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starry-bi-sky · 4 months

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thomas wayne au excerpts - things that could've been part of a grander fic except there's no grander fic

thomas wayne au - an au i made last year where danny is literally just. thomas wayne. his full name was Daniel Thomas Fenton and he started going by Thomas Nightingale after he was disowned. because of course. here is a link to the first post if anyone wants to see a more in depth view of the au (its also the start of me using the ‘danny fenton is not the ghost king’ au lmao

additional info: bruce is the result of a failed cloning attempt from vlad - vlad used a combination of danny's dna and an unnamed girl (Martha's) to make him to try and balance out the ectoplasm use. this resulted in a slightly liminal but otherwise completely human and stable baby boy. Bruce is, by all accounts, Danny's biological son. Danny named him Bruce

Danny was 24 when he died, he took in Bruce when he was 16. He is, so far, a single father in this au. (But if I WERE to add martha she wouldn't be sam or a DP character but rather a separate character on her own.)

Essentially they would go as:

Martha, 19: water does terrifying things to corpses

Danny, 19, half ghost: *heart eyes* really? tell me more they're morticia and gomez your honor

---- Like starlight -----

Bruce's father could light up a room. He was like a sun, his gravitational field could just pull you in, and before you knew it you'd be orbiting around him like one of his many planets.

He's seen it in action before, in the rare moments Thomas Wayne would allow him to accompany him to the socialite events he went to; the fundraisers; the charities. Bruce, as tall as his father's waist, would cling to his leg and watch as people drifted towards him and his star-blinding smile.

It's fitting that his father's favorite thing in the world were stars, he fit right in with them.

As an adult, Bruce has tried copious amount of times to mimic him. To try and capture a fraction of that light, that charm, in his own act - but here's the thing. Thomas Wayne wasn't made of starlight only in front of the cameras, he was made of starlight outside of it as well.

(So when older socialites laugh and tell him he's so much like his father, Bruce just thinks they are liars. They've only ever seen the Thomas Wayne his father showed them, Bruce is nothing like his father.)

In the manor, whatever room he stepped into seemed to brighten, and maybe it was just Bruce's own child-memory fuzzing it to raise his father onto a pedestal, but he stands by it. His father was a solar system, his very own galaxy. Bruce was just the lucky planet that was close enough to orbit him.

--------- arrival time ------

Ancients, ancients, what the fuck convinced Danny to ever go to Gotham of all places? Crime Capitol of the world? He's not sure, but he's been wandering around the country for the last few months, swapping between flying late at night as Phantom, and taking the busses and trains when he had the money, and was too exhausted to fly.

And of course, what convinced him to come here with his kid no less, who was just at the cusp of turning a year old? Whose curiosity of the world was growing greater by the day? Who wanted to look around and explore, and was growing tired of being held at all hours of the day by his father.

But he was going to be held, at least for as long as they were in Gotham for. He didn't trust the stuff on the sidewalks, and he didn't trust the people walking on it. Bruce was tiny, and Danny would lose his mind if he lost him in a crowd.

In his arms, Bruce whined and wriggled, pushing at his shoulders in the signature way he did when he wanted to be let down. Danny tightened his hold, and adjusted his place on his hip.

"I know, bumblebee." Danny muttered, resting his chin on Bruce's small head. His hair was still thin, but it was dark and soft, and tickled his throat a little. "But not yet, I need to find somewhere for us to stay first."

He needed to find somewhere for them to stay, permanently. He couldn't keep living like this, and he couldn't let Bruce grow up like this either. Constantly moving, homeless, unsure of when he was going to eat next? It wasn't good for him. But he needed to find a city he liked, and after that? He wasn't sure. Where did he start?

But Bruce doesn't like his answer, he whines at him, louder, and his wriggling increases. He wants down, he wants to move. They were in a new place again, he wanted to explore. He's too little to fully understand what his dad's saying. "Dada." He said, his voice thick with the accent of a child first learning to speak.

"I know," Danny repeats, stressing the word as his eyes flitted about. There was a park nearby -- maybe he and Bruce could stop there for a bit. Bruce could move around, and Danny could figure out his next move.

It was getting dark, he didn't want to be out in Gotham when it was dark. Shuffling, he moved the inside of his jacket to wrap around Bruce better. It was getting cold, too. Last winter with Bruce had been hellish - Bruce's liminality meant that Danny's immunity to the cold hadn't been passed down to him. Danny had spent all winter terrified that Bruce was going to get sick and die. He didn't want to go through that stress again, especially now that Bruce would be moving.

He hoped they could find new living arrangements soon.

---- dniwer eht klolc - clockwork's conversation ---

Laughing quietly as Bruce ran out of the room, Danny turned his attention back to the mirror, his fingers curled around the knot of his tie. They'd been planning this outing for weeks since the movie was first announced, and Danny wasn't going to let anything ruin tonight.

Humming under his breath, his hands fell from his tie and he steps back. They were leaving in half an hour, at best, but experience from the last six years has taught Danny that he wants to be ready before then.

In his reflection, the clock behind him stops ticking, and a wave of nothing washes over him, a subtle shift he's gotten used to that was the sensation of time stopping. Ticking, soft and coming from all four sides of the room, filled his ears.

Danny's smile drops. And behind him, Clockwork swirled into existence like a blackhole reversing its pull. "Don't go out tonight, Thomas." He says, his voice stern.

That wasn't happening.

He reaches up to push back a loose strand of hair out of his face. "Does something happen to Bruce, Clockwork?" He asks, his voice deceptively calm. That would be the only reason he would postpone tonight. If it endangered Bruce, then he would just have to break the news to him that they'd have to go tomorrow.

In the reflection, Clockwork's lips thinned, pressing together tersely. He looked tense, the grip on his staff was tight, tighter than Danny's seen it before in recent years. And it worried him a little.

Clockwork is silent for a few seconds, hesitant, before he finally speaks. "No, Bruce will be fine." He says, and uncharacteristic of him, he shuffles, "But--"

Ah, good then. Danny's smile returns briefly across his face. Then it could be something Danny can handle. "But nothing then, Clockwork." He says, interrupting the Ancient firmly. He leans back slightly to look over himself again in the mirror, before going to undo his tie. He's changed his mind about it.

"Boo has been looking forward to our movie all week, I'm not crushing his hopes by changing my mind last minute." In just a few seconds the tie was off his neck and tossed onto bed behind him. And Danny was reaching over the dresser beside him to grab a pearl necklace, he normally didn't wear it, it belonged to Mrs. Wayne and he inherited it after she and Mr. Wayne passed away last year. It wouldn't hurt to wear it for a special occasion like this.

Clockwork's lips tightened, and his shoulders tensed up. "Thomas," He says lowly, "Please."

...Clockwork never said please. Danny's never heard him say please in the last ten years he's known him. This... must have been pretty serious -- but, his core tugged at him. He couldn't cancel without finding the reason why. Bruce was so important to him, Danny couldn't break his heart with this without learning why. He wouldn't allow it, and neither would his core.

He hooks the necklace around his neck and turns to face Clockwork, frowning deeply. "Does something happen tonight?" If he knew the reason -- he just needed to know the reason.

Clockwork stares at him, and something that Danny can't catch appears across his face. "...I cannot tell you." He says after a long moment, his voice quiet.

That... is not the answer Danny wants. He won't cancel.

He frowns. "If something happens tonight..." He says slowly -- Clockwork said that Bruce is unharmed. That must mean Danny was able to handle it. He allows himself to smile reassuringly, and he steps forward to clap a hand on Clockwork's shoulder. "Then I will handle it, alright? I promise."

He gets no response back. Clockwork's expression unreadable as he nods silently - Danny's anxiety curls in his gut. He's being so unlike himself. But he shakes Clockwork's shoulder gently and steps around him, leaving the room.

After a minute, he feels time return to normal.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dp crossover #dpdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dc x dp #dp dc #dp dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #danny is thomas wayne au #danny calling bruce 'bumblebee' >>>>>#he adores his kid man. absolutely loves him. he'd give him the world on a silver platter if he even so much asked.#dont have many tag thoughts for this au unfortunately. its pr straight forward considering danny is going to die when bruce is eight #left the movie they went to see pr ambiguous since mark of zorro came out in 1940 #only thought of it now that danny wore the pearls as i was writing this. just for the extra reference to canon #single dad danny #martha and danny would fall in love with each other via hyperfixations. they'd be engaged by the time they died.#their wedding would be in a month - little bruce was gonna be ringbearer at his dad's wedding :) and he'd already be calling Martha mom #danny: CW said bruce was unharmed tonight so everything will be fine :) i will handle it.#danny: dies and becomes a whalefall - and thus incapable of returning as a ghost to watch over bruce #yeah clockwork meant physically unharmed. he was in pain while talking to danny - his boy was gonna die tonight and he was never gonna see #him again bc danny wasnt coming back as a ghost.

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earthstellar · 11 months

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what are some other nice moments from Rescue bots?

This show is loaded with them!!! :)

Here we go, some nice moments in Rescue Bots!!

I'm going to write this with the assumption that some people reading this may not have ever seen Rescue Bots or might only be somewhat familiar, as I realise the target audience skews much younger than most Transformers media does, so I'm not 100% sure how popular it was outside of that demographic in total.

Off the top of my head:

-There is an in-universe VR game called Element Quest that has a couple really good episodes, the design is cute and there are tons of meme references. Blades, at one point, goes "I used to like video games. Then I took an arrow to the knee." LOL

-I think it's cool how they actually do tie in their continuity with TFP's continuity. For example, "What Rises Above" (RB) canonically comes before "Nemesis Prime" (TFP), and this is directly referenced in the dialogue in TFP when Optimus says that he is late arriving to the base as he was exploring an underground energon deposit-- This is the deposit he explores with the Rescue Bots.

-THERE IS A MUSICAL EPISODE. IT IS EXTREMELY GOOD

-Woodrow Burns, the Chief's brother, is kind of an idiot asshole, although he's not actively malicious. But he is great with the kids and for whatever reason the only thing I can ever remember about this character is when he goes up to Cody after it's been a long time since he saw him last and says "You've grown a whole foot since the last time I saw you-- Now you'll need three socks!" IDK I just think that's a real cute dad joke thing to say to a little kid lol :')

-There is an episode where they explore the local folklore of Griffin Rock, and TL;DR the local lore is that their island is where literal griffins used to nest seasonally. So throughout the episode, there's this kind of vibe of "OK are these electrical magnetic pulses or whatever like a science problem or a magic problem" and it's actually a very cute and fun vibe, especially since Cody is talking about the lore in the first place as part of his work towards a Scouts badge and Blades is very cute in this episode, the bots are all like "okay magic isn't real but uhhh what if magic's real?" for a minute and it's great :')

-Doc Greene/Green creates a ton of fun science devices throughout the show, but the names of some are just so doofy and fun. I love the "Torna-Don't", which is a thing designed to dispel tornados. Of course. lmao

-All the weird small town local events are also very silly and cute, and weirdly realistic for those of us who are familiar with this kind of local event thing, lmao. One of my favourite concepts is one of what seems to be several crawdad-related festivals, in which there is apparently a televised crawdad race. It's a bunch of shrimps put on a tiny racetrack, like Olympic runners. LOL

-At one point, Blurr shows up, and when the Rescue Bots are trying to acclimate him to working with humans, Chase is like "Humans seem to have two genders, which are defined by how many cooties they have." This implies that as far as the Rescue Bots are aware, 1) cooties are real and 2) human gender is defined solely by how many cooties a person has, and not by anything else, thus leaving their understanding of human gender fairly open (and it is also clear they have solely learned about gender from young kids in a small town which is likely why they state there are two genders but then make it clear that gender is a cooties thing and not an inherently physical thing, which makes sense in context and is kind of great because it gives more leeway for gender diversity than I expected) and I love this a lot. What is human gender? Cooties. That's all. So someone with a particularly high number of cooties could be another gender altogether, because why not?

-There is a body swap episode, which treats us to Blades in Dani's body trying on dresses in her room. He picks an orange and white one, which matches his paint job. I also love this a lot.

-Heatwave is gruff as hell especially at the start of the series and constantly starts shit or perpetuates shit with Kade, which is super funny. Just this centuries old Cybertronian fucking with this doofus boy who keeps leaving donuts in his cab. God dammit Kade, lmao.

-There is an episode where Cody is aged up via Science Device, and we get to see an older Cody, who more closely resembles his father than his older brother does. It's cute that he'll look like his dad when he's older. :')

During this episode, he assists in a rescue, and the girl his brother has a crush on tries to hit on him, but he clearly doesn't get what's happening and thinks it's icky because of course he does, he's a kid. I just think this scene is handled well and it's cute that his reaction to being hit on is still "ewww girls" but his brother is still absolutely pissed off about it anyway LMAO like jesus Kade, relax

-Kade's mostly an asshole but he's shown to be a really good rescuer who genuinely cares about people, and he has moments where he really comes through for his family and realises on his own that he should shut up and back down on his bullshit, thus making him a better developed and more realistic asshole brother character than 99% of asshole brother characters in most shows. I think this is pretty solid because it does lead to effective character development here and there, and it makes his positive moments with his family and the bots that much nicer. :)

-Cody is such a good kid. He is often willing to give people or ideas a chance when nobody else will, and even though he's too young to actively participate in most missions, he stays involved by helping at their dispatch centre. He's a smart little dude, who has a lot of heart and a ton of potential. One of the few child characters in anything that I actually like, because I think they write him extremely well: He is young, but he is not stupid. He is not treated like an accessory or like the property of his family, he's his own person with a distinct personality within his family, with a reasonable amount of autonomy. And he's a person who is still learning and has valuable contributions while also needing guidance or support at times. 10/10

-Dani gradually gets better at helping Blades deal with his flight anxiety (and sticks up for him when the others might mock him a little for it), and this is not only inherently very nice and cute, but it also makes a lot of sense as she is a first responder/medic and we see her offer the same reassurances towards the people she helps to rescue.

