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Just so it's clear, one of my big dni crits is this:
TW: My rant includes HEAVY topics of ed (eating disorders) and intentionally starving yourself/unhealthy weight loss 🙁.
This post is also ULTRA long, will definitely contain grammar and spelling mistakes, and I'm not going to say 100% everything here is accurate information, as I'm a human and I make mistakes too.
Let me get this clear, I dont mean anyone harm with this post. My intention isn't to hate or attack/hurt anyone to make them feel upset. I know that having an ed is a serious matter. I have friends and family who actively have/had these kinds of eds, so im not uneducated on this subject and I do understand it to a very in-depth degree. This is not to say I know everything about this topic, however.
It is definitely not easy to recover from, and lots of people struggle from it every day. I am NOT saying people with this disorder are any less human than anyone else. I'm saying it's toxic for those who do have it since it actually harms your body a lot, and pushing it on others (not the fact you have it in the first place) is something I don't support.
So respectfully, if you do support/promote eds as a positive thing, or are/follow/interact with blogs who do, BLOCK ME AND DNI. thank you.
I love everyone for who they are inside, regardless of what their body looks like. And I'm telling you right now, as someone who tried so hard to have a perfect body and stop eating bc im super insecure, it's not worth it, and it makes you feel so shitty. I love you, whoever is reading this, no matter what. So please don't change who you are just to make others happy :( <3
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So I was looking thru tumblr, and this one post kept getting shown to me where people were talking about basically the idea of: "its worth it to keep losing that undesired weight, you'll see results soon" as like a motivational thing. The tags (straight up tells you it's supposed to be inspo to becoming skinny and supports the idea having an ed is the only way to get a dream bod), and their whole blog had ed encouragement/motivation. To keep...starving, i guess.?? Despite their user being about being strong and healthy, nothing about this is healthy or keeps your body strong.
I didn't decide to write a whole rant about just that part of the post because I didn't start getting super concerned until i read the notes/comments (since i had seen a lot of these 'tw : ed' blogs before already). What I saw was that tons of users were promoting starving yourself as a goal and a good thing, and basically glorifying having an ed. And also using kpop idols with skinny and perfect figures like wonyoung to tell others that (almost a literal direct quote from this user-) 'us ed people don't want to be helped and we won't stop starving ourselves until we reach the weight we want.'
"You see it as negativity cause you're not disordered." KEEP IN MIND THE PERSON THEY'RE TALKING TO USED TO ACTUALLY HAVE AN ED (the screenshot below is the person they were talking to). I understand you can't push people to get help if they don't want it, but you have to draw a line when you start saying that every person with ed doesn't want help, which just isnt true. I looked at their blog, and it was all just calculating how many calories they ate and burned every day. Most of the posts they basically only totaled 300 calories a day. THAT IS SUPER SICK ☹️. An average human needs like 2000+ calories a day. It actively influences people to copy them by posting and blogging this SUPER unhealthy weight loss. It IS NOT positive on any level. It does nothing good for you. You won't feel any happier when you look in the mirror if all you can feel is pure hunger because you won't give your body what it needs. This is so sad to me because all the comments had people trying to ask how to start starving themselves, and every blog I clicked on all had ed triggers on their posts and bios. Some of those blogs were saying NOT to become like them because they can't see themselves recovering now that they're in too deep.
As said by people online who actually had and got through having an ed, they have explained it is very unhealthy and they were glad to recover. So even though I do not have an ed, and you might think I shouldn't be "judging" people who have them, there are plenty of formerly ed diagnosed people who know the bad effect it has on others/had on them because they can accurately relate. You can still educate people on a subject even if you yourself do not have to suffer from it/have it, as long as you're doing it properly with proven facts (literally all credible research you do anywhere backed by science and experts will prove eds aren't healthy). People educate themselves to teach others about other illnesses, ongoing or past wars in history, etc, they don't have firsthand experience with/from. And they can still be just as valid sometimes.
My whole point here is that on tumblr and so many other social media platforms, I keep seeing people (posts like this and whole blogs centered around this stuff,) encouraging (mainly young) girls to stop eating altogether to have a body that society and other people are more satisfied with. That's why, for a while, I also tried to do the same because of the people saying it was a positive thing to gain a bad relationship with food and start counting your calories to be perfect. I'm also someone who struggles with body image and being shamed for gaining weight. But at some point hou need to realize hurting your body and mental state is SO WRONG. NOBODY is perfect. So don't push you or anyone else to be. I learned this, and I get its super hard to ignore the judgment forced onto you by society and your surroundings, but there will be people who appreciate you just how you are now. Like me.
So with all that said, the moral here is:
Don't starve urself (on purpose. Bc some people genuinely have trouble eating and starve themselves non intentionally. I have friends who do this 😭)
You're perfect how u are now without being as slim as your idols (and even K-pop idols don't tell others usually to be like them because they know that their companies forcing them to strictly control their weight isn't something they want fans to look up to).
Don't force (potential) ed on others
Don't encourage unhealthy relationship with your body and food
I do support people with eds, as long as they aren't trying to make it something others should look up to, and aspire to have.
If you are someone who wants to normalize having an ed as healthy or positive, please do not interact with this blog and feel free to block me :(
Thank you for reading, have a good day and ily for whoever is reading this. 💗💖💓💕
#major tw : ed#ed awareness#stop normalizing this kind of stuff#coming from someone who struggles with body image#dni criteria#you're perfect the way you are <33#body posititivity#educate yourself#educate yourselves#get educated#stop making blogs prommoting ed
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I think Tumblr ate my Ask since I’ve seen other Asks I sent in after it were already posted.
Genuine advice question: when does a fan fiction stop being a fan fiction and become an Original Work?
I am right now writing a story that is set in the universe of an established franchise and is about the children of some of the protagonists. But they’re all OCs and the fic takes place years after canon. The bulk of the story takes place in a location that has been established in canon but the franchise hasn’t used since the early 2000s
Should I tag this story with the fandom tag or as an Original Work?
Or, should I just not post it at all? I’m a veteran of FFN 2002-4 era when people who wrote OC centered fics were bullied and harassed extensively, I don’t want to go through the same experience now
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This is a duplicate, obviously, but to respond to the first part, I sometimes post things right away if tumblr fucks up when I'm trying to get to the 'add to queue' dropdown. I might also post them right away on purpose if I'm interested and want responses faster or if I'd like them to hit at a good hour on a weekend or something.
