#this has been sitting in my drafts for a whole year lmao gotta do some cleaning

[pureseasalt]

Smell that girl in the summer air/ the bear, the bear and the maiden fair.

(The sydcarmy fairy tale AU that i probably will not write idk)

[go-ldy]

Riverdale 5x11

Riverdale is back and I have thoughts.

This was the most I've connected to Riverdale in a while? Not to be one of those people who only gets emotionally invested when the story is about my OTP but, well, I'm one of those people who only get invested when it's about my OTP. #shrug

Honestly post-time jump Riverdale has been kind of "whatever" for me so far. I mean, I like Betty and Veronica's new hair, and I'm into Betty's descent into darkness and Silence of the Lambs journey, and Varchie have been A+ cute but that's mostly it? There has been so much storyline committed to things I don't even remember! Like whatever is going on with Cheryl these days, who cares, end me. And everyone wants palladium? Help. 

But Betty teaming up with Tabitha and Jessica to search (badly) for Jughead?? I'm into THAT. I could watch an entire episode of those whacky hijinks. Plus Lili was SO funny and I love when they let her be funny, she has good comedic timing. Her face at "THE Betty Cooper" was hilarious.

ALSO HILARIOUS: Jessica! She played Betty and Tabitha so well! Doping your new friends with psychedelic mushrooms so you can steal your ex boyfriend's draft manuscript: a CLASSIC am I right.

Betty and Tabitha were SO GOOD together and it was nice to see two women interacting on this show kind of like friends?? I would prefer Betty and Veronica to be friends and have development or even remember each other’s mere existence but LMAO.

I am glad we finally got to hear THE voicemail although it was supremely rude. No wonder Betty and Jughead have basically felt like total strangers post time jump 😭😭😭. I am here for a journey, and now that we are finally getting to it with Bughead, I am more interested but jfc it has been a SLOG. And now I gotta sit through some Hiram backstory nobody asked for before we even get back to our regularly scheduled programming?? Give me strength.

Am I right to take away that there was some Bughead offscreen developments during the 7 years? if so please tell me more, like, immediately.  (The show won’t though will it. instead we get the Hiram backstory. Which you know all the writers feel very proud of and clever for. YYYY. We suffer so.)

Lol @ Jughead writing a whole book about Betty (at least I presume), leaving her that rude voicemail, and then hallucinating a reconciliation with her while high on mushrooms. I appreciate he has done zero moving on in seven years. That is the quality OTP content I still watch Riverdale for. give me more of that good shit, Riverdale, and less of, like... art forgery.

And in contrast, Betty has been operating on the assumption Jughead wants nothing to do with her :(((( which explains why she has been cold and distant :((. 

Jughead has always been the best person at supporting Betty in her darkest moments and I can't help but think we are going to see payoff along those lines before the end of the season.

[hiddennerdworld]

When You’re Close to Me w/ Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings: some tears from characters, but still just a bunch of fluff

A/N: I love this song so much. (Go listen to it now). I feel like I didn’t do it justice but whatever. This has been in my drafts forever. Idk how it turned out but here we go. Also ik it’s kinda long, don’t come after me lmao

Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream

Bakugou just started to stir awake, the sun slowly starting to beam in the window. His blurry vision came to focus on the digital clock next to him that said 5:45 AM. He sighed and flopped his spiky head back onto his pillow. He opened his eyes again slightly as he turned to face his partner next to him. God, he still can’t believe how lucky he is. Every morning he gets a little wave of relief when he sees you by his side. He’s got a little smile on his face as he holds back from just cupping your cheek and pecking you on the forehead to tell you how much he loves you. But he thinks you’re so cute and peaceful when you sleep and knows you need rest otherwise you’ll be a little brat. Instead he wraps his arm around you, closes his eyes, and hopes he falls back asleep as his mind still focuses on you.

Well, you can’t get what you want, but you can get me. So let’s set out to sea.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby. I couldn’t get out of it. They needed all the help they could get.” Bakugou pleaded to you while holding your hands in his. It was your 3 year anniversary and he had to cancel your plans for the evening due to a villain attack downtown.

You sniffled and looked towards the ground, limply holding his hands back. “I understand. I knew what this was going to be like, being with a hero. It’s just hard sometimes you know? I miss the days where we would spend all day together. We would go to class together, eat lunch together, visit each other’s dorms whenever we wanted. I miss you, Katsuki.”

He pulled you into a hug where he ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face into his chest. “I know. I miss you so much. Being a hero is amazing, but it’s damn exhausting, especially not having you there with me. I love you, Y/N.” He said softly as he kissed the top of your head and then rested his chin on it.

“I love you too, ‘Suki. We’ll figure things out.”

“Of course, we will. We always do. You and I are a pretty kickass team if I do say so myself.”

“Huh, you really think so?” You looked up to meet his gaze. He just nodded and hummed in reply. “Well, I do too.” You then pulled him into a sweet kiss. Something you guys had done a thousand times, but it still brought butterflies to your stomach every time. You guys remained in each other’s arms for a bit longer, just swaying slightly despite the quiet.

“You know, I may have a way to bring back the old days.” Bakugou said breaking the silence.

You looked up at him. “Oh yea? Do tell, pretty boy.”

“Well..” he cleared his throat and continued in a low tone, “I was thinking maybe we could move in together. Like when we lived in the dorms, but with no Aizawa on our backs. It’s not perfect but at least I’ll get to see my beautiful idiot more often” You thought for a few seconds just staring into space. “Nevermind, it was stu-“.

“It’s perfect.” You kissed him again. “I would love that, babe.”

“Tch- well yea, of course you would it was a great idea.” He said with a shit-eating grin on his face after getting an ego boost from you agreeing with him. You just rolled your eyes back. “I would too, though.”

Cause you are my medicine when you’re close to me. When you’re close to me

Katsuki had no idea where he was. He was lying down on a bed, staring at the stark white ceiling as his vision began to clear. When he finally regained consciousness, he jolted up realizing he didn’t know was was going on. Then, you got up from your chair that was beside him in order to calm him down. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his side. He winced and quickly put his hand on the wound.

“Oof, honey. I was trying to prevent you from doing that. Are you okay?” You said as you softly rubbed his arm.

He listened and lied back facing toward you this time. In a low, gruff voice he responded, “Yeah, I’m fine. Where the hell are we?”

“We’re in Recovery Girl’s office. After training today you ended up getting pretty beat up and passing out.”

It was all coming back to him. It was him versus Deku. One of their last days at UA and everyone was going all out. The two were moving quickly, jumping around each other trying to dodge and land hits. Eventually they started to wear down, but you know them, they will never stop. So after a while, Midoriya was able to use a little more than 10% of One for All, causing Bakugou to crash into a wall and fall to the ground. It wasn’t over yet though. He stumbled back up while doing his signature yelling. He was setting off explosions to fly up to his opponent and land a huge hit, but midway he just passed out and ended up falling on the concrete.

“Oh, yea I remember now. THAT FUCKING DEKU!! I’M GONNA MAKE HIM PAY!!” He yelled while trying to get out of bed. You then had to get up and set him back down.

“No, no, no. Katsuki, you can’t do anything right now. You need to just relax.” You said softly while pushing him back down by his shoulders.

“But I can’t lose to him! No fucking way!” He was still attempting to get up.

“You have to let it go, Suki.” You sat back down next to him and held his hands in yours. “I understand you wanting to get even, but you can’t right now. You’ve already gone way too far today.” You take a deep breath and continue, “You’ve been worrying me. Recently you’ve exhausted yourself so many times just in training alone. I get we’re close to graduating, but you need to relax, take it easy. Exerting so much energy in an emergency, I understand, but you’re just fighting ‘stupid’ Deku. You’re not going to be doing much hero work if you’re always in the hospital.” You sighed and put your head down, “I’m sorry, Suki. I just hate seeing you hurt.”

He knew what you meant. A couple months ago you were also injured badly and had to stay in the hospital for a few days after fighting a tough villain during your internship. He could barely take it. He couldn’t do anything except be by your side. All he wanted was to see you back to being the badass you usually are.

He sat up and rubbed his thumbs on your knuckles as you continued to hold hands. “Don’t worry about me, dumbass,” he said at almost a whisper, showing how ‘dumbass’ is just his way of saying he loves you. “I can take care of myself just fine…. But as much as I hate to admit it, I know you’re right.” He said with a smug grin which didn’t go away after you hit his shoulder. “Jeez, babe I’m just kidding. Point is you’re right. I can’t just go in ready to kill some people. I need to be smart about it. I need to be able to prove myself.”

“But you already have proven yourself. In more ways than one. You can show how great you are using methods that aren’t beating the shit out of Izuku, you know?”

“But those ways aren’t as fun.” You ended up slapping him on the shoulder again as he almost died laughing.

“Can you just promise me that you won’t end up in the nurses office again?”

“Alright, I’ll try my best.” He pulled you over and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Thanks for putting up with me. I love you.”

“I love you too, even though you give me migraines.”

And surprisingly Bakugou kept up his promise, saving himself a whole lot of pain and saving yourself a whole lot of stress.

Just looking out for the day when you’re close to me.

The heat was rising as the your second year of UA was coming to a close. For the last half of the year Bakugou was slowly accepting his feelings for you and couldn’t hold back any longer. Somehow he tolerated you more than all the other extras. Hell, he even liked spending time with you and would go out of his way to do so. He didn’t want to spend the summer without you, but he didn’t know how to approach the situation. He couldn’t risk looking soft, but then again he “doesn’t care” what other extras think. It was a position he’d never been in before and he didn’t know how to handle it.

You were in the same boat. You may have had crushes before, but not like this, and definitely not like Bakugou. It didn’t take much to notice that he was somewhat nicer to you. He did schoolwork with you and didn’t smack you upside the head. He started choosing you as his partner more often in training. And never exploded when he got he annoyed with you. Maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him? You didn’t want to take things the wrong way and upset him. He was so predictably unpredictable. A literal ticking bomb, but somehow he was a lovable one.

The two of you were becoming unbearable. Your friends had all been planning to get together before summer break anyway, so they decided to do some meddling.

You had just joined the Bakusquad in the common room waiting to have some fun. You and Bakugou were sitting next to each other on the couch while Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima all were chilling on the floor around the coffee table. Meanwhile, Mina was nowhere to be found.

“Ugh! Where the hell is stupid Pinkie?! I wanna get this shit over with?”

“We love you too, Kacchan.” Kaminari replies and you can head Bakugou growl next to you and you try not to laugh. “I’m sure she’ll be here any sec. She had to grab something for the super special thing she planned.” He said while wiggling his eyebrows and Bakugou just rolled his eyes. Kirishima then kicked Kaminari and whisper-yelled “Dude!” Then he turned back to you guys and said with a nervous smile, “What he means is that Mina wanted this to be the perfect hang out before we have to go back home, so she has some stuff for us.”