-The writing for the Burns Family in general is some of the best family group character writing in anything tbh, they handle the family dynamic so well in this show, and it's extra cute as the Rescue Bots all learn a lot from observing how the family takes care of one another and the townspeople they rescue. :')

-Blades has anxiety. I also have anxiety, so I am biased and clearly love this dude, lmao. He's so fucking relatable and even though sometimes the others rip on him, it is clear that they're also very proud of him for trying his best to deal with a situation which for him is particularly difficult (he was forced to take a flight capable alt-mode when this is something he is explicitly not comfortable with) and his team mates do support him, even though Heatwave is a douche sometimes (although it is clear this is usually due to stress or something else and that the actual problem isn't Blades). Over the course of the series, Blades does develop a little more confidence, and it's very cute and nice to see him puffing himself up a little more. :)

-The overall attitudes the bots have towards humans in this show is sweet. It's clear they don't really understand humanity or humans as a whole, but it also doesn't really matter because they are so specifically oriented to their local population on the island and their focus is a relatively small community of humans. They take their duties seriously and will protect this population, even if they don't really understand the people outright. They gradually start to respect the locals (and the Burns Family) more and more as they work with them, and get acclimated to Earth. They love their dumbass weird little humans :')

This leads to a lot of fun shenanigans with the bots not understanding things, or only understanding things as they have been explained by the children, which is hilarious.

-There is an episode where local thieves steal Chase, and inspired by Cody's school drama project, he decides to go undercover after watching a bunch of old detective movies. This includes him narrating things to himself, which he is called on when Dani enters the garage and asks him "Why are the lights off? Are you talking to yourself?" lmao

-Although it isn't explicitly canonical, it's easy to interpret both Chase and Blades as being neurodivergent. Both of them display various behaviours and traits which can potentially be understood in this way, and I'm just glad that there's a show for kids where two of the main characters, who are rescue workers, are shown to be competent and skilled at their jobs and accepted by the community for who they are while also being neurodivergent. <3 It's such a good vibe when the other characters support or defend these two in particular, especially when Chase or Blades might be confused or upset about something. Chief Burns is especially great working with Chase.

-Any episode where Optimus shows up in Rescue Bots usually has some gems of cuteness/silliness. The Elvis line still takes me out, LMAO. "You're bigger than Elvis!" "I have not met this Elvis, and I am unaware of his size." 10/10 writing, I fucking love Rescue Bots

-The bots constantly call out a bunch of details that are entirely appropriate for robots from space to notice and recognise as somewhat weird, whereas a lot of the human characters are so used to 1) being human and 2) living on this incredibly weird little technologically advanced island that nothing really phases them anymore. So we can actually identify more with the bots at time, despite the fact that they are also providing an outsider point of view, which is really clever! :)

-The theme song is a fucking banger. It's so good. I love this song so much. I wish we got a full version of it, but this is the best extended version of it that I've been able to find. Enjoy!!!

-There's a lot of fairly adult stuff in the show, more than I think people realise! The tone can never get too dark outright as it is intended for young kids as the primary demographic, but there's a lot of situations, conversations, etc. that are genuinely engaging and interesting from an adult perspective, which is a large part of what makes it a great watch for all ages.

Some situational examples include scenarios where children are imperilled in natural disasters, accidents, even kidnapping at one point.

Non-kid related situations include risks and threat to civilians from AI development and the dangers that uncontrolled or poorly thought out technology can cause or exacerbate, which is significant in context and also interesting to think about given our current relationship IRL with rapid tech development and concerns around how that technology is being made and applied, either in reality or in theory.

Some dialogue examples include scenes where the bots mention their grief over being unable to save Cybertron, a sense of guilt that they were in stasis for so long even though this was beyond their control, awareness that they may be the last Rescue Bots team in operation on Earth or anywhere else in the universe (a sense of loneliness and a responsibility as the last upholders of their specific creed), struggles with their sense of duty and concerns around their ability to fulfil their expectations for themselves and meet the expectations of others while rising to the demands of their unique situation, and so on.

this is already pretty long lmao, there's a ton of stuff I really like about Rescue Bots, but I hope this might encourage others to check out the show if you haven't before, it's well worth a watch! :)

#maccadam #maccadams #reply #long post #rescue bots #tf rescue bots #tf heatwave #tf blades #burns family #chief burns #cody burns #kade burns #dani burns

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lover-of-whatever · 5 months

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Fandom AUs do tend to lean towards not engaging with the material so much as treating it as a mere prompt to slap any aesthetic on. Swap AUs have become infamous for changing characters into something completely unrecognizable, but I don't think the Au is an inherently bad idea. I think Swap Au's are at their best when the two characters in question are already narrative foils and come from similar backgrounds/can easily be put in the same situation as the other.

My favorite example is kinda cheating because there is kinda basis in canon for it, but it's from one of Don't Starve Together's skin sets, called The Triumphant. The context for it is that upon being placed on the throne that controls the world of DS, you become a pawn for "Them" and they warp you into a worse version of yourself. But it's okay, you get a cool goth outfit and magic powers. Every character gets a super evil version of themselves, all but Maxwell. Maxwell as a playable character had already spent years as an evil pawn, before that he was the timid and dweebish William Carter. His time hanging out with/being used by some weird shadow shit straight up had him take on a new identity. Default Maxwell is already "Triumphant", so in order to have a skin in the set he is instead reverted back to William and literally dubbed "The Untriumphant". This is literally a Swap AU but instead of two people it's Maxwell swapping with everyone else out to kill him lmao. That in of itself is hilarious and more Swap Aus should do that actually, but that's not the example I'm going for.

Wilson is the kinda protagonist of the series, poster boy is more accurate, but he has the most involvement in the narrative for a playable character. As a result the official narrative of the game is that it was Wilson at the end of the first game that freed Maxwell from his throne and took his place. While their roles as protag and antag are loose, esp since Max is no longer the main antagonist but another guy just a part of the ensemble, they were written to have reasons to hate each outside of circumstance. While neither would admit it, they are very alike. Both are stubborn and insist on being gentlemanly, but are ultimately just massive dorks. Maxwell more the former and Wilson the latter, but Max is still subject to the butt of jokes by the rest of the cast and Wilson is literally called "The Gentleman Scientist". Both had ambitions in their respective fields but sucked at them, and when in a moment of desperation They took advantage of their desire's and offered them a trade. Max/William practices magic and Wilson science, and each insist that their. Methods let's call them is superior to the other. Their fighting is ultimately pointless, the world they live in is capable of both. They may be able to come to an agreement if they were to admit they both really wanted the same thing, knowledge. Knowledge is what drives the game; you may die and no longer have the tools of the previous sessions, but you have your memory. You can learn from your mistakes and get progress. Wilson isn't GREAT at science, but the mc/posterboy/protag is a scientist for a reason, he's as curious as the player is.

The main difference between the two is that William didn't get full understanding, his magic in the real world was all just a performance using something he didn't fully understand. He literally faked it so hard he became his persona. The extent that Wilson understands his knowledge isn't clear, but in his circumstance he has to use that to survive an environment out to kill him. When Maxwell is freed and has to live in that same environment, he does the same.

How much of Maxwell is William and how much is the result of Them? The extent of Them's influence isn't clear, but what is clear is that Maxwell would not have come into existence without Them. Every cast member has the potential to become Triumphant, not just from the potential to do evil in everyone but because They would enable that evil. Wilson's Triumphant skin is even a bloody three piece suit like Max's for Pete's sake. Wilson literally would of looked like Maxwell after taking his place. To swap the two would be to explore the worst aspects of Wilson, and William as his own character with less Them influence. What about their dynamic changes now Wilson is the one with more power? How then would they view each other? Would they still have that iconic slap fight gif or is William nicer/weaker than that?

I think it's neat :)

#dst #anaylsis #hi

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voxofthevoid · 3 months

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I voted puppyjou and the more i hear about shibuya swap im not even mad about it. It's been gnawing at my brain since chapter four of the kidnapping fic, where yuuji reminscing about being trapped ("at home" i cannot BELIEVE how close he came to saying that out loud. Yuuji you make me so unwell my fucking god.) in the forest with gojo sounded a lot like he's being domesticated. Like gojo taking his little tiger out for walkies and outside the barrier for enrichment and finger foods :))) seeing that flipped sounded fun, but oh my god.

When you said you were going to put yuuji through the horrors you weren't kidding. Kenjaku raising yuuji uh huh yes please♡

but before that, my favorite lines-

'Brat, Sukuna growls. I’ll eat you alive.

“I’m eating you dead,”'

YESS its so snarly and personal and its not civil, its just not🥰♡ It's seared in my brain, i love it and it sounds like Alt!Yuuji took that and ran. The correct response to Sukuna is eating his everything and leaving nothing, and I can't wait. And of course that means taking all the coolest parts of his design and claiming them as your own!! Irrevocably changed by the horrors we may be, but we look good doing it (●’∇’)♪ doubling the amount of arms, eyes and dicks in a scene sounds like a logistical nightmare lmao you're a legend for making it work. and wait holdup, 'blowing an oversized tongue' is there making out with the tummy mouth👀 i need to mentally prepare for sloppy tummy mouth makeouts oh my god

You 🤝 me on being made unwell by Yuuji. He adapts so well that the *checks notes* isolated forest cabin he’s literally imprisoned in gets slotted into the mental category of “home” in a span of like two months. Normal things! I’m cracking up at “gojo taking his little tiger out for walkies and outside the barrier for enrichment and finger foods,” but it really does feel like that, doesn’t it? Well, Yuuji’s about to get a lot more enrichment in his enclosure—for better or for worse.

If you want the dynamics of the kidnapping fic reversed, more than the Shibuya swap, I have another role/age reversal idea outlined that fits it so, so well—its descriptive title is “domain rape AU” and actual title is i'll be the star (you can be the horrified one), so you can imagine the…themes. But I really need the manga to finish so I can do the idea justice. For now, know that there are tiny hints of puppyjou in the Shibuya swap, mostly Yuuji treating adult!Gojou like he’d treat his teen!Gojou. For example—

“I’m sure he’s trying,” Yuuji says. He pats Satoru, a light touch at the top of his head like he’s a puppy. It stuns him silent. “You always work hard when it matters, don’t you, Satoru?”

“You look so disappointed,” Yuuji says, clearly amused. Satoru tries to school his expression, but too little too late; Yuuji pats his cheek like he’s a puppy. “Don’t pout, Satoru. You’ll get distracted if that thing’s there. And you don’t want that, right?”

The “thing” in that last passage is indeed the belly mouth! I wasn’t planning on adding it, but I did give Yuuji scars where that mouth is and where Sukuna’s extra arms would join his torso, and then my hand slipped, so Gojou mouthing at the scar turned into this: “Flesh splits open against Satoru’s lips, and an obscenely big tongue plunges into his mouth.” It only escalates from there, so sloppy belly mouth makeouts are very much on the menu 😏

…Might be a problem how much of it is there actually. It’s a longass scene. But @nearalways volunteered as my guinea pig (read: they blissfully went to sleep and woke up to 2.3k of Gojou choking on a tongue the size of a dick), and the reaction is very promising. It won’t see the light of Ao3 until 2025 though.

The correct response to Sukuna is eating his everything and leaving nothing, and I can't wait. And of course that means taking all the coolest parts of his design and claiming them as your own!! Irrevocably changed by the horrors we may be, but we look good doing it.

ANON, YOU GET IT!!! I’ve had this HC for nearly as long as I've been into JJK, fueled by how canon handles the marriage of bodies and souls, plus Gojou’s comment about Yuuji inheriting Sukuna’s CT and the fanbook information on what’d happen if Yuuji ate the Death Painting Wombs. Him actually eating them and, as hinted by the conversation with Kamo, inheriting some sort of blood manipulation made me so damn gleeful precisely because of how it could be applied to scenarios where Sukuna stays in him and gets chewed up. Cannibalism is sexy.

Shibuya swap alt!Yuuji’s version of eating Sukuna is a little different than my usual route, but you're right that he took that line and ran with it. That plus being raised by Kenjaku has made extra him fun to write.

Thanks for this lovely ask 💗

#anon #i love my anons #fic: how the story changes #fic: every version of the story

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nyxronomicon · 2 months

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Can I go on a date with Diaval to the grocery store because I forgot to get taco shells to make tacos tonight

getting it in just before moth ends RIP lmao. sorry i meant to answer this earlier but if i don't answer asks immediately they exit my brain completely forever

part of my (closed) valentine's event <3

Diaval finds your date location quite charming, he's not one to go to the grocery store himself (Rafiq and Lycaon go for the house. Rafiq basically drags Ly around the store and picks everything and Ly pays for it). Diaval thinks it's quaint to look at all the snacks humans like to eat. Actually, he gets really fucking distracted about it bc he wants to try a bunch of things. So uh, you're gonna have to wrangle him a little and please for the love of god do NOT give him a cart he will fill it up with the most heinous snacks you can imagine (I'm talking like flamin hot cheeto mac n cheese type abominations). Btw if you're not careful you're coming home with dorito taco shells. Seriously don't leave him unattended. He will literally swap them out.

Anyway, because you took him on this "fun excursion" he insists on helping you cook. He's okay at it, though he doesn't know what a spice is (he likes them, he just never bothered to learn spices in the human realm since everything is different). He really enjoys cooking with you, though. And he enjoys the food you make, of course. But he can't help picturing getting a place with just you, so you don't have to cook for the others in the mansion too. Call him selfish, but he really doesn't want to share you.

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diaval when you get home and find the doritos taco shells instead of regular ones:

#yeah there's a reason they don't bring him to the grocery store #oc diaval #heh i wanna draw him into that meme now #he just likes a little chaos ok. he likes causing problems #and they were housemates #atwh...

