ramuda clones got loose

GENTARO BBRORORORIRIRIROR GENTA BROOOOOOOO GENTBAROOOOO FUCK MAN THATS LIKE WHAT IM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOST FUCK. OKAY. THIS IS A BIG ONE. A DOOZY.

1) so gentsro took on his brothers identity THIS MESN THAT HE TOOK HIS NAME AS WELL, RIGHT??? WHAT IS GENTARO'S PREVIOUS NAME. IMAGINE IF HIS BROTHER WAKES UP AND THEN THE FIRST THING HE SAYS AS HE SEES GENTARO IS A NAME WE HAVENT HESRD BEFORE AND WE ALL GO "OH FUCK THATS GENTARO"

2) does gentaro still go public with chuohkus info as revenge??? Maybe not since hed just be focused on his brother waking up and all

i will be calling gentaros brother gentabro to ensure no confusion

DO THE YUMENOS GO PUBLIC WITH THE INFO??? gentaro is a celebrity rn with massive success so what happens? Do they still keep the switch private as gentabro does whatever and gentaro keeps living as his brother? Do they publically announce it? Just swap and gentaro changes his appearance a little so gentabro is still the author? Do they both work on publushing under the same name? I need to knoooow

FLINP POSSE MEETS THE YUMENOS. PLEASE bc of gentaros yume no kanata song MAYBE gentaro was still at least a little cynical and not so trusting before so IM GAINE IF HIS BRITHER IS LIKE PROUD OF HIM FOR MAKING FRUENDS. fling posse meeting them will be chaotic like "YOU HAD A BROTJET??????"

oh yeah whatever happens with dice and his mum. Im p sure thatll still be kept a secret but itd be so funny if it got revealled to FP

Ooohhhh id love to see jakurai reunited with his horrror movie protagonist son (WHY did he ring jakurai AND PROCEED T9 TELL HIM EVERYTHING WITHOUT HEARING HIS VOICE). maybe jaku gets emotional amd all then introduces him to Matenro 😭😭

Whatever the FUCK is honobono's deal and if things get resolved AKA she goes to jail for 1000000 years and whatwver needs to happen for hifumi to resolve stuff a little and put some closure on it

Homobono mic and spesker reveal PLEASE. oh god the honobono typos go crazy i once spelled HONKbono as well as bonobono just minutes ago.

PLEASE KR SHAKES BARS LIKE A MONKEY WITH RABIES I NEED HER MIC AND SPEAKER REVEAL STAT. girl doesnt even need a rap ability bc she only needs raw power to win

um ill update this list in the afternoon tomorrow bc i need to fucking studddyyyy exams start next week wish me luck! I will write a fuckton more of stuff i needd to see dw.

Addition still studying for exams hoping to crush it! Anyways:

i think everything jakurai and hitoya has been resolved already so not much need for that. BUT. IMAGINE IF JAKURAI AND REI MEET AS THE DILF DUO. I had a meme for this lol

DH? I dunno if anything needs resolving for DH aside from DH's reaction to rei and his family.

We need a Honobono and Shakku Harai showdown 😭😭 maybe its just bc shakku knows his son so well that his rap/sermon was effective but CURRENTLY THESE 2 ARE UNCONTESTED. pls shakku defeat the final boss

ummm ig thats all im mostly just looking forward to the gentabro stuff and everything related to the Yamada family. Like the hypmic plot would NOT be this convoluted or exist if it werent for Yamada dysfunctional nuclear family drama lmaoooo

OH YWAH HONOBONO MIC AND SPEAKER DESIGN AND NAYUTA DESIGN TOO PLS

Pls let nayuta be intwresting and not a perfect dead wife trope plz 🙏🙏

PS I FORGOT YEAHXI WANNA SEE WHOS THE PRIME MINIZTER NOW LOL. Is it otome stepping back up? Nemu despite being 19? Ichiro brime binister real? Im so curious.

[someone-always-cares]

chapter 5, page 47

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[image description: an sac webcomic page. "if this really is the place, why not call in the heroes? they're more prepared." lewis asks, stepping through the newly made gap in the chainlink fence. "can't. iris is an unregistered super, if they were found out, they'd be arrested, probably forced into the stupid piss program." jade answers. the panel is looking down at the two entering, shot as if someone was staring at them through the shattered and boarded window above. the ground is both patchy and overgrown, with a few bushes and a couple bricks and rocks scattered around. "the fucking what?" asks lewis, off panel. "the PIS have a program for some vigilantes and villains with useful powers and non violent tendancies. end up being forced into heroism. it's technically a choice, just one between that or prison." replies jade, looking back at lewis over her shoulder, frowning. "do you think that'd happen to you?" "HA!" she laughs. "doubt it. i may be an off-white shade of morally grey, but i'm still a disabled nuisance with a dangerous area of effect power and a real problem with authority." she explains, turned back to lewis. "same problem for you, except you have a better range and a cleaner record. anyway i'll elaborate more after we get iris out of here." end id]

some brief lore. its 1:37am at the time of typing this so i cant remember off top of my head which parts have been mentioned before. the program has been referanced before but not in name i havent given it a name when i was drawing this page the script was like "probably forced into the [name pending] program" and so i didnt pick a name. i think i did mention the Paragon Institute for Superheroism in a bonus bit with the fake brochure, where rami and his team work.

