#this post made me sound pretentious as hell but what can i say

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Hey, I love your Junkan art! Just was wondering, you recommended VanadisValentine 's work, which I agree with as I love all their Junkan stuff... but I was wondering, do you have any other Junkan recommendations? Would love to hear them if you do! (Ps. I haven't finished your blood bag work but what I have read of it so far I'm loving!)

Why thankyou for this question! First off glad you like all of the Junkan stuff so far, it's been a labor of love (and obsession) that took 9 months but seeing all the positive reactions has made it all worth it! As for recommendations, I am happy to oblige. I'll admit I haven't read every single Junkan Fic there is, I have made it a habit to go on a crazy binge of as much Junkan as I can, I go through every single page on AO3 and read anything tagged as soft (along with anything that looks like it was worth the risk.)

Hell when it comes to Junkan fics I literally have the Junko/Mikan tag for AO3 bookmarked and right at the top of my screen so I can click anytime, and I'm sure I still have plenty of fics left to read whether it's on this site or somewhere else hidden deep within google search. So if anyone wants to go in the comments/reblogs and give recommendations or even shill their own stuff go right ahead!~

Be sure to remember these, they'll be on the test later (this is foreshadowing) So do allow me to give you the long list of fics to read when you're feeling the vibe

I've already recommended VanadisValentine's works in previous posts, however for the sake of a complete list I'll still put em here.

The Marvelous Makeover of Mikan Tsumiki - VanadisValentine (Absolute Classic, also just really fun to say)

Everything You've Ever Dreamed - VanadisValentine (Quite possibly one of my favorite Fanfics just in general)

Turn Out the Lights - VanadisValentine (More focused on the characters separated along with their thoughts on the relationship but it's a great fic for when you're in the mood)

When Am I Gonna Lose You? - VanadisValentine (An 18+ Fic just as a warning, but if you're old enough and looking for something in that field this is an amazing piece, even with all my skill in the field of drawing funny pictures I don't think I could depict anything near as beautiful as the descriptions featured here. Does that sound pretentious? Yes! But I know what I am lol.) Year of Love and Despair - VanadisValentine (Last one from her on this list, also ongoing! If you want a variety of stories of these two ranging from fluffy to dramatic to sometimes even saucy then this fic is the place for you. Genuine highlight of my year and has helped me get through the tougher days very often. You can also look and see my really excessively long comments on most of the chapters!~)

Living in a Crazy Parallel World - Yurikah (Fair warning, this one is very long, isn't 100% Junkan Focused, and is also unfinished with it's last update being awhile ago. That said I think if you can make peace with that going into it you'll be in for a very well written treat!~)

Soft (But Only for Her) - Kayleen756894 (When I first got into Junkan I had only read a small handful of fics from AO3, this was one of them and I went through it in a single night. Extremely fun experience that covers a wide variety of ideas for Junkan. Fluffy, Tragic, it's the whole nine yards. There's gotta be at least one story in this collection that will appeal to someone if they like this ship)

Smile - Kayleen756894 (Truly amazing, one of the all time Junkan Fics out there. It can be a very stressful read but oh so very worth it in my opinion. And for those who want a fic closer to canon in terms of character depictions while still being on the softer side I think this will satisfy heavily)

Hurt, Hold, Heal - Kayleen756894 (Do you like Junko helping Mikan through a Panic Attack? Do you like Junko trying to be a better person? Do you like Mikan helping Junko just as much as Junko helps her? Oh look it's the fic for you. The ending is really sweet too)

Tomorrow is Lonely - Kayleen756894 (Also 18+, arguably even more than the previous one on the list. Check the tags before you read and if that sounds like something you're into go for it. Me personally I gotta be in a very specific headspace first but when I do read it I enjoy myself, it's real cute and has a lot of great little character moments)

Protectors in Red - Kayleen756894 (Extremely good! Also features Mukuro! So if that's a selling point then I'm sure it'll vibe)

Forgive Me, My Beloved - Gloomy_snake (Significantly out of my normal comfort zone and definitely not what one would expect compared to the other fics here, but an enjoyable read. And if you like Doomed Yuri, it's got plenty packed in.)

Drowning - aparticularbandit (Extremely inspiring piece of writing featuring Alter Ego Junko instead of Original Recipe Junko!)

A Night for Two - TheGreatWave74 (Cute fic with the girlies at the pool)

what's better than this, girls havin fun - oxidize (A Chatfic! It might not give the same lasting impact as other fics on the list, however this was the fic that introduced me to the very idea of Soft Junkan, so I will always cherish it, and make sure to re-read it every now and again for the sentimental value)

Burning Lungs - oxidize (Another unfinished fic, I remember that put me off from reading it for awhile. However when I finally did I got pretty invested, which left the cliffhanger on the last chapter all the more stinging. Hope the author is doin' well! Anyway, great fic, might go a bit overboard on the darker aspects of Mikan and Junko's backstories so be warned, but even with that in mind I enjoyed myself and find myself imagining the potential turns it could have taken. And watching Junko's feelings slow burn into existence was really pleasant, especially as her dynamic with Mikan continues)

School Life of Mutual Loving - MarySutcliff (A Compilation of various fics from various ships, 3 of which are Soft Junkan. I've only read the first two, but if you enjoy them I imagine the third will do something for you, the first chapter also, as far as my research can tell, is the first instance of Soft Junkan.) First Chapter Second Chapter Third Chapter

Queen of the Convenience Store - Orphan_Account (The one where Junko and Mikan do weed. I actually quit weed and went cold turkey about a week or two ago, but I do still enjoy seeing girls kissing while being high. even if i can't remember if they kiss in this oops)

A DR Oneshot from an Orphan_Account (It features a Hot Topic, my inner 2000s kid has to recc it)

The Threshold - character_studious (A Bit Dark, but a pleasant read!)

The Whirlwind Fashionista - Kaz3313 (Cute lil Non-Despair AU fic featuring a very cool mall! The ending also gets a chuckle out of me)

No Regrets - wait i made that one (I wasn't going to put this here initially however as a small spoiler, Day 50 of this project is directly based on this fic. I'm super mixed on how it turned out but hey maybe someone'll like it)

And that's it for now! I may or may not be forgetting a decent amount of fics even among the ones I've read before. And there's plenty I haven't even seen yet, and plenty more to be made overtime I imagine.

Your mileage may vary with a lot of these fics, but hopefully you'll find one that itches your brain good like they itch mine. And if not then I recommend just hitting the Junkan Tag running and see what you can find! Take a few risks and maybe you'll find something surprising.

Have a wonderful day and remember to stay hydrated!~

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Albitch Ring Rant Post Part 2

Since I'm in a bad mood for whatever fucking reason, also Tumblr won't let me post Princess's ask, that's an actual cold hard truth, Imma do this instead 😁

And we already sound crazy already. So, let's drag this pretentious slut again, shall we..? Oh, and special thanks to 👸 for being bored, and once again bringing me stuff to fucking destroy this bitch with 🫶

So, remember when the timeline they made didn't make sense? Yeah, it'll continue to do so. Because her fan page posted this, four days ago.

Now, I don't really care what this bitch does, as long as she doesn't make Chris look bad, in which case... LEMME AT HER!!! But if this is July 2020... Chris ain't there with her at all. Considering he was with Lily James in London! Remember that? Seemed like forever ago 😅

So, if they're claiming something about the timeline in July 2020... They're fucking lying 🙄 again

Let's travel a little forward in time to yesterday 😁

So, we all saw Albitch rocking the dullest and most cheap ass ring you've ever seen, right? It gets worse much worse.

Justin LD(lyme diseased) posted a shit ton of pics with Albitch. And that ring honestly looks even duller and pathetic in those, more than anything.

And we all know Albitch and Chris have zero chemistry whatsoever, props goes to the top comment on the post because it's so true, and sparked my belief that the bitch is sleeping with Justin 🤭

And I honestly agree with the commenter at the top. They do look good together.

They both look equally perfectly AWFUL on the red carpet 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

WTF is with the head tilt?! It stopped being cute 3000 articles ago, Albitch! And this isn't a prom! Why do those two look like they're taking prom pics?!

And bonus, if you look at this photo of LD story, Albitch looks like a horror movie ghost who does the jumpscares

I see no difference 🤭🫣

Let's go back to the ring.

Someone posted on here a few weeks to months ago, that Chris was engaged during August...

See the problem with that timeline is that Albitch posted more pics with LD, and she was most definitely not wearing a ring then 👀

Jump back to the present.

Imma go back to her solo pics again. We've all seen them, no need to reiterate, see the thing is, for some reason, another fan page of hers got a more HD and clear photo of the ring...

How in the hell did they get that?! But not her Agency 👀

This is the part where I call two rings, and she used Photoshop again!

And can y'all stop saying that her ring is gold, it clearly fucking isn't!!! Unless y'all are colorblind that's white gold or silver!

Now, as for the two rings the one in the picture we saw is definitely not that one.

That ring still looks silver or white gold, but has a round stone with nothing surrounding it, and is dull compared to everything else she's wearing. Meanwhile the new pic, square stone, with stones on the band...

This is where I call BULLSHIT

Those two pictures look as different as Chris does in the Lisbon old-new photos! So, in conclusion, somebody photoshopped it in, and chose a completely different equally cheap ring, and made it shiny 😒

Seriously, this is getting tired, and I'm sorry but Albitch and her entourage of wannabe influencers should just quit.

No one will believe her because she's been lying from the get go. Aside from that, if she and Chris are real, it means she's been openly cheating on him since before they were ever official. And Chris flirts with women, and tells the whole world he's single, and looking for a serious partner.

Again, at this point, Dodger and the kids are the only innocents. Who need to be protected from all this. Because another bomb will drop, and we will lose more of the Fandom than we did when NYCC happened. 😞

Albitch Ring Rant Post Part 1

[aeolianblues]

I'm realising of late that I am the sort of person whose favourite music and guilty pleasure songs people would not be able to distinguish from the outside, I'm the worst about it.

I like rock music, about 10 years ago you may have surmised that meant I either hated pop or felt the need to hide it. Over time, that hasn't happened, either I do openly bore of a formulaic song that is frustratingly blandly written— or just methodically mediocre and hoping for the charting/vitality without putting anything of the key artists into it (not necessarily something personal, sometimes the 'thing' in question is simply a brain...), or quite often, I just like it. I love a good pop tune. Not ashamed of that at all.

Similarly, being a rock fan, I do love a good lick! I do love a great riff or a sexy fuzzy amp tone, hell yeah. But is there music that makes me want to get up and throw a chair because I hate the artist so much? Yeah. I will openly dislike a Guns N Roses song even while singing along to the higher bits on Paradise City full-diva. And yeah I've attempted the exercise-like Sweet Child riff. I will say Slash seems a nicer person than Axl, I can't stand him and can also confirm from a friend who toured with him that it's a fucking miserable task being around that band (she suffered through the double attack of being 1) closeted gay 2) in the 90s 2.5) around fucking hair metal macho rock music cunts extraordinaire Guns N' Roses... The band would've been one short by the end of that tour were it anyone but her with the saintly patience, on account of murder. So yeah, nothing guilty there, I just openly hate them.

The thing that people couldn't tell the difference between is some of the indie music I love and the indie music I hate— sort of. I do like some cool alternative. Love me some smart indie. I'm post punk all the way. You want to be pretentious and read poetry to terse music, go for it. I adore it.

But then there's some indie, which sounds almost the exact same to the ear that doesn't look for the stories behind the artists, that I cannot stand, but in reality am really coming to like. I think I am irritated by the entire concept of the Strokes, but I do feel so cool walking downtown with the Is This It album in my ears. Cannot stand the way they're called these sort of fathers of 00s indie. That 00s NYC scene were largely annoying rich college kids who happened to make okay art during maybe the last 3 years that anyone could truly afford to be an artist in New York City (what some have described as the years just before the Giuliani NYC reforms that made it impossible to earn a living as an artist there. A part time restaurant chef now in NYC will simply not have the wages and subsequently time to be in a rock band that much. The gentrification hit music Hard, they say. I'm not a New Yorker but yeah. Same concept in Toronto).