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virgilisspidey · 1 year

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The fregin brainrot is getting worse

What if Ao Lie and Wukong like swap fregin roles or whatever.

Goddammit this show has a chokehold on me let me just put my thoughts down

Ao Lie and Wukong switch places.

So essentially, Wukong is fregin dead lmao rest in peace, immortality can't help you, he still dies.

Let's say he dies during the separation of the Samadhi fire. Something bad happened that caused Wukong to slip, but he's doing fine until Ao Lie sort of panicked and tried to interfere with ritual, causing the ring to form from inside of Wukong instead of outside. A fourth part of the flames still escape and Ao Lie deals with that so there's still four rings of samadhi, but the fourth is inside Wukong and it burned him inside out.

No more Monkey King :D

No one could lift his staff so it's stuck there in the ritual site.

Years later DBK was going in a rampage, yada yada, it's Ao Lie that stops him this time. Maybe trapping him under water instead of a mountain.

Ao Lie decides to live in Flower Fruit Mountain to avoid his descendants and humans, keeping the place company since he didn't want Wukong's subjects to feel alone. He can never go inside of the cave though.

Then DBK was freed and Mei talked about her ancestor that's believed to be immortal and alive that lives around Flower Fruit Mountain, hoping that he could help.

They arrive there and enlists Ao Lie's help and everyone was thinking he was weird because he kept on goofing off, just being overly clumsy and saying he's too old for demon fights even though he looks super young, which makes Mei mad at some point.

She knows he's powerful but he isn't showing it.

And then MK accidentally opens the waterfall entrance AND BOOM he gets a vision and turns out, he's somehow connected to the Monkey King (making him a reincarnation for funsies)

Anyways, DBK gets a hold of the staff when he remembers where it was, uses it for his mech, the gang goes back to the city without Ao Lie's help (he follows them anyways)

MK grabs the staff, yada yada, saves the day

Ao Lie swoops in and says they didn't really need his help, that they've already got it all covered.

Mei was still a bit upset until Ao Lie then offers to train both her and MK to be the city's protectors, since he's the closest MK can get to a teacher to teach him all about his powers and the staff.

Still pretty much Monkie Kid minus Wukong.

And also Wukong's exes fregin upset he died LMAOOOO

And also Samadhi fire MK, that's gonna be fun.

More so with him being upset that Ao Lie knew he was Monkey King all along. Why didn't he tell him, it literally took him seeing visions of how he died to know he's a reincarnation.

Possessed Ao Lie too!! He usually doesn't fight but the only time he does he ends up getting possessed lmao.

I'm also interested in how Ao Lie and Macaque's whole dynamic would be like, would they bond over Wukong dying lmao. And Azure being smad Wukong's also gone.

#lego monkie kid au #lego monkie kid #i just really like thinking about ao lie and macaque

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peachus-dous · 2 years

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It is times you blobs

More of Reflection-AU

this time it's Sandy and Nezha's turn!!

((I'm so sorry for anyone who's been waiting- I've been busy these past weeks and I'm settling with my new drawing tablet even those these were done before that jjffkrkrkkkfgh))

[[Design rambles: It took me some time to do Sandy's armour because I wanted to do him some justice by making his attire kinda historically accurate (if that makes sense) I tried to keep some water elements to it, and of course I couldn't forget about Mo! He's a magical tiger now but he'd still have screen time

For nezha I just looked up "men's fashion" and kept looking and to be frank with y'all? Men's fashion us kinda boring I genuinely feel bad for y'all- but I found some good pieces and mashed them together and I hope everything else is self explanatory]]

[[Changes : Their backstories haven't changed a lot after I swapped them (speaking from what we know about them in the show and not the book) so I decided to add to it a little,

*Nezha (taking OG Sandy's place) was a ruthless fighter in the military who dropped out due to guilt and regret for hurting others, here he hasn't fully recovered no matter how many therapy plants he buys or cold drinks he makes, he still accidentally hurts others even the ones he's trying to protect and his serious cold nature makes most people fear going near him, but really he's just a sweet guy trying to get rid of his past and be a better person

*Sandy us hard working and very dedicated warrior (/guardian), he is known for being the best and getting the job done no matter what, although he's not happy about the damage he might cause, it's just a part of the job and someone has to do it. But sooner or later he has to learn to listen to others and work as a team member and to get some work off of his shoulders

*like I mentioned, nezha makes cold drinks (slushies, milkshakes,...etc) to cool down, literally, in the ping pong episode I imagine Bai he adding too much ice or something that it causes him to get paralysed by a brain freeze or something similar to that lmao, he's also a skater-boii!!!

*okay for a second- did I make sandy too OP??? I know OG nezha was pretty strong and all but like-- sandy here is already physically strong, has those energy tokens with different powers/usages, and a magic powered tiger-like creature that's smart enough to fight on it's own-- ]]

#digital art #lego monkie kid #peach-us do-us art-us #lmk art #lmk sandy #lmk nezha #lmk reflection au #fun fact : i struggled for days on wether to swap sandy with nezha or Chang 'e Because i didn't want to live any of the two out #and Chang 'e was supposed to be a Therapy bunny at some point but i scrapped that dkfjf #which reminds me #i should do something for Chang 'e later :V

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rainisawriter · 8 months

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You’re My World (Part 1)

Synopsis: Being a Starless in a world full of soulmates was not easy for Jae, though she often told herself she didn’t need a soulmate. She hated how everyone judged her simply because she didn’t have one. At 16, she was supposed to switch places with her soulmate, but it never came, leaving her wondering if she truly was alone. At 18, the switch finally came and her life was forever changed.

Genre: Soulmate AU, fluff, angst, romance, slice of life

Prompt: Once a year, starting on your 16th birthday, soulmates swap bodies for a day if they have not met yet.

Word Count: 6,071

Point of View: First Person

A/N: I honestly have no feckin’ idea what happened here. I was planning on writing a fic that was 3,000 words at most, but it ended up being 14,479 lmao Haven’t done that in a while, but I guess the prompt was just that good. I also had a character in mind while writing, so that probably helped haha Here is part 1, I hope you enjoy!

This was written for @lunarbuck’s Star-Crossed Lovers writing challenge to celebrate her reaching 2,000 followers ❤

━━━━━━༻September 14th, 15 years old༺━━━━━━

I scowled at the couple standing in the doorway, staring into each other’s eyes giggling dreamily. They were everywhere, carbon copies of star-crossed lovers littered everywhere. It was honestly disgusting. I couldn’t even attend class without bumping into them, too wrapped up in each other to even notice me.

I cleared my throat to get their attention, but the male just rested his hand on the female’s cheek, eyes practically shining like stars. I cleared my throat louder, coughing dramatically.

“I love you so much, Ami. You’re my heart, my soul. Without you, I -” Tears filled his eyes as he brought her hand to his heart. “I would die without you, my love.”

“Oh, Trevor,” she cried, tears filling her own eyes. “I love you, too. You’re the sun to my moon, the peanut to my butter, the -”

“Disgusting to your cringe?” I supplied, lip curling back in disgust.

Her gaze snapped to mine, eyes narrowed. “Mind your own business!”

“You’re literally blocking the doorway so no one can enter. It is my business. Now, move!”

Recognition flashed through her eyes and she smirked, putting her hand on her hip. “Oh, you’re that Starless, aren’t you?”

I managed to hold back my wince, feeling everyone’s eyes turning toward me when they heard what she said. Most of them were looks of pity, others were arrogant smirks. I squared my shoulders and stared her down, refusing to show weakness.

“Yeah, I am. So what? Unlike you, I don’t need another human being in order to survive. I’m not weak like you,” I spat, fists clenching at my sides.

Anger flashed through her eyes as she took a step closer to me, laughing in my face. “You’re right. You’re not weak, Starless, you’re broken.”

“Honey,” Trevor chided, putting his hand on her shoulder. “You shouldn’t make fun of those less fortunate than us.”

She pouted at him. “You’re right. I’m better than that.” Her shoulder bumped mine when she walked away, a smirk on her lips.

Gods, I’m so tempted to wipe that smirk right off her feckin’ face. I could feel everyone still watching me but I tried to ignore it, stomping my way into the classroom. I fell into my desk with a scowl, turning my attention to the window so I didn’t have to see all the happy couples and listen to the bullshit they were spewing.

The sky was dark despite it being early morning, thick dark clouds moving in from the east. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance and I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm myself. I really hope it rains later, I need the peace it always brings me before I end up murdering someone.

“Hey.”

I felt someone nudge my side and I glanced over, seeing my best friend sliding into the desk beside my own. “Mornin’, Haru.”

He frowned, brown eyes scanning my face. He always could read me like a damn book. “What happened?”

“Nothin’,” I muttered, sliding down in my chair.

He quirked a brow, sending me a look akin to a mother who didn’t believe her child. “I’ll buy you a Dr. Pepper at lunch if you tell me.”

“It’s just the usual bullshit,” I replied, rubbing the back of my head. “Feckin’ Amy and her stupid boyfriend blocking the door again.”

“Did you punch her?”

“No.”

“I’m so proud of you -”

“But I wanted to.”

Haru laughed, eyes shimmering with amusement. “Wanting to do something and actually acting on that want are two different things. I’m still proud of you for not choosing violence.”

I rolled my eyes. It’s not like I did it because I wanted to take the moral high ground or anything. I’m weak as hell and I cry easily so even if I did punch her, I knew she would easily overpower me. It would be a double loss for me and I didn’t have the energy to deal with that.

“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Huh?” I blinked at him dumbly and he sent me a deadpan look. “Nothing. I’m gonna watch reruns of Murder, She Wrote.”

“You’re joking… you forgot your own birthday?

“Uh..”

“Girl, it’s your sixteenth birthday. You’re not the least bit excited about that?”

“Not really,” I frowned, rubbing the back of my head again. “It’s just another day in another year.”

He groaned, head flopping onto his desk. “You’re such a buzzkill.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“No plans, then?”

I shook my head no and he grinned.

“Well then, that just means I get more time with my bestie.”

My brow furrowed. “Don’t you have a date with Dylan tomorrow?”

“Yeah, so?” He quirked a brow at me, propping up his cheek in his palm. “He adores you so when I tell him it’s your birthday and you forgot, he’s going to have a fit.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to come between you two…”

“We’re soulmates, it’s impossible to come between us.”

“Right…”

“Everyone, settle down!” Mrs Smith entered the room, her back slightly hunched as she hobbled over to her desk. “Take out your notebooks, I have a wonderful assignment for you all this morning.”

I dug around in my backpack, tugging the notebook out and setting it on the desk. Though the pages did contain notes, most of them were overshadowed by little doodles of cats holding tacos.

“This morning, I would like you to write a short story about how you met your soulmate.” She lifted her head, peering at me over half-moon spectacles. “Miss McLaughlin, you’re exempt from this assignment as you do not have a soulmate. Feel free to do as you please. You can be dismissed if you’d like.”

All eyes fell on me, the other students stifling their giggles or sending me cocky smirks. Haru frowned, glancing over at me but I quickly looked away, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes. I stuffed the notebook back into my bag and stood up, keeping my head down as I rushed from the room, hearing laughs and whispers following me.

“Settle down!” scolded Mrs. Smith. “And get to work!”

Why the feck did she have to call me out like that? Couldn’t she just have excused me or made up some kind of lie? I mean, everyone already knows but still. I groaned in frustration, picking up my pace as I headed straight for the front door. I honestly didn’t care if I got into trouble for skipping school. I felt like the walls were closing in on me and I just had to get out.

“Jae?”

Shit. I paused, slowly looking over at Mr. Park, the guidance counselor. He was just stepping out of the teacher’s lounge, a cup of steaming coffee in his hands. “Good morning, sir.”

“Is everything alright?” he questioned softly, glancing at the watch on his wrist. “Why aren’t you in class?”

I held back my sigh, forcing a smile. “Mrs. Smith is doing a soulmate assignment and she excused me. I was just going outside to get some air.”

“Oh, I see,” he frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. For a moment, he just observed me with those brown eyes of his, feeling as if he was searching my very soul.

As someone who preferred to keep their feelings to themself, I hated the way it felt when he watched me like that. It’s like he could see exactly what I was feeling and thinking. “Well, I should get going. Excuse me.”

“Jae, wait.”

I paused, not looking at him. I could hear him shifting his weight.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, you know you can come to me, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I know it’s not easy being a Starless, but -”

“You don’t know shit!” I snapped angrily, immediately regretting it. Mr. Park was a nice man who only wanted to help and I knew I shouldn’t be taking out my frustrations on him. He didn’t deserve it. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” he smiled kindly. “You’re right. I don’t understand, but I’d like to try. My door is always open when you’re ready to talk.”

I bowed my head in thanks before rushing out the door. Today was the first day of fall so the air was cooling down, especially with rain on the way. It felt like I could finally breathe again.

I fell onto the bench beneath a large cherry tree, exhaling in frustration. My head fell back, staring at the dark sky between the breaks in the branches. The leaves were only just beginning to change from white and pink to shades of brown and orange. Thunder rumbled overhead, steadily growing louder as rain started to fall softly.

In this world, soulmates are everything.

Most people connect with their soulmates by the age of twelve but there’s a small percentage of the population that never connects with their soulmates. These people are called Starless and they’re looked down on. A person’s worth is measured by whether they have found their soulmate or not. If you’re like me and haven’t found one, then you’re considered to be useless. People look at you funny and they treat you differently.

It’s so stupid. As if someone’s worth can be measured by whether or not they’ve met someone else. It’s a broken, flawed system that should be abolished and yet here we are. Maybe I’m just cynical because I am a Starless. Am I so unlovable that the universe thought I didn’t deserve a soulmate? What a joke.

I don’t need a soulmate. The universe can suck it.

━━━━━━༻❀༺━━━━━━

I pushed the door open to my apartment, listening for any signs of life. I tried to stay out as long as I could, not wanting to be scolded for missing the entire day of classes, but the rain started to come down harder. I had no choice but to head home early.