anyway i have work ing the morning so im going to crash peace out

[devotedgossamerreader]

rereading childhood favorites: HIVE (Higher Institute of Villainous Education)

im picturing dr nero as giancarlo espocito and nobody can stop me

so all of this is taking place before 2008, because Laura said that it's been "nearly 40 years" since Nero founded the school sometime in the 1960s

Im so happy that we get to meet HIVEmind so early on and they're already showing that he's more than he seems in his introduction (pages 44-50!) His involvement is one of the few things I remember about this series. My boy is Alive a la Detroit:Become Human and already going against programming to fraternize with identified Possible Problem Student. LET THE AI GO ROGUE

what's this about Otto being above average in lie detection, and feeling like Shelby is hiding something?- possibly faking her whole attitude? interesting. filing for later

also cant wait to find out what he did to earn a spot at HIVE that involved the prime minister, who his sponsor is (cuz it's not Nero), whether he's truly an orphan, etc etc

also curious about Laura's backstory. all of them, yes, but Otto and Laura's reasons for being at HIVE were especially hinted at and seemed separate from family heritage.

lastly before moving on to chapter 4, what year were those bullies in the cafe? how was Otto able to overpower the one with a pressure point/weak point- surely henchman students should be taught all those.

I am going to preface the coming rant by commending the author's efforts to provide a diverse cast of characters. There is a variety of hair colors, eye colors, and nationalities represented in our main group and beyond. I will soon ascertain if there are as many unique personalities, which it looks like there will be! That being said, there is not much racial diversity, which is weird to me when there's such a good mix of other traits.

for as much as HIVE is described as a diverse place, it seems to be suffering from the same "white is the default" attitude as the other juvenile fiction book i just read. unless mentioned, everyone is white, and very few people so far have been mentioned as black (not to worry, it's one of the first words in their introductory description if not The First word (in all fairness, check and see if this is true for white characters (their nationalities not their skin tones))) In fact, there is only only character coming to mind who was mentioned as black (the instructor with military medals and a black beret.) NOW, this could be because the author is white and not internationally experienced, both things i understand being because i am those two things. But it's curious because we have diversity among the white characters- or, I should say, the characters whose race is not pointed out. Otto Malpense is British (main physical trait is white hair), Shelby Trinity is American (blond), Laura Brand is Scottish (red-haired), the Contessa is Italian, and Raven/Natalya is Russian (she alone *is* confirmed as having "pale but beautiful skin. ") Last but not least, Franz is German (not a fan of how he's not being treated very kindly so far, being degraded by fat jokes, but he does add diversity to the cast!) (just not likely racial diversity because he is blond.) All of the above characters' nationalities (except Otto, because we're often in his POV) are identified by their strong accents.

and then there's Wing. My dear, sweet Wing. he is referred to as "tall" and "Asian" THREE TIMES EACH before we even get to know his name. He *is* simultaneously established as intelligent, because his reaction to being abducted is level-headed and calm. He is also revealed as a formidible opponent in combat fairly quickly. But I'm keeping an eye on his characterization as the only Asian character so far (and we dont even get to know what Asian country he's from, just that he was picked up by the Far Eastern division.) (our only hint in these first few chapters is that there should be tigers there, because of the saying he repeats from his father "only the foolish man pulls on the tiger's tail as it dangles from the tree.") ANOTHER NOTE this word isnt used directly but our boy is very Stoic. Otto sees him smile one time and makes him laugh another, and while both are in the course of their 1st day, it seems this is the exception to the rule. it has more to do with their growing friendship than Wing's default with everyone.

i have a feeling I'm going to feel similarly for Nigel Darkdoom. I already feel bad for the kid being described as timid and bald, with thick glasses, over and over and over again. A bald 13-year old. It does give him an advantage on looking the part of an evil mastermind, though.

if the author is american, props to him for the little things that make the european characters distinct from the american ones. Otto measures distance in meters. there's other examples but i forgot em

[thesugarhole]

last day i have to put up wit train strikes and waking up so so early to get here on time and for the waiting times between. so im reading romac in between. on phone so no funny business. stopped at bench and men

anyway

dont ever ask a woman her age a man his salary and vitaly how the geography of romac looks like

eureka was apparently partially new york but i know bc of worldwide photo shoots they later use places like paris on the bg so thats funny. i guess whale arc (is the whale stuff still there?) multiple alien and monster and annet chases and various flying machines could get you there, if the world map is still about the same

i guess im pointing it out bc i saw someone make a weird map connecting. idfk or even remember but the atlantic ocean wasnt there anymore

"He could only communicate with me via a copyrighted form of speech available to the Unconnectable population- talking loudly."