But despite all this—and most importantly, this belief I have that if I were a classmate or housemate of many of these guys during the early 00s, I'd have hated their arrogance. Can't forget that belief I somehow have—I do still really enjoy quite a few of that period's bands.

(The New Abnormal was Not a better album than A Hero's Death though. I am still sour about that.)

Then there are some really, really naff indie bands from the 00s in the UK too, in theory I've got no time for them. I didn't quite vibe with them at 16. I also genuinely do not want to like e.g. The Maccabees. I still have some ego! I still have some pride left in me. But put on Dreaming Of You by The Coral and I'm on my toes dancing. Shoulders shaking at a desk. I'll vibe along to some really naff pop rock indie too. I just don't want to vibe to the Vaccines. Don't let me near that stuff.

But who on the outside of this nuance can really tell the difference between Wet Leg (beloved) and The Maccabees?

At least I'll never be a Courteeners fan.

[anotherpapercut]

one of my facebook friends made a post saying that everyone should watch the good place and that "if you don't want your heart ripped out you can skip the last episode" because "you can figure out what's going to happen" and not to sound pretentious or anything but I've never been more personally offended in my life

why in god's name would you watch 4 seasons of a show about people who are dead and then skip the last episode because it's a little sad??? I've watched this show like 4 times and never once had my "heart ripped out". nothing that sad even happens!!!! it's a show about dead people! the only sad thing is that they leave the good place and each other which is actually a good thing!!! I think if you're watching a show where the entire premise is that all of the main characters are dead and also trapped in hell for eternity you should expect it to be kind of sad sometimes????? not to mention that it's genuinely one of the best tv finales I have ever seen and to skip it would be to do a great disservice to yourself and the people who made it! also!! a lot of fucking story takes place in the last episode and you'd actually be missing some pretty fucking important stuff!

anyway fuck you Skyler I'm glad you and your bitch ex girlfriend suddenly stopped being friends with me with 0 explanation because clearly you have terrible judgement

[thegnasticious]

Worst hits of the 90’s

This post is mandatory. What that means is there is nothing about it that is unnecessary, besides having to hear these goddamn songs again

Okay. This one. It takes you to 90’s hell right away and does it with absolutely no stops when you are about to shit your pants. It’s awful. The beginning is beyond pretentious, and the guy looks about to be any random bro you could meet at a knockoff LA party in Portland with only O’douls on tap. The chorus is awful, and I doubt he had any ability to do that atrocious vocal melody live. And the way he says Rock-a-by is more like the sound of a creepy old drunken man saying weird things to you when you want to walk alone in the city.

I only remember this song at horrible pits of my life I would likely otherwise not remember. Like traffic clogs on 290, or when your sewer backloads shit into your living space (for one entertaining reason or another) this one stinks. It gets in the carpet, it spills shit, and most people with a decently sane mind won’t play it, because it maybe contains the devil. Said to have inspired the hit biopic ‘The Ring’

So this one speaks for itself, and some asshole named Jason Waterfalls. If I ever met him, I’d likely kick him in the face for inspiring this song

Despite this song being about slicing grilled cheeses, there isn’t much to it. I confuse Papa Roach with Uncle Cracker often. I think they’re related, we all have bi-eclipse based grilled cheese parties where we pretend Gwen Stefani is our lost daughter, then I drown in invisible water………

Ahhhhh this one…… I think you might know what’s coming next by this theme. But yea. ‘If it makes you happy’ is an earworm of a dune-sized proportion. Shooting out invisible rainbow crows, you’d think you were stuck in a Don Juan flick. But no, baby, you’re just listening to Sheryl Crow

Nooooo. I’m convinced I’m cursing myself. I wanted to stop this post two songs ago. But I knew there was just more shitty songs out there, and after that last one, I could help but highlight this particular Sheryl Crow hit, which you’ve likely heard in some strange purgatory where they likely took your favorite pizza recipes (and all of your lost loves)

Despite this being the primary inspiration behind Oppenheimer building the atomic bomb (he heard this in a future vision after being too close to an aftershock, and it compelled him to finish the bomb, so he could destroy this song before it ever existed). Needless to say he failed, and instead they made a movie about his love-life. Subsequently he builds Highway oasises to this day, and is a master at hiding S’barros.

Okay so who the fuck is this guy. Why does he say he’s my Uncle, and I would never let this creep tuck me in at night. I definitely want to leave and I can guarantee that I’ll leave a mannequin and name it Steve

This is another one. What is this song about…. Roosters? Some asshole who wakes up early excessively, to sing indecipherably about some fucking rooster. I don’t know if I feel worse for the bands or the truckers who likely brought this hit to stardom. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen someone proudly adorn the license plate ‘But Man’ and this was likely blasting out of their car’s orifaces. You should be ashamed of yourself

Aye so this last one. I actually kind of dig it. It’s a palette cleanser for all that crap I just put you through (and it has Minnie Driver being a babe)

[foolish-edworm]

Hi, im asking this fully out of confusion and curiosity. I have been American my whole life, all 3 odd decades of it, and have never heard of "usamericans" till this year.

I'm asking this as I see you use the term so maybe you can point me to the answer: Where the hell did that come from? Are there other people who call themselves Americans who need to be differentiated from us who have used it, as far as I'm aware, exclusively for well over 2 centuries?

This is fully confusion cause like. I've never been usamerican just. American. And as far as I was aware no one else used American exclusively, as the south and central Americans I know use the names of their country's to identify themselves.

Basic internet search doesn't really give me answers and either I live further under a rock than I thought or this is an extremely new term?

Why are people specifying something that was already specific. I'm inclined to dislike it as it always tends to feel derogatory and not in the usual making fun of Americans way about our spelling and hard Rs ya know? It sounds like the pretentious bastard that is "well actually"ing a conversation into the floor.

Or is this just a tic toc trend?

Idk I hope this isn't weird, im just so confused. Im pretty sure ive been on Tumblr longer than you've been able to read. And mean that in the same tone as an old person complaining about the rain and their knees, I'm glad there's younger people on here, its just the Internet I grew up with is very very different then the one you have and it turns me around backwards cause I thought I knew my way around here but all these weird useless things show up that apparently mean things to people.

Idk, I guess im just asking are people actually being derogatory or are they just following a new trend or what?

Thanks for your time. And hopefully a consideration for an answer. And dont feel nervous voting. It's your right and I'm proud of you for exercising it. It feels weird every time but very good and I've voted every year I could.

:)

🥔- for the long ask

Woah. Okay! So I honestly don't remember when I first saw people using "usamerican" but it's just a combination US and American. It's absolutely a semantics thing as far as I know, like, "America is actually the continent so technically American includes the US, Canada, and also most US Americans don't specify they're talking about North America so it also includes Central & South."

I once shared a post about it (but knowing me I likely won't be able to find it.) If it's a tiktok trend that's definitely not where I got it from lmao, I only have tumblr at this point. I think it's just an easy way to be clear about which North/South American country you're talking about! I've never seen it as a derogatory thing or anything negative like that lol.

It's consistent. If you're talking about a Central American country, you say it's from Central America, same for South America. So it only makes sense to do the same for North America, right? But NA is the US and Canada, so when talking about the US specifically, US America is a good way to do that. And on Tumblr it just makes sense to shorten it to "usamerican" for tagging purposes. I've honestly never checked if anyone else tags it that way, but it's mostly for me anyway lol.

I hope that was a satisfactory enough answer, and I hope it made even a shred of sense lol! I'm not used to answering questions like this :D

And thank you! For the voting reassurance (I'm really gonna need it :D) and for putting the time to want to learn about something new! I wish I could've been more smart about it, but it's not something I ever really thought deeply about. Have a good day!

[27-royal-teas]

7, 9 12

7) what do you love most abt being a fic writer for your fandom?

THE PEOPLE. you guys are so nice!!!! like honestly, this is the coolest, most nontoxic fandom I’ve ever been in. it’s great, I have a good time, I can share my writing and people are SO NICE ABOUT IT. like, I’ve gotten so many comments that genuinely make me giggle and grin and like, sometimes I want to kiss you guys silly. you’re all so supportive and kind and I love u all and I’m so lucky to have a place here.

9.) what inspired you to write your first fic?

ok so before I joined the fob fandom and started writing rpf I mainly wrote for the umbrella academy, which I got into through my friend, who is a fic writer in that fandom— (she’s @chickadee2008 on ao3, go give her some love!) she showed me one of the fics she’d written and since I write, I figured I’d give it a try. I don’t write tua that much anymore, but it’s definitely made an impact on my relationship with fandom and its artists. if you really want to find my tua writing, it’s not on ao3, but some of it might be on my main blog from like two years ago (should be linked in my pinned post).

12.) what’s your favorite theme/subject matter/ trope/ ship to write about? why?

I used to like writing angst. now, it’s kind of harder to get into the space of writing that. I think it’s because its so dark in reality I don’t really want to add to that. that sounds kind of pretentious of me in retrospect. I really like to write fluff, because it’s a) easier, and b) fun. also, people seem to like it. I’m a big fan of realistic fiction, also; I’m considering doing more aus but with fall out boy’s history being as crazy as it is writing realistically for their timeline really is a lot of fun.

as for favorite ship, I’ve gotta say peterick is just so fun to write specifically because there’s SO MUCH to go off of, like, they practically write the fic themselves. jalex is also really fun because of the whole childhood friends to lovers thing. my rpf mentality is more for fun— of course they all have committed relationships to other people and in reality they are probably not together, but there IS evidence pointing otherwise, and also, it’s just really fun to pretend. am I gonna harass the people about it? fuck no. am I gonna write rpf where they kiss? hell yea.

I derailed a bit— but anyway, thank you so much for the ask!!!!

[contritecactite]

🥺, 🛒, ✨ , 💖 , 🤩, and 💞 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahhhh 🥺🥺 astri, ty for asking!! Even though there were Problems™️ pffffhaha

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Oooohhh. I absolutely love a "we haven't seen each other in a long time and we parted on weird terms" reunion. It's the awkward greeting and the slow slip back into warmth and familiar patterns, the edge of awareness that something has changed but both parties are trying not to call attention to it. I... think the fandoms I gravitate toward are the ones made for this (looks at nrmt looks at post-aa4 klapollo looks at ineffable spouses-)

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Plants! Plant imagery all over the place, both for growth and decay. I love dealing with the passing of time, so I get a lot of mileage out of both. I did just finish something with heavy water imagery that I also enjoyed, especially thinking about water as both nurturing and destructive and an allegory for change.

Also, any time I can slap some people in a kitchen setting, I'm gonna do it. There are conversations that I think can only happen when the speakers are engrossed in shared tasks, and kitchens see so much of human life even independent of food/eating that they basically feel like characters to me.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Maybe this is a cop-out, but my favorite thing about my writing right now is that I can see it improving. I was out of the game for a long time, so seeing a style start to take shape again makes me happy.

💖 What made you start writing?

Wow! Uh, I have no idea! I've been doing it since I was a kid, like a really little one. I started out writing songs, then moved to poetry, and then had a brief jog into creative writing before falling into the pit of academic writing. Most recently, what made me come back to creative writing was the lack of emotional closure in Ace Attorney games, haha.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Oh, basil, how dare!!! I have no idea how to answer this except to say that my favorite character to write is the one who's best equipped to tell the story. I know that sounds pretentious as hell, but I love trying new character voices. I do have an extra soft spot for whatever grumpy or disgruntled guy* is closest to a situation.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I don't know that I have one 🤔 I understand the feeling, but I'm not sure it's really attached to a specific character for me!