Right now, I'm waiting for three or four days before going through my inbox, so I do usually scroll back to find the first of 60 or 80 or whatever. But if I'm logging in more often, I'll usually just start with whatever ask I see first, not the earliest one sent. I'll sometimes also scroll up and down a little, looking for ones that are happier or about a different topic to break up something that's getting tedious.
It totally is possible for tumblr to just eat something, but my queue is also days long and not necessarily in order, so it's hard to tell.
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And you should tag them with the fandom. Original vs. fic is about intent, not the actual degree of originality in the work.
If you're lifting some ideas from someone else's world building with the intent to make something basically original, it's Original Work. If you're setting out to write a fanfic in a canon world but populated by OCs, that's fic. Yes, even if some OC-haters whine about it.
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You've convinced me. How would one get into Mad T Party?
Oh goodness where do I begin!!! LONG POST AHEAD!!!! Ok soooo I have some posts tagged as #mad t fandom lore thanks to @spikrock and @hattersgirlalice for giving me the inspiration to start this whole rabbit hole of nostalgia lol which showcases the basic general info of the mtp band performer's nicknames and noteworthy moments in the fandom (mostly gifs of the band that altered the fandom in some way, and fanart from the captains)
U can watch all the videos of the band performing on YouTube (There's numerous sources but I personally like to watch Nick Turchens playlist another place to find vids of T are just random clips here on Tumblr)
The OG Captains from what I can personally remember were @briannacherrygarcia she was THE ARTIST! she made the majority of the fanart headcanons for the fandom along with Storywhisper who wrote fanfics! (unfortunately they're deactivated and it still makes me sad I wanted to reread all their fics to freshen up on the lore but alas they are lost in the void somewhere as far as I know if anybody has links saved uhhhh help a girl out 👀)
There's many other talented fanfic authors and fan-artists!!! Gifs and Photography were a HUGE part of the fandom! People would make reaction gifs out of any and everything! Alot of shippy moments that were captured by these talented peeps made us all go feral EVERY SINGLE. TIME. BCUZ THEY WERE OUR ONLY REFERENCE FOR CANON CHARACTERIZATION STUFF.
@briannacherrygarcia (she always ate and left no crumbs🔥🔥🔥 absolutely iconic queen💅 a freaking art legend for any Alice in wonderland fan)
@cogitaeworks / @cogitae (they are godtier ohh m y godd fucking gorgeous artworks I swear)
Here is a list of all the blogs I've hunted down here on Tumblr to rummage thru for anything Mad T related, u don't have to follow all of these peeps a good majority of them especially on the lower half are inactive, and lower half is mostly just reblogs from other blogs maybe we can find eachother and form a lil T renaissance I'm just desperate for any MTP crumbs from this ancient ruin of a fandom lost to time
@elrohare is still active, they don't write fics as recently but thier old fics r one of the only main references I still use for MTP fics character arcs and lore so far
@rockingthemadtparty @oldeststoryintheuniverse @madtpartymisadventures @mishydraws @capnhap @artbymaryc @cheshire-kitten @nodamikimischief @fannishflightsoffancy @trekkiebeth @marchmousekits @drinkmebar-blog @tevlek @mgmpluto @allpackedforadventure @its-maddhatterfan @glindyupland @thackery-earwicket @t-party-madness @nemo-in-wonderland @marchmouse @zintk @allpackedforadventure @mrsmarchhare @thatrandomartistjavi @xsunnysoftx @illuminatilovesyou @fandom-hell-ferrylass @writegeist-muse @midnightwriterkay @littleivyfaery-blog @inuitakumi @queerasian-blog @mrchmouse-blog @burrwabbits @thacky-earwicket
(Put an F in the chat for @storywhisper 😢 they're not dead as far as I know but their blog is totally gone from Tumblr and I can't find any of their fics 😭😭😭)
If u wanna get to know more about the performers outside of the band, as in irl, they have social medias on YouTube and TikToks. I'm still a little iffy on sharing the irl identities for new fans cuz the whole character integrity thing at Disney AND ALL THE OG FANS REMEMBER ALL THE DRAMA ABOUT THIS TYPE OF STUFF IYKYK First I would have to get consent from a trusted source who can confirm that they are ok with fans knowing thier identity outside of T. Y'all gotta be respectful this time frfr 😒🙄
And not to toot my own horn but I've made a few MTP fanarts recently tagged in #myart and I'm in the middle of making my own Mad T Party Universe. Taking inspiration from multiple headcanons and performances from the fandom and combining them all together in a multi chapter art/comic thing??? IDK I'm not a writer but imma just post art pieces here and there with lore sprinkled in or something low-key if anybody wants to help me write it I'd totally appreciate it cuz how the hell do authors DO THIS ALL THE TIME 😭😩 y'all are troopers for keeping all these random facts and characters in ur head all the damn time🙃 and the audacity to have it in a linear timeline?? Organization???never heard of her!
Soooo yeaaaaa just look at my tag #mad t fandom lore for the basics, devour all of Briannacherrygarcia's masterpieces, watch the YouTube vids, follow some of the blogs, and maybe follow me as well since I'm rebooting this fandom apparently. Cringe is dead and I'm the grim fucking reaper.
FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS IF U HAVE ANY! Or if u wanna discuss shippy stuff 💞💞💞
Btw this has absolutely nothing to do with MTP but high-key I LOVE ur url bcuz I'm actually a Neo-Pagan Persephone devotee sooo the whole pomegranate thing is just *chefs kiss* ✨blessed be fellow warlock/witch✨
#sorry this is super long its probably just gonna be used as a reference for myself aswell#mad t party band#mad t party#mtp#mad t fandom#mad t fandom lore#mtp hatter#mtp tarrant#mtp march hare#mtp thackery#mtp dormouse#mtp mally#mtp chesire#mtp caterpillar#mtp absolem#mtp alice#mtp mad hatter
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Hey i love your fics, even though they make me cry heh and i wanted to ask do you have a masterlist or would you ever make one for your fics on tumblr? if not thats totally cool, i was just wondering, have a great day!
ahhHH thank you so much!! <3 all my fics on tumblr are under the “my fic” tag, but I’ve been meaning to make a masterlist for ages so I guess this is the day, thank u for finally giving me the push to do this :’D
FIC MASTERLIST
Mult-Chapter Fics (FFN only)
Raising Hell
(my baby I’ll be writing for the rest of my life, essentially a massive fic covering Kai, Nya and Lloyd’s relationship throughout the seasons)
All I’m Asking For
(team-centric holidays-fic au following the aftermath of an Oni battle)
Down Comes the Night
(s9 au where Lloyd, Morro and Harumi have to work together that maN I need to update)
Those Left Behind
(post-s8 fic following Lloyd and Nya coping with the guys’ “deaths”, written before s9 premiered)
One Shots (tumblr)
(below the cut because there are. a lot.)