thats not copyrighted to unconnectables thats copyrighted to portuguese* come ooooon man

everything in this world needs a fookin loicense god what a nightmare

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sorry i just dont buy this. first of all from having read the original comic before second of all because hes just some guy in both versions (who just happened to work for g-dir, best of the worst type deal) and third of related to the second of, it all feels like they pushed a role on him he didnt even knew existed and it all went downhill from there.

if he really was one of the catalysts of the apocalypse though rather than just being caught up in the aftermath (alongside PILOT!!!!) and omitting all that in previous POV logs for the unreliable narrator trope, then sorry tumblr sexy man that never was. i cant defend you here. you looked at yourself, said 'i can make her better' and then made her worse

number 2 also i just noticed. "infi"? miss ai generated number 8 pendant that ruined one of my favorite sequences in the original comic with 'is this a set ALMOST MISSED MY TRAIN STOP I THOUGHT WE WERE AT TUE ONE BEFORE

""Are you, really?" Infi raised an eyebrow. "Even that bench you're sitting on is charging you infractions. If enough tickets pile up, the Dexes will come and take you away. You know what they do to big debitors, Sven. You know what they turn people into. I'm sure you won't like wearing a smile on your face forever.""

ok so. if i recall correctly people in too much debt get killed and turned into dexes and idk if all dexes do the same job but in pilots case he became a debt collector or something. aka kill more people to create more dexes

and in most panels of him pre apoc without the pilot gear he didnt seem too thrilled about anything, facial expression wise. what im getting to is, it could be something added in the rewrite but it would be interesting if part of his character design had a smile stapled on whether he likes it or not.

well for what its worth hes happy now, only vaguely aware of his past

anyway- svens gone but the seagull lived? i dont think this bench would know if its the same seagull. also how are you talking to it? the bench lost whatever little mind it had djhgsjfj and this is positive character development

The User flickered peculiarly and suspiciously in my time-worn sensors, just like... Infi did.

AI girlie nonsense aside i guess shes's intriguing me a bit. if anything she's the true unconnectable leader and scapegoated snippy. but also youre still not baiting me with the "is captain infi???" rewrites. i know how to count. (<- gonna look foolish if this later happens anyway. "am i that out of touch? no. its the author thats wrong") (speaking of counting haha very funny that sven and steven, names sounding like seven, meet infi, represented by an 8/infinite, and some undisclosed time later the somewhat sentient bench they were on meet captain (also known as seven). basic homestuckology

these side little detours into the world that was are fun i think. but again, most (all? honest to god i dont remember anyone named infi being a part of anything going on) of this was already in the original so ya

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

i love david so much. dude was wanted for murder so he changed his last name, macentire, to mcentire. and stayed living on the same land his parents and grandparents and so on had lived on since the mid 1650s? so his three brothers and their wives stayed living on the same land too in their houses, as well as his sister and her family. i can only assume that when people showed up to say 'david macentire, you killed jacob such and such' (sorry jacob i forgot your name, it was polish and very long however) david said 'you have the wrong man, im david mcentire! easy mistake to make'. cannot stress enough that he and his siblings and parents all stayed on the same plot of land and the others did Not change their names at all

i went thru a phase of being super into my family history so i like talked to everybody i could and researched like. census reports and shit, and i found a digitized letter talking about a murder of a jacob such and such in the town david lived in talking about david m and how he was being left alone despite the author (a woman with a j name, i couldnt read her signature. sorry j) being really really sure it was him. and by the censuses it showed his name changed between... god i cant remember the exact years. but between two censuses his name was changed, and the letter was dated within that time period. and his siblings and father were listed on the census both times w the same dob etc. so it Worked bc he stayed on the same plot of land until his death when he was 60 or so, which was very much in line with the other men in the family's lifespans

and my great-aunt's hobby is visiting gravesites of family members in the us and SHE had a copy of a section of newspaper talking about jacob! shes actually the one who told me the story and thats why i went looking, and i cant say for sure thats why he changed it. bc i havent found the info myself but yeah!!!

@gaysontodd please tell me there's more to this story

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where wwx does not want to date guys who are not wealthy; lwj is his roomate and is in love with wwx but he thinks he doesn't have a chance because he is hiding he's very rich and fakes being almost poor (he even hides his credit card for emergencies). I think wwx also liked him but didn't want to try anything because he thinks lwj is poor. Thank for your help!

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2. hello hello!! for FF, i swear ive saved this fic but i... cant find it. its a modern au. i remember everyone was famous, in one way or another. not a streamer au. LZ communicated only through emoji, borrowing LXC's account, except at the end only to reply to WY. he has a rly good relationship w JYL! she understands the emojispeak. im almost sure this is the same fic that has NMJ and JGY arguing about the whole thing online, something like a side commentary. definitely ao3, not a twt thread.