[thespacebetweenworlds]

There's multiple things I want to say in response to that. FIRST: you're entitled to your writer's block! Sometimes things just are like that, and with your url I think you Know things

While I haven't seen the post you mention (I think) it does sound plausible and in general even something I agree with - to a degree. Is prose nowadays moving closer to the way we would write screenplays? Absolutely. The impact of film on writing, of pop culture action films on popular literature, is undeniable and evidence of that is also found in fanfic. HOWEVER:

There's a lot of fanfic out there with writings styles not even remotely related to screenplays.

There's nothing inherently bad about fanfics that read like screenplays - either you like it or not, but that's because of reasons unrelated to whether or not it resembles a screenplay (unless you hate screenplays).

Now to actively combat your specific flavour of writer's block:

think of it as misplaced imposter syndrome and Kick It Out The Window

write a fanfic in screenplay format and Despair after which you should realise that what you otherwise write is definitely not a screenplay

read an actual screenplay I will send my hoard of James Bond scripts just dm me for the drive link

I once tried to write a movie script I made it 2 pages in and it was hell you should try it <3

if it makes you feel better, screenplays is just modern drama and if you write one you can experience what Shakespeare felt

proof of the impact action movies have had on the way action scenes are written in prose: I read a traditionally published book that shall not be named with action scenes literally out of an anime, no matter what you write it will be better than that <3

I would actually recommend reading James Bond fanfiction as that is a good example of how prose (the fanfiction) can portray scenes and characters and emotions and worldbuilding in profound, different ways than the medium of pop-culture-action-movie can

similarly if you were to go to one of those pretentious film festivals and see literally any of those films, you would know that the way we usually talk about screenplays is with popular movies such as marvel (and James Bond) in mind, which are a very small part of a very big film world

there's this fanfic Redamancy and it's about James Bond and added soulmates I think you should read it

coming back to the topic at hand I really think it's fine if your writing reads like a screenplay!

some writers post their fanfic and say things like "podfic welcome :)" and I think you should post your fanfic and say "fanmade movie adaptation welcome :)" and I think that would be great

I read a post on here somewhere that drew parallels between most fanfics and how they tend to read more like screenplays and internalized it to the point that I can no longer write because I see it every time I try to put words to paper and it kills me

[thathawaiianchick]

Heyy, totally checked all the songs from your tag game list out - the bittersweet chill vibes! And speaking of that qiucheng playlist - last time you mentioned it with some song recs in the tags (eerie summer) and that "imagine how full of angst they are" - it really got me in the mood to finally put that one scene down onto paper that had been floating around in my mind - and the result was Night Trip 1 & 2. It just flowed out of my hands. I"m not sure if you saw or liked those comics (1)

Is there anything better than someone validating your music taste, your HCs, or your constant bothering of them in their ask box and in your tags?!?! 😭😭😭

Your art is so cool, it inspires me all the time!!

Here is the link to my qc playlist. I always put it on when I read your comics, so now you'll know my exact mood when I'm making all those tags and saying: they must be so full of angst! I have different vibey music for when I'm reading the magic!au. Mainly just the soundtrack to Penny Dreadful :)

Anyway this playlist is kind of a wild mix of genres, I usually end up choosing one song which is the vibe for the comic and putting that one on repeat as I read :)) My perception of this ship is that there's a lot of longing. Lots of "forbidden" tropes and outside sources and convention fighting to keep them apart (and yet they love each other anyway 😭 *vomits* so cheesy, lol)

But yeah, Cheng has this OBVIOUSLY forbidden relationship with an underling, they have a secret dog, they're queer...it's alot of "dirty little secret" vibes (wild, i did not include that song in the playlist).

And then the angst of both of them wanting to get out of their situation and just be happy.

So most of these songs are about longing, about falling in love against your will and not being able to escape it, about wanting to escape together, or about pent up emotions, all the while trying to incorporate sleek, sexy, and also somehow grungey aesthetic :)))

[lady-maracas]

It reminds me of you

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: It’s just fluff, some swearing.

A/N: Here goes, my first writing ever. Don’t know if I should’ve posted this but I guess it’s too late. I will take constructive criticism and I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language. Enjoy! ;) PS: If you want to follow on Wattpad, my user is lady_maracas.

Masterlist

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It’s been two months. Two whole months since you saw him. Of course, it wasn’t the first time Roger had been on tour since you two started dating.

But this time, it felt like hell.

He called everyday, at least he tried. Being a rockstar wasn’t easy, you knew that. He and the boys got more popular since their last tour, meaning his free time was brief.

You were so happy for him, but you couldn’t help but feel lonely every now and then.

Today was no different, you woke up this morning and the bed felt empty without Roger by your side. You sighed as you got out of bed. This was going to be a bad day, you knew it.

Your shift at work was just horrible. First, there was an emergency meeting, at nine in the morning! Of course you had to be there, your boss asked you to meet up with some potential customers.

As you got in the meeting room, everybody was already there, your boss stood in front of a table where, you guessed, five potential customers sat.

“Oh! Y/N, there you are!” Your boss said with a fake smile.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late” you said with an awkward smile as you sat at the table.

What felt like hours later, you were still sat there. Trying to stay awake for dear life. Why does it have to be this boring, you thought.

“And this is why I think it’s important to-”

Your boss stopped talking when you knocked you coffee all over yourself. That shit burned!

“Oh shit! Fuck!” You said, without thinking.

“Y/N!”

“Oh fu..I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to..”

As you looked up, five pair of eyes were staring at you, shocked. Oh now you’ve fucked up.

“Y/N got get a new change of clothes and please, oh please watch your language!” She gave you the big eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry.. again”

You ran through the building to the employee’s room to find something else to wear. There were four boxes full of clothes and, of course, none of them had to fit you. Either they were too small or too big. Some of them even had food or coffee stains on them. Hm what a coincidence you thought.

You got home that night exhausted, your eyes were burning and of course your uniform was ruined. As you got into your apartment, silence. There was absolutely no sound except for the light purr of your cat, as she slowly made her way towards you to say hello. You were so used to coming back home to your boyfriend and sometimes the boys from Queen that, now, the silence was sickening.

The phone started ringing, making you jump. You ran to pick it up. Maybe it was Roger.

“Hello?”

“Hey girl!”

It was your best friend, she was the best really and you loved, her but sometimes she was a little bit.. too much.

“Oh hey love.”

“How you keeping up?”

“Oh well I had the worst day at work just to come back to an empty apartment. Couldn’t be better!” you said, your voice full of sarcasm.

“Im sorry to hear that.. But hey, at least you’ve got your cat to keep you company!”

“Yeah well let me tell you, that cat can be one pretentious bitch sometimes. I knew I should’ve bought a dog.” you laughed.

You had talked over an hour on the phone. When you hung up you decided to take a shower. The smell of old coffee was getting on your nerves. You went through your wardrobe to find something to wear to bed. It felt empty as Roger brought all his clothes with him. Almost all his clothes. You found one of his sweaters in one of the lower drawers. You looked at it like it was the most precious thing in this world and suddenly, you remembered the last time you saw him, what felt like months ago.

“Why do you have to take all of your things with you? It literally feels like you’re moving out.”

He laughed “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Four months.”

You whined as your boyfriend laughed.

“While you’re on tour, having fun with the boys and getting famous, I have to stay here, go to work and take care of your stupid cat-”

“Our stupid cat” he added.

You rolled your eyes at him with a playful smile as you hear the van pull up in the driveway.

Freddie, Brian and John got out of the van to help Roger with his things. Seeing them made you smile, you don’t know what it was about them but they were everything to you.

“Hey Y/N!” Brian said.

“Hey Bri, you’re ready for your big tour?” you said with a big smile.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!”

“That’s the spirit.”

Freddie picks you up in a big hug before putting back you down and giving you a dashing smile.

“How you’ve been love, feels like ages since we saw you. Where have you been?” he then said.

“Yeah well I’ve been busy.. I tried to go to one of your shows recently, but y’know.. work gets in the way..” you said awkwardly. You felt bad, really, you absolutely love to go see their shows. The ambiance is amazing and seeing them on stage, entertaining a crowd of plenty, it’s the best sight in the world.

“Don’t worry darling you can come see us whenever you want.” he added.

The sound of the van’s trunk being shut startled you. Roger gave Freddie a look as if to say ‘can we have a moment please?’.

He slowly walked up to you. The moment you dreaded for weeks had finally came. It was almost awkward.

“So..”

“So this is it.” you said.

“You’re making it sound like it’s the last time we’ll see each other.” he laughed a little.

“I’m sorry it’s just.. it’ll be weird without you around for a while.”

“Like I said, I’ll be back before you know it.” he slowly put his hands on your waist to bring you closer.

“Hm” you hummed before putting your arms around his neck and giving him a cheeky smile.

He pulled you in a soft kiss and you felt like you were going to melt right there. He always knew how to make it special. Just as you started to kiss him back you hear someone clear their throat.

“I’m sorry to break your moment lovebirds, but we need to leave right about now.” Freddie had said with an apologetic smile.

“Alright let’s go.” Roger said to the boys as he gave you one last kiss.

You watched them get in the van and head off wherever the tour took them.

That was the last time you saw him. Now, you were laying in your empty bed, your cat buy your side and Rogers sweater in your arms. You almost felt like he left it here on purpose. Something to remember him buy, you thought.

You fell asleep quickly, considering your awful day, it was a well deserved sleep. You didn’t even hear the front door of your apartment getting shut, or the footsteps that slowly got closer to your bedroom nor the small sound of your door opening. What woke you up was the sound of your cat meowing at something. You opened your eyes slowly to find out that your cat had in fact seen something, or more like someone. Someone standing at the doorway of your bedroom.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you quickly turned on your bedside lamp, just to find a pair of blue eyes staring at you. Roger.

“For fuck’s sake Rog you scared the living shit outta me!” you yelled angrily.

“Well ain’t that a way to welcome your dear boyfriend home” he said with a playful smile. “What were you doing?” Of course he already knew the answer but he couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the piece of clothing in your arms.

“I was sleeping, obviously.” you say with a sigh.

“With my sweater?”

You looked at the sweater in your hands and then back at him.

“…It reminds me of you.” you say with a sheepish smile as you got out of bed to join him at the door.

“You’re back early”

“Yeah well we have a couple days break between two shows and it just happens to be on the way so I thought why not come and pay visit to my beautiful girlfriend”

“Oh well aren’t you the best” you smile at him before pressing your lips to his in a breathtaking kiss. You two hadn’t seen each other for many weeks. But now you were together and it was the only thing that mattered. You gently put your arms around his neck as he held you waist and started to back you up until you two fell on the bed. You laughed in the kiss as he smiled. You gave him a last kiss before looking at him through your lashes with a playful smile.

“I know what you’re thinking” he said

“Mhm” you bit your lip, trying not to smile but failing miserably.

“Tough this is tempting..” he said with a smirk “I must admit I’m exhausted. I’m sorry love.”

“It’s okay I understand, I had an awful day too” you sighed.

“Mind telling me what happened?” he added as you two laid down and you softly put your head of his chest.

“Well let’s just say my boss definitely lost any faith she had in me.” you said with a little laugh.

“Well I’m glad I made your day a little better” he said giving you a little kiss at the top of your head.

“Yeah you definitely did.”

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you Rog” you say as you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

That was one of the best nights you had in a long, long time.

//

[beyondspaceandstars]

Hi!