“I sure do!” Mina yelled as she burst in the room with her arms up.

“tch- finally” Bakugou mumbled under his breath.

“We just gotta set up and then we can do the super special thing. Sero and Kirishima wanna help me grab some stuff from the kitchen? And then the rest of you can you check to make sure we have enough room in my dorm? Great!” She gave no one time to respond and everyone just got up and followed suit.

“Wait can I use the bathroom first?! I totally gotta take a whiz!” Kaminari whined.

“Yea, just hurry up! I wouldn’t want you to miss anything! Y/N and Bakugou we’ll all meet you up there in a sec!”

Sero, Kirishima, and Mina shuffled into the kitchen while Human Pikachu bolted (lol) to the bathroom. You and Bakugou weren’t as frantic as the others but you still went with it.

When you both arrived you found Mina’s room to be totally clean. “OI, PINKIE YOU’RE RO-!” Bakugou was on the way his way out but then you saw a flash of yellow and the door slamming on Bakugou’s face.

“What the-?” Bakugou tried to turned the handle but it didn’t budge. “I SWEAR IF YOUR PLAN WAS TO PRANK US IM GONNA BURN YOUR DUMBASSES ALL TO HELL!! NOW LET US OUT!!” He banged on the door, still attempting to get out, but all he heard back was some snickers and the sound of something being put in front of the door. The Pomeranian, now angered, was still aimlessly attacking the door until he heard you sigh and flop on the bed.

Sprawled out with your hands covering your face you muttered, “Ugh, I’m sorry.”

Bakugou stopped and turned around to face you being the most confused you’ve ever seen him, “Wait... you knew about this!” He started stomping over.

You quickly sat up anticipating something to happen. “No, no I didn’t. I just.. I think I know what this is about. I think this is all because of something I said to Mina.”

You move your eyes around the room afraid to make contact with the ruby eyes of the man standing above you.

“And what’s that?”

You sigh and fidget with your fingers, “Well, I may as well say it because I don’t think we’ll get out of here otherwise. I like you, Bakugou. I have for a bit now and didn’t know what to do. So I asked Mina, and this is definitely not how I wanted to handle it so I’m sorry and-“ you were interrupted by Bakugou tilting your head up which was staring at the floor while you rambled. He quickly leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You sat there wide-eyed. Not that it wasn’t good (it was), you were just thinking holy shit, my crush is on my face right now.

“Shit, I’m sorry I should’ve asked first. I just wanted to stop you because you don’t need to apologize. And I’m pretty sure you know this now but I like you too I guess. I don’t find you as annoying as I probably should. I haven’t for a while now.” He now was stood back up with a blush spread across his face and his one hand in this pocket with the other one rubbing the back of his neck. You stand up next to him and place your arms on his shoulders.

You giggle and say, “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. I was just surprised because I didn’t expect it from you. I actually think we should do it again.”

“Really?” He looked up as you nodded in response while biting your lip. You both then leaned in and kissed each other once more. It was definitely not as awkward as the first one. The kiss was sweet and passionate. When Bakugou feels something, he feels it wholeheartedly and it was evident in the way he was kissing you. He treated you as if you were an illusion that could shatter at any moment and he wasn’t going to take any of his time with you for granted.

You were suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door, “YOU LOVEBIRDS DONE IN THERE YET?!!! I ACTUALLY WANTED TO DO STUFF TONIGHT!!” Mina yelled through the door.

When you’re close to me

Bakugou woke up again but this time due to you booping his nose. “Good morning, Sunshine.” You whispered as you placed a kiss where had previously booped him. He just groaned and looked over to see the clock reading 8:30 AM. When he looked back your head was on his chest while you held onto him. He smiled a bit and pulled you in closer.

“Can we just stay like this all day, babe?” He said with his cheek pressed on the top of your head.

“Did I hear that correctly? Katsuki Bakugou said he wanted to stay in bed?! I must be dreaming still.”

“Tch, you’re such an idiot.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. “I love you though, you know that right?”

“Enough to help me make us some breakfast in bed?” You looked up at him with puppy eyes. He just sighed loudly and started to dramatically get out of bed. You soon followed and caught up to give him a hug as he grabbed stuff from the fridge. “I love you too, ‘Suki.”

[sugas-sweetheart]

Any Daichi hcs? Just smthn soft n fluffy 🥺🥺🥺

Of course, for you 🥺

First requested hc - just some fluffy Daichi stuff which basically turned into a dating daichi/meeting his family I guess? My askbox/inbox is open so send a request for a headcanon if you’d like to! I run out of ideas fairly quickly lmao and I don’t do nsfw bc yeah I ain’t comfortable writing that lmao. I have 2 other things in my drafts atm not that I’ve started writing them properly just concept/ideas for them atm. Anyway, enjoy!

Fluffy Daichi hc feat. meeting his family

I don’t know why, but I see him as like the love struck puppy sorta type

Like, he’s mature and responsible but around his s/o? Complete softy. And I can bet he’ll get teased about it by Suga, but as volleyball parents™️ he tells him to shush.

“I can fit the whole world in my hands, daichi~”

“Honey, stop that, please. I’m a captain I have a reputation to uphold”

^ would call his s/o honey and you can’t change my mind

“It’s cold... could we cuddle?” “Of course, honey”

Okay I’m sorry daichi saying honey is my new favourite thing

Just let this man hOld you

Sitting on a sofa together and you get all sleepy and just lay down on his legs/thighs and no words will be spoken and he’ll just have a hand resting across you and one running through your hair gently

Mindlessly play or hold the hand that’s resting on you, please do it for this man, he likes the way your hands fits with his

If during your high school years you also went to Karasuno, he would definitely walk you home whenever he wasn’t at practice and you’d watch him practice some days just to be able to spend more time with him

Walking home together in the rain and you don’t have a coat or umbrella and he’s just kinda like “I told you to bring something” so he gives you his team jacket and you share an umbrella and it’s just a very cute sight overall.

You’d go to as many of his games as possible, loving the determination he has to get as far as possible with the other third years, especially, in their final year.

When he dies I’m- nope, too emotional let’s move on

He bakes bread now. Don’t question it. And he teaches you how to make different breads as a cute, indoor date for when it’s raining or, as it’s still kind of happening now, lockdown. The mess you would inevitably make would put him off but, the fun you’d have would make it worth it and he loves seeing you smile so you’ll make time to clean up afterwards anyway.

He’ll instruct you on what to do with his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him, and he’ll rest his head on your shoulder/head (dependant on the height difference) and make sure you don’t mess anything up.

So it’s implied in some New Years art from 2018 that he has a younger brother and sister,

And once you two have been on a few dates and things are official and going well, you gotta meet the family at some point y’know

He’ll start off with his siblings and you’ll be there to help babysit, although he is definitely capable he just wanted to see you and let them meet you

They’ll l o v e you. Probably becuase Daichi does and would’ve slipped random things in about you before to his family

“Daichi your s/o is pretty/handsome...”, He’ll just laugh a little and respond with “I agree, they really are”

Cue you blushing at him and his little siblings quietly gushing and giggling about you from a few feet away while you get drinks

But he sees you all getting along and his heart will just combust. that’s all he needs. On top of him loving you and adoring every moment with you, you get along with his siblings? yes, he’ll love you even more. If that’s possible

Once the immediate family has been met, (you’re loved by parents and siblings by the way) he will invite you to a family gathering. And this man would be the older cousin that all the children of the family love and play with

Becuase volleyball dad™️ knows how to handle children and while the parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles etc all catch up, he will occupy the little ones.

He’d probably be able to get the younger teens to join in their silly games as well becuase he knows how people around first year age can be, like Tsuki and Kags kinda type teens.

He’d be so sweet with children I can’t

While the grandparents and older relatives would like to get to know you “because Daichi’s never brought a s/o before”, he would stick close by until he feels you’re comfortable talking to them alone (As many times before entering the residence you had asked if you could turn back now. Claiming that you’ll “make a fool of yourself in front of his whole family”)

He’s pretty happy he completely ignored your claims becuase now you’re finishing up a nice conversation with some of his relatives about future plans and, of course, what you think of their Daichi

Stealing glances at each other every so often and seeing the younger kids tugging on his arms because he’s the one who could carry them around and do piggy backs and things like that

Like you know how little kids just kinda like to climb and hang off people’s arms, some of them would be like that with Daichi

Just love and hold this man please.

(After discussing fluffy things with daichi with a friend, I was able to get more content on this post and finish semi-happy with it,so ty to her for helping)

[youngbloodbuzz]

Questions 14 and 27 made me laugh because I think I already know the answers. 20 and 31 and I'm pushing my luck but 30.

lmfaoooo u right u right

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself too? Why or why not?

what's this word minumum that you speak of??

but actually though in the last multichapter project i had been working on my go-to word count per chapter was around 10k but uh...i still didn't really give myself a hardcap at all lmao

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

honestly? both in some way. i will definitely leave warnings for anything that could be possibly triggering, but also as you know, i don't particularly like spoiling things. so yes i'm willing to let things slide so people are aware what they're getting into specifically for them to remain safe.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

the collaboration process. a lot of the times i share my fic ideas with friends where we then spend a whole lot of time discussing how it can work and the lore and character beats, it's a lot of fun

also when a Line just comes out of nowhere and u gotta sit there for a minute like wait this fucks. just in general, being able to go back and read and enjoy my own work, because most of the time it's written for myself. i can't even tell you the amount of times i've read bhah

and also..........selfishly, feedback lmao

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

i really don't know, but i think atm dani because she's just...My Girl. i've spent a lot of time in her head these past nine months she's special. though i also do Love writing jamie even though it's not in her pov, she brings a lot of levity and it's truly so fun writing her yearning from afar

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

lskjagasdfg yKNOW WHAT because of this i'm gonna share something that isn't even bhah. here have some of my first draft unpublished supercorp fic i've been working on for years and that only one person i know cares about lmfao

Lena can't help the fond look that she knows crosses her face. “I want you to ask me things,” she says, surprising herself to find that she genuinely means it. “Please.”

Kara's eyes widen briefly until she blooms with a slow smile, eager and anxious at the same time. “Okay,” she exhales and shuffles again, slightly closer and frowns, as if she were wracking her brain for a question, making Lena breathe out a chuckle. “Now that I know that I can ask a question, I have no idea what even to ask.”

“What's the first thing that comes to mind?” Lena leads.

Kara's gaze wanders away in her pondering, seeming to mindlessly bite her lip for a moment until her eyes flicker back to Lena's. “Was that the first time?”

“That I ever walked?” Lena says with a teasing grin.

Kara blushes and rolls her eyes with an indulgent smile. “No, I mean. The first time in public?”

“Not necessarily,” Lena murmurs, fiddling with her watch. “I did so occasionally at school, but like that? In front of hundreds of people? That would be the first.”