FOUND! and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Rivalry, Competition, Competition-Set Fic, Athletes, Multimedia, Miscommunication, frenemies to lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Seemingly One-sided But Actually Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, Competitive Cultivation, Anal Sex, First Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, Olympics, Inappropriate use of an Olympic gold medal, Breathplay, Rough Sex, Food Porn, Switching, Bottom LWJ)

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3. Hi there! I was wondering if you could find two fics for me please. A) One is where wwx isn’t allowed to go to a festival bc of punishment or smth but he creates a disguise as Jiang Feihua and goes with jc. Him and lwj are married in this fic and wwx joins a dancer group for like a minute too. B) The other is where wwx and lwj are both students at two different universities (wwx is an engineering student and lwj is a music student) and join together to create a project after being randomly assigned to each other. There’s a lot of zoom calls and strangers to friends to lovers. There’s also one scene where wwx crawls to lwj and is just being a little teasing gremlin. Thank you!!!

3A)

FOUND? A Flower in Bloom (or Wei Wuxian Crashes a Party) by UmbrellaMartialGod (E, 30k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Crossdressing, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Festivals, Dancer WWX, Insecurity, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, mild possessive behavior)

3B)

FOUND? synesthesia by uchiuchi (T, 28k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, strangers to friends to lovers, pining)

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4. Hiiii!! I'm hoping yall can help me because I've tried looking for this fic for ages and no luck. It's an au where when a person touches you, they leave a colored mark, except wwx only has one from his parents and no one else, and it ends up he was cursed and just could get any bc of it. Pleeeaaasse if yall can help I'd be eternally grateful!!! @crystalizednight

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

Or the fic it was inspired by

Not FOUND leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

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5. hi, i’m looking for a fic that’s actually based on the author’s tumblr posts! i remember that wangxian were in an arranged marriage, and that it was unrequited love. wwx loves lwj, but lwj doesn’t. i think lwj is a second prince and/or general and was deployed in war. wwx followed him to war much to lwj’s dismay (?). i hope you can help me find this, thank you! <3

hi, i was the one who submitted the previous ask about wangxian arranged marriage wherein general and/or prince lwj joined the war to avoid wwx but he was followed by wwx. i’m not sure if wwx was royalty or simply held in high esteem. i’m sorry that i’m sending another ask but i forgot to add that there’s no cultivation world in that au! so there’s not golden cores and whatnot! as i said, there was a whole dedicated tumblr posts about that au by the author. thanks!

FOUND! sarah-yyy's rebuttable presumption series

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6. Hi I was wondering if you know of this fic where wwx does a thing but time travels into to the past except he has his own body. So instead of becoming 15 he stays 17 and meets a younger version of himself. Jiang family find this older wwx hard to handle because he is so different from younger wwx.

FOUND? MingYu by Fino_Al_Cielo (T, 87k, WWX & LWJ, YL WWX, yunmeng siblings, Fix-It of Sorts, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, PTSD, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Trauma) with an older WWX time traveling and winds up posing/pretending to be WWX's older brother since they are so different

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7. Hi. Thank you for all your hard work with this blog, and the recs. I've found so many good fics thank to all the lovely mods and their hard work. I have been trying to find this fic myself, but alas I have had no success and I turn to you in my desperation. I'm searching for a fic where Wei Wuxian is helping the Dafan Wens get away when he gets a cut on his foot. He ignores it and it turns septic and his foot/lower leg needs to be amputated. The Wens build him a prosthetic out of wood and he invents talismans to keep it attached. Please, would you or your followers be so kind as to help me find it? Thank you!

FOUND? we're starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club, WWX loses a foot)

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8. HI! I was wondering if anyone knows the fic where wq came to wwx for help during a banquet and wwx saved her, the dafan wen and lsz by saying that lsz is his child. im not really sure if there was a golden core reveal but there definitely was a sort of yunmeng bro recon. thank you so much in advance! @remembermexingan

FOUND? 💖 The Epic Lie of the Yiling Laozu and His Wife by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 9k, wangxian, WWX/WQ, fake/pretend relationship, fake marriage, misunderstandings, lies, jealousy, BAMF WWX, yiling wei  au)

FOUND? that is a door by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 7k, WWX/WQ, marriaged of convenience, WQ pov, post-war)

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9. Hello there, terribly sorry to be a bother but my dumbass forgot to book mark a fic and I conveniently forgot the name. Just my luck. I was hoping you guys could find it for the next fic finder. 🙏🏻

All I remember is it was sort of a tgcf crossover; wangxian had successfully ascended. But people started mistaking them for the rabbit god Tu er shen (?). Also: Jin Ling prays to them to help Jiang Cheng find romance. Jiang Cheng ended up with Nie Huaisang and WWX, having discovered he can shapeshift now he’s a god and ends up pregnant (because of course he does). Also Hua Cheng makes a brief cameo to mildly threaten the heavenly officials.

FOUND! Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay (E, 24k, WangXian, ChengSong, Ascension, romcom, Unlikely matchmaker heavenly officials, genderflip, Because that is something heavenly officials can do, Pregnancy, Mpreg kinda but not really because WWX is technically female at the time, Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

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10. Hello! For your next fic finder, I'm looking for a modern au where wwx was homeless for a while (but not during most/all of this fic)(possibly kicked out but i cant remember). Jz implies to lz that wwx turned to prostitution, but later wwx says he did construction. That's all I can remember clearly. Thank you and your followers for all your help!