I've been reading some of your posts and I am a big fan🥰

I was wondering if its okay, maybe you could do a Loki x reader where they were best friends and denied each others feelings all the time and when Loki was brought to the TVA, he found reader there and lots of angst and fluff🥰💞😁

Have a great day😁😁💞💞🥰🥰

Nothing Gold

Relationship: Loki x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: thank you so much for enjoying me work I am so glad that makes me so happy! thank you so much for the request. I really liked this idea and I think it came out okay - sorry the ending it a bit abrupt! thank you again :)

Masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Loki had to do a full-on, dramatic as hell, double-take while walking through the TVA library. He had come down to look for a variant file but had apparently ended up finding something else. More specifically — someone else.

You. You. You.

You, his best friend. You, the sweet girl he had a never-ending crush on. You, the one who had just gone missing one day.

Loki could never forget. It was like something wouldn’t let him.

He had invited you around the palace for breakfast before you left his chambers for the night. You two had been up late reading together. You frequently popped over, usually claiming to stay for a few hours, just enough for Loki to read to you some verses of a poetry book, but those hours got longer and longer each time.

Next thing you two knew, it was nearly morning and you needed at least a few hours of sleep in your own bed. He had walked you out, asking you to come back for breakfast in a few hours. You happily agreed, giving him a quick hug before parting. Loki didn’t want to let go. He remembered that detail very well. He wanted to pull you back in his chambers, just hold you for hours. Days. Months. Forever. But he didn’t. He let you go, watching as you made your way back to your modest home. He never realized that would be the last time he saw you.

Well, actually, it technically wasn’t. Because he was staring at you right now. You were at a table near the back of the library, head buried in some files but he could still recognize you. Could always point out that lovely, long hair and those soft, gentle hands. You were always a stark contrast against him.

Loki just watched you for a few moments, completely and utterly confused by the situation. The shock was wearing off and now question after question filled his brain. How did you end up here? What had you done? Were you okay? A million thoughts came over him but his legs had their own agenda. The next thing he knew, he was approaching your table. He almost didn’t know how he got there.

He stood opposite of your sitting form. You weren’t noticing him, apparently very invested in the file you were studying. Loki had to admit, that was quite like you. You were always one to get lost in the words, way deeper than he did.

Eventually, Loki cleared his throat, hoping that’d do something. Slowly, you lifted your head, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him from head to toe. You didn’t recognize him, Loki could see it in your eyes. He was just a variant turned agent to you. Something in him felt like it was stabbing his heart over and over again.

"Can I help you with something?" You hesitantly asked but your voice was still so sweet and kind, just as Loki remembered. You were far more patient and soft-spoken than he was.

He said your name like it was the greatest plead but you didn’t react. Loki didn’t know what to do then, realizing you were you but you also…weren’t. His face fell.

You were getting uncomfortable. "I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know who that is—,"

"You don’t?" Loki couldn’t help the hurtful gasp he let out.

"Sir, I’m sorry…" Your eyes began searching around frantically. Something was going on. You were getting scared, way past uncomfortable. You wouldn’t look at him anymore.

Loki said your name again, much forceful than the last. You jumped. You weren’t directly responding but Loki could see something in your eyes. He said your name again. Then again. Like it was the only thing he knew. Your eyes met one another intensely, hypnotically.

After maybe the sixth time, you snapped. You jumped out of your seat, breathing heavily, scared, surprised. It had all happened too fast Loki was also taken back. You two were more than just staring at each other. Your wide eyes were taking him in.

"Loki?"

He felt so relieved to hear his name just float off your lips. It was as sweet as he remembered. Like a little lullaby. The stabbing in him stopped.

Loki nodded. "It’s me."

"What…" You looked around as if you had no idea where you were. And maybe you didn’t but Loki hadn’t expected your name to just snap you out of it. This opened a lot of questions for him but he didn’t have time. He raised his hand, cutting off your words.

Loki nodded towards one of the bookshelf aisles further away from everyone. You nodded in understanding, following him down the rows.

Once you were a safe distance away, Loki wasted no time collecting you in his arms, his head buried in your shoulder. You were surprised for a moment at the gesture but then you fell into it naturally, like you had just hugged him yesterday. And really that was how it had felt. But Loki knew better. You had been gone for so long…

"Loki," you mumbled his name, your head pressed into his chest. "What is going on?"

Loki stilled. "Why don’t you tell me what you know."

You scoffed, breaking off the hug. You were a sweet one but Loki was no stranger to your tiny temper. You put distance between you two and Loki allowed it despite how much it hurt.

"What I know?" You repeated, folding your arms. "What I know is that I’m standing in a library with you." You looked around at the space, noting an actual lack of real books. "What kind of library is this anyway? How did I—,"

"Do you remember anything before you got here?"

Your gaze dropped as you studied your shoes. They were some nice black flats but Loki knew that wasn’t your style. You were not the business causal type, usually pleased with the feeling of Asgardian silk gowns.

Something was coming to you as you let out a soft gasp. "I was walking home. We-We had just finished a poem written by that Midgardian… Gosh, what was his name? Winter or something—,"

"Frost," Loki mumbled. "His last name was Frost and you enjoyed his poem about how nothing gold can stay. You found it relatable. I’ll admit, you may have been onto something."

A light had gone on within you. "You thought it was pretentious." Your gaze met Loki’s once more. "I called you a fool and laughed. Then we saw daylight breaking and… and I had to go home. I missed my bed. You wanted breakfast in a few hours. I agreed to come back."

Loki nodded, encouragingly, but your words had fallen off. "What happened next?"

You shook your head, that blank expression washed over you again. "I don’t know."

Loki let out a sigh and leaned back on the shelf. "Do you remember anything after that?"

You looked back down at your outfit. At least the pencil skirt was nice. "Yes," you admitted. "I was hired here. I report on variants to protect the sacred timeline." It sounded to Loki like you were reading a script. What the hell was going on here?

"But you don’t know how you got from Asgard to…here?"

You sighed, a bit annoyed. "How did you get here?"

The snippy temper was back. You were still you. Loki could’ve kissed you, a feeling that had come over him before but was suddenly more intense than ever. He would, he promised himself. He couldn’t leave you again without doing so.

"I had a bit of an…incident."

"Really? You? I never would’ve guessed," you said, the sarcasm on your words dripped heavily. Loki gave quite the dramatic eye roll. You let out a little giggle.

"Yes, well, never mind what got me here, I am here," he said, motioning towards nothing. "And I am assisting with the hunt of a variant."

"You’re helping them?"

Loki scoffed. "Don’t act so surprised." A beat. "I didn’t have much of a choice."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile but failed miserably. Loki had missed this. If he focused really hard, it almost felt like you two were back in Asgard, lounging around, talking about nothing. Teasing one another. His heart was aching.

"What do you know about the variant?" You eventually asked.

Loki glanced away. "It’s me."

"You?"

He shrugged. "Well, a version of me. Another variant."

You slowly crossed the aisle, coming to stand right next to Loki, your shoulders pressed against one another. Loki’s breath hitched just a bit. He would never get used to this.

You asked, "Well, what have ‘you’ done?"

Loki resorted back to his witty humor. "Nothing good as you could assume."

"This mischief of two Lokis is unthinkable."

Loki let out a laugh which you followed suit with. You two were laughing over nothing in this random library in wherever this place was. He could barely understand it and you were absolutely clueless. But the moment of laughter was good, was familiar. Too bad it couldn’t last.

"I’ve missed you," Loki admitted after the laughter had faded out unceremoniously. You looked a bit surprised at the confession.

"Truly?"

He nodded.

You blushed and looked down. "I’d say I missed you too but I don’t feel like we’ve been apart. How long has it been?"

When Loki wasn’t giving an answer, you forced yourself to turn back to him. He was staring at you quite intensely. You shivered under the gaze. It was an expression you hadn’t seen before, he hadn’t allowed you to see. It was one full of love and interest and adornment.

"Too long," was all he said before his lips were on yours. Loki finally took what he had been craving and it was happening in the TVA library. The fucking TVA. Loki’s head was still spinning with worries about this whole thing but, slowly, he got lost in you. In your lips and softness. Your hands grasped his shirt as you deepened the kiss — you. You wanted more from him. And he was happy to give.

His hands caressed your sides lovingly, feeling and holding you in the way he had always dreamed. It was better than anything he could’ve conjured. It felt right and real. Good and… Too good. Too powerful.

An alarm was going off somewhere now. You hadn’t seemed to notice it, still captivated in the kiss, but Loki was aware. He forced you two apart, reluctantly. You looked at him, ready to protest, but before you could ask anything, Loki was placing a hand over your mouth.

Footsteps were approaching. They were coming towards your aisle. Whatever had happened here wasn’t good, something had gone haywire. Had he broken the timeline? Was that even possible here? Loki didn’t know but what he did know was there was an army on the hunt for them. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, looking for an escape route.

"Loki," you finally were able to speak, keeping your voice hushed as you two maneuvered the maze of shelves, "what did we do?"

"We love each other."

"Love?"

Loki stopped despite there being no time to stop. "Am I wrong?"

You didn’t answer. That was all he needed. Now to only get the hell out of here. Loki couldn’t tell if his encounter with the TVA had been a blessing or a cure as he held you close to him, refusing to lose you again to whatever trap this place planned to lay.

[2jaeh]

INSUFFERABLE l  KIM DOYOUNG 

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k 

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way. 

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell. 

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone. 

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance. 

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him. 

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?” 

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do. 

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise. 

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly. 

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!” 

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name. 

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen. 

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?” 

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again. 

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.” 

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer. 

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung. 

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules. 

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency. 

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today. 

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock. 

———

The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane. 

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her. 

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern. 

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop. 

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?” 

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away. 

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk. 

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?” 

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?” 

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.” 

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime. 

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections. 

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns. 

y/n  x  KDY : 7:10pm 

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It. 

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it. 

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality. 

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you. 

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure. 

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am. 

KDY: cool, see you then. 

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung. 

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him. 

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early” 

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace. 

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.” 

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you. 

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned. 

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.” 

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share. 

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet. 

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic. 

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you. 

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior. 

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.” 

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first. 

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ? 

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table. 

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger. 

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone. 

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head, 

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things. 

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo. 

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs. 

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats. 

Y/N X KDY  10:30pm

KDY: hey 

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha 

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me. 

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you. 

KDY: its all good. 

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ? 

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious. 

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little. 

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips. 

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again. 

Y/N X KDY  10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead 

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ? 

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ? 

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too. 

KDY: wow. 

KDY: I think you're hot too. 

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side. 

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive. 

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one. 

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction. 

Y/N: I could say the same for you. 

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge. 

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane. 

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you. 

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants. 

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure. 

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you. 

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled. 

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth. 

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck. 

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed. 

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member. 

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him. 

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched. 

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin. 

You nodded quickly, “Yes please” 

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside. 

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high. 

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more. 

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth. 

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax. 

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck” 

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you. 

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him. 

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

[sunkaashi]

— OVERTIME

↬ Pairing. College!Atsumu x Manager!Reader

↬ Genre. Fluff. A hint of enemies to lovers if you look really closely.

↬ Warnings. Mentions of alcohol. I guess nothing else? Let me know if you think I'm wrong!

↬ Summary.  Atsumu Miya is hopelessly in love with you, but how could he ever catch your attention if all you do is ignore him? Well, maybe his plan starts to work out when he finds out that whenever he stays longer for practice, you have to stay too.

↬ Word count. 1.7k

↬ tris' note: I wrote this in the spur of the moment, but I had so much fun! feedbacks are extremely appreciated! if you wanna be added to my general taglist, fill out this form.

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Sweat dripped down the back of ATSUMU's neck as he jogged around the college tracks for the nth time that afternoon.

"Just one more lap." He kept telling himself over and over again as if repeating it would make it any less of a lie.