Skywalker Syndrome pt. I
Skywalker Syndrome pt. II
Skywalker Syndrome pt. III
(Lloyd loses an arm and a whole lot of aftermath, circa s8/9)
any port in a storm
(Pixal and Lloyd and the evolving nature of friendship, as highlighted by the regular burning down of your city. Lloyd and Pixal bonding throughout s8/9)
Heirloom
(snapshots of Lloyd and his relationship with titles)
planetary go
(Lloyd attends Rachel ((oc)) and Brad’s field trip, and things blow up)
Wishful Thinking
(post s10 Lloyd and Garmadon angst)
Wishful Thinking part 2
(considerably less angsty oneshot where Garmadon attempts to understand Lloyd, in disguise)
the idiot’s guide to not despising your cousin
(au where Lloyd and Morro get to be cousins that’s so long it will crash your browser)
call the police and the fireman (alternative warning: fire hazard)
(Lloyd learns to breathe fire, and it goes as well as you’d expect)
There’s Insurance for That
(Five places the ninja are no longer allowed into, featuring Skylor)
a complicated profession
(mandalorian au with Kai and Nya as Mandalorians)
slipping
(Lloyd goes oni mode real quick and handles it Not So Well)
Sleepsong
(sad s5 aftermath, featuring Lloyd and Cole)
what stays and what fades away
(post s11 aftermath, with a focus on zangst)
and it is a shame
(s11 ice emperor speculation, featuring Lloyd, Akita and Zane)
in which the monastery almost burns down again
(the ninja try to throw Lloyd a surprise birthday party)
flicker
(Kai-centric fic dealing with his relationship with fire over seasons)
turned to smoke
(s1 Lloyd and Garmadon versus s8 Lloyd and Garmadon angst)
exposure therapy
(pre-s8, Lloyd tries living alone)
close for comfort
(Kai has nightmares after Chen’s staff in s4)
Kai possessed by Morro rambling
(not really a fic, but also sort of?? close enough)
hyacinth (in yellow)
(post-s7 Lloyd and Cole-centric angst, focusing on lost parents)
Fic for art where Kai takes a hit for Lloyd
(it’s. also angst.)
n stands for neutral
(Kai teaches Lloyd how to drive. Sort of.)
aftermaths
(post s10 Kai and Lloyd talking)
déjà vu
(Lloyd and Nya after Cole falls in s10)
two a.m. tea
(Pixal, Nya and Lloyd bonding over cheap tea, pre-s7 through s9)
snip, snip
(Kai gives kid Lloyd a new hairstyle)
it’s me (version 2.0)
(Show Lloyd and Movie Lloyd have a bad day thanks to dimension-jumping oni)
terrorize y’all’s neighborhood
(fluffy team halloween fic with kid Lloyd)
juxtaposition
(Lloyd and Garmadon, as seen in contrasting snapshots through seasons)
Survivor Ninja!
(post s2, the ninja get stranded at sea for the day — crack)
fears
(s2 bad end au, the single worst fic I’ve ever written, everyone dies and no one is happy)
heartbreak
(Wu-centric angst over Lloyd and Garmadon’s similarities)
nightmares
(Cole’s nightmares as a ghost are particularly dangerous)
lost on you (alt. ouroboros)
(Morro, Harumi, and Lloyd on loss and the color green)
ninjago incredibles au
(exactly what it says on the tin, incredibles 2-era inspired)
on gifts
(Edna and Jay growing up)
could have-beens
(harumi dies?? written during s9 not sure what this one is actually but it’s angst)
weathering
(post-s5, Kai finds Lloyd watching storms)
like a bad soap opera
(mid-s8 episode aftermath of harumi’s betrayal)
some other person’s destiny
(Lloyd and Harumi on the river mid-s8, I cannot believe this was the first fic I wrote for ninjago)
Kai runs into the son of Lord Garmadon for the first time (movie-verse)
Kai and Lloyd prank Chen, featuring grumpy cousin Morro (movie-verse)
Kai and Nya on leaving Lloyd behind in s5
The show ninja watch their movie
Grave Danger snippet with Lloyd in the river whooo
That ATLA au where Harumi’s a bloodbender
S5 snippet with Lloyd and Ronin vibing over possession
S9 au angst where Lloyd and Nya never found out the guys were alive
Halloween Jay and Lloyd fic Tumblr ate like three times
Angsty Jay and Cliff Gordon oneshot
Lloyd gets his ear pierced by Kai
#answered#masterlist#this took sO long hdnjkfg#i didnt realize how many i had lying around#glances at wips#weeps#Anonymous
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SPN 1x06 “Skin”
Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.
You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.
I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.
Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.
I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.
Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.
DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?
SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.
DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.
SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.
DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.
SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?
DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.
Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.
SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.
DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.
Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.
YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.
Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.
Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.
SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.
DEAN: We could.
REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?
SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)
DEAN: Detective, actually.
I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”
Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.
It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.
SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.
I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.
DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.
When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.
You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?
REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.
Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.
Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.
Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.
And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.
This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.
How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…
I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.
Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.
This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.
ANYWAY
Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!
DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)
I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…
But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.
SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.
Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.
DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.
SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)
Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.
Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.
This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.
Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.
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Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.
It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.
SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?
SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)
SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)
SAM: What are you talkin’ about?
SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)
This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.
REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?
SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)
REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)
SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)
It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.
Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.
This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.
Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.
AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!
I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.
How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?
Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.
BUT.
THIS FUCKING SCENE.