FOUND! Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending) the scene occurs in chapter 15

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11. Hiii!! So i read a fic where right after wwx died, they found this ball thing that enabled them to basically look into his memories of when he was still alive. They all found out he didn’t do the things he was accused of and the juniors help reincarnate wwx, if u can find it id really appreciate it 😁😁 @tupurware

FOUND? 🧡Misunderstood by Silver_Flame_2724 (M, 250k, wangxian, heavy angst, fluff, eventual happy ending, implied/referenced rape/non-con, misunderstandings, self-harm, self-hatred, family fluff, mental breakdown, cannibalism, reincarnation, WIP 31/33)

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12. Heyoo! Im looking for a fic where both lwj amd wwx time travelled to CR days. I think lwj died in a nighthunt with a boar. They didn’t know the other also travelled but one day lwj hears wwx play wx and yeahh they knew. I think wwx hears some kind of melody or song in his head? LQR was a good uncle in that! Thank you! @sandriya-artemis

FOUND? The Wild Geese's Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 56k, WangXian, XiYao, Time Travel AU, fixit, Temporary Character Death)

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13. I’ve been looking for this fic I read in passing, which isn’t my normal taste or pairing, and still can’t find it even after limiting the search options. The pairing is JC/LWJ and happens during the 13 years WWX is dead and I only remember two specifically key events that happened in said story. One was that a demonic cultivator who was really young was taken into Lan custody but took a nail from the barn he was being held in to kill himself. The other was LWJ pushed JC hard enough to hit his head on the floor and daze him? The fic is definitely on Ao3. Any help would be nice~ @youkaimeimi

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14. Hello! Thank you for all your hardwork, you're a blessing to this fandom ♥ For the next fic finder, i'm looking for a fic that was a fic set in CR era, and lwj is a vampire. Except he's a fruit bat vampire and only eats fruit. wwx finds out about his vampirism but he thinks he's the type that drinks blood? That's about all I remember. Thanks for your help!

FOUND? WEI WUXIAN, VAMPIRE HUNTER series by Suspicious_Popsicle (T, 19k, wangxian, modern, crack, OOC, getting together, fluff)

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15. Hello. This is for the fic finder. I've been looking for a fic where wwx is in Cloud Recesses for the lectures and goes to the back hills to read his porn, there was a scene in the book he was reading where the woman (I think?) was penetrating the man. Then, wwx decides to try it with his fingers and lwj finds him in that position.

FOUND? Rest My Chemistry by ilip13 (E, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Kink Negotiation, Undernegotiated Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Intercrural Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing, Come as Lube, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Consensual Non-Consent)

FOUND? Deep in the Woods by malkinmalkout (E, 5k, WangXian, Getting Together, First Time, Consensual Underage Sex, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, punishment kink, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses, PWP, Semi-Public Sex, Mention of Heterosexual Porn)

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16. Hi! I've just been going through your blog and thank you so much for all you do! I have been looking for this fic similar to one called decay that you had found for an ask before where LWJ plays for WWX to cleanse him except they are married I think? And WWX is hiding his pain and once LWJ discovers the truth he is angry and maybe goes into seclusion and moves out of their house. The discovery happens when WWX almost dies and everyone is like you would have made him your murderer?!?! @myblognewagain

FOUND! A Price To Pay by wangxianist (E, 116k, WangXian, XuanLi, Arranged Marriage, Prophecies and Curses, Angst with a Happy Ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition, warning for yzy's f minus parenting, Cultivation Sect Politics, Family Drama, Canon Divergence, Explicit Smut)

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17. Hi! Can you help me find a wangxian fic? I don’t remember much, but I think it’s post-canon. Wangxian are married(?), but it is mild emotional hurt/comfort from Wei Wuxian’s perspective because he sees Wanji with a Lan sect lady. He thinks Wanji might be interested in her because Wuxian thinks Wanji looks really good with the lady, a more fitting couple? He doesn’t say anything and just goes about business as usual, doing his sect duties, etc., because I think he just wants to enjoy stuff while he can(?). Later when Wanji finds out, he’s a bit heartbroken that Wuxian would do so much for someone he thinks is cheating on him. Wanji eventually introduces Wuxian to the Lan sect lady, and she’s like a SUPER elder who has really high cultivation which is why she looks so young. I think they were hanging out because she’s planning on ‘dying’ soon. That’s all I remember. Thank you!

FOUND? Ch.5 of White Flag by incendir (T, 37k, WangXian, NHS/NZH, OMC / OMC, 4+1 things)

FOUND? What Comes After Love by Rainbow_Horizon (T, 17k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, POV WWX, Sad WWX, Jealous WWX, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, Post-Canon, Insecurity, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Break Up, Separations, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, marriage issues, Marriage Proposal)

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18. Hello there! I’ve got a fic finder request because my dumbass forgot to bookmark a fic yet again :D. I have no idea what it’s called but it was cloud recesses study era, and the beginning stated out with wangxian f!ckin in the cold spring and wwx telling lwj that he didn’t need to take responsibility. They then had a lot of sex after that that led to a suspicious Jiang Cheng and a very stressed out Wen Ning at one point. They get caught at it in the library pavilion at the end (and traumatise lqr). I would be very thankful if you guys could find it (amazed y’all do this for free Ngl)

FOUND! Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, wwx desperately wants lwj’s attention, lwj desperately wants to marry wwx, Miscommunication, Jealousy, in abundance, Happy Ending)

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19. hello im looking for a fic i can't remember the title of. i only remember it's a time travel one (i think jc did the time traveling) and the only scene i remember is the ending where jc is holding baby jl and jl's face is all scrunched up and jc realizes jl traveled to the past too. id be grateful if anyone finds it thank you!