There's a genuine sort of concern that darkens Kara's frown. “That must've been so...”

“Thrilling?” Lena offers with a sardonic quirk of her brow.

“Scary,” Kara seems to breath out.

Lena pauses, the blonde before her once again surprising her into a stunned silence as Kara frowns as if she's mentally reliving the moment in Lena's point of view. “It was,” Lena admits in a murmur, and when Kara finally meets her eyes again, she smiles so kindly that Lena's shoulders relax. “I had done so many seminar appearances at conventions prior to it, it was a requirement for the most part for my doctorate so I knew the material like the back of my hand, but while I had the experience of major science and health conventions under my belt, none of them were so mainstream as a TED Talk.”

[mychemicalaromanticism]

things ive already established r on this post

besties this got so fucking long but heres a giant ramble about cherri

okay so. there are huge differences betwn cherri as a hyperviolent drac hunter and cherri as a friend of the four and cherri as the girls mentor. with the first one he was 17 and desperate to distance himself from his upbringing so he went all in on Being A Killjoy. he was always one of the first ppl to rush into a fight and he fought hard. he blew up his fuckin hand with that attitude. and all the while he was just racking up more unaddressed trauma and eventually he ran away from that, too. giving himself radiation poisoning was more appealing than facing his problems.

so as a teenager/young adult hes kind of constantly in a panicked state. hes scared the people from his past are going to find him and drag him back with them. so he lashes out and he runs away over and over again.

i said in another post that he has some past life shit goin on which usually would give him a connection to the witch that manifests early in life, but with all the stuff hes gone through he has been Preoccupied. he can become oblivious to almost anything that doesnt apply to whatever hes focused on. not in a hyperfocus way its likeeeeee. when u live on survival mode during prolonged periods of stress. hes immune to magic bullshit bc hes too tired and scared.

anyways around his mid-20s he finally has a little more stability (as much as the average person living in the zones can have, that is) and he finally notices that Weird Stuff happens around him. basically: out of my list of Powers People Connected To The Witch Have he has the prophetic dreams/enhanced intuition as well as a form of sensing ghosts where he can see auras and kind of like, echoes of past events in ppls lives. that look like auras. itz complicated and not of utmost importance so im leaving it at that.

anyways thats what makes him start writing poetry. just 4 funsies he'll describe his weird experiences and embellish them to make em pretty. just as a casual hobby n all that.

he would forget fun ghoul in between the times they ran into each other but its pretty easy to be reminded of who fun ghoul is. the most insane 10 year old cherri has ever met. cherri isnt a brother figure to ghoul. hes just. his friend that happens to be more than twice his age. its whatever lmao

to cherri, ghoul is kinda like a stray animal he keeps seeing. which is hilarious. ghoul actually goes and finds him to introduce him to jet when they start running together, and cherri meets party and kobra (spark and birdie at the time) when he drives the four of them to a party. because he has a truck hell yeah. so now instead of one stray animal he has, like, a feral cat colony that he drives around occasionally. i have no real-life human relationship equivalent to them because irl if some guy that is not related to any of you and isnt even a childhood or family friend and theyre hanging out with you? they are usually not a safe person lmao. but this is my fantasy land and im too stubborn to change anyones birth years even though ghoul being born in 2004 makes everything really hard to make not creepy.

so yeah hes a casual somewhat friend of the fab four. hed probably get more and more concerned as they got famous. the beginnings of any sort of protective feelings, awww :) that sets him up for becoming the girls mentor.

OH FUCK. THE GIRL..... i think if i was in my late 20s and i heard that the gang of 13-17 year olds had adopted a 5 year old kid i would go bananas. what the fuck. it is a LONG while before cherri meets her. but he has the strongest affection for ghoul (if you could even call it that) and ghoul absolutely adores the girl and swings her around under her arms like a cat to show her off to cherri and its very endearing and the girl is sweet and funny so its easy to be around her. and (unfortunately) she is somewhat used to interacting with weird easily agitated people so she kinda gives him space. cherri isnt quite the uncle figure the fandom usually makes him (i luv uncle cherri sm but he simply cannot exist in the universe ive created, f), but hes a little similar.

and then the four had to go and pretend to die. lol.

when the girl was kidnapped, fucking everyone who knew her was ready to storm the city then and there. like regardless of how little you knew her, if you had ever met her you would fucking die for her. she is pure childish charisma and shes precious. i love the girl. so cherris immediately on board with whatever plan the four make to get her back. ive already talked abt how it fucked up the girl tho; there was no way to tell her that the four werent actually dead, she sees the building collapse and she shuts down. and cherri has to fight against his instinct to leave the radio station and never come back when he sees an eight year old girl sitting dissociated on the couch. that fucks everyone up.

i just realized i havent talked about literally anyone else at the radio station. i think cherri started lingering around the station bc it was safe and sheltered while also not being a popular spot. there are less kids there (people pass through but its not a hangout spot). he was kind of just hanging around to get away from the heat and noise and dr d took notice. because that man can see ur soul and no one knows if thats literal or not. so theyd chat a few times a day and show pony was the one 2 get him out of his shell a little and also was the first one he mentioned his poetry hobby to. im making this all up right now as im writing bc i dont know anything about LITERALLY any of the ppl associated w the radio like im not even going 2 try with chimp n newsie i do not have the willpower to tackle all that. justttt. cherri pony n D become bros and live 2gether there.

back 2 the regular timeline. the rescue mission happens in 2019. the girl lives at the station until 2023. during that time she is very much depressed and withdrawn and is only happy when the four come to visit. none of the Adults know how to help her so they just keep her safe and cared for and hope she'll open up to them.

she does not. she takes the weird cat thats been hanging around and she runs away.

cherri does not see her for three years. shes still worse for wear in the mental health department and he can see all kinds of visions of what shes been through since the last time he saw her and he fucking hates the ultra vs bc they remind him of his past. he does not want her going down that path but its obvious that she isnt crazy abt the ultraviolence thing either so thats a relief.

they have a kind of tense relationship throughout the comics. he feels like he failed her and that spirals into feeling like he failed the four for not being a good adult to them and fun ghoul for not helping enough when his commune was bombed and all kinds of shit and that irrational thinking mixed with plain old, yknow, caring about the girl, is what makes him take a bullet (laser. whatever) for her.

i was trying to figure out the timing of each of their ghost experiences, but i want both of them to talk to the witch and im just gonna make it like dreams where a whole buncha stuff happens but irl its been like seconds. so its like barely a second while the girl has her Witch Convo and cherri FINALLY gets a straight answer, yes there is weird shit going on with him having powers. he doesnt have any story-significant past lives because im lazy, hes just an old soul. like really fuckin old. the amount of latent life experience and stuff his soul/energy/whatever has picked up along the way makes him VERY noticeable to gods n stuff. he fuckin lights up all the alarms like what the FUCK is that over there. she wasnt rly able to get to him or even properly notice him while he was a kid and a young adult so shes happy to finally see him again. he has a STRONG sense of familiarity with her. they know each other on a wild ass level that he cant really comprehend.

welp thats some more lore I'll have 2 think abt. anywayz

post canon is when he and val get to have the most awkward spiderman meme moment of realizing that they have the same trauma SOOOOO thatz fun lol /s sorry kings i thought it would be fun to give u something fucked up to bond over <3

not much changes in his personality. he has a better understanding of Weird Magic and delights in freaking out the ultra vs but for the most part he returns to his life at the radio station. i love him

THIS GOT SO CRAZY LONG I DID NOT MEAN 2 GO THROUGH EVERY PART OF HIS LIFE LIKE SOME WEIRD CHARACTER STUDY but here we are. this is basically a first draft like almost all of this is subject to change but u gotta start somewhere. so heres my start i love this guy. its probably obvious but i have not read ANY twitterverse killjoys stuff </3 maybe i will someday idk

[drawlfoy]

Faux Diplomacy p.1

pairing: draco x femilvermornymugglebornslytherin(a mouthful i know)!reader

request: no, i’ve just always wanted to write this

warnings: explicit language, mentions of drinking, and most importantly, the reader has a moment where she thinks of inducing vomiting (not for a disorder but for a reason totally unrelated). if you’re sensitive to that then i suggest maybe skipping the part where she describes the slytherin boy dormitories. also, drink “spiking” (not date rape drugs though, just veritaserum)

summary: ilvermorny exchange fic during 6th year. reader is sorted into slytherin along with nearly all of the other exchange students. they realize they may be there for another reason than just for diplomacy when they discover that all of them are muggleborn. slow burn for draco...you’re supposed to hate him in the beginning.

a/n: i drafted this in the very beginning of summer without the intent of showing it to anyone, so this is a pretty large step in my writing journey. feel free to share your thoughts and feedback in the replies, i’m always here to hear them! more requests are coming soon and i’ll try and whip out another original idea once i slough through the requests i have right now. also: the best friend and the reader are going to be very affectionate, and i apologize if that’s not your thing. it’s just how i interact with my friends and i like to insert my favorite people in my stories, even when it isn’t very smooth. also if you’re wondering why i have so many fics based in 6th year it’s because i always found that to be the hottest year for draco lmao

music recs: i listened to a lot of lorde when i wrote this for some reason. i couldn’t tell you why but i did lol

word count: 2,038

“This is ridiculous.”

“What?”

I turned around to look at my roommate and best friend, Bella, who was sitting sprawled out on my bed and repeated the sentiment.

“This is ridiculous. My application status is still ‘review’, and everyone else already got their acceptance letter. Do you think it means they’re trying to find a nice way to reject me?”

Bella rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, with your grades and qualifications, they’d be a fool to not let you go. I got in. Hell, even Peter got in!”

Her comment made me crack a smile. Peter was in our year, sure, but a whole idiot. He was probably the lowest ranked person in Y/I/H. His parents were super loaded, though.

“Plus,” Bella added, “Hogwarts doesn’t have much experience with muggle electronics. I hear they switched to electric acceptances for foreign matters for efficiency purposes since they were so sick of losing owls over the Atlantic. They’re a bunch of old geezers that might still be looking for the send button on your acceptance email.”

“Wait.” Y/N froze as she saw something pop up in her inbox from Hogwarts’ administration. “I think they sent me something.”

Suddenly, the hot August air was more stifling than ever. Y/N had an urge to get up and open her window, but she couldn’t leave her laptop. Her eyes were glued to the email.

“You gonna open it, or...” 

“YES! Fine, I’ll do it.” Y/N’s hand clicked on the email and hid her face. Bella’s hands began prying her fingers away from her face. 

“You’ve gotta see it, Y/N. You’ve gotta look!”

Y/N allowed her hands to drop, peering at the screen in front of her. 

No way. No way.

It took her a minute to actually comprehend the words “Congratulations!” on the screen, but once she did, her entire body began vibrating with electricity.

“Oh my GOD!”