I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)
It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders
Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear
Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go
I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary
This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)
The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it
Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.
For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.
And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.
Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?
Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.
Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.
REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)
DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)
SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)
DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)
(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)
DEAN: Ugh, come on.
I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.
One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.
SAM: What are you gonna do to me?
SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.
SAM: They’ll never catch him.
SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)
Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.
Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…
And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????
I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.
At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.
#SPN 1x06#amispnrewatch#reclaiming spn#performing!dean#lawboy#bi!dean#dean x cassie#dean x lee#stiles stilinski#void!stiles#teen wolf#dean deserved better
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Threads of Fate 2: Electric Boogaloo (Jason Todd X reader)
Hello everyone, E here with another story! this time it’s part 2 for the story i wrote for my good friend @hains-mae last year for her birthday! so naturally it’s her birthday again cuz that’s how they work! Red Hoodie X reader. I hope you all have an amazing week. I will be trying to write my original story and post it sometime this/next week but we’ll see what happens. Stay safe, take care of yourself, for the love of all that is holy stay inside! wear masks! PLEASE! GET THE FLIPPING VACCINE IF YOU CAN!
E out, byeeeeeee! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAE!
Here’s both parts conveniently in one place for you (cuz tumblr hates me and my tags)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29955270/chapters/73737858
“Romeo and Juliet? You’re so cliché that troupes are rolling their eyes at you.”
I shoot him a dirty glare “Says the guy that has Pride and Prejudice in his jacket pocket. Yeah yeah” I cut him off before he begins to throw out excuses “I know you say it’s thick enough to stop bullets but you’re not fooling me. You love some classic romance.”
“You’re no Lizzy Bennet” he grumbles behind his mask.
“And you no Mr. Darcy yet I tolerate you all the same.”
“It’s for my charming personality.”
“Certainly not for your face.” I playfully throw back “Smooth, featureless and red isn’t exactly my type.”
“I’m surprise you have a type given your lack of taste in books.”
I roll my eyes “Oh great now the former crime lord is giving me crap about my tastes in book.”
He rose his hands in surrender “Hey, that was my edgy phase.”
“Was? You’re still dressing like a goon from indie action film.”
“You kidding? Goons wish they looked this good.”
“I don’t think any respectable goon would shop at the thrift store.”
“Low blow. Low blow.”
I give the costumed vigilante a sideways smile as we settle into a comfortable silence.
It’s been about two years since Red Hood decided to intrude my quiet life (well as quiet as life could be in Gotham) and we have developed this strange friendship.
Every moment he wasn’t on patrol or at a briefing (coughfamilymeetingcough) he spent here. At first, I thought it was just him checking up on me like some overburdening mother worried their child couldn’t handle a minute in the backyard but I soon realized this became some sort of haven for him, a place for him to just exist. Not quite relax and let his guard down but just to be. No appearances of brutality to keep up, no disappointed glances from his estranged father figure. Just him picking on me because he’s a jerk.
But then again so am I.
I nervously glance at the red string tied snugly around my finger. It pulled off to the side though not too much further from me as its other end was wrapped around Red’s finger.
Strings of fate mom used to call it. My power to see the threads of destiny tying two people deeply together. At first I thought it was love or something junk like that but now I’m thinking maybe it just leads you to someone you need and someone that needs you back.
Or maybe it is love, what do I know? All I know about my power is it makes walking the streets harder than it needs to be. Ever see those old pictures of cities with powerlines just in every freaking direction? The strings are at least ten times worse than that! Luckily they’re not real? Well more an abstract concept that I see and not physical and you know what don’t worry about it.
“So” Red spoke up after a moment “Hungry?”
“After you insulting my taste in books?” I gave a fake pout “Starving. Oh shoot, I forgot to go to the store.”
Red chuckled “You didn’t forget, Penguin decided to try to extort it for protection money.”
“Oh” I blush in embarrassment “Right.”
“And you fell back asleep.”
I waved him off “Sometimes you just wake up, see the news and decide it’s not worth it.”
“I never get to sleep in.” Red rose to his feet “but honestly I’ve always had trouble sleeping.”
The nightmares. He mentioned it once in an off hand comment when he asked me why I toss and turn at loud noises. Gotham just does that too you. Eventually you learn to get ready to bolt at any loud noises over 190 decibels. Fun fact, that’s the noise level of a shotgun fired by your ear or a rocket taking off.
Or Joker laughing on the roof of your apartment building. Let me tell you, nothing’s louder than that madman. Thunder sounds like cats and dogs once you hear the Joker’s manic chuckle just a few feet away from you. One time years ago and I can still feel the chills run down my back whenever I think of it.
“So are you going to order pizza or what?” I asked quizzically “Since you’re aware I don’t have any in the fridge.”
I could practically hear the sarcasm dripping in every word out of his mouth as he held a bag of groceries aloft “I was trained by Batman. I’m always prepared.”
Batman. Whatever his relationship with the dark knight currently is, he always spoke of him with a soft, gentle voice. A quiet pride that out of everyone in the world, the Bat chose him. But with that pride was a hint of shame. Everyone knew Red Hood hadn’t exactly made it easy on the old bat and while Hoodie was changing his ways, there was still some friction between them.
I didn’t say anything though. No point. He knew where he stood with his father figure and bringing it up would just make him sully. Besides I was way too curious to know how good of a cook he was.
I marveled in an awe silence as he expertly placed the various ingredients across my messy counter. He chuckled to himself as he cleared it to make space for dinner. I could feel my cheeks burn.
Watching him was oddly mesmerizing: His movements were precise yet graceful for someone with his build. He glided across the floor effortlessly, smoothly dicing whatever he brought one moment then by the time I blinked, he was warming up the frying pan by the stove.
Soon an incredible smell filled the air while the sizzling of meat practically had me drooling.
“Your chin.” Red motioned to my lip with a spatula. I brought up my hand and flinched at how moist it was. Okay so it was drool. Sue me! You’d be drooling too if you had to deal with waiting for whatever heavenly meal he was cooking, okay?
Desperate to change the subject, I piped up “Should be I concern how well you handle that knife?”
He gave a casual wave with said instrument “I hold the power of destruction and creation in my hand.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
Red coughed loudly “I’ve trained with various weapons knives included. You’d be surprised how much overlap happens between cooking and weapons handling.”