I ran a hand through my short hair, wiping the water on my pants before clicking my tongue. There was already a puddle of water forming at my feet, dripping from my wet clothes. I headed toward the hall so I could take a shower only to pause when I heard my name.

Curious, I slowly approached the archway that led into the kitchen, pressing my body flat against the wall.

“You have to tell her, man.” It was Blaise, my brother’s best friend and the guy I’ve been living with since I was a kid. When our parents found out I was a Starless at just twelve years old, they felt ashamed of me so they kicked me out of the house. Blaise was eighteen at the time, already living on his own.

He didn’t have to take me in and, honestly, it probably made his life more difficult. What eighteen-year-old wants to raise a child? Especially one that didn’t even belong to them. He really stepped up and I owed him a lot.

“There’s no way I can tell her,” groaned Kevin, sounding distressed. He’s done his best to help raise me since our parents had no interest in me, but he was less mature than Blaise and a few years younger. He wasn’t very good at it, but I can’t fault him for that.

My brow furrowed in confusion. Were they talking about me? I know I heard one of them say my name.

“You have to, Kev. She turns sixteen tomorrow and she needs to know. Think about how scared she’s gonna be the first time it happens.” Blaise’s voice was strained and worried which made my heart pick up speed. He was always level-headed and calm, so hearing him sound so worried made me feel nervous.

I now know they’re talking about me because my birthday is tomorrow. What’s going to happen to me? Is it because I haven’t found my soulmate yet? There’s only been a handful of documented Starless cases, so it’s pretty unknown territory. Oh god… I’m going to die, aren’t I?

I quickly covered my mouth, sliding down the wall until I hit the wooden floor. I scanned my brain for any mention of a Starless dying. From what I can remember, soulmates feed off each other spiritually and emotionally. Alone, they’re like half a person but together, they complete the circle. Do they need each other to live? Didn’t some girl die because she couldn’t find her soulmate?

Wait, no… I think that was some fanfic I read at 3 am instead of studying for finals. Or was it? Shit, why didn’t I pay more attention in Soulmate Studies class?

“An older brother shouldn’t have to have this conversation with his younger sister!”

“Stop being a child, it’s not like it’s the sex talk.”

“It’s almost as bad!”

“Look, your parents aren’t going to do it. That means you have to step up.”

“Can’t you do it? You handled the sex talk brilliantly!”

Blaise heaved a heavy, exasperated sigh. “Only because she already knew half of it from watching Family Guy.”

“You let my sister watch Family Guy?!”

“I couldn’t exactly control what she was watching while I was at work, man. Besides… it saved me from having a very awkward conversation.”

“See? You’ve clearly bonded with her through embarrassment. This should be a walk in the park!”

There was a sudden slam that made me jump in surprise. I peered around the corner, seeing Blaise now standing with his hands on the counter. His eyes were dark, lips twisted in annoyance.

“Stop making up bullshit excuses! Jae was already abandoned by her parents and she probably thinks you’ve abandoned her, too!”

“What? I haven’t – “

“Where have you been, huh? I’ve been looking after her since she was 12, Kevin. In four years, you’ve only visited her a handful of times. You don’t ask about her when we go get drinks. Why are you even here, huh? Just to ask me to do your dirty work for you? I gave up everything to raise that kid!”

Tears stung my eyes but I tried to blink them back, not wanting to cry. I hated it when I cried because it made me feel so damn weak.

Kevin chuckled awkwardly, never having been good in a serious situation. “Come on, man. How hard could it have been? She could already do everything herself.”

“You think raising a kid is just about cooking for them or doing their laundry?” scoffed Blaise. “God, you’ve always been dumb but I didn’t know you were a total dumbass.”

“Hey!”

“I had to quit going to college so I could get another job to buy her clothes and food and school supplies. I neglected my soulmate so many times, having to cancel dates because Jae was sick or just didn’t want to be alone. I’ve had to deal with those stuck-up assholes at the school whenever her grades would slip or she got into a fight. You know I haven’t talked to Karla in over a year?”

My eyes widened in shock. He hasn’t spoken to his soulmate in that long? That’s… not normal and it’s all because of me… When she stopped coming around, I didn’t think anything about it. I never would have guessed that… I squeezed my eyes shut, tears sliding down my cheeks.

God damn it.

I pushed myself up only to slip on the water that had dripped off my clothes. I caught myself on the wall, but the two men stopped speaking and I knew they heard me. I cursed, taking off down the hall for the front door.

“Jae!”

I ignored them, slamming the door shut behind me in the hopes that it would slow them down. The rain was falling hard which made it easy to disappear. Their voices were drowned out by the sound of the thunder so I couldn’t hear how close they were. I just kept running until my lungs burned and my feet hurt.

I doubled over, leaning my arm against an oak tree as I tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure how far I had gone. I was at a park, though, empty because of the rain which had slowed by this point. I fell onto the swing, resting my head against the cold chains. There was a dull ache at my temples though that was the least of my worries right now.

There was so much shit going through my mind right now.

I felt guilty about ruining Blaise’s life and for not being the kid that my parents wanted me to be. I feel angry at everyone for judging me just because I’m a Starless and I feel slighted by the fact that the universe made me this way.

“Ugh!” I cried out in frustration, jumping off the swing and starting to pace back and forth. “Stupid parents, stupid brother, stupid fucking universe!” I kicked the metal pole in anger only to cry out in pain, grabbing my foot in my hand. I hopped on one foot for a moment before losing my balance and tumbling to the sandy-colored mulch.

“Oi, are you okay?” Blaise appeared above me, looking down with worry. His honey-colored hair was sticking to his forehead from the rain but his eyeliner was still pristine. Must be waterproof.

“Am I dying?”

He chuckled, offering me his hand. “I’m pretty sure we’d have heard if someone died from kicking a swing.”

I slid my hand into his and he pulled me up easily. “Because I haven’t found my soulmate.”

“Oh,” he frowned, realizing what I was talking about. “Have a seat, kid.”

“You’re too young to be calling me kid, old man,” I tried to smile but it was difficult to do so with all the confusion swirling through me. I did as he asked, settling back on the seat and trying to ignore the throbbing of my big toe.

Blaise settled down beside me with a sigh. “How much did you hear?”

“Most of it, I guess,” I muttered, moving around the mulch with my uninjured foot. “I’m sorry, Blaise…”

“For what?”

“Ruining your life. Most eighteen year old’s won’t even take responsibility for their own kids but you stepped up and raised me. I don’t know where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for you. I’m sorry.”

“Idiot,” he scoffed softly, resting his hand on top of my head. “You have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Neither did you.”

“That’s true. Honestly, I never wanted kids. They seemed like too much trouble and I just never had any desire to have them. Then you came along and, well… I kind of enjoyed having someone to look after. It was terrifying knowing that another human being relied on me for survival, but I don’t regret anything. If I could go back in time, I’d make the same choices.”

“You’re telling me if you could have your life and your soulmate back, you wouldn’t take it? Bullshit.”

He turned his head, ice-blue eyes staring into my own. I’ve never seen him make such a serious expression before. “If it meant losing you, then no, I wouldn’t. Like it or not, you’re my baby sister and you’re stuck with me forever.”

I quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the tears gathering in my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. Honestly, I don’t think I could have spoken even if I did.

His phone started to ring, breaking the silence that had settled over us. “Hello?… yeah, I found her. She’s fine. Well, she may have a broken toe… she kicked a swing… I don’t know, ask her that… right, we’ll be back soon.” He hung up the phone and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. “Come on, kid, let’s get home. Your brother’s waiting.”

I hesitated, not moving from the swing as I rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie. It only made it worse because I had cat hair stuck to it.

“You’re not dying.”

“Eh?” I lifted my head, catching his eyes.

“You’re not dying,” he repeated with a smile. “I won’t say more than that, though. Kevin wants to be the one to tell you.”

“How’d you talk him into that?”

“He loves you, Jae, he’s just an immature idiot that doesn’t stop to think about shit.”

“Fair.”

“Come on.” Blaise held his hand out to me and I took it, gripping it tightly as we started our walk back home.

I was limping a bit because of my toe but the pain was slowly subsiding. I guess it wasn’t broken, after all. When we got back to the apartment, they let me take a shower and get changed out of my wet clothes before we got down to business.

Blaise left us alone in the living room so he could make dinner and give us a chance to talk. It felt awkward, at least to me, since I’m not very close to Kevin. We don’t like the same things and we’ve never really spent much time together.

Kevin cleared his throat, shifting so he was facing me. “There’s something you need to know. As a Starless… you’re going to switch places with your soulmate.”

I blinked at him dumbly, my brain taking a while to process those words. “I… huh?”

“I have no idea why or how, but the doctor said it. I overheard mom and dad talking about it after you were diagnosed.” He shook his head, running a hand through his brown hair. “All I know is that it starts after you turn sixteen.”

“You’re joking…”

“I mean,” he scratched his cheek, frowning. “There hasn’t been a lot of Starless for them to study so the information is iffy. We can visit the doctor if you want.”

“I don’t have insurance.”

“It can’t be that much to go and get an opinion, right?”

“She’d have to see a Starless specialist,” Blaise appeared in the doorway, tossing a dishtowel over his shoulder. “They charge a hundred bucks just to walk in the door. A lot of them won’t even see you if you don’t have insurance.”

“Oh…”

I slid down the couch, sighing deeply. “This just keeps getting better and better…”

“Hey, don’t worry, sis! We’ll figure this out.” Kevin grinned. “I know this girl at my college who’s currently attending a course on Starless. I bet she can help.”

Blaise scowled, smacking him in the back of the head. “Why the hell didn’t you start with that?”

“You’re so rude,” he scowled, rubbing where he had been hit. “And violent!”

“Call her, idiot.”

“Alright, alright.” Kevin stuck his tongue out at him before pulling out his phone and stepping outside.

“Hey, you.”

I quirked a brow at Blaise.

“Come here, I want you to taste the spaghetti sauce. I feel like it’s missing something.”

I perked up a bit at that since it’s one of my favorite meals. That’s probably why he made it. I smiled softly at him as I followed him into the kitchen. He dipped a spoon in the sauce, holding his hand under it in case any fell off the spoon.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

I blew on it a couple of times before sticking it in my mouth. It tasted heavenly, but – “Needs more garlic.”

He snorted. “I could put a dot of sauce on top of a garlic glove and you’d still say there wasn’t enough garlic.”

“Exactly. I’m glad you understand.”

He shook his head before turning to cut up more garlic. “What do you want to do for your birthday? Anywhere you wanna go?”

“Haru wants me to hang out with him and Dylan. No idea what they have planned. Probably just a movie marathon and binging on snacks.”

“Sounds fun,” he grinned. “You need to get out more.”

“Sounds terrible,” I wrinkled my nose, returning the grin.

“Just don’t do anything reckless. If you end up in jail, I can’t promise to bail you out.”

“Sure.”

“And don’t get yourself killed. Funerals are expensive.”

“Yes, mom.”

Blaise snickered, flicking me lightly on the forehead. “What a good kid.”

Kevin re-entered the kitchen with a smile. “Great news! She’ll see us in the morning before her classes. She’s really interested in meeting you.”

Blaise leaned against the counter, folding his arms over his chest. “Are you sure this chick can be trusted, Kev? You know people go crazy over the Starless.”

“Trust her? Um,” he rubbed the back of his head, glancing at the ceiling in thought. “I mean, I don’t really know her, but she’s the only one I know that can help us.”

“You better watch her.” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare leave them alone.”

Kevin pouted, hand on his hip. “Hey, she’s my sister. I know what I’m doing here.”

Blaise sent him an unimpressed look before turning his attention to me. “Jae -“

“Don’t worry, mom, I’ll be careful.”

He looked as if he wanted to scold me but he decided against it, returning his attention to the sauce. “You better.”

━━━━━━༻September 15th, 16 years old༺━━━━━━

I stuffed my hands into the pocket of my hoodie, trying to shove down the nerves that I was feeling as I followed Kevin toward the college’s library. It was super early and I felt exhausted because I hadn’t gotten much sleep. Not for lack of trying, though.

He paused in front of the library doors. “Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Great, let’s go,” he grinned, grabbing my wrist and tugging me along after him.

The library was huge, the ceiling high above us. There were two floors filled with tall bookshelves and there were two rows of computers on the second floor. The girl we were meeting, Claire, was sitting in the back corner of the first floor, leaning over a bunch of books that were scattered across the table. Her eyes darted from book to book from behind round glasses.

“Morning, Claire,” greeted Kevin, settling down across from her.

She lifted her head, gaze landing on me. “Are you the Starless?”

I hesitantly nodded as I sat down beside my brother. “Jae. My name’s Jae.”

“When were you diagnosed?”

Straight to the point, damn. I don’t know if it’s better or worse to skip the small talk.

Kevin answered for me. “A month and a half after she turned 12.”

Claire tilted her head to the side, watching me closely. She had a calculating, cold gaze that made me feel uncomfortable, especially since she didn’t seem to be blinking. “You’ve just turned sixteen, yes?”

I nodded and Kevin added, “Today actually.”

“Fascinating. Have you felt anything strange?”

“Strange?” my brow furrowed. “Strange how?”

“Sudden headaches or dizziness. Feeling as if you’re not actually inside your body. Rapid mood swings. The desire to sleep even when you’re not tired. Craving foods you don’t like.”

“Uh… no?”

“Are you unsure?”

“No… no, I’m sure. None of that.”

“Fascinating.” She started to scribble in her notebook, her hand flying across the page and her handwriting impossible for me to read.

“So, uh… what’s going to happen to me?”

She paused, slowly lifting her head. “You don’t know?”

I glanced at Kevin and he nodded. “I know something about switching places with my soulmate?”