“We’re going to Hogwarts together!” Bella shrieked, jumping off Y/N’s bed and grabbing her. The two girls clung to each other while Bella spun them in circles until they fell on the bed with dizziness.

After the Hogwarts acceptance letter, Ilvermorny reached out to the students as well to detail their departure. The 16 students selected--a rather odd number, Y/N thought--were to meet on the Ilvermorny grounds at 6am on September 1st. Dumbledore himself had prepared 4 portkeys for the students and expected them to teleport to Hogwarts using them.

As far as Y/N was concerned, this day couldn’t come soon enough. It was time for her to get away from the loudness of America.

♥♥♥♥ 

The first thing Y/N saw was a very old witch standing in front of her small group of peers. She was wearing a traditional witch hat, something no one ever did back in America.

“Welcome, students.” Y/N was taken aback by just how delicate her voice was. She always forgot how diverse accents were in Europe. “I am Professor McGonagall. We are so pleased to have you joining us for this school year.” 

The elegant old lady fiddled with her eyeglasses before she continued.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it appears as though there won’t be enough time to sort each and every one of you. We do have a rather large group of first years and would prefer to keep things moving along.” 

Everyone groaned in unison. Who did this lady think she was, taking away their chances at being sorted by the infamous Sorting Hat?

“Thankfully,” she continued, “The head of the Slytherin house, Professor Snape, was gracious enough to take all of you in. It appears as though there are exactly 16 open beds in their dorm, so it works famously. I expect you all to behave yourselves and represent your country well so that we’ll consider taking exchange students next year. We have no qualms with sending students home who don’t follow the rules.”

Everyone nodded, nervously glancing around the group. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if people were going to be sent home, or if that was simply an empty threat.

“Well, come along then!”

McGonagall ushered the nervous group of witches and wizards across the courtyard and into a giant dining hall, much larger than the one Ilvermorny boasted.

As the students entered, the soft chatter that had filled the room faded away as the Hogwarts students examined the newcomers. Whispers replaced the chatter once they saw a magical display above them unfurl an american flag.

So much for getting away from that obnoxious American stereotype Y/N thought bitterly. What’s next, magical reenactments of the Vietnam War?

“Students,” McGonagall called. “Sit at the Slytherin table.”

A long but well kept fingernail motioned to the long table on the right side, filled with students wearing green.

“Good thing green looks great on both of us!” Bella whispered into Y/N’s ear. She giggled. 

“Yellow and red wash me out. We got lucky.”

Unfortunately for the girls, everyone else had gotten to the table first, leaving only two open seats open. When they saw who was across from them, they began to understand why they were the least desirable seats.

One platinum haired boy and a dark haired girl occupied the seats, both wearing disgusted looks. 

“Hello, I’m-” Y/N’s timid attempt at an introduction was cut short when the dark haired girl cut in.

“We know why you’re here.”

“Excuse me?” Bella looked ready to kill.

“She said,” the blond boy met Y/N’s eyes, “We know why you’re here.”

“Uh...yeah, the weather’s great this time of year.” Y/N tried to push for a laugh, but clearly it wasn’t coming.

“No, you idiot.” The girl raised one eyebrow. “Do you not know?”

“Well, whatever you think you know wasn’t deemed important enough to mention to US, so fuck off,” Bella answered.

“Jesus, Bella, we can at least be nice,” Y/N interjected. “Can you tell us? We probably already know, but sti-”

“No.” The blond boy looked slightly amused at our curiosity. “You’re right. It’s so important that of course you would know. Pansy and I are just playing with you. That’s all you mudbloods are good for, anyways.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. Blood purity discrimination? That shit was outlawed years ago in the US. If anyone even mentioned the term “muggleborn” in a less than positive light, they were blacklisted. 

“What did you just call us?”

“Perhaps you need to get your ears checked,” the girl shot back. “You heard him.”

Y/N sucked in a breath. She’d woken up at 5 for this. 

“So tell me, Pansy.” Y/N leaned over the table. “Was it an accident? Or were you just born with a pug face?”

The girl turned bright red but maintained her composure. 

“I’m sick of talking to you,” she finally said.

♥♥♥♥

“Oh, bitch, you got her!” Bella was cackling to Y/N in the privacy of her dorm room. “You were like, ‘do tell me’, and the second those words left your lips, I was like, oh no, here it comes...”

They both ugly laughed on the bed together until their sides hurt. 

“Blondie was kind of hot though,” Y/N admitted.

“Kind of. I guess, if you’re into racists.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not.” Y/N chucked a pillow at Bella/s head, just narrowly missing it and instead hitting her suitcase. 

A knock on their door sounded, stopping their shenanigans. Bella crept up to open it and saw Laurel, another girl from their year, with a few other kids.

“The Slytherins are throwing a welcome party for us in the common room,” Lucy informed them. “The nice ones are, at least.”

“There’s nice Slytherins?” Bella asked sarcastically. “Whatever. We’re in. Give us a minute to get dressed.”

Lucy nodded, shutting the door. Y/N could hear their footsteps walk away from their room.

The two rushed to get out of the sad looking sweats they were planning to sleep in, Y/N opting for a skirt and a short sleeved shirt. She’d always been a fan of old-fashioned plaid.

♥♥♥♥

Y/N did not get drunk. It was the unspoken rule between her and Bella: one of them drinks, the other one sips and plays the mom friend. Y/N was always the mom, something she didn’t mind that much, but at the welcome party, she indulged in two cups of firewhiskey. She held her liquor well anyways, and it wasn’t like anyone had to drive. 

A few hours had gone by when a Slytherin girl who introduced herself as Daphne Greengrass stood on a table and yelled, “Everyone, quiet!”

The music quieted a little and the chatter erased itself as the room waited on her words.

“In Slytherin tradition,” the Greengrass girl said, “We’re going to play a game of Truth or Dare. The Firewhiskey has been laced with Veritaserum, so if you’re choosing truth, beware! We’re playing around this table!”

With that, Daphne stepped down and all the Ilvermorny students stood frozen. Y/N couldn’t believe that the Slytherins spiked their drinks. She also couldn’t believe the fact that she accepted drinks from people she didn’t know, violating every bit of party safety rules her father had taught he. He’d be so disappointed.

Against her better judgement, Y/N allowed herself to be pulled to the table by a very intoxicated but very cheerful Bella. She managed a smile--she loved drunk Bella almost more than she loved normal Bella. She’d always heard that people became their true selves when they drank. If that was the case, Bella was the sunniest person to walk the earth.

Unfortunately for Y/N, she was sitting next to Daphne, who announced that the person to the right of her would spin the bottle to see who the question poser would be. That was Y/N.

She sighed, already deciding on asking for a dare. She wasn’t holding back any secrets, but she didn’t want to answer anything with a dumb or embarrassing detail of her life.Y/N spun the bottle, praying for it to land on Bella.

Nope.

When it stopped, she looked up to meet the eyes of the girl she insulted in the Dining Hall: Pansy.

“Well,” she drawled, a smirk forming on her face,”Truth? Or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hm.”

Y/N could nearly see the gears in her head turning to find the cruelest dare she could. Finally, her eyes light up and her smirk deepened.

“You know who I don’t see here?” 

“Who?”

“Draco,” she responded. Y/N noticed Daphne grimace next to her. “Go wake him up and get him to come out. Of course, he probably won’t come out. But you have to at least make a valiant effort.”

“Ok.” Y/N gulped. “Where is he?”

“I’m going to assume his room.” The Slytherins surrounding her chuckled. “But if you want specifics: last door on the right of the boy’s dormitories. Zabini will let you in. You can go now.”

Y/N stumbled off with the boy she assumed was Zabini. He opened the door for her, whispering the password under his breath and looking almost sorry for her. “Good luck.”

♥♥♥♥

The dormitories were exponentially cooler than the common room, and Y/N felt herself shiver at the sensation of the air on her bare skin. The stone walls and flooring made her feel as though she was in a dungeon, something she found to be an interesting choice for a house with so many wealthy students.

Y/N slowly crept towards the furthest door on the right, pondering her options. She could, of course, just come back and lie, saying he didn’t answer. Then she remembered the Veritaserum in her drink. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could get herself to throw it up, but her logical mind struck that idea down. The alcohol was already absorbed and she would have to explain to everyone why there was a pool of bile outside the door she was tasked to knock on. 

There was something else that was nagging at her, though, a morbid curiosity regarding what someone like him could be bothering himself with on a Friday night. If he wasn’t partying, was he sleeping? 

It simply didn’t add up.

Y/N knew what she had to do. She raised her hand to knock on the door.

[dumbchickwrites]

A Preference for Vodka.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Warnings: mentions of smut.

Summary: Reader is Pepper's niece (let's just say Pepper has a sibling whose partner is black okay) and she stays at the compound while her apartment is being renovated. The boys try to make a good impression but a certain redhead catches her eye — again.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for months lmao I don’t know why I’m only posting it now? Anyway, Natasha deserved better.

Please reblog and comment if you enjoy! <3

***

"Auntie Pep', it's really not a big deal, I could stay at a hotel," you tried to talk your aunt out of bringing you to the compound even though you were already there.

"For two weeks? That's nonsense, (Y/N). Come on," Pepper pushed the large glass door with her free arm, since the other one was pulling one of your large suitcases.

"Speaking of two weeks," Happy said from behind you. "Do you really need all that?"

Since you were very close to your aunt and basically like her daughter, you had spent countless hours with her at the office, or simply visiting her and Tony. Him, Happy and Rhodey were like your extended family.

"Yes, Happy. You know I like to be prepared, and I need shoes for every occasion," you smiled.

"Shoes? These are only your shoes?!" he pointed to the smallest of the suitcases he was pulling.

"No, this is my makeup, skin care and hair products."

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Sure you don't share blood with Tony instead?"

You and Pepper laughed at his remark, the sounds echoing in the empty hallway.

Happy and two staff members took your bags to your bedroom. You thanked Happy for his help and started following Pepper to where you were supposed to meet the team, or at least those who didn't know you.

The hallway emerged in what you remembered to be the common room of the compound. The place had changed a bit, it was much homey, less formal. The team had really made a home out of it.

Steve was in the kitchen with a brown haired man you didn't know who looked kind of rough, a man whose name you didn't remember and a tall fancy looking black man who looked vaguely familiar.

"(Y/N)!" Steve exclaimed, the three men he was with turning their heads to follow his gaze. You mentally frowned at his tone. He was weirdly excited to see you. "It's been a long time."

"Hi Steve," you hugged him briefly. "It's been a minute, yeah. How have you been?"

"Good, good. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks."

Your small talk was interrupted by Pepper. Taking your hand, she brought you closer to the three unknown men.

"So this is Bucky," she pointed to the brunette. You noticed he had an arm made of metal and it struck you. He was the Winter Soldier, the man who allegedly bombed the UN the year before. You almost took a step back before realizing that if he was here now, it meant that he was not dangerous. "He's a friend of Steve's. This is Sam," that was the man whose name you didn't remember.