“Right. Sure. That’s a totally normal statement.”
“What about me” He gestured to himself “Is normal?”
“Fair point.” I conceded.
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“Am I forgiven?”
I grumbled a half answer as I tried not to let on how delicious this meal was. I don’t make the best money and let me tell you before this the fanciest thing I ever ate was some overpriced pasta from some restaurant chain. This easily beat anything I have ever tasted except mom’s cooking but I hadn’t had that in years.
Red snorted, his voice smooth and melodic not filtered through some robotic alternation. I didn’t really had a dining room or a dinner table so we sat comfortably on my couch, tv playing some nonsense in the background as we both took in the sight of the city beyond my modest window. The lower part of his mask retracted backwards via some kind of high tech witchcraft and allowed him to eat his food without needing to show the rest of his handsome face.
I mean I think it was handsome. I assumed it was handsome given I accidentally figured out who was under the whole persona he set up for himself. I never told him that I knew though I suspect he knew that I figured it out. He was smart even if he acted like an idiot and it really was for the best. Plausible deniability. If I never asked, he never needed to answer.
“You know if you want me to cook again, you need to forgive me. Otherwise I’m not gonna waste my time anymore.” Red threatened with a tease.
I let out an exasperated groan “Fine, fine! It’s good. It’s the best food I’ve ever had! Is that what you want to hear?”
“Naturally. Though I could never compete with Alfred. He has no equal in the kitchen. Better than my brothers though. They can’t cook to save their lives. Tim practically lives on fast food.”
I stopped shoving food into my maw as an icy chill ran through my body. The comfy silence that filled my humble apartment turned tense.
One of those names I could pretend away: Tim? Alfred? Every day common names. But together? Tim AND Alfred. Everyone knew every member of the Wayne family because they were the only rich family in Gotham who didn’t want to screw everyone else over. And he brought up his brothers. That was the final nail in the coffin.
I put down my fork slowly. I could feel myself breath heavily but I refused to see him. I refused to meet his mask with nothing but my own shocked reflection to look back at me.
“I know you know who I am.” He said simply.
I could feel the syrupy urge to look at him ebbing at my resolve.
I swallowed uneasily “What now? What happens to me?”
‘Us’ I left unasked.
Silence.
“I don’t know”
I tried to calm my breathing but I could feel panic grip at me: Does this mean he’s not going to come anymore? Does this mean I have to go into witness protection? Is Batman going to scold me?!
“But I want to.”
I couldn’t help myself. I turned to him and for one of the few times in my life I was left speechless.
I was not staring at Red Hood. I found myself not looking at the smooth, featureless mask I had grown accustom to these last two years but Jason Todd.
Out of all of Bruce Wayne’s children, Jason was the one who seemed to just fall off the face of the Earth. There was a rumor he had died a few years back but those were debunked when he appeared without warning, just walking the streets of Gotham like he went on an extended vacation.
There wasn’t too many pictures of the enigmatic Mister Todd but that quick glance I had gotten forever ago did not do him justice: He was my age. His eyes were a piercing blue that I did not know could be that shade. I know it’s cliché but I felt like he was staring directly into my soul. His face was rugged, rough but still handsome. His hair was a messy jet black but there was few streaks of white that looked too natural to be dyed.
“I….didn’t see anything?” I offered helpfully, giving him a chance to put the mask on and pretend this none of this ever happened.
His nose wrinkled as he gave me a playful scoff. I could feel my heartbeat roaring in my ears.
“I’m not that ugly. Better looking than Dick.” he joked playfully.
“I dunno. Dick’s got the better ass.” I mumbled out, still too caught guard from the whole reveal.
“But I got the muscles.”
“Yes you do.” I eyed his body carefully then flushed a bright pink.
That knocked me out of my stupor.
“Are you sure you want me to know?” I whispered, unable to keep the fear out of my voice “I mean I didn’t mind pretending I didn’t know.”
“I do.”
His face soften and for a moment he didn’t look like Jason Todd, wayward son of Bruce Wayne or the Red Hood, moral gray compress of the batfam.
He just look like a regular guy who needed someone.
Evidently me it seemed.
I took a calming breath and offered my hand. He stared at me like I’m crazy but I kept it outstretched.
He took it gingerly and shook carefully, still unsure what was going on.
“Hello Jason Todd.” I beamed cheerfully “It’s nice to meet you!”
He said nothing, instead opting to smile softly.
“Nice to meet you too.”
I stared at the metaphysical string that tied us so neatly together.
I have never seen it that red before. And has it always been that thick?
I wonder what that means.
Eh, it’s probably nothing. I had other things to worry about.
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March recs
Well, Tumblr ate the first attempt at this, so I’m a bit late posting this month. March started with binge-watching The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty with @inmyriadbits, so there’s ten recs for that, seven for The Untamed, and four miscellaneous (Supernatural, Star Wars, Avatar, and BNHA), all under the cut because I couldn’t be bothered sorting them a second time.
SLEUTH OF THE MING DYNASTY
(pretty much all Tang Fan/Sui Zhou unless otherwise marked)
One sheet, thirteen lines by Hope
Nearly a year after Li Zilong’s failed coup, Wang Zhi writes to his friends in the capital, asking for help. Assembling a team of friends and experts, Tang Fan answers the call. What they find on the border is not what they expected.
Fantastic plotty casefile+get-together that also follows up on a lot of minor characters’ fates and loose plot threads. Hope is an excellent classic hurt/comfort writer, and I’m just gonna gently shove all of her stories in this fandom at my fellow h/c lovers around here.
Double Edged by triedunture
"You never told me you had a brother!"
"Yes I did," Sui Zhou says. "I've mentioned I'm a second son, haven't I?"
"Yes, but—" Tang Fan gestures with frantic little flicks of his hand at the man currently wearing Sui Zhou's face and examining the baby goat tethered to one of the courtyard lanterns. "You never said you were a twin."
Sui Zhou's identical twin brother makes an unannounced visit to the SuiTang residence. They may look the same, but they are nothing alike.
Bless this fandom and its many tropes, Sui Zhou having an evil twin is PERFECT, and triedunture exects it with plenty of feels and Tang Fan having to figure out his shit.
we'll make it to the other side by KiaraSayre / @starsandatoms
Tang Fan really needs to stop acting as bait for serial killers. It never ends well.