Claire set her pencil down, folding her hands together before holding them in front of her mouth like an anime villain. “That’s correct. Every Starless that’s been studied thus far has switched places with their soulmate once a year. It begins after both soulmates turn sixteen and continues until the two finally meet.”

I scratched my cheek, frowning at the information. “That sounds a bit… insane. What do you even mean by switch places?”

“Have you seen the movie Freaky Friday? Or the movie Freaky?”

“Yes.” “No.” We chorused.

I quirked a brow at Kevin. “You haven’t seen Freaky Friday? It’s a classic!”

“I’m not a movie person,” he pouted, knocking his shoulder against mine. “Don’t judge me.”

“I am definitely judging you.”

Claire cleared her throat, eyes narrowing at us. “My time is limited, so please refrain from needless conversations.”

Jeez, this chick has a stick up her ass.

“To summarize, when a Starless switches with their soulmate, their souls switch bodies. Their physical form, including their voice, remains the same but their minds change. You won’t have access to your soulmate’s memories and vice versa. You become your soulmate and they become you.”

“How long does this last?” I frowned, rubbing my hands against my basketball shorts nervously.

“Unknown.”

“Eh?”

Claire started to pack away her books. “There aren’t enough studies to know such information. One Starless switched for just a couple of minutes while another was switched for a week. There’s simply not enough data.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and paused. “You should consider donating yourself so they can study you.”

I scoffed in disbelief. “You’re telling me to be a lab rat?”

“Correct. It’s the only way we can gather more data on Starless. Your sacrifice won’t be in vain, I’m sure.”

Gods, I can’t stand this chick. She gives me the creeps and she seems like one of those people who are unable to see a human being behind all her stupid ass data. “I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

“That’s unfortunate. You should consider being less selfish in the future.” She started to walk away only to pause, looking at Kevin. “If she dies, do let me know.” And then she left the library.

“What a bitch,” I muttered, standing up from my seat.

Kevin rubbed the back of his neck, following me. “Well, at least we got some answers, right?”

“Not really. This whole thing feels pointless.”

He hummed, folding his arms over his chest as he peered at me. “I wonder if I’ll know when you switch. Is there, like, a magic poof or something? Maybe a sound or some colorful smoke? Do your eyes start glowing? Ooo, what if you grow wings?”

I smacked my face with my palm. “We’re not in an anime, bro…”

“That’d be cool, though, right?”

“No.”

“Aww…”

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My leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as I sat on the bench, waiting for Haru and Dylan to arrive. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what Claire said. I don’t want to switch with someone I don’t know. I don’t want someone else inside my body, messing with my personal space and dealing with the people I know. It seems like such an invasion of privacy.

Worse, I don’t know when or if it’s gonna happen and how long it will happen. Will I even be aware of it when it happens? When I just blink and then a fucking week has passed and I have no idea what happened?

“Hey.” A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped up in surprise, eyes wide.

Dylan held his hands up in surrender, blue eyes shimmering with worry behind his glasses. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Damn it, when did I get so jumpy? I put my hand over my heart, willing it to calm down. “It’s okay. I’ve just got a lot on my mind…”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

I almost made a smart comment about switching with my soulmate but I decided against it. I didn’t want to talk about this anymore, I just wanted to forget all about this stupid soulmate bullshit and enjoy my birthday. I forced a smile, shaking my head. “Nope, it’s nothing important.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Where’s Haru?”

“He’s running a bit late because he lost his shoe.”

“His shoe?” I quirked a brow, feeling amused. “Just the one?”

Dylan nodded with a chuckle. “The left one, if I recall correctly. I’m sure the cat hid it, but he refuses to accept his baby would do such a thing.”

“Baby,” I snorted. “That cat is a demon.”

“A demon who has his owner wrapped around his finger.”

“That’s the dream.”

Dylan laughed, throwing his arm around my neck. “Happy birthday, Jae.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, hugging his waist. “I’m sorry if I ruined your date day.”

“You could never. We can go on a date any day, but your birthday only comes once a year.”

I smiled genuinely this time, leaning into him. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Should we grab some boba while we wait? It might be a while.”

“Hell yeah. It’s been weeks since I last had boba. I need my fix.”

We were able to order our drinks and get through half of them before Haru finally showed up, looking disheveled and out of breath. He flopped into the seat across from us, huffing dramatically.

“I’m guessing you found your shoe?” I quirked a brow, hiding my amused smile behind my drink.

“You told her?” scowled Haru. “I told you not to tell her!”

“You said no such thing, love,” replied Dylan, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Are you sure? I definitely said it in my head,” he pouted, taking the drink from his soulmate. “So, you skipped school yesterday and today. Mind telling me where you were, young lady?”

I hesitated, moving the straw around in my drink. I wanted to tell him and I knew I would eventually because I told him everything, but… I didn’t want to tell him now. I’ve been agonizing over this for too long already. I just want to forget about it and be normal for a day.

Dylan seemed to sense my reluctance, clearing his throat. “We can get the details about that tomorrow. For now, let’s just enjoy the day, okay?”

I sent him a grateful smile which he returned with a pat on my knee.

Haru clicked his tongue. “Fine~ but you’re telling me everything tomorrow!”

“Deal.”

━━━━━━༻February 20th, 18 years old༺━━━━━━

The years passed by slowly, filled with anxiety as I waited for the switch to happen but it never did. Aside from those judging me for being a Starless, my days passed by uneventfully. I was now in my senior year of high school, just a few months shy of being released out into the world.

I’ve finally come to accept that I’m a Starless who probably won’t ever find her soulmate and I was okay with that. I had Blaise, Kevin, Haru, and Dylan. They were all I needed in my life. We’re family and, even though they will go their own way with their soulmates, we will always be family.

I stifled a yawn as I walked down the sidewalk, wanting nothing more than to return home and crawl back into bed.

Haru sent me a look that clearly said, ‘I’m judging you.’ “I told you not to stay up all night.”

“I didn’t stay up all night,” I defended myself with a huff. “I only stayed up until three.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Shaddup,” I yawned again, rubbing at my eye. There was a strange tugging sensation at the back of my skull and I felt as if the world started to spin. “What the fu-” The was a sudden pain in my gut and I stumbled backward, hitting the ground hard.

“Ahahahaha, not so tough now, huh?!”

I coughed, clutching my stomach as I looked up at the source of the voice. He was feckin’ huge, towering over me with gravity-defying blonde hair and a scarred face only a mother could love. And he was speaking… Japanese? Wait, I’m not fluent in Japanese. “You fucking… punched me!”

“Well, duh,” he rolled his eyes. “That’s what you do in a fight, dumbass.”

“The hell do you mean, in a fight? I wasn’t even -” The words died in my throat as I took in my surroundings. I wasn’t on the sidewalk heading to school in the morning, I was in a scrapyard at night surrounded by guys who were screaming and yelling as they traded blows. “What the hell is happening?” I muttered, bringing my hand up to my head only to pause at the strange sensation I felt there. What the… are these dreads? I don’t have dreads!

But dread is exactly what filled me as my brain started to piece everything together. We switched. I was in my soulmate’s body!

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Read part 2 here.

#writeblr #soulmate au #fiction #star-crossed lovers #writing challenge #romance #first person #writing #writing community

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randombubblegum · 2 years

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THIS TURNED INTO AN ESSAY I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I'M JUST VERY LONG WINDED AND THIS BAND WAS THE BIGGEST PART OF MY LIFE FOR LIKE 3 YEARS AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET INTO EVERYTHING W THE GUY I DO TALK ABOUT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION

okay i may as well be like a semi-official as it is scholar (less so in the last several months just due to some me stuff) so i may have a bit of insight but i do wanna say patty is quite literally My Boy like. parasocial relationship aside he is 100% for sure the nicest "celebrity" i've ever met in person and i've met quite a few, his vibes are really just immaculate and as much as i'm able to not knowing him personally i think he's genuinely very sweet and cares a lot about just people in general and also in a really unique turn of events i have literally only heard of a single other band dude that had a problem with him and surprise surprise: it was a palaye royale guy. there was a tiny bit of drama there during warped 2018 which i will recount later if you don't know it already but the entire thing is pretty ridiculous and was not long lasting either. the thing that another anon mentioned with all of then suddenly cutting a member off is i believe to do with andy westhead, who was a former guitarist that ronnie ish took the place of in ~2017/18 (can't exactly remember u get the deal). i do not know this for like certain but i saw a few different things on various social media sites that i believe line up with whatever he was doing on his personal social media that alluded to them deciding to cut ties with him due to some really iffy personal politics of his. i also don't know what those would've been exactly, but i will say i kinda got whiffs of some (BRITISH. HOW) trump supporter and homophobia shit. they're really not a "political" band in terms of their music and presentation of the group but the members themselves have always been pretty open about the fact that they're like. very much not the conservative type of people? like they weren't doing crazy ahead of their time shit or anything and they were usually bro-ing around with a lot of the other white boy pop punk bands but they were always pretty affirming of feminism and lgbt+ people and the like. that was also very close to the time that they were shifting from their kinda generic "it's okay not to be okay" vibe and starting to get into more serious issues and darker themes surrounding mental health and they really 180'd their aesthetic and took a lot of their inspo from like mcr and other aesthetically emo bands and patty (+ben a bit) specifically was starting to present like pretty androgynously so i definitely think that's worth noting when you try to make some sense out of it. they've actually lost quite a few members up to this point now but i don't think there's much to say about the others that isn't like Known, i think ben leaving may have been a little bit messier than they portrayed it but i can't say for sure and it almost definitely wasn't anything other than like purely musical or within the band. they did swap bassists like several years ago and i can't even remember the og guys name but that was like before they'd gotten almost any substantial attention as a band and i literally haven't heard like anything about it at all. it may have been what the other anon was referring to but since i actually had like an idea about andy i figured i may as well shed some light. obv take this with a grain of salt since i don't know them personally and i actually only got very into the band just a bit after the dust had settled on this so there really wasn't much talk of it at that point, i just dove deep like a mfer after i did get into them bc y'know special interest things. would be cool to see if any like Veteran as it is fans have something that'll like blow the lid off this whole thing and prove me wrong lmao

i dont even have much to say this is just so cute LOL…… i love how much u love them :,) patty does genuinely seem sweet i think hes more than made up for his sin of being a youtuber

i wanna hear the warped 2018 if u remember it!!! also yikes @ the conservative bassist but good on them for booting him immediately. im kind of curious abt ben leaving being potentially messier but not even in a like ooh dig up the dirt gotcha way, they seem too nice and generally chill for me to believe theres actually any shit behind the scenes now…… anyway its kind of refreshing to have a band thats just Some Guys (positive) :)

#i love the passion and obsession that clearly went into this im like taking off my hat in respect #thank u for sharing!!#i do kind of want to see patty get butt ass naked i wont lie. maybe i will look up his youtube LOL #mail time!#long post #aii

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hi! about the amphibia au thing. im not good at writing or storymaking or anything but i really like swap aus so ive thought about it some!!

i think one of the ways that you could possibly go about it is tracing the outline of amphibia. what i mean by that is that ive always thought of amphibia as this metaphor for growing up or breaking the trust of your friends or being manipulated and all that, rather than them actually literally going to a frog world. the reason why is because i find it very hard to believe that they all got out of the frog world with no lasting negative impacts, and i also interpret it this way because it kind of slams the whole “marcy is innocent or not” argument into the wall. you can’t interpret her actions as sending her friends to an extremely dangerous world and being the cause of an eventual horrifying war, because that was never the intention, and she couldn’t have known. rather, if the story is reframed to her and sasha simply doing something questionable and real, one can proceed in judging them based on real-world, applicable morals, without such a gap between intention and outcome.

all that is to say that one way to do it is by replacing everyone and everything in amphibia with what you think best encompasess what happened there but with a “earth-accent.”

however, i think what you’re trying to do is much more exciting than just beat-for-beat following the story (that has its merits, but ive seen it a lot of times already).

i think it is entirely possible that they turn into the people that they are in the future, because you do not have to “die” or almost die or actually die to learn to be a better person. you can learn and grow without taking the most painful route possible.

the truth is, though, we don’t have a canon bible for how this would have gone, so you really can just do whatever you think would be the most fun. it might be fun to explore what would have happened if they just kept getting worse and worse, influenced by eachother, until they had a falling out and left. what happened after they left eachother? maybe they each healed on their own, maybe some healed and some didn’t, maybe they all just continually became worse people after what seemed irreversible in childhood. i find it pretty amazing that anne still trusts people after…all that, so maybe a bastardized, un-matured version of herself is closed off and unwilling to be friends with anyone, yet resentful and stagnant because she refuses to introspect like she does in the show. a worse case scenario marcy would probably be very closed off to people. she doesn’t make any effort to connect with others or use her potential or protect herself because others always did it for her. she probably has a warped understanding of deceit because, well, it worked once, and she got away with it, so it’s for the better. sasha is a classic. she is manipulative, hot-tempered, doesn’t care about friends, and overlooks others. the worst part is that she’s probably very respected and successful. also all three of them simultaneously have an unchecked ego and very bad self-esteem. lmao.

to reference the show, i think their principal would be correct with her assessment of them. anne will probably be very aimless in how she wants her future to be, convinced that she’s not enough for anything. marcy will do something that is meaningless to her, but very meaningful to her parents or other authority figures, and sasha will become very, very influential.

to consider the best case scenario, (in my opinion this would be harder to write, but im not a very good judge of that) you could possibly spin a story of three friends who weren’t really friends and took a break form eachother, maybe because anne got sick of sasha, sasha got sick of anne, and marcy couldn’t deal with the confrontation and straight up Dipped. then, they meet again, different people, perhaps similar to how they are in the end of the show, and struggle to connect. they all long to know eachother, but they have forgotten how to act around eachother, and probably are very worried about showing how much they’ve changed, so much so that they forget to just. exist as they are. because their split has carved some bone-deep message inside them that when they exist as they are, they hurt others, and bad things happen.

asdhfsdha im sorry. that was a lot and very little of it was actually predicting what the girls would do, it was just Vibes. hope the storywriting goes well!!