"How you doin'?" Sam smiled. "You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." You gave him a tight lipped smile, acknowledging his compliment.

"Sam, cut it out," Steve intervened.

"What? A man can't tell a girl she's pretty?"

"Alright," Pepper cleared her throat. "And finally this is King T'Challa. T'Challa is the King of Wakanda, he's in town for a conference and he came by to say hello. You're flying back tomorrow right, T'Challa?"

"I might extend my trip for a few days," the King answered, stroking his beard and keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

You heard someone kiss their teeth and you looked at a corner of the room to find a bald dark skinned woman, shaking her head. Her big brown eyes giving a stern look to the King.

"That's Okoye. She's my general."

"Nice to meet you," you smiled at Okoye, who smiled back. "All," you added after a beat, looking at the three men. "I'm (Y/N), Pepper's—"

"Niece, we know," Sam interrupted you. "She told us you'd come. Welcome. Mi casa es tu casa," he spread his arms with a big smile.

"Well I gotta go back to the office," Pepper sighed. "Steve will show you to your room," she pulled you in a tight hug and kissed your cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too, Ninya."

Pepper smiled at the nickname. When you were a toddler, you couldn't pronounce Virginia correctly, which resulted in you calling her "Ninya".

You watched Pepper walk away until you couldn't see her anymore. You suddenly felt a little uncomfortable under Sam, Bucky, T'Challa and Steve's gazes.

"So, uh, Steve... where's my room?"

"Uhh, yeah, right. Your room. Follow me."

Shooting one last smile at the three men, you followed Steve through the building. He told you that your room was between his and Natasha's. The mention of her name caused your heart rate to speed up a little.

"I—Is she here?" you asked.

You'd had the biggest crush on Natasha since... since she was undercover as Pepper's assistant back in 2010. It had been seven whole years, yet you never said anything. It's not like you didn't want to, you just saw months and years pass by and every time you wanted to confess your feelings, you were scared to be too deep in the friend zone. You flirted with her, sometimes. A little flirty remark here and there, but that was more like a game, nothing serious.

"No," Steve shook his head and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "She's on a mission with Clint. She should be back tomorrow or the day after that though," he stopped in front of a grey door with your name on it. "Tony wanted you to feel at home."

"It's very nice of him. I'll call him to say thank you," you smiled. "Thanks Steve."

"Dinner will be ready soon, I'll call you."

"Sounds good, see you later."

*

Natasha arrived in two days later in the middle of the night. You'd forgotten to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to enable Do Not Disturb mode so you heard her footsteps in the hallway, the sound of keys jingling and her cursing when she dropped them and when Steve stepped out to ask if she was alright. She sounded exhausted. The tone of her voice made your mind wander. You wanted to run her a hot bath, bathe her while telling her she did a good job, patch her up a little, then cuddle her under the covers.

Of course, none of that was possible. So you just rolled over in bed, turned your pillow over so that you could lay on the cold side and fell asleep once again as the moon cast a pale light on your brown skin through the large windows.

When you sleepily stumbled in the kitchen next morning, the whole team was there except Tony. A casual brouhaha animated the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately looked for Natasha. She was cutting up some fruit on a wooden cutting board next to the coffee pot, her hair in a messy bun with a few strands framing her face. Her features were relaxed, as if she just hadn't returned from a mission. Aside from the few bruises on her arms and legs, she looked fine. She looked amazing.

"Are you gonna grab something to eat or are you just gonna stand there?" Natasha asked without looking up from her bananas.

You felt your face heat up. If you were lighter, you'd definitely be as red as the strawberries in her bowl.

"Sorry," your lips curved up in a lopsided smile. "I guess it's been a while since I saw you," you said, grabbing a mug from the designated cupboard.

The rest of the team hadn't noticed you yet.

With your mug in hand, you walked towards the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup. You slid your flask out of your sweater pocket and started pouring the content in your hot beverage.

"Uhh, sweetheart," Sam spoke from behind you, leaning on the central isle. "You sure you don't want some chocolaccino with that coffee?"

"Oh my God," Bucky groaned. "Dude, stop talking," he turned towards you. "Please ignore him. Good morning."

"Morning," you sealed your flask and put it back in your pocket. "And no, Sam," you added, blowing the steam off and looking Natasha in the eye. "I have a preference for vodka."

Thank God, none of them really understood the meaning of your remark, except the person it was aimed at. Natasha smirked, peering at you through her long lashes.

"You sure it's not a little too much for you?" she asked.

"I'm sure I can handle it," you smiled before taking a sip of your coffee.

Sam gagged at the sight, imagining the taste on his tongue but what he didn't know was that your flask actually contained agave syrup. You just carried it around in a flask because it looked cool.

"What the hell is chocolaccino anyway?" you enquired, your nose scrunched up.

"That is all this gloriousness in front of you, baby," Sam pointed at himself. "And you can have a taste of it anytime."

"Man, that only works with half drunk girls," Bucky spoke low enough so that only Sam, you and Nat could hear him, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Now you're just embarrassing yourself."

*

Standing in the hallway in front of the large windows, you observed Natasha as she stretched her limbs out before going on a run. She'd asked you to braid her hair back before going outside. There had been no conversation, no flirty remarks, just her sitting between your legs while your fingers worked on her fiery locks.

"Why don't you just talk to her?"

You jumped, a hand clutching your chest, startled by the voice coming from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky, hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants with his hair pulled back in a bun, just standing there.

You frowned, your nose scrunched up in a cute way. "Why don't you mind your own business?" you countered.

He shrugged and your features relaxed.

For some weird reason, you trusted Bucky. You'd only known the man for a week and you were already thinking about telling him the entire story of your life. He just had this calm aura, the kind you only found in your home. You started to understand why Steve loved him so much and was willing to break the Avengers for him. He was one of a kind.

You mentally chuckled at your thoughts. You hadn't even had a real conversation with him yet and you were almost calling him your best friend.

Bucky came closer to stand next to you, his metal arm glistening under the filtered rays of sunshine.

"I'm just afraid," you muttered under your breath, which he heard anyway, enhanced hearing and all.

"She's human too, you know."

"I know... Wait, if you know I'm gay, why do you let the other boys come at me all the time?" you asked, genuinely confused.

"Why do you?"

"It’s funny to see them try," it was your turn to shrug.

"Same."

You both stayed silent for a minute or two. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, though. Natasha had went off a few minutes ago already. Now, it was just you and Bucky looking at the landscape, or a couple of Quinjets being taken care of.

"How do you even tell someone that you've had feelings for them for seven years? I mean, how do you know how they're going to react? If they'll reject you?" you ask, looking at Bucky.

"You don't," Bucky kept his gaze on something outside. "You just take the fall and hope they catch you."

He started walking back to where he came from when you called him. He swiftly turned around on the white tiles with the help of his black socks with little red falcon symbols on them.

"If I was straight, I'd definitely make a move on you," you smiled.

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. "Who says I'm straight, doll?" he said, then kept walking, leaving you to pick up your jaw from the floor.

*

The kitchen was quiet at this hour of the night. You woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep, so you'd decided to make yourself a cup of chamomile tea and read a little to help you go back to sleep.

"Didn't think I'd find you here this late."

"You people have got to stop scaring me like that!" you hissed, a hand on your racing heart.

Natasha chuckled. "Sorry, didn't mean to," she opened the cupboard where they kept the dry goods like biscuits and got a box of cookies. "I like to think the calories are asleep at night too."

She sat next to you and tore open the first packet of the box.

"What's up? Can't sleep?" she enquired.

"That's right. How about you?"

"Me neither. I'm still a little jet lagged from my mission," she bit into a cookie.

"Was it bad?"

"Nah, it was very easy. We completed the assignment in under twelve hours, but we stayed for two more days for you know, I little sightseeing. We were in Egypt," she precised and you made an 'oh' face. "I thought it was hot over there but I come home and... it's like the middle of the Sahara, now," she said, her eyes scanning your bare legs, the action making you squirm in your chair.

You took a sip of your tea, hoping it would calm your nerves a little.

Maybe now was the right moment to say it. No one was there, it was just the two of you, eye to eye. You took a deep breath.

"Uh, Nat, I have to tell you something—"

"I know. Me too."

Your eyebrows knitted together. "You too what?"

"Let's just say that Natalie Rushman had a crush on you."

"You knew? And you felt the same? Why didn't you say anything?!" you asked, confusion written over your features.

"I guess I was scared of falling in love. It just seemed too perfect, you know. First, I get this team, this new family, then I fall in love with this perfect woman who has her shit together? I don't know, this seems like a dream to me, and I'm scared I'll wake up in that Red Room surrounded by people who only see me as a weapon," she started toying with a strand of her hair.

Her words almost took your breath away. You didn't even know what to say. The only words your memory chose to hold on too were still replaying in your head.

"You... You're in love with me?" you felt your eyes welling up.

"Yes. Yes, I am. At first it was just a crush, but when you arrived at that party two years ago, glowing like a damn sunshine, I knew I had feelings deeper than friendship for you," she grabbed one of your hands. "But then Ultron happened and—"

"—And I went to Johannesburg...," you lowered your eyes. Was that blood or ketchup on the floor?

"And you went to Johannesburg," she nodded. "Why didn't you ever say anything, though?"

"I was scared of the truth, I guess."

She rose from her chair, lacing her fingers with yours. Your breath hitched as she got closer, the tip of her nose almost touching yours. Her smell, oh, her smell. You could spend a lifetime of smelling her scent. Her shampoo was probably melon or something like that, but her skin smelled like a mixture of essential oils, vanilla and something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Does the truth scare you now?" she said, her lips grazing yours.

That was all it took for you to kiss her. You wanted to kiss her like there was no tomorrow and take her on that table but you had to behave yourself. Instead, your lips started a slow dance with hers as you tasted the chocolate from her cookies on her tongue. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you held her close by the waist, one of your hands caressing up and down her back.

"You were wrong, by the way," you stated when the kiss broke. She frowned at you. "I don't have my shit together, and I sure as hell ain't perfect. No one is. But I believe we can be the best versions of ourselves together. And you will never, ever, go back to that awful place. I— I love you, Natasha."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

"Well goddamn, ladies, I expected you to be fucking each other's brains out by now!"

"What the hell are you doing here, Barnes?" Natasha took a tiny step back to be able to look at Bucky while still being in your arms. It was the best feeling ever, by the way. Finally being able to feel her.

"How long have you even been here, Bucky?" you added.

"Oh, don't mind me. I only heard what you," he walked towards the fridge, pointing index finger at you. "Said about being the best versions of ourselves and blah blah blah, then the I love you's of course, so cute, by the way. Don't think I've heard Natasha say that before," he closed the fridge door with his foot, jar of jam and butter in hand.

You and Natasha rolled your eyes in sync.