Brilliantly creepy villain in this, who uses Tang Fan’s love of food to really mess with his head while he’s a captive. The aftermath of his rescue is so wrenching and tender.
longing to linger til dawn by Desdemon
It appears his mind has taken the tiniest seed of a thought he really had, when Sui Zhou took his candy away and stuck it in his belt, where it stayed like a tiny red flag signaling for Tang Fan’s attention all day - the candy could melt, that close to his skin - and has run completely wild with it.
Tang Fan is not complaining.
In which Tang Fan circa episode 8 fantasizes about Sui Zhou. Very funny but hot, and Tang Fan’s POV is hilariously in-character and whimsical and totally smitten even though he hasn’t quite realized it yet.
Care and Feeding by Hope
After the showdown with the Ji'an magistrate, Tang Fan takes care of Sui Zhou.
Missing scene for episode 10. Lovely h/c -- Hope has a great feel for Sui Zhou’s silences, and Tang Fan starting to figure them out.
A Long Night Turning to Dawn by triedunture
Missing scene from Episode 40: what happens immediately after THAT part.
Sui Zhou just wants to take Tang Fan home. If it can still be called home.
There’s quite a bit of fic dealing with the explosion’s aftermath, but this is hands down my favorite. I feel like the fandom often focuses on how Sui Zhou takes care of and cooks for Tang Fan (because of course we do), but this really nails the balance there.
if you let me down (let me down slow) by KiaraSayre (Duo’erla/Qing Ge)
Tang Fan goes undercover and Duo'erla gets forcibly made a distraction. It all turns out okay, though.
Episode 42 fix-it AU, where Duo’erla tags along to the conspiracy meeting at the brothel and ends up running interference on Qing Ge. Short but it packs a punch. *wistful sigh this fic is not longer or canon*
Mending is a Process by Iseult_Variante
Sui Zhou wakes in the night and watches Tang Fan sew.
Very delicately and well done, from the dream that kicks things off to the way their domesticity and affection tip over into something new.
dream of the things yet to come by ribena
Sui Zhou makes mooncakes for his family.
Soft, insightful portrait of Sui Zhou as the calm center of his domestic universe, with people orbiting in and out - and Tang Fan comes crashing in perfectly at the end.
so long as you can feel it all by @wildehacked (tyleet) (Tang Fan/Wang Zhi with background Sui Zhou poly)
Wang Zhi decides to try something. Tang Fan assists.
I don’t have a lot of Wang Zhi fic saved for this fandom because I am immensely picky about his characterization, but this is pitch-perfect: the realities of having sex as a eunuch, Wang Zhi’s difficulties with trust and vulnerability, and the ways Tang Fan continually defies all his expectations.
THE UNTAMED
all that and more by Euphorion
Wei Wuxian locks his phone and puts it down, blinks at his ceiling, and picks it up again. The pictures are still there.
His first thought is that Lan Zhan meant them for someone else. That he just woke up at—he checks the timestamp—6:30 am on a Sunday and decided to go absolute full nuclear seduction option on some poor boy he met on Grindr, who would now be missing out on the best thing to ever happen to him because Wei Wuxian had a bad habit of distracting—of—oh.
Pieces of last night start to resurface and paste themselves together in his head. He winces.
Lovely modern AU that kicks off with WWX asking LWJ for nudes on a drunken dare from NHS, and then panicking when LWJ *does*. Which is a hilarious premise, but what carries it is the fantastic WWX characterization, as the story peels back layers of trauma and WWX gets caught in an avalanche of delayed gender-and-sexual-identity revelations.
love, in fire and blood by cicer
"You want Wen Ruohan dead," the Patriarch continued idly. "You want his corpse puppets eliminated. You want his halls burned to the ground and his soldiers disemboweled and begging for mercy. Have I about covered it?"
He gave another knife-edged smile.
"But what will you give me in return?"
"We would be willing to offer quite a bit in return for Wen Ruohan's defeat," Lan Xichen admitted. "But I'm afraid we don't know what an immortal such as yourself desires. Please advise us."
The Patriarch waved at hand at the front of the tent. "I want Second Young Master Lan."
(In which the Sunshot Campaign ends through an arranged marriage to the Yiling Patriarch, and Lan Wangji suffers the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband.)
A++ arranged marriage AU. Cicer’s work often swings too fluffy for me to save, but this one balanced the plot and pining and domesticity and fix-it elements beautifully.
in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes
“A-Yuan,” he says, carefully, “did—did you make the flowers grow like this?”
A-Yuan shakes his head in exasperation. “Baba, I said. Doctor Flowers did it.”
“Doctor Flowers,” Lan Zhan repeats, pointing at the tiny plum tree, just to confirm that his son is suggesting a magical tree named Doctor Flowers sprouted overnight and made their tame family project turn into a verdant jungle.
A-Yuan nods. “Doctor Flowers,” he confirms. “He’s funny! I like him.”
A mysterious garden blooms on Lan Zhan's rooftop. His internet forum pen pal gives great gardening advice but never seems to sleep. The man who works at the florist, who keeps reviving the plants that Lan Zhan can't seem to keep alive, has a beautiful smile.
These things are related.
Weird but gorgeous modern magical AU, with a dash of identity shenanigans.
artificial nocturne by idrilka & Care and Feeding by mrsronweasley
It’s nearing two in the morning when Wei Ying steps out of the club. In the middle of December, the air is chilly at this hour of the night even this far south, and the flimsy jacket thrown over a crop top does very little to keep the sting of the cold out.
The hunger is so loud tonight. It’s been a while since Wei Ying properly made out with someone until the guy started to all but hump his leg and Wei Ying could feed off more than just wisps of the yang energy that flowed between them. In more ways than one, he’s been feeding off scraps for so long that he doesn’t even remember what it’s like to feel full.
Sex demon Wei Ying meets cultivator Lan Zhan in front of a night club on a cold winter night. Things escalate from there.
I read the first story and liked it but felt like it was missing something, so I was delighted to see MRW’s sequel turnup in the MXTX Remix collection. Cool worldbuilding, hot sex, and plenty of feelings.
a different field, a different time (但願人長酒) by yesterdaychild
Tianzixiao doesn't taste as good as it used to, and Wei Wuxian notices. Naturally, Lan Wangji vows to fix it.