NOT FOUND! Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong) the quote regarding jc and jl: “A-jie places his nephew in his arms and Jiang Cheng looks down at that little squalling scrunched up face and knows. This is Jin Ling.”

FOUND! good hunting by baekhyun (baruna) (T, 18k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Complicated Relationships, Sibling Bonding, Dysfunctional Family, Humor, Angst, not romance-oriented, JC-centric)

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20. Hello! For fic finder, it was a fic where Lan Zhan and Wei Ying were engaged and Wei Ying was acually happy about it until Lan Zhan pushed him in water, the fic shows them being married and trying to fix the misunderstanding. Thank you for everything you do! @itz-a-spooky-lesbian

Number 20 was definitely a Twitter thread! I remember reading it on there but u can't remember who the author was! I'll try to look for it but hopefully knowing where its from will help narrow down the search!

FOUND! This Twitter threadfic

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[aliberosimphq]

Cake

Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Warnings : None-

(F/F) = Favorite Flavor

"Will you marry me?"

Camilo looked at you with his innocent eyes, tilting his head in confusion. "Why?" He answered laughing.

You both were sitting near a lake. It was after Your brother's marriage. You and Camilo were best friends ever since he tried to scare you at his gift ceremony day. BUT that is a story for another time.

You look at Camilo in disbelief " 'Why???' So we could eat wedding cake!!" You exclaimed excitedly. Cant believe your bestfriend who you spent your time with eating AND sharing food together cant even put at two together.

"Well.... Is it (F/F) Cake??" Camilo questioned you with an amused look at his face. "Who cares! Its big AND it got lots of frosting!!" You answered him almost immediately as well as pausing after realizing again what Camilo asked you. "Well.. yes, ofc! (F/F) will be the cake flavor!!" You added, your voice was as excited as before which made Camilo laugh again. You looked at him with a pout but soon after joined him laughing. What can you say? Its just contagious

Both of your laugh echos inside Camilo's mind as it echos the same as when you both were kids watching the peaceful sunset together. It was the Sunset too, at the lake where you both were at that time. He must've been quiet for to long because he was 'woken up' to you calling him. "Helllooooo- wake up Mr.Chameleon" You said as you watch Camilo flinch.

"Woah Woah there! Relax Relax- are you okay?" You said to him, obviously worried. He looked at you and laughed, ruffling your hair in the process. Ending with you slapping his hand away. "Whats up with you? You've been spacing out more than usual" You stated to him, fixing your hair. You then again.. got answered with silence by Camilo. "Camilo- I swear-"

"Can I still take that offer?"

Camilo interrupted you before you could finish. And you can say it was a pretty random answer. You both were full with randomness but this is by far one of the most out of pocket thing you heard from him. "...what?" You looked at him with confusion. "Camilo.. I dont think I ever made an offer to you-"

"Will you marry me?"

Camilo interrupts you again. Now this took you a back, and Camilo seemed to catch how you feel after you gave him silence. Camilo smiled and Shapeshift himself to look like the younger you. "So we could eat wedding cake" He said then shapeshift back to himself. And at that moment it felt like a sudden rush of memories flooded you and you put your hands to cover your face in embarrassment. "In the name of embarrassment.. How did you still remember that-" You said, only to be answered with laughter by Camilo. You look at him and cant help but laugh as well. Still contagious as ever

"Well? Can I and Will you?" Camilo said as he slowly calms down. You look at him with an amused and maybe disbelief smile. "Yes and Yes" You answered him happily being answered short after with Camilo attacking you with a tackle-hug. As both of your laughter echos through the peaceful sunset.

Wonder what weirdness awaits for both of you later on? Also- cant wait for your cake~

Author : First fic- Aye- I still have the Angst in the making because... procrastination.. ANYWAYS- Hope this one is good. I heard this sound on TikTok and went straight to writing.. Also at the first half You and Camilo were around 6 or 7 and then it fast forward to when you both are around 16-18.. and No they are not getting married right away- its a promise thing! They can still be Besties or Maybe Dating- so up to you guys on that one! Again Hope you enjoy- and pray I will finish the Angst-

[oddaodd]

· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

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“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime @babylooneytoonz @slytherinicequeen @lilymurphy03

[serendipity-by-chance]

okay so i did some research on bundesliga (the german football league) for fics im writing (istg fanfics take u to places u swore ud never go to bc why do i know so much about football now?)

anyways, so turns out !! the youngest age in the bundesliga that they allow is 16. also im assuming that kaiser is part of the senior team. TWO REASONS:

Kaiser is already very well known. while u can be well known as a youth player, kaiser being part of the new gen world xi makes me think that he already played in official matches.