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gonna reblog this with my thoughts hold on a sec

#submission #amphibia au

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• 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩 •

Synopsis: Bucky would literally die for you but his ego is bigger than his dick and you wanna shove him out a window.

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x AFAB!reader (college au)

Warnings: uH enemies to lovers, no explicit smut (brief, inexplicit mentions), PINING OH MY GOD, unrequited love (on Bucky’s part), language, some specific traits for reader mentioned (nothing like skin, hair or eye colour, more just clothing style and no makeup), Bucky is an idiot lmao.

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You’re staring at your board like you’ve got a bone to pick with it, determination evident in your brow and a scraped knee to match it.

Should’ve bought those knee pads.

You huff out a sigh and push off on your board once more before dipping back down into the bowl and rounding the circumference to get yourself comfortable. Your foot meets the ground to spur on your momentum- it’s a simple trick, and you’ve only been skating for around two weeks at this point but you’ve spent all afternoon trying to nail this move and you refuse to return to your dorm with defeat written all over you.

You direct yourself to round another lap before allowing the board to take its course up the side of the bowl. You meet the edge and you use the momentum in your hips to let yourself rise up in the air and- holy shit, you’re almost doing it!

As you meet the edge your body swivels, right hand gripping the board to your feet as your left-

Well, your left hand was supposed to catch you.

Before you can calculate that the distance was misjudged, you're tumbling down the side of the bowl and biting the pavement.

“Take it easy there, champ.”

You’re so ready to castrate him.

“Eat glass,” you snap, dusting off your cargo shorts and examining your twin wounds on your knees.

You’ve never understood just what makes James Buchanan Barnes so great. It's clear that he’s a class A douchebag with his stupid blue eyes and ridiculous hair that falls perfectly in place no matter how hungover and disgusting he was. He swears he’s got a big dick but he’s proven that his ego has the advantage, even girls on campus swap stories about one night stands and seven minutes of god knows what when stuffed into a closet together on a dare. Maybe you’re jealous that it isn’t you, or maybe you’re just tired of the pick-me-girl shit that goes on simply for a college fuckboy with precisely two and a half brain cells who has somehow Pavolov’d a swath of young girls to be at his beck and call when he wants a blowjob. Either way, the rest of campus thinks that Bucky is just peachy while you can beg to differ.

The best part? He wants you bad.

Your bruised skin and scruffy attitude is refreshing, he’s decided. Not once has he been so threatened by a look but he’d be damned if he didn’t imagine those harsh features softening at his touch. He doesn’t care if it’s behind closed doors, where your back arches and your eyes roll, pleads and prayers dripping off your lips like honey as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. Nor if it’s out where everyone can see, a brush at the small of your back, just so you know he’s there. If he could just tuck away that flyaway strand of hair that always hangs in front of your eyes he’d die happy. If he’s lucky he might cup your cheeks and trace your lips with his thumb, trying to memorize the touch in case his body forgets.

He thinks, if he could have you, that his body would never truly forget it. You’re too extraordinary. You’re extraterrestrial. He swears your beauty is so alien but also earthly and real, unlike anything else he’s ever seen. If God exists, he made the cosmos revolve around you. Bucky sometimes scrunches his nose and grimaces at how cheesy it sounds but he solidly believes that God took inspiration from your eyes and created stars. Your hair is the waterfalls of the world, the clouds in the sky and the leaves on the trees all at once. Your skin is the earth, lush and rich, but blemished from your pursuits. When your eyes narrow and your brow sets, so does the sun. When you breathe the wind wraps him in chilled kisses. He’d like to create a hurricane with you.

He’s bad at showing it, but he’d give you everything. He’s made fun of you and taunted you out of his own insecurity, but only because he just knows he’d love you better than anyone else. When he teases you about your baggy, ripped clothes it’s because he wishes he could worship the prize that lies beneath them. When he points out your circled eyes and offers to take you makeup shopping it’s because he wants to kiss those dark crescent moons and adore them like the rest of you. He finds any opportunity to poke at your scars and scabs because he yearns to place a band-aid on them and kiss them.

Champ? He calls you that for two reasons.

1. He can’t get enough of that face you make when he does. Never has he wanted to drop to his knees to beg and throw you over his shoulder and feel you squirm at the same time. You look like you could commit all sorts of creative crimes when you look at him like that and it makes his heart swell morbidly.

2. You are a champion- his champion. He wants so desperately to be proud of you, to watch you with adoring eyes and his face in his palms as you put everything surrounding you to shame. Roses? They pale in comparison to your skin’s natural glow. The jaws of death? They snap shut and whimper when you walk- no, skate- by.

Bucky wants you more than he has ever wanted anything in his life- come to think of it, he hasn’t ever really wanted much in life. He just grazed the median to get into college by a longshot, never exactly cared for a job or any of the girls he dated in the past. Steve and Sam, while being his best friends, Bucky knows they won’t put up with his absolute dogshit behavior forever. But you? He’d change for you. He’d cut his hair or wear a clown suit if you really wanted him to, he would do anything if it meant making that tight line of concentration and grit that is your mouth curve up into a smile.

What does he do instead?

“You’re pretty shit at this,” he readjusts his ball cap as he peers down the bowl at you.

You glare up at him. Your eyes are a myriad of labyrinths. He’s sure he’ll never find his way out of them but you break the gaze and kick up your board.

“Not as shit as you in bed,” You quip, taking a run up the side of the bowl and making it up this time without trouble.

Please, just let him hold you.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out.”

Even just for a minute.

“I’d like to keep my pink palace untainted, thank you.”

You can count if you really can’t stand it.

“Pink palace? You mean crackhouse.”

Just let him be selfish. He doesn’t deserve it, but hell does he want you.

“And your junk is close to godliness?” you snort.

You’re now nearly nose-to-nose. He can smell you- warm vanilla and sandalwood rolling off your body like waves of rugged sweetness and the sharp bite of spearmint gum on your breath. He could kiss you. He could just take you by the back of the neck and finally get that clash of lips, teeth and tongue that have haunted his dreams at night. Or he could guide your chin to his lips with the tips of his fingers, letting anticipation build with the riot of butterflies in his stomach.

But no.

“Maybe you’ll get that trick next time, champ,” Bucky claps a hand on your shoulder and is on his way with his heart sinking in his chest.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes au #buckyxreader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes fluff #my writing #pls rb if u like <3

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mblue-art · 3 years

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I love reading your tags. Please, ramble more. I enjoy reading the things you think!

!!! :0 aww you're so nice, anon :') are you sure about this?

bc this is going to be super long,, i hope you have time for this u_u;;

I first encountered the term ‘2p!’ when I was a young weeb in the htalia fandom (I was never in Tumblr at that time though, I think I frequented DA for my content) and was fascinated at the concept because I get it, 2P means ‘second player/player 2’ like in videogames. Their colors get inverted and also their personality.

I was confused for a while and thought ‘was there a game??’, but no, artists just drew darker/inverted versions of the characters. The alter egos. The friendly and nice ones are now cold and mean, and vice versa. They called the AU ‘2p!talia’. I guess that was my first exposure to AUs. (i think i saw a glimpse of the hzbn hotel fandom doing this recently as well? the usual red-colored characters are all in blue, just like how 2P!Dream!Sans has dark blue colors as opposed to the bright yellows of his 1P! counterpart)

(speaking of alter egos and counterparts........................... if there are any old fans of shizaya,,, talk to me LOL)

There’s the genderbending/genderbent AU, saw it in anime fandoms, where they put the labels ‘fem!’ or ‘male!’ before a character’s name, swapping genders, “what would this character look like if they looked like the opposite gender?”, stuff like that.

I don’t know how or why ppl started using the exclamation points (ex. “genderbent!” , “swap!”) thing, instead of just writing “swap __ , fem __” but I think the “!” does make it seem more organized, if that makes sense?

And thennn here I am in the UT fandom around 2016-‘17, remembering that AUs are a Thing in Fandoms: ‘woah there’s an edgy version of this character, like 2P! (2p is more like an Opposite/Inverted AU now that I think about it)’ ‘woah there’s a swapped version! Cool!’ ‘YO SWAPFELL? NICE’ ‘oh god there’s so many AUs now holy crap-‘

I did kinda dip out of the fandom for some time, but when I came back (surprise, surprise, it was Deltarune that pulled me back in......... and also maybe Vade’s comic dub of that Mafiafell comic) and had to familiarize myself with the AUs once again, I noticed the abundance of Sanscest ships that aren’t the main 4 AUs. More content for my multishipper heart lmao

Like for example. The UTMV part of the fandom. Underverse being the inspiration(??) for content like Nightmare’s Gang, the Star Sanses- I really love how the community made them different yet similar despite being Sanses? It’s just so fun to think about!

(I would love to draw a visual to accompany this, but I am... lazy......... bear with me I’ll try to make this section as short as possible)

We have the base- OG Sans Undertale. Classic, lazy, stinky boneman.

Swap!/US!Sans is, obviously, a swapped alternate. Energetic Sans, a bouncing ball of sunshine, has the Papyrus traits while still being a Sans. Cool Blue.

Both Nightmare and Dream, although not born as skeleton monsters, were transferred into skeleton bodies (their mother apparently looked at a random AU and saw US!Sans and took his image?? I think that’s how it went, correct me if im wrong).

Cross was also?? derived from US!Sans?? A lot of people said he was a US!Sans and I’ve just accepted it-

the thing is i think US!Sans has this boyish, anime charm to him, and having that same kinda feel for NM, Dream, & Cross??? BRUH

the apple twins are obviously different already, even though they look like Sans (yo,, the ‘mwehehe’ laugh headcanon tho,,, love that). they have their own charms, some fanart gives me prince-y vibes even (or king for NM bc, ykno)

and Cross,,, oh lord why is he cute. why is he charming. why is he different he’s literally a Sans- like what, he inherited the swap!sans charm??? Is that what’s happened here?? IM NOT A SIMP I SWEAR- but Cross,, he’s babey,,, do you get what i’m feeling here

Ink and Error? Chaotic immortals. Similar kinda deal with the twins. Although I do love the fact that Error was a Geno previously. Makes good angst ideas for their ships :]

Haha and then you go to Nightmare’s other boys.

Murder trio- Killer, Dust, Horror. All starting out as Classic Sanses and spiraled down into their own horrifying respective timelines.

Have I mentioned I love the found family trope going on with Nightmare’s Gang?? They might be the Bad Sanses, but they still care for eachother, and I love that so much actually. I love that they can get into funny shenanigans and I live for that (that bad sanses shitpost blog? i love that blog btw). Nightmare being the tired dad looking at his rowdy boys messing shit up in the castle again. Are they gently bullying teasing Cross? Seems like a normal day. He’ll benefit from the negativity at least. He’s too old for this. (lmao boomer)

And for the Strawberry!NM thing, he's either made for the strawberry flavor aesthetic, a 2P! alternate of NM, both, or some other reason I didn't know.

#oh gee i rambled a lot;;#i feel like this is an infodump more than a ramble at this point #but thank u again for enabling me anon i appreciate u<3 #ask #mblue talks #im gogna sleep i'll finish up the other stroobm wip i have when i wake up later lol

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okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

#long post #ask #ninikins #rolli zolli

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lilyclawthorne · 3 years

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Knock Knock Knockin' On Hooty's Door thoughts

there's a lot to unpack here

LILITH MY BELOVED

this bitch really has raven stationary

HOOTY'S LITTLE HOOT. THE CUTEST.

"you're words inspired me to help everyone, Lulu" Lilith you better hope no one in the owl house finds this letter lmao

puberty lessons with hoot is the last thing that I expected.

HOOTY IS A BUG DEMON?? makes sense but I never took bird worm that literally

HOOTY HAS A MOTHER?? im so curious unless he just think of Eda has his mother too

why does tiny nose have so much raw power for like, a lil demon we've never seen in any coven or in school. im hcing tiny nose as a wild witch rn but no one pays enough attention to realize

ma'am I do not believe you have a medical license

uhhh why does hooty have a chart on the owl beast, not eda but the one that is the curse?? hootys gonna have all the details at some point won't he.

KING? MAGIC? BIPED DEMON?

don't you just hate it when your bird demon fucking drugs you lmao

clawthorne family!! their home!!

"that's nice sweet flea" rip sorry lilith

PAPA CLAWTHORNE SO SWE-oh, oh no this is bad

I just, this definitely adds a lot of context to why Eda looked the way she did when Lilith mentioned their father before she left. Clearly she loved him, and it's gotta be so awful to have absolutely no control and end up hurt someone you love like that. I'm imaging she probably distanced herself a lot since then. I wonder if she's ever talked to him since?

Also I've seen people criticizing Lilith in this scene, like "wow you really just cursed your sister and you're gonna stand there like that??" like dude this is Eda's memory. Eda didn't know and Lilith clearly isn't the most prominent part of this memory, it makes sense if all Eda remembers is Lilith just sitting there or just staring at her along with their mom.

oh no raeda breakup 😭

I hate to see it but I do like seeing the different ways Eda has handled the beast throughout her life. In her life now we see how Eda has to manage the stress to not turn, but clearly as a young as a young adult she had just as hard of a time keeping stress from making her turn.

it is also nice to see her older self talking to her younger self, how nowadays she clearly knows it's okay to let people in, especially raine, but her younger self just, won't.

the next memory is interesting, we seem to be blurring the lines between Eda's memories and the beast's memories, which means there's a history too learn here!! and the this beast was once a whole separate entity??

WHOMST? WHOMST IS THIS HOODED FIGURE??

owl beast clearly had a rough life too

can't believe some picked up this curse, shrugged, and let this unknown thing fall into the hands of a child.

the red string of fate here is interesting. it's usually symbolism for two people who are destined to meet. it's symbolic of good things to happen when they meet. I'm curious if the curse put it there, because something like that tells me they were always destined to meet even before Lilith cursed her sister.