(Inspired by the scene in CQL after Wei Wuxian's just been brought back to life and he notices the peanuts don't taste the same.)
Just the softest casefile ever, funny and sweetly romantic.
Blue runs the Water by Elenothar
When Lan Xichen meets Jiang Yanli at the announcement of her engagement to Jin Zixuan, a lifelong friendship is born - and the world changes. Because kind people deserve kind friends, and gentleness has never meant incapability.
The power of FRIENDSHIP and soft older siblings, yes, thank you. Thoroughly enjoyable fix-it AU.
MISC
staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave (Star Wars, Din/Luke)
“Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.”
AU where the Republic survived, but the events of The Mandalorian happened anyway (shh don’t worry about it), and Luke (Jedi Knight and notorious trouble magnet) is sent to Mandalore to handle the fallout of Din winning the Darksaber. God, I missed this kind of Luke characterization, and the worldbuilding is great, and the romance (+Grogu) is very sweet.
Phone a Friend by noviembre (Supernatural, gen + background Dean/Cas)
Whoever is answering the phone as "FBI Assistant Director Robert Harvelle," she really hopes they come through for her, because her handcuff-slipping skills are definitely not up to par yet.
In which Dean takes over Bobby’s hotline. Ignores the series ending, because fuck that, and just a thoroughly charming outsider POV with cryptid/legend!Winchesters and the recovering hunting community.
The Cavern and the Koi Pond by Rosie447 (ATLA, gen)
The last thing Zuko remembered clearly was being on the bridge in the North Pole, and losing his grip on the railing with the sudden realization that offering mercy to the man who’d thrown fire at his back the last time he’d beaten him was perhaps not amongst his best ideas.
Or, Zhao takes Zuko's hand and pulls. The Spirit World is not entirely sure what to do with the unexpected stowaway.
Great premise, and the author nails both Zuko’s stubbornness/goodness spectrum and the show’s mix of eerieness and humor when dealing with the Spirit World.
In His Element(s) by WriterGreenReads (ATLA/BNHA, gen)
"“So… one more time.” Shouta pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting both waking up this morning and possibly existence in general. “You’re the spiritual avatar of an entirely different world, and in the process of keeping the peace with said spirits, originating from your… dimension, you’ve come to our world to stop the actively malicious versions of your spirits, because our world told your world that something was wrong.”
The child shrugged and grinned, looking much too cheery for someone currently in handcuffs.
“Pretty much!” he chirped. “Your world spirit is really polite, too. Ours was super grumpy about all the spirits escaping, but then yours said it was ok, so long as I teach her more about them on the way back!”"
Aang chases some renegade spirits across worldly borders and possibly makes some new friends along the way.
Never knew I need Aang getting some Dadzawa action but I REALLY did! If anyone’s going to look at Aang and see a traumatized teen who’s already dealt with too much, it’s gonna be superhero teacher Aizawa with his own set of trauma and a pack of students the same age. Overall the story is excellent, too -- plot! action! spirit nonsense! Aang making friends with everyone in sight like a benevolent tornado! -- but that was the heart of it for me.
#monthly recs#sleuth of the ming dynasty#tang fan/sui zhou#suitang#the untamed#mdzs#wangxian#star wars#the mandalorian#din/luke#supernatural#atla#avatar#bnha#fic rec
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Clingy (Alternate Ver.) (Todoroki x Reader)
Pairing: Todoroki x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: A soft, clingy Todoroki just wants your love and attention.
Word count: 1,382
Tags: @yuki-osaki @cyanide9602 @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak
a/n: Basically a more fluffy redo of Clingy, this is more the mood for how I wanted it to turn out, but the former one came out a bit spicy, so here’s the fluffy version this almost went spicy again because Love Talk was playing fignoigboig had to switch it REAL QUICK
I’m also really quickly approaching my 100th post and idk what to do about it?? And I still need to do an event for 2k (well, I can push it off to 2.5k since that’s coming soon too...) ahhh I can’t Tumblr 😔
There's nothing more adorable than a clingy, needy Todoroki, I've come to realize.
A sweet start to my morning was Todoroki's head leaning against the door frame, the most affectionately soft smile gracing his handsome features. He was holding a paper bag in his hands, which he held out to me as soon as I opened the door. "Good morning, love. I brought you breakfast."
I took the bag from him, peaking inside only to see my favorite breakfast sandwich from the convenience store awaiting me. "Wait, you woke up earlier just to get me breakfast?"
"Mhm, just for you." Unbothered by me about to protest, he kissed my forehead to cut me short. "I thought it would make you happy since you're not a morning person."
As I ate my sandwich on our short walk from the dorms to the academic building, his arm remained planted around me, anchored right around my waist. Normally, he isn't the type to show excessive public displays of affection, but I didn't mind it. For his troubles, I wordlessly offered a bite of my sandwich to him, to which he graciously accepted before pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek in thanks.
He's in an awfully good mood today, I thought to myself. I could get used to this side of him. I placed my hand on his around me and snuggled against him.
Once we reached the classroom, he followed me straight to my desk, pulling the chair next to me just to continue nuzzling me, almost falling asleep while playing with my hands in his. Even as Kaminari teased him from across the room for being whipped, he ignored the boy and laid another feathery kiss over my knuckles.
"There's nothing wrong with being whipped when you just want to shower love on your darling," he mumbled cheekily just for us to hear.
"But there's such a thing as too much public affection, Todo." I stroked his cheek. "Besides, Aizawa's gonna be here soon, and you've displaced Mina for long enough."
"I'm totally fine with that!" The pink-haired girl called from across the room with Asui and Hagakure. "You guys have as much time together as you want~!"
"Seems I have her blessing," my boyfriend replied with a teasing smile, his face inching towards mine.
My heart skipped a beat. "We can do this later when we're alone." I reached my hand up to block his oncoming love-attack. Now, this level of affection was turning strange.
His puckered lips turned deflated into a small - albeit, adorable - pout. "Fine." But something tells me he's not going to be satisfied wait that long.