If you remember from the second episode, it was mentioned how Sae was slated to join the senior team of Re Al, but couldn’t due to some paperwork issues and his passport expiring. Assuming that both Kaiser and Sae are around the same age 18/19, we can say that again, it’s likely that all the new gen xi player are already professionals. especially given that Kaiser already seemed to have an active fanbase.

One thing I find extremely funny is how Sae was able to join Re Al youth because minors who are non EU citizens cant join youth teams unless they prove that they have lived in EU for 5 years at least (and the reason cant be related to football lol). So Sae joining Re Al was unrealistic. Also these kids from Blue Lock joining the teams is also funny given that theyre all minors. Blue lock is so funny.

anyways my reason for sae being forced into another position also stems from the fact that sae can still score goals very well if he wants to (as we saw during the u20 match) so clearly he can if he wants to. but he doesnt. so it feels more like someone told him “ure not suited as a striker. play as a midfielder.” if u watch ao ashi u’ll know there’s a scene like this that happens with a character (shamelessly promoting ao ashi. its so good please).

Also a lot of people are like “Sae must have been defeated by Luna.” which i highly disagree with. I genuinely dont think Sae had much to do with Luna during his time in Re Al beyond playing with him a few times. Luna is 27 and Sae is 17/18 (he just turned 18). Sae joined Re Al 4 years ago when he was 13. Luna was 23 then, already a pro. So I dont think he had anything to do with Luna about his decision. Also if we remember, Luna seemed to have some high opinions on Sae. He’s an ass but he did tell Rin that he expected high quality from him given that he was Sae’s brother (sorry i dont remember the exact words. i havent watched/read that part in a while.)

Another option could be that Sae was similar to Hiori/Kurona and other characters in Blue Lock. In NEL we see there are many blue lock players who shed their roles of wanting to be strikers as long as it means they can play. Perhaps it was the similar for Sae. Perhaps there were strikers who were better than him that limited his chance to play. Perhaps he was desperate enough to be like “yk what i’ll do whatever it takes. Even if it means switching to midfielder.”

Lots of thoughts (sorry i have adhd)

Anyways, thinking more on the inaccuracy of blue lock when it comes to football, i wonder how much true they’ll keep to real football. this is me wondering what other teams are there that are bidding on the blue lock players. Similar to restrictions on foreign (non EU) minors, there’s also restrictions on how many foreign players are allowed on their roster. Which is a max of 4 i think. But there’s also like more bs so whatever. This makes me wonder how many of blue lock players got offers from other teams. Even the local J1 teams. I refuse to believe it’s only international teams going after these kids. Mind u the foreign player restriction applies everywhere in EU. So I refuse to believe that all these elite clubs will be bidding on all the kids when they could be bidding for more experienced foreign players. I’m thinking that those who get lower bids are from J1 teams.

(this is me begging the author to reveal who the other teams are so I dont have to scratch my brains on their names! This could have been easier if the author kept the og names of the team like they did in Ao Ashi. Alas.)

anyways im just rambling all over again lol.

as someone who reads both blue lock and ao ashi i cant help but look at the european youth teams and compare the two. not in a bad way but wondering how much of the ao ashi (which is clearly inspired by the real youth clubs in our world) is similar to the youth clubs in blue lock.

i consider kaiser and sae when i make this comparison. in ao ashi we delve into the spanish youth clubs (with the primary focus being barca youth) and it makes me wonder how kaiser is still considered a youth player if. or is he already in the senior team (is that properly clarified in the manga? all ik is the players are just the u20 players from bastard. so does that mean theyre not in the senior team yet?)

Also when it comes to Sae I wonder how much of the team had an influence on his decision to become a midfielder. We all know how important midfielders are. Especially one as highly skilled as Sae because the strikers can shine through their help. (Recently through the NEL it’s shown more as we see Charles, Ness and Hiori.) But also why did he become a midfielder? This point is where I think about Ao Ashi and the explanation of the clubs of La liga. how brutal the system of the youth academies are. In Ao Ashi when we see flashbacks through the eyes of Barca youths players we see the brutality of that system. Kinda like Blue Lock but the kids are even younger. WAY younger seeing that theyre thrown into this world at like 10/11. We also see how the coaches will easily change ur position without informing u. One day you’re a striker and the next day you’re a defender. It happens in the manga.

Which makes me wonder if that was what happened to Sae too? Whether it wasn’t his choice but more so he had to give up because the club gave him no choice.

When talking with Rin after his return, we can see that Sae looks pained. It doesn’t look like someone who gave up on being a forward. So it genuinely makes me wonder if the youth clubs of Blue Lock are similar to the ones in Ao Ashi with the clubs being truly that brutal and forcing players into playing positions they don’t want to.

Anyways i’m just rambling because i’m like why did he change his position?

[shadowiie]

Silver for the ask game !

One aspect I love about Silver is the dynamic between his determination and his cautiousness.