But who could blame him when this was the only moment of the day that he could spend with you? When he just knew that, by the end of that turn, you'd be there to receive him, water bottle and towel in hand? If anything, that just drove him more and more motivated to get to the finish line.

Those seconds in which your hands slightly brushed off against each other's; the way you laughed whenever he tripped over himself, too tired to carry on; the sarcastic sneer on your face every time you scolded him for wasting your time, but still wouldn't leave. To Atsumu, that was his reward, better than any shining trophy.

"Oi! Miya!" Your voice woke him up from his trance as the blonde boy finally shot up a glance at you. He rested with his hands on his knees, chest going up and down in strong and unsteady motions, legs still trembling a bit from the training. "We've been here for almost two hours! Everybody has left already, and I want to go home for God's sake!"

Atsumu snickered at the way your voice got higher with each word, deflecting from his gaze while you said you wanted to leave. He also didn't miss how you knitted your eyebrows together just before going off at him, carefully scanning his shaky body.

"Ya could've left, ya know? I never asked ya to stay!" He replied, smirking a little while making sure to stare right into your pupils.

If eyes are the windows to the soul, that must be the reason yours were so beautiful to him. As he tried to get an answer through them, he also delighted himself in such a vision. That's why he was quick to notice their slight tremble at his remark.

"And leave you to die?!" Your voice, once again, cut him off of his daydreams. "You've been running for more than an hour after a pretty rough practice, if you go into cardiac arrest who's gonna call an ambulance?! I'm the team manager, I don't want any deaths on my back!"

In his defense, he was only there because of you, but — obviously — he wouldn't tell you that. He decided to just laugh it off.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day!" He teased.

"What?!"

"Yer’ worried ‘bout me!" Atsumu said, trying to suppress the smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

Even though his tone was playful, he knew something was off when his words were left hanging in the air, no snarky comments added to the back-and-forth banter you were both so used to.

Seeing your widened eyes, he started to question if he was right or, worse, if he had crossed a line.

You gulped down as if this would prevent you from spilling something you shouldn't say. Atsumu was dying to know what it was.

This had become a little routine of yours. Staying for a couple more hours after practice as you helped him out for a while. At first, he knew you're just doing your job, after all, you were there to assist the boys, it didn't matter who they were. Still, he couldn't shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, something had changed as the months went by.

He remembered it perfectly. It wasn't that long before that you used to curse him for making you lose such precious time of your day. He knew you had your reasons! Staying overtime underneath the unforgiving sun, having to catch up on your studies while sitting beside the filthy running tracks, surrounded by sweaty and dirty athletes.

Even so, it wasn't pleasant for him either. Jogging for endless hours, the summer heat consuming him as if hell were just around the corner.

Usually, he would run only half of those miles. But how could he stop? How could he stop knowing that the minute he did, you'd have to go home, and he would only see you the next day? No, he needed more time to win you over. He needed those small talks in between his breaks. He needed every single one of the few glances you exchanged every time he ran past you. He needed to hear you giggling at his jokes at least once more.

What once felt like dragging insufferable after hours, began to seem like less and less time over the weeks. Those little details were what made it all worth it. They were his private entrance to heaven.

And he believed that you might've been starting to feel the same way too.

He'd caught the way your lips curled up into a shy smile the last time he'd offered to walk you home. He also had noticed how your irises shined a bit brighter whenever he bought you food, worried because he knew you'd be there with him for those extra periods. He'd seen the way you laughed at his childhood stories just a tad too hard, always asking for another one.

Atsumu had always been aware of how he comes off to people: the arrogant self-centered jock. He never really cared about any of those things, but he did care about how you perceived him. The man just hoped that soon enough, you'd learn he was more than what others wanted him to be. Not a pretentious athlete, albeit a normal guy as any other, just with an ambitious goal set to his mind. And whenever you shared one of those intimate moments, he thought that, perhaps, you were one of the few people that actually saw him for who he was.

Still, that didn't make it any easier to admit the feelings he'd developed for you.

"Oi! Are ya alright?" Atsumu said, trying to catch your attention, a delicate expression laying on his countenance. "I'm sorry if I overstepped in any way, ‘kay? It was a joke, I promise." You didn't answer him just yet.

"Hey!" He proceeded, lifting your chin up so you'd look at him. "Now I'm the one getting worried 'bout ya! Snap out of it and get back to hating on me before ya realize I might have a heart!" Atsumu mocked himself, but shied away from your glare while doing so.

At least he'd made you chuckle.

“I always knew you had one, Miya." You said, rolling your eyes at the man. “I just didn’t know it worked!”

“Oya! That was mean!”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You asked, arching your brows.

“Well, maybe, but it wouldn’t hurt if ya were a little nicer to me once in a while!”

“Yeah? How so?” The words slipped past your lips without missing a beat, and Atsumu couldn’t help but wonder if the flirtatious undertone was something he had only imagined. He decided to take the bait.

“For starters...” Atsumu began, slowly making his way closer to where you were standing. “Ya could buy me a beer after we’re done here.” Was he crazy or did he really see your shoulders relaxing at his words?

“Oh, is that easy?” You responded in the same toying manner.

“Hold up!” He said, raising his hands to the air. “That’s just the first step!”

“And then what?”

“And then…” Atsumu continued, moving further towards your figure. “Then ya could let me hear that beautiful laugh of yers a few more times.” He completed, stealing a giggle out of you. “Just like that.”

“Great, so I’m halfway through it.” Your tone may have been monotonous, but your eyes told him otherwise. “Anything else or can we get this over with?”

“Maybe, while yer’ laughing, ya could finally realize that I’m not as bad as ya think I am.” He pondered, moving a loose strand of hair out of your features, clearing the view to your gaze.

“Now you wanna tell me what to think?” You scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Is just a suggestion! Take it as ya wish!” He winked at you.

“And what if I told you that I already did?”

“Ya did?” This time, he sounded soft, breaking out of the teasy character for a second.

“You’re not bad, Miya... Far from that.” 

“Well, that’s a shock.”

“You don’t look surprised.” You stated, pointing out the crescent grin on his face.

“Too much wishful thinking made me ready for this moment.”

“And what exactly is this moment… Atsumu?” The way you said his name, in a hushed voice, almost like a secret meant to be shared by only the both of you, gave him the green light he needed to go on.

“It’s when I finally kiss ya.” 

Atsumu was quick to grab your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, and finally closing the gap between you two. His gawk rapidly traveled from your mouth to your eyes, longing for a confirmation. It didn’t take a second after your subtle nod for him to merge your lips together, your body melting at his touch. His grasp was gentle, but firm, like you were something he treasured, something that he never wanted to let go of. And by the way you gripped onto his neck, the boy could tell he wasn’t alone in this.

Atsumu moved his palms all the way up your back, briefly running his fingers through your hair, but resting them upon finding your face. His tender touch cupped your cheeks in between his hands, pushing away just when he inevitably ran out of breath. 

"Do I still have to buy you that beer or is this nice enough for you?" You said, unable to repress a smile.

“Hm, I’m not sure… Why don’t you kiss me again and we'll see?"

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[ickle-ronniekins]

black & white

request: from nonnie: ASDFGhjkl. Why are your fics so CUTE? 😭 Can I request a cute and cheesy George proposing to the fem!reader—and they’re wedding? 💜

desc: a love story unfolded via a timeline of events and colors. based on the song ‘black and white’ by niall horan

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

warning(s): lil bit of angst, alcohol, some sexual content if you squint but it stops before things ~heat up~

A/N: this is just pure fluff. may or may not have cried at the cheesiness. idk. i’m a cheesy gal. can’t help it. i’m in love with a fictional character. sorry i went a tad overboard with this. also let’s pretend ~voldy~ doesn’t exist in this k? reminder that my requests are currently closed, i am merely working through the requests already in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be posted on any other platform.

Red

Red, hot fury swept through your bones as you watched him laugh hysterically alongside his brother. You balled your fists together, ready to throw a punch, but you knew your mum would lock you in your room until you were forty years of age if you even thought of throwing hands.

George Weasley was a pretentious little git. It was bad enough that he was your neighbour and you had to see him and his equally annoying twin in the village nearly every day, but what made it even worse was that for whatever reason, he’d chosen you to be on the receiving end of all of his pranks. His mother, Molly, was not for it -- she often gave her sons a solid tongue lashing, but it clearly never made an impact, for each and every day they were back to their normal mischief, seeking out ways to make you shake with anger.

“Weasley!” you squeaked as he and his brother ran back across the field toward their home. You loathed the idea of being in the same school as him in just two years time. At least here, at home, you could escape to your own house and your own room, far away from the boy who teasingly threw a red paint balloon all over you and your new dress. But at school, well -- the castle was only so big, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how far away from him you’d be able to get.

You watched as he and Fred ran away, their giggles echoing through the air on top of the hill. You looked down at your ruined dress and screamed. You reckoned you’d never be able to love the colour red ever again -- not when it had ruined your beautiful purple dress, and especially when it was the colour of his annoying, messy hair.

Yellow

“I’m really sorry.”

He was standing across from you in the field. You thought about telling him that you needed to take four showers in order to get all of the red paint from your hair, and that your dress was permanently stained, but instead you folded your arms across your chest and huffed a bit. Not even magic could salvage it.

“I promise, I mean it,” he squeaked, as if he could read your mind. He seemed sincere, but he was always getting into all types of trouble, wasn’t he? Perhaps he was as good a liar as he was a pranker.

You kicked at the dirt, unsure of what to say. “You ruined my dress.”

“I know, I’m really sorry,” he said again, “it was all Freddie’s doing! I know he normally takes charge of pranks, but blimey, I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

You arched your eyebrows up in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” George told you. The wind ruffled the leaves on the tree next to you both, and you watched him tentatively as a big smile split his face. He wandered over to the tree trunk and picked at the flowers that were growing at the base. Then he turned around, marched right over to you, and handed them to you.

Yellow dandelions. You peered down at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. This wouldn’t fix your dress, but he was trying, at least. You noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help it; you blushed and looked toward the ground. You picked a bit at the flowers and met George’s gaze once again. “You still owe me, Weasley.”

You both heard Molly calling him for dinner. “Okay, mum!” he called back, his voice echoing against the wind. He turned back toward you. “Promise. I owe you. I also promise to kick Fred’s arse since it was his idea anyway.”

A squeak of a giggle emitted from your lips and you watched as George Weasley skipped all the way home.

Blue

All of Ravenclaw house erupted into cheers as the colours of the Great Hall changed to celebrate the momentous occasion of your house winning the Quidditch Cup. It had been a neck to neck match against Gryffindor, but had you not caught the snitch before Harry, they would have had it in the bag for the third year in a row.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m pro Ravenclaw, I’ve got to say, you guys put up a great match,” you whirled around in the crowd and saw George standing in front of you. He had his hands in his pockets and he shrugged, clearly upset at a Gryffindor loss, but at least they hadn’t lost to Slytherin, right? “You really are a wicked Seeker.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” you said triumphantly, both pleased with yourself for winning but also feeling a little bit guilty for beating Gryffindor.

“When did you get so good anyway?”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand to your chin and pretended to be deep in thought, “do you mean, how did I get to be so incredible? I don’t have an answer for you, truthfully, reckon I was just born with it.”

Students filtered around you both, and you watched him laugh as blue confetti fell around the both of you and the rest of the Great Hall. Personally you thought it was a little much, but the captain had insisted. You met George’s gaze again though, and rolled your eyes.

“Oi, mate,” you heard Fred call. He reached his twin and threw an arm around his shoulders, “what’re you doing over here, conversing with the enemy?” You rolled your eyes yet again, something you found yourself doing quite often with the two of them, and Fred just grinned obnoxiously at you. “Only joking, Y/N. I suppose if anyone had to beat us, we’re glad it’s Ravenclaw. But if you repeat that, we’ll deny it, I swear to Merlin.”