HARPY EDA!! I try really hard to not be a monsterfucker girl and this shows keeps making it harder and harder

"cotton candy haired goddess" Luz you've got it BAD

how-how far did hooty have to go to owl pellet amity??

either hooty knew how to construct a tunnel of love and did so, or eda just had that below her home and both are equally hilarious possibilities

Luz: I don't want people to think I'm cheesy, Amity: extra cheese please

hooty is #1 lumity shipper

pls king got so worried for Luz he activated his powers again 🥺

this is the funniest fucking way for lumity to happen, like hello yes I have to ask you out right now because the house demon is crying about it

"I have no idea what my future holds, but it would be so cool if you were in it" pls I love it 😭 no matter what happens amity is gonna be a part of it

these witches gay, good for them. GOOD FOR THEM

there was a missed opportunity to just cut to Lilith at the end of the episode reading the letter looking horrified but its fine because....

KINGS DAD!! (RELATIVE?) he's trying to reach out!! can't wait for hooty to vomit that one up way too late lmao.

anyways this episode was the antithesis to once upon a swap no explanation needed

#knock knock knockin on hootys door #toh #the owl house #owl house #no pictures because every time I do that I lose half of what I wrote

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daydream-believin · 3 years

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Recipe For Disaster 2: Electric Boogaloo

Summary: Jim is NOT happy about his sister’s boyfie. (not a part two despite the confusing name)

Warnings: swearing, a gilmore girls reference, divorce kids got daddy issues

Word Count: 5560, my longest yet woohoo

A/N: here it is im finally done with this. i- im tired. i love jim he was my favorite until doux came along but he can be a little bitch boy sometimes. and the word of the day is giggle im so sorry

tags: @alovesongshewrote hope i can deliver now that you have expectations lmao

It was a good Saturday. The trollhunters trio had gotten an early start on training, and thus Blinky had released them for an early lunch. It was a particularly successful day, with Claire really getting the hang of the shadow staff, so they decided to not make poor Jim cook for once and go out for a treat. And Toby really wanted a sandwich from Benoit’s.

They opted to walk to downtown instead of biking, as a way to cool down. Plus, it would give them time to digest their food on the walk back, before they returned to training once again. Although that was more of a problem for Jim and Toby, since Blinky wanted Claire to start reading a certain book this afternoon. She’d be in the library, quietly sitting while the boys go back to running around and fighting. The spring flowers had just started returning to Arcadia Oaks. The flowerbeds that decorated town added a cheery air to the day. Happily, Jim ran up in front to kick a pebble as they came up towards the bistro around the corner. He stopped in his tracks.

“Is Y/n’s boss flirting with her?”

The other two teens came around Jim to see. Y/n laughed at Douxie’s dumb joke and put her hand on his shoulder.

“And is she flirting back?” Jim asked incredulously.

Claire didn’t take this the same way Jim did. “Aww, that’s so cute.”

“No it’s not. It’s weird. And wrong.” Jim asserted.

“What are you talking about,” Claire lowered her brows with an annoyed tone.

“No, no. he’s right. Y/n doesn’t flirt. Or date. I’m not even sure she crushes.”

Claire shook her head, “That can’t be true, TP. She’s like, old. You two just didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, no, we noticed it. She went to every school dance alone, even senior prom.” Toby added. “It was kind of sad to be honest.”

“Remember that time that big movie star came into town? He was the prettiest guy I’d ever seen, and Y/n was just like ‘eh he’s okay, I guess’. We literally had a fight over that one.” Jim chuckled.

“I literally can’t imagine Y/n in a relationship. She’s just too all over the place.”

Claire rolled her eyes and gestured her hands towards the scene in front of them. “Well, she seems to be doing just fine now.”

Jim didn’t know why, but this made him a little huffy. “Whatever. It’s just a crush, anyways. She’ll get over it soon enough.”

Douxie leaned over to give Y/n a quick peck goodbye before he headed into Mr. Benoit’s to start his shift. He had swapped shifts with one of his coworkers for the day, so he could have the evening off. Y/n headed back to the bookstore. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she left, smiling to herself. The three trollhunters still stood right where they were, staring.

“I don’t think it’s just a crush, Jimbo.”

Jim was outraged. How. How was this happening. He could understand her not telling her family, their mother could be a bit nosy sometimes when it came to her daughter’s personal affairs. But his sister had often said she didn’t have enough time to pursue a love life whenever their mother probed her. There was no way she just started having said time. Right? It was curious, too, that out of all the people she could have chosen in Arcadia, she chose Douchey. That guy had girls fawning over him wherever he went. There was no way Y/n was into that.

Come to think of it, Y/n had been acting really strange ever since she had gotten that job at the bookstore. It was so easy to make her laugh now. She was actually wearing her hair in different styles instead of her signature. She actually enjoyed Barbara’s cooking. Or at least complimented it a lot now. Still a baffling action nonetheless. It was if she was experiencing the side effects of something. And that bookstore reeked of magic. Magic had the power to drive people out of their minds. He’d had plenty of first-hand experience with that. This whole situation was fishy.

“Well, I think it’s so cute they’re together now.” Claire said cheerily. He loved her but she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to making judgement calls. Hell, the fact that she was dating him after all he’s put her through was enough proof of that.

“Well, I think its magic.” Jim deadpanned.

“What.” Claire snapped.

“He’s got a spell on her! Some sort of enchantment. A charm!”

Toby was too tired from training today to deal with this. “I’ll agree, he does have charm, have you had him as a waiter? But not the kind of charm you’re implying here, Jim.”

“Douxie is my magic teacher, Jim. I promise, he’s a really nice guy.”

“Nope. There’s no way my sister would be into a guy, let alone a guy like,” He tried to find the right words but just sputtered, “Like that!” he motioned to poor Doux, who was changing the specials sign out front. Douxie was one of those bistro employees who always got asked to draw up the sign because his calligraphy was so good. Doux had to admit, his handwriting was messy compared to Merlin’s standards, but to Mr. Benoit’s he was a calligraphy god.

Toby looked Doux up and down. “I don’t know man, Y/n is kind of alternative.”

“Yeah, who do you think helps me dye my hair all the time? And sneaks me into concerts?” Claire added.

“Okay. I get that. But he’s just not good enough for her.” Jim said through gritted teeth.

Toby sighed. “Then who is?” he asked wearily.

Jim got defensive. “I don’t know! A prince, maybe. One that’s in line to be king. Not one of those waiting-for-a-brother-to-die ones, but a real one.” He nodded his head like any of that was realistic. “Definitely not just some wizard who works in a bookstore.”

“She’s just some wizard who works in a bookstore, though.”

There was no getting through to Jim. “Think about it guys, my sister, suddenly getting cozy with a magic man? Bushigal. She’s under a spell. I’m going to fight him.”

“No, no you’re not,” Claire asserted, “You’re going to have lunch like we planned AND you’re going to be civil.” Claire and Toby both grabbed one of his arms and dragged him towards the bistro.

***

The hostess guided them to the table. Claire sat across from Jim and Toby. They were handed the menus. Claire showed interest in the lunch specials while Toby flipped to the sandwiches. Jim just brooded while he stared unblinking into the first page. And by chance, and by the fact that this scene would be boring and or pointless if not, Douxie was the waiter for said table. After handing off the check to one of his other tables, he waltzed over to the trio, happy to see his protégé.

“Ello lads, how’s it going? How’d that test go today, Claire?” Douxie ruffled her hair. Jim narrowed his eyes at the sight.

“Horrible! I bombed it for sure!”

Toby rolled his eyes, “You say that about every test, Claire, and then it turns out you aced them.”

“No I mean it this time, TP. I didn’t even finish the last three questions. It was so bad!”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Douxie chuckled. Oh to have the problems of these youngsters. Claire and Toby got into some sort of glare match where they both just made more and more aggressive funny faces at each other. Both finally conceded and they fell into giggles. Douxie was glad to see Claire having so much fun, but he noticed someone else at the table who was not having said fun. His apprentice Claire’s boyfriend, his master’s champion, and his darling Y/n’s brother, looking like his dog ate his homework, or whatever teenagers got angry about these days.

“Cheer up, lad.” Doux grinned at Jim, “Hangry? I get that. You look like you could use a good meal.”

“Well strangely I am in a cafe”

Claire kicked Jim under the table. He tried his best to stifle the grunt of pain. “Don’t mind Jim, he’s a tad grumpy from a bad training session. And we’ll take waters all around.” She smiled. Doux hurried off to go get their glasses.

In the end, Toby couldn’t pick a sandwich. He had three favorites and couldn’t decide between them yet. Jim and Claire had his back. They both got one of them and he got the third. Then they would all share the halves. A good plan. And it was a delicious one. Toby was thankful for his partners.

***

After finishing up training and walking Claire home, Jim and Toby went their separate ways. Toby had promised his Nana he’d go with her and her boyfriend to see a play in the next town over. Jim had promised his mother he’d be home for a family dinner. He wasn’t able to be home in time to cook, so this was going to be a roulette wheel when it came to food. He was betting on Y/n. As he came to the front door, he cracked it first and smelled the air before going inside as to make sure his candid reaction wouldn’t be bad. The aroma coming from the house was heavenly. Alright, Y/n. Jackpot.

Jim swung the door open wide as he strutted in. Everyone was in the kitchen, it looked like. He put his bag up and called to his family that he was home. Which was met with the two voices he had expected, but one he hadn’t. And it was a voice he didn’t want to hear right now. Douxie. Hisirdoux fucking Casperan. In his house. In his kitchen. In his territory.

Jim immediately felt his muscles tense up. He took a deep breath and put on his best fake smile before heading into the kitchen. Y/n was sautéing something over the stove. Barbara was stirring something which meant that she had insisted on helping and Y/n had done the equivalent of giving your younger sibling a game controller that wasn’t plugged in. The offending wizard was leaning over the bar counter from the other side, chatting away as if he had any reason to be here.

Once Y/n caught sight of Jim, she bubbled. “Jim! How was hiking? You three have fun?” she knew where he actually spent his Saturdays but they had to keep up the rouse for their mom. While Y/n particularly didn’t care for the lying, she also agreed with Jim that some things are best kept from worrisome mothers. Barbara gave her enough shit already for her frequent homecomings from bars and shows in the wee hours of the morning with scrapes and bruises. If their mother knew about Jim’s marginally more dangerous late-night escapades, she might actually have a nervous breakdown.

“Oh yeah, it was great. We saw a deer. It had a baby with it.”

“Majestic.” She turned and gestured to the man at the counter, “You remember Douxie, right?”

“Of course,” Jim said through gritted teeth forced into a smile. “In fact we just saw each other at the bistro earlier today.”

A timer went off. Y/n expressed her delight that something in the oven was done. Barb got some plates out of the cabinet, while Y/n pulled the main course out of the oven. She handed Jim the plates and silverware and sent him to go set the table. Jim supposed this was better than having to talk to Douxie. Until Douxie insisted on helping him. Great.

“So, Jim, I’ve heard a lot about you-”

“I’m sure you have.” Jim cut him off. Douxie was a bit confused, but figured he was still grumpy like he was earlier at the bistro. He’d leave the moody teen alone then. Perhaps he be in a better mood after getting some food in him and spending time with his family. Doux would try for conversation again then.

Jim did not get any less grumpy, to Douxie’s dismay. And Y/n’s. Y/n really needed both her family members to like her boyfriend. They were all each other had, and any strife would put a strain on their tiny closely-knit family unit. Y/n loved Douxie, and she wanted Jim and Barbara to love him to. To accept him. It would help put a validity to her feelings. If they liked him then she had made the right choice. She could never be with someone her loved ones hated. And as a bonus, it would be nice if she could give Douxie the family he never had. He deserved as much.

Luckily, Barbara had taken quite a liking to Arcadia’s most charming waiter. Jim however, was subtly hostile. Or at least he thought he was being subtle. It was very apparent to the other three at the table. As Douxie was animatedly telling Barb some story that she was laughing very hard at, Y/n turned to glare at her brother. Jim tried to feign innocence. Y/n rolled her eyes and put some more salad on her plate. Jim noticed the bracelet on her wrist. Funny, she had never been one for jewelry before. But she started wearing this one everyday right around the time she started working at the bookstore. Interesting.

Douxie finished up his story and turned his attention to Jim. He’d try once again to engage the trollhunter. He knew how important this was to Y/n. Douxie was going to make this little man like him if it was the last thing he did.

“I saw the school play you were in a couple weeks ago, Jim. You were quite the actor, and I know Shakespeare’s tough. Have you ever thought of going into it professionally? Claire’s told me she wants to. You two could be one of those celebrity power couples.”

Jim just offered a short thanks that was less hostile but not exactly enthusiastic either. Well, at least Doux was getting somewhere. It’s a start. Y/n was content with this. Jim would warm up to Douxie eventually. It didn’t have to be right away, even if she would have liked that.

After the dinner conversation had died down and the food long gone, Y/n set out to clear the table and clean the kitchen. Barbara also went to help her, but Douxie assured her he’d take care of it. He was a world class waiter after all. He stacked up the plates as Y/n grabbed the dinner dishes. And so the two set off to the world behind the wall, to clean or canoodle or whatever. Jim wasn’t too keen on thinking about it. His mother pulled him into the living room to sit on the couch and preceded to ask him twenty questions about Claire. He was almost happy when the lovebirds came back.

And then his mother made them all play some card game for three hours straight. All while the lovebirds flirted away right in front of them. It was like they had no shame. This guy just had to have Y/n under a spell or something, Jim was sure of it. There was no other explanation. As she giggled at another one of Douxie’s stupid jokes that weren’t even funny, Jim felt sick.