His choices tend to be a bit contradictory because of these two, opposing facets to himself. When he has a goal, he will stop at nothing to complete it, yelling at people to get "Out of my way!" and even willing to kill someone to accomplish a greater good. However, at the same time, he isn't blind to everything but his goal like Shadow is. When presented with doubt, he slows down and takes the time to ponder if his goal is really what he should be doing. Unlike both Sonic and Shadow, he's willing to take a step back and think before he acts. He's determined, willing to go to any length to save the future, but also cautious, willing to change his goal if "circumstances change."

Above all, he's compassionate. His goals, even when misguided, are for the sake of others, and what often leads him to rethink are because he cares about other people. Like Blaze, there's moments in canon where he's approached by the headstrong Amy and gets flustered.

One aspect I wish others understood about him is his pride. Just like Sonic, Shadow, and so many others, he's extremely prideful in his abilities. One of my favorite voice lines of his in 06 is his smug lil "I'll take care of all of you!"

There's a very popular interpretation of his personality amongst English-speaking audiences of him being a sweet, naive cinnamon roll. I'm fine with it being in noncanon sources, again I don't plan on controlling what others do in their free time, but somehow it still leaked it's way into canon with the English translation of Team Sonic Racing which 😒

The word "naive" that's so heavily used by Blaze in the English version isn't even fully there in the Japanese version of 06. It's somewhat there, when Blaze uses a more subtle play on words to imply it ("aoi harinezumi", which can be interpreted as both "blue hedgehog" as well as "naive hedgehog"), But that's not Blaze's final words for Silver at all.

Where was I going with this? Yeah Silver is pretty rude and prideful in canon (ESPECIALLY the Rivals games) which I find funny

One headcanon I have for this character is the headcanon that Silver is the only one who remembers 06. It makes sense, given his strong tie to the volatile future and the fact he later gains his own time travelling powers, but doesn't have any canon evidence to it. I just think it's fun, letting him be the only one who remembers Sonic dying, or the fact Silver can also go Super (seriously I don't think Silver has ever gone super within the reset timeline??? Do Sonic and Shadow even know he can)

Theres this one fic author I cant remember the name of but I have them in my bookmarks who's done a bunch of "what if" angst fics about this idea that I enjoy a lot.

One person I enjoy seeing them interact with is Sonic, actually. Their rivalry is pretty fun, especially because Silver's psychokinesis can kick Sonic's ass pretty hard. Because of how little games he's had to develop his relationship with him more, I still feel like there's still potential for expanding upon his dynamic with Sonic (as well as Shadow).

His interactions with Sonic in the first Rivals game was really fun, and are some of my favorite Silver moments. Because they were essentially strangers to one another and each was in the way of the other's goals, they were realllllly hostile towards one another in a way that was really funny. The Rivals games overall have a very competitive tone to it's writing, written by Takashi Iizuka (who also worked on S3&K and Nights into Dreams), and so every character in the game is incredibly hostile with one another, which is a delight to watch as someone who enjoys rivalry and conflict between characters.

I guess Sonic is also someone I wish had more moments in the games with Silver. Post 06 Sega gave up on Story based gameplay featuring multiple playable characters, and because of that Silver despite being a mainstay cast member hasn't had much development outside of 06, handheld, and spinoff games. There's still enough Sonic and Silver moments that I can appreciate what's there, but I always feel like there's room for Silver's rivalries between Sonic and Shadow to grow in ways that could be really interesting!

It's not quite a headcanon, but I'm very curious about how Silver became friends with Blaze again after she's sealed in another dimension in 06, and he forgot about her as his teammate (or maybe he still remembers her, and now she's back from the dead with no memory of him).

How did they become friends again? Did it just naturally click because they were besties in a different life? It's a scenario I think about a lot. that and the scenario of him bumming around in Soleanna after the events of 06 because he got shunted into the present after all that with memories intact and is very good at surviving with very little.

[msmarvelwrites]

For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter. 

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills. 

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over. 

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else. 

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried. 

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face. 

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for. 

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either. 

You could, however, blame yourself. 

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand. 

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!” 

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks. 

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you. 

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background. 

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at- 

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you. 

“Y/n?” 

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before. 

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off,  “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.” 

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Here we go again, huh?”  You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose. 

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold. 

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in. 

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.” 

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity. 

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked. 

You just fit. 

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought. 

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?” 

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts. 

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say. 

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did. 

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver. 

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it. 

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience. 

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him. 

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil. 

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open. 

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat. 

“You didn't even call…” 

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did… 

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt. 

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his. 

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm. 

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.” 

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!” 

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car.  “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes. 

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze. 

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek. 

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough. 

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on. 

“Well, if you had just called me—” 

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt. 

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before. 

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he. 

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine. 

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips. 

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more. 

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped. 

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him. 

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.” 

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers. 

“Do you still love me like you did?”  He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice. 

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat. 

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you. 

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt. 

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix. 

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.  

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure. 

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core. 

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!” 

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck. 

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant. 

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

 “Doll, that was-” 

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?”