“My lips are sealed, Freddie.”

You bid them both adieu before turning back to your house, celebrating and clinking your goblets of pumpkin juice together, and through the yelps and the cheers, you missed George say to Fred that he actually quite liked the way the Great Hall looked, all decorated in blue.

Orange

“How about you get to work on the ground Unicorn horn, and I’ll try and get this water crystalized?” you offered.

Today’s lesson was to brew the Oculus Potion, in the event any of you ever needed to restore someone’s sight. In an attempt to separate them, Snape had paired George with you and Fred with another Ravenclaw who didn’t look happy at all at the prospect of having him as her partner. You peered over the cauldron at George and said, “No worries. We’ve only got thirteen steps. I reckon if we keep at this without any distractions, we’ll be finished before the rest of class.”

“Better get cracking, then,” George replied.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence; you tensed a few times when Snape meandered by your table, peering down into your cauldron and scoffing, for you were certain that an attempt at any type of potion would never live up to his unrealistic expectations of two sixteen-year-olds.

A little while later, you realized that the heat emitting from all of the cauldrons was making the entire classroom incredibly warm. “Blimey, could he open a bloody window, or something?” you asked, ignoring the fact that there were absolutely no windows in the dungeons. George laughed and continued to add the crystalized water into your cauldron as you pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you in your white button down and blue and grey tie. You pulled your hair back off of your neck and said, “Alright, be sure to only add the water until it turns indigo, George.”

The poor lad hadn’t been paying attention, because your potion was far past indigo at this point. In fact, it looked as though it had turned a deep, navy blue, bordering on black, as George peered at you with soft eyes and continued to pour in the crystalized water, not realizing that he was messing up your carefully brewed potion. A snapping noise pulled him from his thoughts, and a slight explosion erupted from your cauldron and caused black smoke to cover George’s face and hair.

Most of the class began to laugh, but Snape angrily shushed them and sauntered over to the two of you, clearly giddy beyond belief that he was able to deduct points from both of your houses for causing such a ruckus in his precious dungeons. George wiped a bit of the soot from his forehead as you poured in the antidote and giggled.

“Merlin, I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to get points taken from your house.”

“Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later.. don’t worry about it. Look! Good as new,” you clapped your hands together as the potion turned to the desired shade of orange before the final two steps. You met George’s look through the orange haze over your cauldron and asked him, “What had you so distracted anyway, Weasley?”

“Oh, erm -- nothing,” he replied a bit quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed how he’d stumbled over his words and immediately went back to looking rather intently at the directions. You bit back a smile and looked back down at yours too, unable to rid yourself of the nerves bubbling up inside of you as George looked up once again, stealing glances at you through the orange mist as nerves overtook him, too.

Green

“You had no right to do that! What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

George was standing across from you on the empty dance floor; the Yule Ball had ended abruptly and each and every student had filtered from the Great Hall and back to their respective dormitories, per the teachers. The two of you had managed to stay somehow, now more than ten feet away; you looked at one another with envy as a dramatic scene unfurled between you both.

The entire night had been nothing but a dream, up until that one dance. You’d waltzed in, your light green dress swaying beautifully near your ankles, your hand wrapped around your date’s arm. You waved to your friends, who stood with their respective dates as well, and promised yourself you’d catch up with them at the end of the night when you’d undoubtedly have stories to tell them of the most magical evening of your life.

Except that wasn’t how it worked out, had it?

“He was all over you!” George called, and you noticed how prominent the veins in his hands were when he threw them up in the air. “You said no, didn’t you? He asked you to come back to his dorm and you’d said no. Did you expect me to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed your wrists and tried to pull you there?”

George was right. You had said no, and truthfully, the way your date had grabbed you and attempted to drag you back to his room had really frightened you. You reckoned it was the firewhisky he’d drunk earlier that evening -- he wasn’t violent or anything, but he seemed desperate to get you there. All George had done was step in and stand up for you, so why on earth should you be angry at him?

You didn’t want to give George the satisfaction of letting him know that he was right. You were mad at him for other reasons, anyway. It should’ve been you that he asked to the ball, not that other disturbingly annoying Beauxbatons girl. It’s like he’d picked her particularly because he knew her annoying, bubbly personality and thick French accent would get right under your skin.

You softened a bit as you took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you did, George, but it wasn’t your place. I can take care of myself. He nearly knocked you right out!”

George winced at your words and brought a hand to his black and blue eye. He hadn’t even had the time to grab some ice and place it to the injury, and it was now rather swollen. “I don’t care if he knocked me to the bloody ground, I wasn’t going to let him do that to you!”

You couldn’t help it; anger took you over and you were saying things you shouldn’t have before you could second guess yourself. “Well you know what, George? Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!”

You knew your words hurt him, but you didn’t care. He looked as though he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him; he stepped backward and faltered a bit. His breathing became heavy and irregular. “You already had your date when I asked her, Y/N -- don’t you dare try and pin this on me.”

He was right, yet again. You couldn’t help it. Big, fat tears were falling down your face now and you reckoned you wouldn’t be able to salvage the rest of the hideousness that was this evening. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and noticed the smears of black mascara and eyeliner on your skin. He inched forward now and opened his arms, but you backed away, still not ready to show him any affection.

You were being a git, but the truth was, you’d waited until the very last possible second for George to ask you to the ball. So when he didn’t, you begrudgingly agreed to the Hufflepuff who’d stepped forward and asked you himself. And as you walked swiftly passed George and up the steps to your common room, you realized that though you’d said yes, your heart had been with the Weasley boy you so adored the entire evening.

In truth, what he’d done was brave and full of love and passion. But you were still filled with hurt.

The green monster of jealousy that you’d felt when you’d watched him dance with his date was such a vice, but you just couldn’t help how you felt.

You left George alone in the desolate Great Hall as he let his head fall into his hands, pushing down his fury and tears.

Grey

You hadn’t gone back to him, that boy from the Yule Ball. You thought about it, but you figured you’d spare George more anger.

He’d approached you, your date, the day afterwards, apologizing profusely for his behaviour and how embarrassed he was at the whole ordeal. He’d asked you for lunch, only if you were okay, and you politely declined. “Friends,” you’d said, and he smiled pitifully, but gratefully, and took your hand in his to shake it.

It was so stupid, wasn’t it? Fighting with George over this. So he hadn’t asked you to the Yule Ball, so what? It wasn’t the end all, be all, was it? And he’d stood up for you, hadn’t he? When things had gotten a little out of control. He hadn’t been your date, but he had been your saviour.

It had only been a week since the dance and you two hadn’t said a word to one another. Fred had begged you too. “Come on, Y/N, you know he’s real sorry. Can’t you just forgive him? Blimey, it’s a right difficult thing to do, splitting my time between you both.”

You merely pressed your lips together and huffed. “He can come apologize to me himself, Fred. He doesn’t need you to do it for him.”

But later that afternoon, you figured, why wait? This whole thing was so dramatic and stupid. And so after rereading the same page eight times due to your lack of concentration, you jumped up from your chair in the Ravenclaw common room and made way toward the Great Hall, as fast as your legs could carry you. You were just going to tell him exactly that -- that this entire thing was dumb, and that you were thankful for him, and that bloody hell, you missed him. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic -- it had only been six days, right? You couldn’t help it. You missed him. You missed him a lot.

The thought of finally speaking to him after a very dramatic week apart made your heart flutter, and a very wide smile split your face just as you were about to round the last bend before the Great Hall.

And then you saw it. Them. Tucked away in a corner near a deserted classroom -- tangled together, George’s hands on her waist, hers in his long red hair. Her lips nearly on his. Smiling, giggling. Kissing him.

That bloody annoying Beauxbatons girl.

You stopped short and nearly tripped over your own two feet. You opened your mouth to speak but just let your mouth tremble in silence as you watched them snog one another. Her laugh was so painfully sugary sweet, you felt as though you’d like to rip your own hair out.

You were surprised how quickly the sight of them had sent your heart plummeting into your stomach. Somewhere in the few moments when you stood there in shock, your vision had become blurry and your face had become wet. You wiped at it with your sweater sleeve and sniffled quietly so they wouldn’t hear you. You spun on your heel and sped back toward your common room, wondering what the bloody hell had come over you when you thought of apologizing to him. You just wanted to get back to your dorm. Or perhaps back to your house in Ottery St. Catchpole. Stupid, silly girl you were.

If only you knew that George had spotted you before you’d left and froze solid in the spot he was standing, ignoring the forwardness of the Beauxbatons girl attached to his arm, his heart and mind chasing you all the way home.

Purple

The Ravenclaw common room was completely empty except for you. You always did this, though -- each and every year, you were always the last to finish packing. Not because you were a procrastinator, but because you hated admitting to yourself that another year was over, and you were another year closer to impending graduation.

Someone popped through the door and said your name softly. You turned and saw George standing there with a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said, “train’s here. You almost ready to go?”

You groaned and looked back down at your trunk, now fully packed. “If I’ve got to be.” You felt like an absolute idiot that those few words brought tears to your eyes so easily. “Oi, here I go again.”

George laughed lightly and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll be back in no time, you’ll see again how quickly the summer holidays go.”

“But George, it’s our last year!” you cried. And then you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, because you didn’t fancy the idea of boarding the train with smudged makeup and a red nose. “Anyway, shall we?”

When you grabbed your trunk and headed toward the door, George gently took your hand in his and turned you around. “I’ve got something for you actually.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and clapped your hands together. “A present? It’s not even my birthday.”

But then you wondered if it was actually a present he wanted to give you, because he took your other hand in his and squeezed them, a serious look on his face. Your features twisted into that of confusion, and you’d be lying if you said that your heartbeat didn’t increase at the sight of him looking at you so earnestly. “What is it?”

“I’ve been a real git this year. Specifically, the Yule Ball. And a little while after that.”

You laughed and playfully shoved him. Though you still felt the sting of those few weeks, you two had managed to patch things up. He hadn’t lasted that long with that Beauxbatons girl anyway. “George, we’ve been over this, c’mon -- you were only doing what you thought was right. I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

“I know,” he smiled, and you could tell that he was equally as glad as you were that you two had placed that argument behind you. But what you two hadn’t touched on since then was what you’d said to him in a fit of fury: Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!

Of course he’d wanted to ask you. He’d wanted to ask you more than anything in the entire world, but each and every time he’d opened his mouth to say something, he couldn’t. Bloody nerves, and all that. Then he went and acted like a prat, making you cry, and he vowed to himself that he’d never make you cry again, unless it were happy tears.

“I realized I’ve never properly made it up to you -- not asking you to the the Yule Ball in the first place, and that time when we were nine.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. “When we were nine? What the bloody hell happened when we were nine?”

And then he pulled from his pocket the most beautiful lavender pendant you ever did see. The circular stone was outlined in the same silver as the chain, and the sun flooding in from the windows made it sparkle more than anything you’d ever seen in your life. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked back and forth from the necklace to George, and back again.

“I ruined your purple dress, remember?” he asked you. He laughed a bit, probably thinking about the ridiculous way you’d looked with red paint splattered all over you. You couldn’t believe he remembered that. “Now, it’s not a dress, but seeing as we’ve grown up a bit since then, I reckoned you’d prefer something a little nicer.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat before continuing. “I never fancied her, you know. That girl from Beauxbatons. I just...” he trailed off, searching for words he couldn’t seem to muster up. You wondered if he could hear the dramatic thump of your heart, beating loudly in the heavy silence. “It doesn’t matter. It was you I wanted to be with that night, and long after. I still do.”

Then he brushed aside your hair and placed the pendant around your neck. You peered at him through blurry vision, and surprised yourself that you were now crying due to the tenderness of his touch and the emotion in his gift and not that you two were about the board the train and leave school, no longer the same two people you were just a few moments ago.