"Wanna go cuddle?" Nat offered you.

"You mean fuck," Bucky pointed a butter knife at her. "Don't forget to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep it silent!" he called after you two as you walked towards Natasha's bedroom. "Ah, girls..." he sighed, starting to butter slices of bread.

*

Like every morning, everyone was in the kitchen, making small talk. Okoye was actually in the gym, and Tony dropped by to say hello.

He gave you a fatherly hug and kissed your cheek.

"How's my big girl doing?" he took off his glasses.

"She's doing okay, thank you. How are you, Tony?" you smiled at him. "Want a cup of coffee?"

"No, thanks, I've got my juice with me. I'm fine, sweetheart, better actually now that I've seen your beautiful smile. You talked to your aunt yet?"

"About what?"

"The people in charge of renovating your place called, said there's a leak or something, gonna take a while to fix," he said, checking the screen next to the fridge to do God knows what.

"Oh, no," you heard Nat from behind you. She faked a pout, which made you roll your eyes to fake annoyance. Her hair was still wild from the night you'd spent together, she looked tired but you could see the glow on her face.

"A leak? What kind of leak?"

"I don't know, my thing is tech, okay, not plumbing or whatever. Are those pancakes?" he took a seat a the breakfast table.

Nat came to lean on the counter next to you.

"So, looks like you're going to be stuck with us for a while," she smirked.

"If by that you mean having your thighs clench around my head again, then I definitely don't mind," you giggled.

You heard a crash and looked towards the source. Steve stood there, broken glass at his feet, shock painted all over his features as his eyes went back and forth between you and Nat. You both laughed at his face.

T'Challa, who absolutely did not give a damn nor heard what you’d just said, joined you on your side of the counter to get a coffee refill. He then stood on your left as he spoke softly.

"Tell me, (Y/N), what's your favourite cuisine? I would love to take you to dinner to discover Wakandan food—"

"Hey, back the fuck off, kitty," in the blink of an eye, Nat had a knife at T'Challa's throat, ready to slice it.

The whole room fell silent as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

"She's mine," Natasha said through gritted teeth, making tingles erupt in your body. "If you ever come near her again I will rip your heart out of your chest and shove it up your ass," she spoke calmly, as if she was talking to a child. "Same goes for you and you," she pointed at Sam and Steve with the knife.

Bucky was hiding his smile behind his mug.

"Let's go, babe," Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen as you waved goodbye to the team. Only Bucky waved back with a large smile on his face.

Tony took the pancake hanging from his mouth and placed it on his plate.

"What the hell just happened?"

"The girl I've been dreaming about for two years is a damn lesbian," Sam slapped his tablecloth on the dark wood. "That's what happened."

[lexicals]

Fic writer meme! Tagged by @marywhal (Tyy)

Your name: Most ppl irl call me alex but I prefer lex for on here, just feels nicer. It's my cool internet persona name

Fandoms you write for: Taz balance and taz balance only lmao

Where you post: Actual fics only ever go up on ao3, I'll post hcs and scattered thoughts on here but I like to keep actual stories separate

Most popular oneshot: Uhh fuck without looking at the kudos counts I'm gonna say probably either meet the family or heart and soul (After looking at the stats: I was right but heart and soul just squeaks in for most popular)

Most popular multi chapter story: Oh definitely echo lmao but I'm not surprised or mad abt it, I definitely consider it my best fic

Favorite story you’ve written: Probably unsurprising given the last response but it's gotta be an echo, an answer. Coming into it already having tried out a multichapter meant that I was starting to get my footing with the whole extended narrative thing and now I've got a process that works for me and it's produced a story I'm p proud of o:

Story you were nervous to post: I'm nervous to post everything lmao but off the top of my head, very nervous about putting up my first ever fic which y'know, makes sense lol. These days I'm getting increasingly nervous (and excited! But also nervous) about putting out these last few finale chapters for echo but I'm trying to stay positive abt it and not doubt myself and listen to the kind people who are telling me it's gonna be great :v

How do you choose titles: I just kinda let my brain run wild for a bit honestly. I think about pre-existing phrases and specific words that fit the general area and then just throw down variations on those until I find something that captures the imagery and themes I'm looking for. For echo this meant a lot of playing around with words related to sound and music, and ideas like loneliness versus empathy. Other times it's just a twist on an idiom lol (see man's worst friend)

Do you outline: Kiiiiiinda? I never sit down and write out a point-by-point plot but I do write a very bare bones draft with things like key dialogue and description just to nail down what order things are going in and what scenes I definitely want to hit, outside of that there's room for spontaneity and things definitely still do get cut and moved around as well as added to. Honestly my whole process is just me continuously editing and redrafting that first set of notes lol

How many of your stories are complete? ......Is this including oneshots? If it's not including oneshots the answer is none lol. If it is including oneshots the answer is 11

How many of your stories are in progress? Lmao published and in progress is 3, if we include wips that I have that may or may not ever see the light of day though it's more like 16, which is actually less than I thought it was gonna be lmao

Coming soon: Gonna finish echo, put up my post-canon and au oneshots for it, and then figure out whether I wanna put the effort into finishing off hearts,, still very torn on whether I want to finish that bc I do have a lot of it written but..... :/ (After that though practical magic au maybe)

Do you accept prompts? I don't rly have time to actually Write additional stuff for prompts unfortunately, as fun as it sounds to do them, that said though if ppl send hcs I'm always very happy to bounce around some related ideas/scenarios even if it's not written out in full!!

That said again, I do have a 4k-ish au-au oneshot in the works that came into existence bc of an ask a very kind person sent my way about how mira and taako seem like they would get along, so if it sparks inspiration then y'know, fics just happen sometimes

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write? I feel like that practical magic au has the potential to be a lot of fun once I start properly thinking about it. Also the soulmate au I've been meaning to get to for years now bc it contains some fun "I'm totally in love with you but you absolutely cannot find out about it" shenanigans that could be hilarious

Tagging: Idk how many of you have already been tagged but I'm gonna go for @kravkalackin @desiree-harding-fic @inkedinserendipity and anyone else who writes and wants to do a fun meme!!

[sqsupernova]

Author Post — KizuRai

We sat down with @kizurai to talk about Rain World, their process, and their Supernova adventure!

What inspired your story?

Listen. I was stuck in traffic on my way home from work one day, and it was pouring rain – as it does in Seattle, or anywhere near the northwest – and I thought to myself, “What if- but rain?”

No, but seriously though, I really was stuck in traffic and I wondered what would happen if rain could eat through materials. I would’ve been just stuck there, with nowhere to go and just melted there. Which is, okay, it’s morbid but I mean I wrote a post-apoc, what did you expect?

That and also I took inspiration from this indie game called <i>Rain World</i> (where I got the title if you couldn’t tell) and it… honestly there’s almost zero resemblance but I loved the concept of lizard monsters and the pressure of the rain killing you and having to run shelter to shelter. Like I said, kinda resembles my fic but not really?

Anyway, my fic is not frightening I swear!

How do you form your stories? Do you outline beforehand or write by the seat of your pants? Do you write linearly or out of order?

Outline? hAHA I tried, I honestly did try considering that was one of the requirements for the first draft: to at least have an outline written out (although it's a little more than that, be sure to read the rules lol). So I did write one, but then I threw that right out the window when I started writing because these ridiculous characters just don’t like to stick to script.

What I did do was write a bunch of random blurbs and facts about the world (which I never ended up using) and drew out some concept art and some floor plans, because I'm nothing if not a thorough game developer LOL

I also cannot for the life of me write out of order. If I do I just end up throwing it out even though I like it; I end up not being able to fit it anywhere.

So yes, I write linearly (not by choice) and write at the seat of my non-pants (because I hate wearing pants) and I just sit there, staring at a blank google doc until inspiration hits, or lightning strikes, whichever one comes first, and I just write and force myself to write and I keep writing until the stupid thing is done.

What in your fic are you most proud of?

Um, that it’s done? I’m still surprised I completed something, surprised I even managed 74k of words, like was I possessed?

Serious answer though, I wrote like up to chapter 9 and realized I didn’t add in any relationship stuff and Emma and Regina’s relationship went from 0 to 100 in a chapter. So I had to go back and sprinkle their relationship here and there. I guess that’s probably what I am most proud of, lmao, that I managed to make swanqueen for a swanqueen fic lol

Oh, and also making everyone hate me because of my fic. That is a joy.

Is there anything you'd change now?

Serious talk, which means this part is uninteresting but:

The thing is, we’re always changing, we’re always moving forward in one way or another, our minds are in constant movement. Therefore, whenever I look back on my old stuff I always get caught up in “god, that’s awful, why did I write that?” or “maybe I could’ve done better” and I’m sure I could if I spend the time to do so but why?

It’s done, if I’m really upset about something I should change then I’ll write a new story and do better because we grow with experience and each story writers churn out is like gaining experience points, eventually we’ll level up and maybe gain an extra skill.

The point I’m trying to get at is that, sure, there are plenty things I would love to change – burn the whole thing in a fire if I could (believe me I wanted to a couple of times) – but instead of looking back I’m going to look forward and make something better than the last. 

How do you deal with writers' block?

So I follow Emily Andras on twitter and she mentioned something that I took to heart; she said something along the lines of ”writer's block is for amateurs” and I got confused and a little angry at first but let me say, I think I get it. Even though I do get writers block and I’m screaming at my screen hoping for something to happen, I wonder what professional writers do when they’re on a deadline?

I think they power through.

And even if you think what you’re writing is terrible and it might never make it into the final copy, it’s still something, it’s still words on a page and sometimes just writing something might spark something. That’s basically what I did, I kept powering through even though I hated every second of it, but I managed to get it done on time (early actually because I remembered the deadline day wrong, but let’s not talk about that) and it’s done. Period.

Also, deadlines. Those help a lot.

Was this Supernova experience different than your typical writing experience?

As mentioned above I really think the deadlines helped me. I’ve always been kinda the ‘goal-orientated but lazy otherwise’ type so on my own I’m pretty much whatever and I have a billion WIPs but forcing myself to write and do daily sprints really helped. There’s also a bunch of other writers facing the same thing as me so we can all suffer together.

Any advice to other writers who might want to write a longfic, or participate in Supernova next year?

You know what, don’t listen to all the other authors telling you outlines are the key LOL sure, go ahead and write one if that helps you, but really you gotta find the process that works for you. It’s a little bit like education, everyone learns differently, everyone has a different way of doing things.

Oh but, yeah, listen to me on that ‘forcing yourself to write’ thing, you might hate yourself, or you might hate me while doing it – most likely me but whatever – but just get words on a page.