Finally it came time for that douchebag to leave. Jim rolled his eyes at his mother and sister fawning over Doux as he made his way to the door. He slinked over behind them to watch the guy leave and make sure that he left. As Douxie went through the door he gave Y/n a quick peck and said the stupidest line Jim had ever heard. Who does this guy think he is. Once the door was shut and Doux had indeed walked away, Jim scoffed.

“Bet that guy has a bank of pickup lines he’s memorized. There’s no way he came up with that on the fly.”

***

Jim was furious. He fought like a madman during training. Draal was just making it worse by encouraging it; he really liked the kid’s fire today. Draal had no idea what was up with him right now, but Jim was giving it his all. The trollhunter was rarely this aggressive. Blinky looked on as Jim growled and shouted with every strike. He hadn’t seen his son frothing at the mouth like this before. It was glorious. Keep this up and Angor Rot won’t know what hit him.

Claire and Toby were also training, with Arrggh, albeit with not even half as much gusto as Jimbo. They were also a wee bit distracted, trying to wind Jim down from said gusto. He came over to where they were to get some water. Taking this opportunity, Toby tried appealing to him once again.

“Dude, give it a rest, this is just like how you got all pissy about your mom dating Strickler.” Toby was exasperated.

“Y/n can’t date guys, my mother can’t date guys, no men should be frequently invited into our household! No boys allowed! Me and Toby are the only boys allowed!” Jim growled. He stormed off across the keep to go land another hit on Draal.

Blinky blinked. He was taken aback at the hostility from his charge. “So, do either of you have any idea as to what that was about.”

“Right now the winning theory is that this is like, about how heartbroken his mother was when his dad left, so now he doesn’t want that to happen again or something,” Claire sighed. Her teacher really was a good guy. Lonely too. Just like Y/n. They were going to be good for each other. Her boyfriend should be happy for them. Jim took a particularly dirty swipe at Draal. Toby grunted in sympathy. “Or maybe Douxie just poked Arcadia’s most possessive bear.”

***

Jim and Toby were walking downtown, enjoying their free time after a trollhunting mission on this fine Sunday afternoon. That is, until they came in sight of the bookstore. Jim felt that bitter feeling in his stomach again. He knew Y/n wasn’t working today. Douchey would be all alone. Now was his chance to confront this and end it before it got any worse. Toby noticed the malice in his eyes as he stomped towards the bookstore.

“Woah dude, what’re you doing?”

“I’m just going to have a little chat with Mr. Casperan that’s all.”

Toby threw his head back in exasperation. “There no talking you out of this is there?”

“Nope”

The bell jingled as they walked in. The bookshop smelled like Christmas. And Jim was about to try and talk politics with his racist uncle at the dinner table. Douxie came over and greeted them cheerily.

“Good afternoon, lads. Looking for any book in particular?”

“I’m not a part of this. I just happen to be with him physically.” Toby quickly asserted. Douxie quirked a brow at the odd statement. Jim pushed forward aggressively. Doux had the sense to back away from the boy.

“I’m onto you, wizard. Just what did you do to my sister? Did you slip her a love potion? Is that bracelet she’s been wearing charmed?” Jim growled. Toby cringed on the sidelines.

Douxie blinked. “Excuse me?”

“There’s no other explanation for your ‘relationship’. You’ve got to be magicking her. And I won’t just sit here and let it happen. That’s my sister and it’s my job to protect her from creeps like you.”

Douxie took in the boys words, and a deep breath. He tried his best not to sound too defensive and provoke the kid further, “Okay, wow. That’s quite an accusation there, friend.” He moved away from where the boy had backed him into a bookshelf. “You know, out of all that you just implied, the part I think I’m most offended by is the fact that you’d think I’d mess with Y/n’s free will like that.”

Douxie straightened some books on a nearby display. “You know Jim, when it comes to love-” Jim stormed out of the bookstore before Doux could take his lecture any further, grabbing Toby by the arm so he’d follow. Toby mouthed a big ‘I’m sorry’ to Doux as he was pulled out of the store.

***

Jim’s pencil felt abused. He was furiously scribbling the answers to his homework with a heavy hand. He still had a lot of pent up rage, even after accosting poor Doux. After snapping his lead for the seventh time in the hour, Jim decided that switching subjects to Spanish instead of math for a bit might help him calm down. He moved to his bed to start the assigned reading. He laid on his stomach, propping up his head in his hands to see his textbook. His blue eyes perused the paragraphs punctuated by cheesy cartoons. He was halfway through the third page when a knock came at his door. Taking a deep breath, he called for whoever it was to let themselves in. His sister stepped into view.

Jim ran a hand through his dark hair. Here comes the scolding. He didn’t even have to ask if Y/n had heard about what he’d done today. If Douxie himself hadn’t told her then Tobes certainly did. Jim wasn’t proud of it, now that it was all said and done. He knew he deserved whatever Y/n was about to dish out. He sat up and crisscrossed his legs. She pulled his desk chair over and sat backwards in it so that she was facing him on the bed.

That’s it. No scolding came. She just sat and looked at him, neutral faced. He squirmed at the nothing. She lifted up the coffee mug in her hands and took a slow sip, not breaking eye contact with him. Jim began to sweat. He tried to avoid her gaze by looking down at the floor, but he could still feel her eyes upon him. Sighing, he had to admit defeat.

“Okay, so I do feel bad about what I said to Douxie today.” He looked back up to meet Y/n’s eyes. She raised a brow. “It was wrong of me to jump to conclusions like that, I’m sorry.”

Y/n appeared to be satisfied by that. A smile spread across her face and she nodded to him. She stood up, and ruffled his hair on her way out. Still refusing to break her silence, she motioned for him to follow her downstairs.

***

Y/n set her coffee cup down on the table. She pulled another mug out of the cabinet for Jim. Grabbing the coffee pot from its nest under the coffeemaker, she filled Jim’s mug and topped off her own. Sliding the mug across the table to Jim, she sat down. Jim could smell the aromas of the several colorful dishes baking that he could see through the screen of the oven door. Strange, it was already half past nine. There was cinnamon in the air, so at least one of those dishes contained dessert. Jim’s stomach growled at the thought.

“You know I’m not the one you should have to apologize to, Jimbo.”

“I know, I know,” He looked at the ground, “I’ll go talk to him tomorrow after school.”

Silence filled the kitchen again. Y/n took a sip of coffee. This conversation was going to be hard. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. She took yet another long sip of coffee to figure out a good enough way to word this. She took a breath.

“So, uh- listen Jimbo. I- I know it’s tough, ya know, with it just being us. And our family’s tight because of it. But you can’t get so protective that new people can’t join it. Or even try.”

Jim took a breath, “I know it’s just, I-, what happens when we, when you, get so attached to him, and he decides that he doesn’t care for you anymore. When he turns out to be bad. When he just disappears. Like- like they do.”

“Oh, Jim,” She reached across the table for his hand. “That’s my risk to take, Jim. I fully recognize that what I’m doing is hazardous and I could get hurt really bad. But I still chose to do it. I choose it every day. We all do, when we fall in love.”

Jim took a sip and lingered, staring into his cup. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” He chuckled, “I know I’d be devastated if Claire ever wizened up and left me.”

“Look, you gotta trust me okay? Douxie isn’t dad or Strickler. I promise. He’s kind. I trust him. After you apologize, I think you really should start to make an effort to get to know him. If not for me, for Claire dude. And I think you’ll really like him. Promise you’ll give him a chance?”

Jim sighed in defeat. “Alright. I promise.”

She stood up and stretched out her back, making those stretching noises that people do. She checked the food in the oven. The buns were ready, but the quiche still needed a few minutes. She took out the pans and put them on the cooling rack. After fanning them for a few seconds, she turned to Jim, “So you want a spinach bun or a cinnamon bun?”

“How is that a question?” Jim laughed.

“Spinach bun it is then,” She teased as she tossed him the cinnamon one.

“What’s all this for anyway?” He gestured to the oven and the buns.

“Oh, uh, its actually for a date tonight?” She looked warry of how he’d react.

“Okay,” He guessed now would be as good a time as ever to start letting this go, “You crazy kids have fun.” Y/n laughed, relived.

Douxie had just finished up the sweeping and was ready to close up. As he headed to towards the front doors, he took one last look around the place to make sure he didn’t miss anything. All clean and tidy. Whoever opened tomorrow would appreciate it. He flipped the neon sign from open to nope and started locking up. Which is when his girlfriend pounced on him and almost gave him a heart attack. She just appeared out of thin air to tackle him into a hug. Scared the living daylights out of him. Y/n apologized profusely when she noticed him freak out but was still snickering between sorries so she probably didn’t mean it. He asked her just what the hell she was doing here and she picked up a picnic basket that was on the ground to show him.

“I just knew a certain wizard hadn’t eaten yet tonight.”

***

Y/n felt the ground beneath her back through the picnic blanket. The new spring growth had made them a cushion of sorts. Her head rested in the crook of Douxie’s shoulder as his arm was wrapped around her. It was nice here. Comfy. She could smell his hair and feel his chest move as he breathed. Their heartbeats made a nice rhythm to accompany the cricket song and the noise of the trees swaying. The stars were so lovely tonight. Stellar.

Douxie broke the quiet. “So I brushed up on my astrology.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/n quirked her brow. Astrology was one of her biggest interests. She’d loved it since her grandmother had given her a book about it when she was small. It was a well-worn, well-loved book. Her grandmother had handwritten things in the margins too. She’d been talking Douxie’s ears off about it during work earlier that week. Something was just so fascinating about how there were gorgeous balls of light in the sky that could tell you the future. There really was magic embedded in the fabric of the universe. It was sweet that he would care enough to learn about her interests. Very sweet indeed. The fact that he went out of his way just so he could talk to her about something she loved? Tooth-rotting. She wasn’t sure if her heart sped up because she was excited to talk about astrology or because of the sugar rush he just gave her.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve needed to look at constellations, we do have GPS now, but I think I remember enough,” He pointed to the sky, “That’s Pisces, right?”

“Yes!” Y/n couldn’t stop herself from smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.

“And that’s Aries, which marks the beginning of spring,” He looked back at Y/n who nodded to him, “oh, and look! We can see Venus tonight.”

“Hey Douxie, I love you. And You’re really making me want to kiss you right now.”

He chuckled and wiggled his eyes brows teasingly, “Ah, yes, I am aware of the effect I have.” She rolled her eyes and put her hand on his face to push him away. If he saw the blush creeping up on her, he’d just get flirtier. She wasn’t sure she could handle that. Something caught her eye and instantly stole her attention.

“Look! A shooting star! Make a wish Doux.” She pointed to the streak of light that flashed.

“I don’t need wishes when I’m here with you, Love.” If her face was pink before it was bright red now.

Y/n hid her face in her hands, “No! You were supposed to say something silly,” She came back up to look him in the eyes, “not something that makes me want to kiss you even more.”

He leaned his head in closer, “Well, what’s stopping you, Y/n”

Well, that was obviously a dare. She couldn’t not kiss him now. So she did. They melted into it instantly. At first it was sweet and slow, but they got a bit hungrier, and the kiss got a bit sloppier. Douxie smelled like the bookstore, Y/n loved the smell of the bookstore. It was everything safe in her life. He was everything safe in her life. Her best friend. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. He loved how her lips just fit together with his perfectly. Y/n Lake was everything he’d been waiting for all these years. Soft and kind, with such a beautiful heart. Not to mention, a badass. Yet, even with all his ancient baggage, she still cared for him. Made him feel like new again. Out of all the wizards of Arcadia Oaks, she chose him. He still couldn’t believe it. They pulled apart way sooner than either of them wanted, but they did have to breathe, so it had to be done. Locked in Douxie’s gaze, Y/n broke the intensity to giggle.

“But really, I was setting you up for a joke. You know what you could have done with that, Doux?” She teased.

“I’ll remember that for next time, Love.”

“Ah, they’re super rare. This is the first time I’ve ever seen one in all my stargazing years.”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to see the next one. And the next one. All the shooting stars you want. Only seeing them every few decades could make them a special little thing for us.” He said so nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just implied that he expected their love to last for countless decades. As if it were a given. Suddenly it hit her. She could live thousands of years by his side. She would live thousands of years by his side. This was it. She wasn’t even sure humans could turn this vivid a shade of red. Y/n’s heart was gonna pop if it beat any harder.

“Stars, are you just hellbent on making me combust tonight? It too hot out here for this.” Douxie just laughed, a twinkle in his eye. She focused on her beloved stars to calm her down. She sighed, “The stars really are beautiful tonight.”

“You know what else is beautiful?”

“Me?”

“You- aww, you’ve heard that one.”

Y/n’s snort rung in the air. So, he does just have a bank of pick-up lines he’s pulling from. Interesting. Guess it must be tough having to be Arcadia’s most charming waiter. They stilled again. The comfortable silence embraced them. And they could have basked in it all night, if Douxie had not a burning question he had been waiting to ask his beloved.

“So- uh,” She looked to him expectedly, “Do you think there’s life out there?”

Y/n tried not to laugh too hard with Douxie’s very serious tone, “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Now it was Douxie’s turn to smile so wide his cheeks hurt. “Really?”

“Yeah,” She said, “I think it’d be kinda arrogant to assume that with all that vastness up there that we’re the only ones who exist.”

“That’s a really good point.” Douxie said excitedly. He pulled her tighter into his embrace and snuggled. “I think I’m going to use that on Zoe next time she tries to tell me that I’m crazy and aliens aren’t real.”

“Yeah Babe! Win that argument!” Y/n encouraged.

She peppered his face with kisses. That big smile stayed on his face as he closed his eyes in delight. He repaid her with a nose kiss. And she repaid that by starting another snogging session.

***

Little did they know that shoot star was really aliens akiriddion spaceship crash 3below wait shit the akiriddions landed in like season two and ive set this in one ugh just pretend like this makes sense hfhadhiufs

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