You did the only thing you could think of and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You felt his shock, but it took him only mere milliseconds before he was kissing you back. In truth, you’d been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him -- the taste of him, the feel of your limbs entangled together, exactly how high your heart would soar. It was exactly the way first kisses were meant to be -- slow, and easy, and warm, the way it’s supposed to feel after having swam all day long -- your body limp and muscles de-tensing. You moulded perfectly with him, and when gravity (or rather, the first signal of the train’s departure) pulled you from one another, he peered at you with such affection that you felt as though you might explode.

You grabbed the pendant and held in gently in between your fingers, already having memorized the outline of the silver and the different shades of purple within it. “I am so bloody happy you threw red paint at me that day, Weasley.”

He laughed haughtily, throwing his head back before swinging an arm around your waist and pulling your trunk toward the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. “Merlin, me too.”

White

You were sitting at your kitchen table, ignoring the massive amount of work in front of you to admire your other hard work. Your cozy little flat looked just as you always imagined it would, with the added bonus of your boyfriend in the corner of the front entrance, fixing a loose coat hanger on the wall.

Never in your life did you imagine that things could be as perfect as this.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a flat you two would share one day.

You got up and brought with you his half empty glass of wine and handed it to him. Gratefully he took it and sipped before pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. But then you gently traced his jawline with your finger, down his neck, across his collar bone until he followed your move and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and chaste and everything like your first one had been. But as the alcohol worked its way through your veins, you found yourself pressing yourself harder against him.

A moan of content escaped him as you bit down on his lip and slipped your hands underneath his shirt, hands pressed against his chest. Unashamedly, you pulled him toward your bedroom, and he placed his empty wine glass next to yours on the table as he kicked the door closed.

The two of you fell backwards onto the bed in an entanglement of limbs. He hovered above you, dropping down a bit to press light kisses to your neck, in between your collarbones, behind your ears, against your jawline. You so desperately wanted to feel his weight on top of you, and so you yanked him firmly against you and kissed him in a way that there was no aching way that he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly what you wanted.

He began to undo the buttons on your shirt, taking time to press kisses into your chest at the exposed places before he stopped himself and gently ran his hands across your hips, and then your cheek. His voice was merely a whisper in the deafening silence, “Are you sure?”

He gazed at you with such tenderness and love that you knew he’d stop, if you’d asked him to. He wouldn’t go another inch further if you weren’t ready. And for you, that was more than enough.

“I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and dipped down to press lips to yours gently before continuing to make light work of your clothes. He explored every inch of you, and the sensation of his lips gently grazing your skin caused you to arch your back in pleasure. You could feel him smiling against you, wildly in love, handling you with such care as if you were a tiny glass figure he was afraid of breaking. He held you so delicately and worked his way through each and every single one of your wants with slow and gentle hands.

You’d known it was love with him; maybe not consciously, but you’d known it long before now. Love, filled with intensity and desire and longing, in its most vulnerable and fragile form -- pure, and blinding white.

Pink

The summer air wafted in through the open window in the kitchen, and you listened to Mrs. Weasley hum some Muggle song as she set the table for dessert. You placed the finishing touches on the lemon meringue pie you baked, special because it was George’s favourite and Mrs. Weasley had insisted.

You had to admit, he’d always had the outside exterior of a tough guy, but owning a business did absolute wonders for his confidence. You noticed the way he stood up a little straighter, smiled a little bigger, and most of all, just how much he gushed about all the plans you two would be able to act on, now that you were both making income of your own.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’ve absolutely knocked it out of the park with this pie, if I do say so myself.” Arthur’s praise was nothing short of wonderful; you felt the tips of your ears turn pink at his compliments. By the way Ron slouched back in his chair, looking rather chuffed indeed, you could tell he felt the same exact way. Especially when he reached for the last piece, but Hermione slapped his hand away.

“Oh my!” Molly yelped suddenly. You jumped in surprise in your seat. “Oh, Georgie dear, would you mind wandering into the field before dark? I’d love some wildflowers for the table,”

“Sure thing, mum.” George replied before turning to you and squeezing your hand. “Want to tag along?”

You said, “Of course” at the exact same time Ron said “I’ll come along too, I could use a good walk” and if you hadn’t been so focused on George’s tender gaze, you almost would’ve missed Fred silently hissing at Ron and Hermione slapping his hand yet again. “On second thought,” Ron swallowed thickly, “I’d better stay here and help you clean up, mum.”

“Atta boy, Ronniekins,” Molly said. To you and George, she continued, “You two better get going -- not long now before it turns dark!”

George stood and pulled you to your feet. “You coming, love?”

“I go where you go.”

About twenty minutes later, as the setting sun had blended with the light purples and pinks of the sky, you’d found yourself with a rather beautiful bouquet of wildflowers for Molly. You turned to George, who was leaning against the tree and smiling at you, and asked, “Shall we get going darling? Don’t want to be too late. I reckon your mum will come out here searching for us if we spend an evening among the stars.”

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, actually.” His grin deepened, and then he said, “you’re lucky I don’t have any pranks up my sleeve right now.”

You look up at the tree and recognized the place where he’d infuriated you all those long years ago. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before twirling in your dress. “I am lucky. I was able to get a new dress after the one you so lovingly ruined. Though I will admit -- I wasn’t all that big of a fan of those puffy sleeves. This one’s much more adult.”

George arched his eyebrow in surprise before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Oh yes it is.”

You slapped him playfully and pointed your finger at him. “Alright you prat, calm yourself, you’ll have to wait until we get back to our flat for any funny business.”

But then you realized, as George’s features turned from mischievous to genuine within the matter of seconds, that there was definitely more pressing matters than funny business on his mind.

And then he was telling you how he’d only teased you back then because he’d found you so bloody cute, and how he should’ve asked you to the Yule Ball and regretted every single day that he didn’t, and how he’d never met anyone who could play Quidditch quite as well as you, and how bloody happy he’d been when you’d kissed him that day in the Ravenclaw common room. And then knelt down and he asked it, the words you’d imagined since you were a little girl, strung together with such fondness and emotion and tenderness that you weren’t quite sure how you were standing upright.

You’d already begun to nod quickly through your tears before he finished, but would he really be George Weasley if he didn’t tease you, just a little? “Say yes,” he laughed, “say yes and marry me and be my wife for as long as you’ll have me.”

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed you and picked you up and whirled you around in the field and held you gently in his arms as though you were a precious glass figurine and he was doing everything in his power to hold you delicately.

“Yes. I say yes.”

Black & White

You asked, When did you first know?

And he answered, I always knew.

You both ran back up the aisle, your white dress fluttering around your ankles, his black suit hugging the curves of his arms, and into the field and away from the party, momentarily, to celebrate your first moments as husband and wife in the place where he’d figured it all out.

He’d known since that afternoon when he’d handed you those yellow dandelions that he would bring you back here one day, to ask you to be his wife. He’d known, in the Ravenclaw common room when he gave you that purple pendant, still dangling from your neck, that one day he’d also give you a ring. He’d known, all those long years ago, that he wanted to marry you, and that you would say yes, when he’d finally ask.

And now, in front of your friends and family, he’d vowed to love you -- love in it’s purest and simplest form, love -- with all it’s sentiment and emotion and vulnerability. He vowed to love you and only you for the rest of his life.

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Nannyette

Chapter 8 – World War MDC

Chapter 1     Chapter 7

**Spoilers for Knives Out!! I forgot to warn people**

Tim knocked on Dick’s door and waited impatiently for Marinette to answer.  Dick was supposed to get home from his shift soon, if a development on one of his cases didn’t pop up at the last minute, and Tim would be able to take Marinette out for their date.  After a wait that lasted forever, about 3 minutes, Marinette opened the door for him.

Tim looked up at her with a smile and immediately flinched back.  “Jesus Christ! Holy Crap!” he screamed out seeing her face.  He grabbed the fabric over his heart in an attempt to slow down his racing heart.  “What the hell happened to you?” He started examining her face in confusion. Marinette’s face was caked with different colors of lipstick and eye shadow and Tim was sure there was more but he didn’t know what.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him warningly.  “I know you’re impressed with the amazing work Mar’i did to get me ready for our date tonight, but please don't curse in front of her.”

“Ahh, that explains…” Tim walked over to where she was and crouched down to look her in her eyes.  “Mar’i, you did that?”

“Yep I did.” She answered excitedly.

“It looks beautiful, cupcake. You did a great job.” Tim assured her, ruffling her hair.

Mar’i grinned proudly and skipped away.  Tim leaned against the back of the couch and grabbed Marinette, pulling her closer to him, his hands resting on her hips.  He looked over her face again with an amused smile, “You look like a victim in a zombie apocalypse movie.”

Marinette laughed and looked down self-consciously. She ran her hands through her hair nervously.  “Why thank you.”  

Tim hooked his finger under her chin, which he was fairly sure was unmarked, to get her to look at him.  “I meant the hot one that survives and kills all the zombies.” Tim smiled at her.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds unsure how to respond.  She finally started giggling.  “You say the most flattering things to me.”  

She pushed up to give him a quick peck, but he leaned back out of her reach.  “Nuh uh. You’re not getting me.  I’m surviving this apocalypse.” Tim laughed, dodging her attempts at a kiss but refusing to lean too far away from her or let go of her hips.  Marinette pouted at him.  Tim’s face turned to mock solemnness.  “I will mourn your loss of course.”

“I thought I survived!” She cried in pretend outrage, gently slapping his shoulder.

Tim cringed.  “I didn’t want you to know.  I wanted you to still have hope.  But, unfortunately you fell to the hordes.  I’m the only one left.”

“So you’re the hot one that survives and kills all the zombies?”

Tim shrugged and smirked at her. “You think I’m hot?”

Marinette narrowed her eyes and puckered her lips. She leaned away and looked toward where Mar’i had run off to.  “Mar’i, don’t you think Tim would look amazing with a makeover for the date, too.”

“Noooooo,” he called out quietly, collapsing his head on her shoulder.  “So close to surviving, but it’s total annihilation.”

“I have the makeup!  Come on Uncle Tim,” Mar’i insisted pulling his hand toward the kitchen island.  Tim gave Marinette a mock glare as he let Mar’i pull him away.

After twenty minutes, during which time Marinette had prepared a snack for Mar’i and cleaned up the mess they had made playing earlier, Mar’i finally deemed Tim’s makeover complete.  “Marinette!  Marinette, look!  I made Tim so handsome!” she proudly crowed to Marinette.

Marinette made her way over and took in Tim’s appearance. There was long red streaks marking his face from forehead to jaw.  He truly looked like he had gotten attacked by someone with long, thick nails.  “Oh, he looks so handsome.” She gave him a smirk as she gently tilted his head from side to side to get the full effect.  Tim tried to give her an annoyed look but couldn’t help smiling instead.  “You are so talented, Mar’i.  It looks so good.”

Mar’i looked away shyly. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.  Now, can you start putting the makeup away and then I have a snack ready for you.”

“Okay.” She jumped up and grabbed the first container of makeup and headed back to her room.

As soon as she was out of the room, Marinette turned to Tim.  “Welcome to the apocalypse.” Marinette giggled at him and giving him a few comforting, patronizing pats on the back.

Tim smiled back, pulled her between his legs, and ran his hands through her hair to avoid the makeup that was caked on her face, neck, and the parts of her chest left exposed by her shirt.  “The apocalypse doesn’t seem so bad.  I’ll get to spend it with you.”

Marinette giggled and almost laid her head on his shoulder.  “Sorry about that.”  She wiped imaginary marks off of his shoulder.  “I was so mesmerized by your flirting I almost lost myself.”

Tim pretended not to notice the sarcasm in her voice.  “Good. I’m glad to hear it’s effective.”