Also, don’t be so anxious about sharing your work. Your fic is not representative of your self-worth. Don’t write because you want validation or have everyone praise you. Write because you enjoy it and get happy if even one person reads your fic and loves it because these things tend to turn out like a popularity contest and a lot of new writers get lost in the crowd (I mean, like 6-8 things will pop out daily so unless you have a following already, people may or may not leave you until a lot later) so

1) Don’t be upset if you don’t receive any comments until a month (or 5) later 2) Be happy you finished something! Look at what you’ve accomplished rather than focus on the extraordinarily high expectations you’ve put on yourself 3) Have fun

That’s it for me on advice. #fluffwriter signing out.

You can read Rain World on AO3, along with KizuRai’s other works! And don’t forget to feed the author!

[tamago-hoe]

Out Tonight - Langst Oneshot

Based off the song Out Tonight from RENT so this has been lurking in my drafts for a while, and i’ve finally decided to post it lmao

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of self-harm

When Keith walked into the observation deck unable to fall asleep; he wasn’t expecting this.

“Lance?”

Said boy swivelled around, a goofy, lopsided grin gracing his features. “Keef! My man!” He hiccuped, wobbling his way towards the other Paladin. “Wassup?” Keith eyed the bottle in Lance’s hand, flicking back up to the boy who had since slung an arm around Keith’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Loosen up man!” Okay, Lance may be a goofball, but not to this extent. “Have a drink!” He offered the bottle, Keith scrutinising the label written in Altean.

“What is this? Where did you find it?”

“I... Don’t know! It tastes gross but after a while it doesn’t matter! I mean, I feel great!” He cheered, snatching the bottle back and taking a long swig.

It dawned on Keith that it was not simple juice or water. Keith was no genius, but Lance was acting drunk, so whatever was in there had some sort of alcoholic substance or properties.

“Lance, you need to stop, it could be poisonous!” Raising his voice for some sort of authority, Keith reached for the bottle, only for Lance to step back, cradling it in his arms.

“Boo, you’re no fun.” Lance pouted, his reflexes pretty quick considering he was not in his normal state of mind. “Let me have my fun!”

“Lance, that’s probably some type of alcohol, meaning it’s illegal to drink until you’re 21!”

“In England you can drink at 18!”

“You’re not English.”

“We’re in space Keef, who’s gonna stop me? There’s no police and the aliens don’t know about the age of drinking.” Lance gestures to the stars scattered across the dark sky through the large window. “Do they even have laws? And I don’t even know how old I am anymore, when was my birthday? What day is it? Ah well, let’s say it’s today and I’m turning 21. Cheers!” And another swig.

“You - You’re right.” Keith admitted, slumping down in his seat. “Hey Lance, pass us some.” Lance skipped over, happily handing the bottle to Keith. Smirking victoriously, Keith jumped away, “Ha! Now you can’t drink more!”

“Sorry, I drank it all!” Lance laughed hysterically as Keith tipped the bottle upside down, not even a single drop falling out.

“What the hell Lance?! We’re going to the medical wing now.” Keith grabbed Lance’s arm, only for Lance to pull away. “Lance?”

“What’s the time? It’s gotta be close to midnight...”

“Probably? Why does it matter? Lance, you could be dying-“

Lance snorted mockingly, “Dying? Sounds dangerous. But I don’t want to die right now.”

“Then we need to-“

“Right now I want to put on tight shorts and flirt with a stranger.” Keith spluttered in shock at Lance’s blunt confession. “I want to be the cause of a fight, you know? I want danger!” Lance spun too quickly, Keith rushing to help him stand somewhat upright without falling.

“You’re already dangerous enough, and isn’t possibly being poisoned enough danger?”

“I don’t want “possible”, I need definite! Life’s too short!” Lance whined, pushing Keith away and throwing his arms up. “I want to go out tonight!” He decided firmly.

“No Lance. Where would we go anyway?” Keith sighed heavily wondering how he ended up like this, following after Lance as he meandered through the pristine corridors.

“I know a place, where this chick can dance in the rain!” Lance sung, suddenly turning on his heel, pressing a finger to Keith’s chest, looking up through naturally long lashes. “We won’t need money, I always get in for free. You can get in too, if you get in with me.”

Lance was going to be the death of Keith, his whole face flushing an intense red. “That’s not the issue!” He snarled, flustered, Keith pushing Lance away this time, folding his arms across his chest.

“I have to go out tonight Keef!” Lance stressed, voice taut and whiny as he clung onto the Red Paladin, “Lets run away! We’ll be back by the time the sun rises!”

“There is no sun.” Keith pointed out, though Lance was unaffected by Keith’s statement.

“Take me out tonight! Keeeeeef!” Said male jutted his chin the other way as Lance practically threw himself on Keith, lips curled in a pout. “Let’s go out tonight! I have to go out tonight!”

Keith sighed heavily, “Why do you HAVE to go out?”

For the first time that night, Lance fell silent for a moment.

“Can’t sleep in a quiet ship, it’s too far from home. I miss when the Spanish babies cry.” He mumbled, his eyes downcast, clouded with an unreadable emotion.

Keith was quite happy in space, he had his Mother and Shiro and he loved being a Paladin. He found out a part of who he was- something he never would’ve found out on Earth. He could finally put his skills into use, and helping people at the same time. He was saving the universe- that was cool to him. He was pretty content. He belonged in space. He didn’t miss Earth at all- what did Earth have that the rest of the universe and space didn’t?

On the other hand, Lance was homesick. Much so. Being in a quiet ship in the middle of undiscovered space was quite the change from his usual noisy household in a town where he could always find something to do. In space there was nothing quite like Earth’s rain; no nightclubs, no pubs, and Lance’s home was no where in sight. The tree’s on the planets were never as green as Earth’s, the flowers never smelt as sweet, the food never tasted as warm. Most of all the people. There was no one who could quite replace the familiar faces he missed dearly.

Keith rested a hand on Lance’s shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. “Lance, I had no clue-“

“So let’s find a bar, so dark we forget who we are!” Lance cleared his throat, grinning widely as he gripped Keith’s hand, not letting the tears welling in his eyes fall just yet. “So the scars from never’s and maybes die!” Holding Keith’s hand, a single clear thread fell down his cheek as he sent Keith a closed eye smile, pulling him down the corridors.

“Lance...” Scars? Their precious skin-care obsessed blue paladin has scars? -That was what he was implying anyway. How little did they know about him?

“I have to go out tonight.” Lance repeated, the same six words he’d been saying since Keith had found him and the empty bottle. “Just take me out, please take me out tonight.” Lance’s bouncing steps turned to solemn sole dragging, pleading to Keith with tears freely falling as his smile wavered and wobbled, his composure crumbling beneath Keith’s feet.

“Lance, for now let’s get you checked out.” Keith reassured the boy, tugging him towards the medical wing. Question could wait until after.

“Don’t forsake me..!” Lance begged fruitlessly, “Just take me out tonight!”

The pair slumped to the floor, Keith’s arms wrapping firmly around Lance’s trembling body. “Not tonight Lance. I promise that we will go out. Once you reach 21 we can get drunk in a bar together and be night owls and roam the streets. That’s not a never or maybe- it will happen.”

“Will I reach 21?” Lance sniffled.

“Of course.”

“Don’t make empty promises Keef.” Lance giggled, snuggling into the crook of Keith’s neck, Keith’s cheeks heating up as Lance’s breath tickled his skin. “You’re sweet.”

“Can’t say the same about you.” With Lance in his arms, Keith made his way to the medical wing, realising they’d ended up at the air lock. Was that planned? Just what was Lance thinking?

“Don’t care. No time for sweet delusions. I live how I please.”

Keith rolled his eyes. Even drunk Lance was arrogant. “What the about others in your life?”

“Living every day like it’s the last; of course I’m considerate to others the same way. We’re all in the same boat. Or castle-ship actually.” Lance drawled, a feeling of dread haunted Keith. Still, he did nothing as Lance continued running his drunken mouth off, “We could die any day, so we gotta live for tonight! If it’s not by Galra, my body will kill me first! That’s why I love danger! No going back! I get to control when I die, I choose to risk it! I don’t want regrets when I do die. Living on the edge is thrilling!”

“We won’t let you die Lance, not at the hands of Galra or anyone else.” Keith huffed. Huh, so Lance was both a flirty drunk and an emotional drunk.

“Even from myself?”

“What do you mean? Why are we even talking about this?” Finally the pair arrived at the medical wing, Keith paging Coran then taking a seat next to Lance, who was laying on the bed, being surprisingly compliant considering his earlier behaviour. “Doesn’t it get tiring?”

“Yeah. It does.” Lance breathed, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m really tired Keef.”

“No Lance, stay awake.” Keith said sternly, adjusting the bed to a sitting position to hopefully keep Lance awake. “You have to stay awake. Talk to me, about anything.”

“Did you know I have CHD? I haven’t needed meds in years now.”

Keith’s heart stopped. “W - What?” He uttered, eyes blown wide as Lance casually assessed his nails. “Doesn’t that mean you’re getting better?”

“Keef.” The way Lance drew out his name made his heart melt and twist painfully all at once in his chest. “They gave up. I was meant to have surgery. It means my body is giving up on me. It means it’s stopped trying.”

“That...” Keith went from stunned silence to quick-fire questions, brows furrowing in confusion and disbelief. “ When? Why? How? Why didn’t you tell us? We could do something about it! Why wait until now?! What about the surgery?!”

“Doesn’t mean I’m giving up. I’m just trying not to ignore the inevitable.” Lance shrugged halfheartedly, shaking his head with his eyes closed and arms folded across his chest, “I was meant to have the bypass a month after we left Earth. I was unstable. Still am I guess.”

“No... No no no, Lance, you will make it. We just need to program the pod-“

“It’s fiiiiine Keef.” Lance groaned, blocking his ears childishly. “Didn’t want it anyway. I don’t want no balloon or - or something in my chest.”

“For God’s sakes Lance! Why didn’t you say something?! We’re not letting you die!” Keith didn’t realise he’d been crying until Lance wiped away the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Don’t cry Keef.” Lance’s offered a cheesy grin, “I know you won’t let me die, so I’m letting me die.”

“That doesn’t even make sense idiot.” Keith scoffed, letting Lance play with his hair. Lance was still here. He wasn’t gone yet. He would take Lance to the pub and watch him dance in the rain and purr like a cat when he was drunk for some odd reason. Lance would live. Keith promised it.

[kemuele]

MUNDAY.

GENERAL

Name: Nugget Birthday: March 8th Sexual Orientation: Pan Dad’s Name: Bob? School Status: Starting college in fall.

YES/NO

Drink?: No Smoke?: No Eat cake?: Sometimes! Believe in True Love?: Not really? There’s never going to be a 100% soulmate or person to compliment your own positive traits/flaws, imo. Afraid of the dark?: A smidge, but that’s only if the silhouette from clothes hanging up or whatever has a vague human shape. x) Cat person: Cats give me life.