Marinette opened her mouth to respond when Dick finally came home.  “Sorry, sorry, Marinette.  Something happened and I had to write it up before I left.”  He finally looked up at the two and did a double take.  “You two look like a rouge attack gone wrong,” he said quietly.  He turned toward Mar’i’s room to call out loudly, “Mar’i, honey, did you do Uncle Tim and Aunt Marinette’s makeup?”  He smirked at the double squeaks Tim and Marinette let out in response.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed happily running out of the back room to fly into his arms for a hug.  “I did!  Don’t they look amazing?”

“They certainly do,” he chuckled and shook his head.

Tim cringed.  “Yeah, we should probably clean up before we leave.”  Marinette scoffed at him and shook her head pityingly.  He looked at her curiously.  Surely she didn’t plan on leaving the apartment looking like this.  There was no way.

“You can’t take my makeup off!  It’s for your date.  Don’t you like it?” Mar’i looked up at him with wide, wet eyes.

He looked over to Marinette who gave him a knowing look that let him know she knew exactly how this was going to play out. They were leaving the apartment with this makeup on.  “No! Yes, of course I love the makeup. It’s gorgeous.  It just maybe isn’t right for a first date.” Tim gave her a strained smile.

Mar’i looked down and sniffled.  “Okay.”

“I meant, maybe I need a bit more makeup?” He tried instead.  “I’m not as naturally gorgeous as Marinette is,” he looked over at her with a smirk, “I need more help than she does.”  Marinette rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her lips.

Mar’i brightened up immediately and started sorting through the container of makeup she hadn’t put away yet.  “Okay!”

Dick clapped him on the back and leaned in to whisper, “Smooth recovery.  Got on both of their good sides with that.”  Tim shrugged at him and sat back down so Mar’i could make him look even better.

It only took Mar’i a few more minutes to make Tim look even more handsome.  Marinette and Tim thanked her again for her help and were finally able to leave for their date.  Tim looked at the time as they waited for the elevator.  It was now too late for them to go home, get ready, and make it to the restaurant on time.  He sighed and studied her, more specifically her makeup, for a few moments.  He leaned against the wall and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her.  “Hey, what do you say to staying in for our date instead?”

She grinned cheekily at him.  “What, don’t want to be seen in public with this?” She motioned to her face and neck.

Tim chuckled and tightened his arms around her waist.  “I wouldn’t want to start a panic of people thinking there was a new rogue out there tearing people’s faces off.  We already have Black Mask for that.  But I was thinking how nice it would be to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about Mar’i waking up or Dick walking in on us.”  He gave her a chaste kiss pulling away just far enough to talk.  “No dressing up, no pretentious restaurants.  Just order food, watch a movie, cuddle under a blanket… I can show you my apartment this time.”

Marinette sighed and relaxed into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.  “That sounds amazing.  But you do realize, even if we went out it wouldn’t need to be to a fancy, pretentious restaurant.  I just want to spend time with you.  It could be a coffee shop, a corner diner, a picnic in the park.  I don’t care.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed out happily.  “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Marinette blushed and took a few seconds to gather her thoughts.  “And just because we couldn’t take the makeup off in front of Mar’i doesn’t mean we can’t take it off now.” She pulled a few face wipes out of her bag and offered him one.

“Thank you,” Tim smiled and started rubbing vigorously as they walked onto the elevator.  He groaned when he saw his reflection in the elevator doors.  “I don’t think this is going to be enough.” Marinette giggled and helped him wipe off his makeup, standing closer than strictly necessary to accomplish the task, which Tim did not object to at all.

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“So, this is my place,” Tim opened the door to the townhouse and held her hand to guide her in.  “Did you want the tour?”

Marinette looked around in awe.  “Tim!  What the hell?  This isn’t an apartment.  This is like a… oh my god.  This is amazing.”

“You like it?” he asked nervously.

“Like it?  Tim, this is amazing.  I…” her eyes kept darting around the multistory, open concept, sleek townhouse, “I’m speechless.  It’s beautiful.”  Tim let out a relieved breath and smiled at her.  She looked at him incredulously.  “You couldn’t have actually thought I might not.”

He shrugged at her and stroked her cheek. “I just… want you to be impressed.”

“Oh Tim… you already impress me.” She shook her head gently and looked at him with sincerity and adoration.  “I already think you’re amazing and I still would even if you lived in a crappy, walk up studio apartment.  I didn’t fall for you because of your money.”

Tim beamed at her.  “Oh no?  What was it then?”

She grinned up at him cheekily.  “Clearly, your post-apocalyptic good looks.”

Tim barked out a laugh and gently rubbed his thumbs along her cheek.  “Speaking of, do you want to wash your face first or want me to go first?”

Marinette leaned into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her.  “You can go first.”

“Okay.  Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.  I’ll just wash my face and be right back.  The remote is right over there if you want to turn on something to watch.”

She nodded to him and started looking around his home taking in all the decorations and the enormous saltwater fish tank. “Fucking rich people,” she muttered to herself with a small laugh.  She stopped in front of some of a few large photographs hanging on the wall.  She studied them for a few minutes before laughing so loudly, Tim came hurrying in to see what was so funny.

He looked at her questioningly and she shook her head, unable to stop laughing, the bewildered look on his face making her laugh harder.  “You weren’t even trying to hide it were you?” she finally managed to get out through the laughter.

He gave her a completely baffled look, “Hide what?”

“Your identity.”

“What do you mean?” He whipped his head around looking for the source of her comment.  He was careful.  Exceptionally.  He didn’t slip up and leave weapons around.  He did NOT leave his suit in his closet.  There should be nothing here to give away his identity.

She motioned to the pictures she was standing next to.  “This is clearly taken from the top of Titan Tower.  These look like they were taken mid-swing.  Who can do that but a hero?  Who could get those but a hero?”

Tim looked between the pictures and her a dumbfounded look on his face.  He’d had a number of people in his home before that never even gave the pictures a second glance.  He’d had Titans in his home before and none of them had even noticed.  He was again struck by how incredible she was.  

He chuckled and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.  “You ever thought about being a hero?  Because you would be amazing at it.  You can already kick ass.  You’re smart. You’re observant.  You notice the details nobody else does.  You try to help others.” He looked at her adoringly. “You’d be amazing,” he let out breathlessly.

Marinette froze for a moment and gave him a nervous chuckle, pushing hair that hadn’t been loose behind her ear.  She looked down, avoiding his eyes.  “Thank you.  I don’t think I’d… I’m honored you think so.”  She steeled herself and looked back up at him with a faked coy smile and took a step closer. “That means a lot coming from a hero like you.”

“Vigilante,” he quietly corrected.

“I know what I said,” she answered just as quietly, pulling him down to meet her lips in an affectionate and insistent kiss. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, making it hungrier and more passionate.

He pulled away after a few minutes.  “I’ll order the food and get a movie set up while you get cleaned up.  Sound good?” he asked quietly, his breath fanning over her lips as he spoke.  She nodded mutely, still recovering her breath after the kisses that stole it, thankful Tim was holding her up.  She was pretty sure her knees would have given out if he hadn’t been.

After she had washed her face and reapplied her makeup herself, she emerged from the bathroom that was larger than her apartment, feeling refreshed and a little less scary looking.  She found Tim lounging on the couch, looking through movie listings.  Her breath hitched slightly at the sight.  He looked so handsome sitting like that and she couldn’t believe he had chosen her.  She bit her bottom lip to keep her smile from becoming too wide, but it didn’t work. There was no holding it back.

Tim looked up from the television and gave her a beaming smile.  “Hey, the food is on its way and I think I found the perfect movie,” he said motioning to the spot next to him for her to sit.  His expression was too innocent though.  Marinette eyed him suspiciously, but still sat in the spot he indicated and cuddled up to him.  He grinned mischievously and hit the select button to bring up the movie’s details.

Marinette groaned good-naturedly and buried her head in his shoulder.  “It made me think of you,” his grin widened as the theme for World War Z played in the background.

Marinette pulled back to give him an unamused look. “You’re terrible and I don’t know why I like you.”

He shrugged smugly.  “It’s the fish tank.”

Marinette scoffed and rolled her eyes.  “I assure you it isn’t.”

Tim gave her a mock pout.  “That hurts.  Okay so, World War Z?”

Marinette hesitated and gave him a nervous look. “Can we… not?  I get the joke, but it gives me flashbacks.”

Tim gave her a confused look.  “Flashbacks?”

“Yeah.  Zombies.” She shuddered at the memory.  

“Yeah, let’s discuss that one a bit more. Zombies?”

“Zombies,” she confirmed with a curt nod.  “It was one of our akumas.  One of the more effective ones.  Almost everyone in Paris became one.  They passed it by kissing.  Then you became mindless kissing machines.”

“I’ve known a few people at some galas like that,” he tried to joke to lighten the mood.

She let out a mirthless chuckle appreciating the awkward attempt to change the subject. “Yeah, me too.  And a few frat parties.”  

“Okay, no horror movies,” he nodded, returning his attention to the movies listing.  “What about the Majestia movie that just came out?”

Marinette froze and quirked her lips to the side thinking about how to respond.  She loved Majestia.  In fact she and Adrien had just gone to visit her a few weeks before, but the movie was sooooo not a realistic representation of her.  They got so many details wrong, including every detail about Knight Owl. She could not in any way sit through that movie without criticizing it ruthlessly, revealing she knew them and knew everything about the movie was wrong.  “How about a murder mystery?  Or do you figure them out too quickly to enjoy them?  Oh!  Have you seen Knives Out?”

Tim shook his head and started navigating to the movie.  “I have not and I take it as a challenge to see how quickly I can figure it out.”

Forty minutes later, the food had arrived and been eaten and they had just gotten back to cozying up to watch the movie.  “So we agree Captain America is the killer, right?”

Marinette snorted, “Well, obviously.”

“So,” Tim angled his face to look at Marinette, “we’ve already solved the mystery and there is about an hour and a half left of the movie.”

Marinette leaned her head back to look at him. “Yes?”

“I’m just saying we don’t really have a reason to pay attention anymore,” he pointed out suggestively.

“I see your point.” She nodded sagely.  “So what you’re saying is you want to play a game.”

He smothered a grin at the game she was playing. “Of sorts,” he confirmed.

“Want to get out Chess or Risk?”  Her voice was innocent, but her hands running up and down his arms and shoulders were anything but.

He shook his head at her as he turned her around to fully face him.  “I’m not allowed to play Risk anymore.” She raised her eyebrow at him encouraging him to explain.  “Something about taking world domination too seriously.”

She giggled.  “So Settlers of Catan is out too then.”  Tim let out a frustrated huff and nodded.  Marinette giggled harder and traced the edge of his jaw.  “So you were thinking a video game then?”

He hummed as though in thought as he pushed forward, forcing her to lean back.  “I was thinking something more physical.”

“Oh!  Like DDR?” She looked up at him through her eyelashes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He moved his face closer until his nose was ghosting against her jaw.  “What about something more about making each other feel good than scoring points.”

“Ahh, an exercise game,” she offered breathlessly.

“Something like that,” Tim nodded before closing the gap between them.

“That was a great movie,” Marinette whispered against Tim’s lips an hour and a half later as the movie credits rolled up the screen.  She looked up at him coquettishly as his face hovered over hers.  “We should watch it again soon.”

“Or at all,” Tim chuckled.  He brushed Marinette’s hair out of her face and gazed at her face flushed from kissing through the entire movie.  He gave her a quizzical look.  “Are we… No.  That’s not what I meant to say.”  He frowned at himself and looked away.  

Marinette smiled at him and caressed his cheek. “What did you want to say?”

He looked back up at her with a nervous smile. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Marinette’s smile widened until it was beaming. “Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly before pulling him back down so they could miss the next movie as well.

Chapter 9

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