FAVORITES

Shampoo: Tea tree oil, hands down. Curls are easier to manage with it and my scalp isn’t a ski resort. So, I count that as a win-win! Disney song: Brother Bear soundtrack.  Actress: Gal Gadot, Zoe Saldana, Rosario Dawson, and Gwyneth Paltrow at the moment? Car: I like Hondas, as they haven’t really failed me yet lmao. If I could ever afford it, a camero would be a fun idea.  Person: In my own life? Probably my old neighbor. He was a retired teacher/principal and let me cat sit for him as he and his wife traveled the world. Gave me good advice and felt like a true home to me. I miss living near him, sometimes. Such a good soul and positive role model in my high school life! Type of Weather: Overcast with cool winds. Alternatively, sunny 70-80 degrees with a cold breeze!  Color: Blue, though I’m starting to lean towards darker or less saturated tones of purple. 90s Sitcom: I don’t have one, sorry!

QUESTIONS

What is your special talent/skill as a roleplayer? Description. I like to have my characters show their emotions through their actions or how they carry themselves, in comparison to out-right saying it. Of course there’s times where the dialogue needs that, which is fine. But I like to spend my time describing how my character is behaving and reacting to the thread, or setting the scene with description as a whole. It’s a problem, sometimes x) 

What is your favorite type of roleplay genre, and why? I really enjoy hurt/comfort plots, but also friendships. I like to explore the flaws and caveats of our characters and bring them into the limelight, make it emphasized that they are far from perfect and there’s still things to improve upon. I think it’s nice to try and have characters help each other when their flaws come to the surface. 

Why did you pick your muse? I wanted to try something different and supernatural genre is my gig. I try to make it seem “realistic” in the sense that angels aren’t just humans with wings on their backs or halo-esque crowns on their heads. They can be atypical in appearance and monsters in how they’re viewed. I originally had my character in just his standard/true form, seen on my blog’s background. It’s fun playing a weird creature with eyes on his wings and scales along his arms/legs as well as stomach. 

If you could write any other muse - but know you don’t have the muse for him/her - who would it be? Uhhh. I’d have to go with some SPN muses like Garth or Sheriff Donna. MCU wise, I’d gotta say Foggy Nelson, Connie, Misty Knight, Pietro, and maybe Killmonger? 

What is one thing you think you need to work on for a partner? Activity, I guess? I have depression and been diagnosed with severely low vitamin D twice this year, so that hinders on my ability to pump the drafts out and be a consistent presence on here. I’m making an effort to be better about it, plus high doses of the D is somewhat helping. Californian native moving up to Oregon is like taking a plant and putting it in a dark, barely lit cave. x) 

What would be your warning label to other roleplayers? I’m awkward at talking but I love to communicate more with you muns! Also, I may get inspired to make art of our characters based upon threads or memes. 

What is your favorite episode/scene of your muse? N/A! 

What crack!ships do you have for your muse? None, at the moment, as I’m still trying to flesh this guy out and get more interactions going.

What is your senpai blog for someone who plays the same muse as you? I got none, sorry my b.

tagged by: taken from @waywardfeathered tagging: dashhh

[robertdowneyjjr]

au where jack plays football and bitty’s still a hockey player

in the form of my chat with @brandnewfashion bc honestly i’m way too lazy to reformat this.

(interspersed with random mentions of cornbread and the preds v pens game)

kayytx

anyway so

i was thinking last night before i fall asleep

as i often do

au where jack plays football and bitty plays hockey

brandnewfashion

niiiiiiiiice

kayytx

jack decided to go for football bc he wanted to get away from the whole hockey prodigy thing

brandnewfashion

very nice

kayytx

his plan was to go to some school in canada, maybe western ontario or something, and play a few years in the cfl if he gets drafted

but he ended up getting a scholarship for samwell

bitty's still bitty. same story etc etc

kayytx

and when he and jack meet they HATE EACH OTHER

well no

bitty hates jack

bc he thinks jack is just another dumb football player and he's already had enough bad experiences with those guys in high school thank u very much

brandnewfashion

ok but who on the smh is in hockey and who's on football

kayytx

honestly i didn't think about that part

but i was thinking

bc in this au jack didn't od

so their age difference is only like two years

brandnewfashion

i'm just curious in terms of team dynamics

kayytx

i kinda want the falcs to be the football players

and this is another one of those bitty-doesn't-know-how-hot-he-is au's

jack has the biggest fucking crush on bitty

brandnewfashion

um honey

i'm pretty sure bitty not knowing he's hot is canon

but carry on lmao

kayytx

HAHAHAHAHA

OK TRUE

FAIR ENOUGH

but u get what i'm saying

brandnewfashion

yes

kayytx

like just imagine them meeting in the caf one day and at first bitty's super charmed by jack

but then he sees jack go sit with the football team

and he's like

OH. WELL THEN.

brandnewfashion

LOL

kayytx

MOVING ON.

but from that moment on jack's just smitten

except for some reason since then every time he sees bitty, bitty's just??? super cold??? why??????

he thought they had a pretty good first meeting

and even shittier is

when coach calls, he'd occasionally mention to bitty how he's been keeping up with both the smh and samwell's football team

hazards of the job, you know?

and wow that zimmermann kid looks pretty good this season

bitty's like omg coach please stfu

brandnewfashion

this is really random but i want corn bread :(

kayytx

meanwhile jack's on the phone with bad bob and he's talking about how he MIGHT be taking an interest in hockey again for REASONS

lmfao that's so random

anyway bob knows jack and he's like, "oh pls jack, spit it out, who's the boy"

brandnewfashion

LOL

kayytx

and jack spills and he ends the story with "HE'S SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE??? AND CLEARLY HE KNOWS IT BC HE'S SO COLD, PAPA. SO COLD"

brandnewfashion

YAY HORNQVIST

kayytx

no matter tho, jack starts going to as many hockey games as possible

and he's bitty's biggest puck bunnyu

brandnewfashion

bahahhahaha

kayytx

his whole team teases him for it but they also really want to help him date bitty but bitty's just...so cold....to all of them

and they just don't understand

brandnewfashion

pls tell me rans and holster step in

kayytx

football team: but we aren't the lax bros????

lmfao yes they do

brandnewfashion

NICE

kayytx

holster's been badgering bitty about winter screw bc he really wants his favorite frog to enjoy his first college dance

and eventually bitty lets it slip that he may have a thing for a tall blue eyed football captain but that doesn't matter bc all football dudes are the same and they're the worst and that's why he got the fuck outta georgia in the first place

and rans and holster are at the kitchen table listening to bitty rant and they look at each other like

bro

BRO

BROOOOOOO

rans is friends with jack bc canadians

loopholes and shit

brandnewfashion

he should be science bros with tater or something hahaha

kayytx

HAHAHAH omg that could work

brandnewfashion

and tater's like

"I HAVE FRIEND WHO IS CANADIAN TOO"

kayytx

backstory: ransom and tater were lab partners for a class and they had to do this really dumb experiment with potatoes and genius struck ransom like the canadian scientists he always references and that's how he nicknamed tater

brandnewfashion

LOL

awww fehr's in the sin bin

kayytx

tater: i like this nickname. is much better than "mushy mashy"

ransom: bro u gotta quit the football team they don't respect u

brandnewfashion

bahahhahaha

kayytx

tater: mama always told me to play hockey because am russian. but i wanted to, how you say? be out of the box

brandnewfashion

awwwwwwwww

kayytx

lmfao anyway so ransom like, vaults over several hedges to get to the football house

idk why he won't just use the sidewalks like a normal person but he got excited and his brain stopped functioning properly

brandnewfashion

~dramatic effect

kayytx

and he slams open the door and he's like

ZIMMERMANN IS MY FAVORITE FROG ERIC BITTY BITS BITTLE THE GUY YOU'RE ALWAYS YAMMERING ON ABOUT BC BOY DO I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU

jack isn't even there

brandnewfashion

the nashville coach looks like he could be in the mafia

kayytx

he's in class. wtf ransom

brandnewfashion

lololol

kayytx

snowy pokes his head out from the living room and he's like, dude can u like, text him or something

brandnewfashion

but that'd be too easy

kayytx

ransom just goes up to jack's room to wait and somehow he finds a stuffed cat toy??? somewhere?? and puts it on his lap so he could stroke it for dramatic effect

jack comes home

brandnewfashion

maybe it's poots'

HORNQVIST!!!

lmao the commentator: "class horny goal"

that sounds so wrong

kayytx

rans: zimmermann. you come into my house, on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money jack: what the fuck justin

rans: idk man, holster texted this to me and told me to say it. anyway, we're setting you up for winter screw

so holster convinces bitty they've found someone perfect for him and he really shouldn't worry about it bc they

're bros and they only want whats best for him

ransom helps jack like, not be such an awkward weirdo

and gives jack the rundown on the Secret to Bitty's Heart Playbook he was compiling on the dl

(it's a spreadsheet obvi)

so the day of winter screw comes and bitty's nervous but he's all dressed up bc he's not gonna let something as stupid as nerves get in the way of him looking fab

brandnewfashion

oh my god??? sid just... idk what the fuck he just did but it was hot

kayytx

and jack shows up on the door with a bouquet of flours and a crate of cherries in the shape of a heart

brandnewfashion

dork

kayytx

umm the minute there's a gif or a video of that sid moment pls send it to me

BITTY MELTS but he needs to put up an act bc he's not gonna be all gushy RIGHT AWAY

so he """"grudgingly"" goes to winter screw with jack

but they have a ridiculously good time

and bitty's like, oh no he's NICE

jack walks bitty home afterwards and kisses him on the cheek bc he's a dweeb and they make plans to go to annies the next day

THEN THEY START DATING

brandnewfashion

omg omg

can bitty do that thing

jack kisses him on the cheek and bitty's like

"you missed"

kayytx

HAHA YES

but bitty's a lil shit so he makes jack wait until the next day

"guess you'll have to try harder tomorrow ;);)"

brandnewfashion

HA

get it bits

kayytx

jack dies

jack loves dying and being dead

brandnewfashion

oh gosh

and when they go home for winter break they cannot shut up about the each other

and their parents are like

"look we're really happy for u but u need to tone it down for the love of god"

kayytx

lmfaaoooo

except bob

bob is like

TELL ME MOAR

jack: pls never come to another parents weekend again and maybe not even my graduation oh my god u are so embarrassing

brandnewfashion

lmao parents weekend is gonna be such a shit show

bob and suzanne are gonna be trading stories all night and jack and bitty are gonna be holding onto each other for dear life in the corner, chugging their beers so they go away

long story short, jack and bitty eventually get together and bob and suzanne are both MENACES and the most embarrassing parents bc they just love their kids so much

**note: when i said “their age difference is only two years” i don’t mean bc jack didn’t OD they have a smaller age difference lol i meant in this au jack didn’t OD and their age difference is smaller lol sorry for the confusion but when i’m rambling on chat i don’t really pay attention to conjunctions and grammar and spelling and shit.