At that moment, Aizawa walked in and Todoroki returned to his seat, but not before sneaking another quick peck on top of my head, his warm touch lingering on me for as long as he could before finally being out of distance. I didn't even have to turn to see Ashido smirking at me, my cheeks and ears heating up at the embarrassment that everyone must have seen. Aizawa's tired gaze even flickered between us, causing me to bury my head in my book.
During break, Todoroki's intense appetite for skinship and affection wasn't quelled. I felt his eyes boring into the back of my head for the entirety of class, and I know he wasn't going to give up at all. He was keen on getting what he wanted in any way he can.
Before going to lunch, I had stopped to talk with Ashido and Kirishima outside the classroom. Todoroki had silently slid himself behind me, patiently waiting for us to finish our conversation so we can have lunch together as per our usual routine. Slowly, he started migrating closer and closer to my body, wrapping one arm around me first.
"Can we go now?" he whispered in my ear. "I'm hungry."
"You don't have to wait for me, go with Midoriya for now," I replied.
He breathed out an annoyed sigh, the cool air tickling the side of my neck. "You aren't talking about anything special. Besides, I'm still waiting for that kiss you promised me."
My face immediately turned hot again despite keeping my expression as neutral as it was before.
"Uh, Y/n, you okay there?" Kirishima perked up once he sensed my discomfort.
"Y-Yeah, totally fine-"
"Todoroki must be needing something," Ashido giggled, obviously knowing what was going on. "You can worry about the tutoring stuff some other time, we can work out the schedule details some other time."
"No, it's fine we can work it out now!" I spoke a little too quickly to be natural, since my boyfriend fully captured me, his colder arm joining the other, and rested his head squarely on my shoulder.
"You seem to have a more pressing matter," Kiri chuckled.
“Just kiss me already,” Todoroki whispered in my ear. “Please? I've been waiting patiently."
My body shivered at his bold request. He must be that desperate. “Fine, I’ll talk to you guys later, I need to take care of this.”
At my surrender, Todoroki towed my body backwards, away from the cafeteria back into our classroom.
Mina whistled shamelessly, “Yeah, we know, go take care of your man!”
Ahh, it's not like that! I wanted to scream, but my impatient boyfriend kicked the door closed.
I turned around to stare at him head on. "You are super needy today." I only had the heart to be half serious, ending up chuckling halfway through.
Todoroki was pleased with himself, puckering his lips as he gently cradles my head in his palms, anticipating his long-awaited reward. How can I say no to that?
I closed the distance with a quick, tender kiss, but as soon as we parted for a moment, he pulls me back in, stealing my lips in more gentle caresses. His gentle but powerful love obvious in his kisses, never ceasing to move my heart and body towards him.
I smiled against his lips, entwining my fingers in his hand cupping my cheek. "You were really yearning for that kiss, weren't you?"
“I wanted to be alone with you even before that.” His breathtaking smile played on his lips again before he moved towards his desk, tugging me by our entwined hands. "I wanted to have lunch together, just us." He pulled out two sets of bento lunches. "My mom instructed me how to make bento went I visited her over the weekend."
I pulled the chair in front of his place towards his desk so I could sit across from him. "Really? I can't wait to try it."
"It's not much, but I wanted to make you lunch since you're my special person." He pecked my nose and set one wrapped bento on my side.
"You're always spoiling me, getting me breakfast and now this?" I untied the knot on the furoshiki and lifted the lid on the box. "Todoroki!" I cooed. Two small onigiri with seaweed smiley faces stared back up at me on one side of the box. The other side had a tamagoyaki arranged in the shape of a heart wrapped in lettuce, some cherry tomatoes, and marinated pieces of meat wrapped in another lettuce leaf. "This is so cute!"
He chuckled at me. "Well, my mother did say to eat first with your eyes before your mouth."
Taste I did, and everything was delicious. My stomach was happy with how spoiled I was. Our lunch was spent feeding each other while I admired my boyfriend's chewing faces. Something about his cheeks being satisfyingly full filled my own heart with tenderness. "You must've been anxious waiting for lunch the entire morning."
He wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "I woke up extra early, a little early actually, so I had time to pick up breakfast as well. Did you enjoy it?"
I patted my belly. "I'm always happy with food, but it's especially good when it's made by you, Todo." I leaned forward in my seat. "I'd like to give my compliments to the chef."
His mismatched eyes danced in glee, eagerly waiting for his payment. I pressed a kiss to both his cheeks and one on his nose. "For my precious boy."
"I'll be sure to do this more often if my reward is kisses." He continued finishing his last few bites with his soft, accomplished smile.
If this is what a clingy Todoroki has in store for me, then I would gladly put up with his needy behavior for these treasured moments.
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For we will raise you, in safety and peace
Okay, tumblr ate the first attempt at this post, hopefully it doesn’t devour this one as well!
Here’s the deal, I can’t seem to figure out a good ending for this fic to save my life and I don’t want it to languish in the pile of unfinished wips. So I’m going to post what I have here on tumblr to at least get it out there somewhere. If anyone has suggestions for an ending I am all ears!
HUGE shoutout to @venn364 for helping me figure this fic out to this point and for helping me Horde-ify hush a by baby!
Rating: Teen (for some cursing)
Category: F/F/F
Relationship(s): Glitradora (Glimmer/Catra/Adora)
Characters: Glimmer, Catra, Adora
Warnings: None apply, this is a fluff fic
Additional Tags: Multiple PoVs, fluff, happy fic, happy ending, crushes, idiots in love, dorks in love, young children, Catra deals with the curse of being cute, Adora is a massive dork but what else is new, Glimmer tries to flex on her crushes by singing, lullaby, hush a by baby, post war, post canon
Summary: During the post-war reconstruction of Plumeria, Glimmer volunteers herself and voluntells her crushes to take care of the local children to keep them out from under foot. She just, didn’t expect the Horde to require childcare as part of their regular duties and rotation.
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Three Sapphics watch one another interacting with young children and go, “Well guess I’m somehow more in love, cool cool cool.”
Adora and Catra looked at one another and shrugged. “Yeah okay.”
Glimmer was relieved, don’t get her wrong, but that was…not exactly what she’d expected. “Just like that? That simple?”
It wasn’t like she’d expected them to just hop on board with her, even if she’d wanted this to all pan out.
Catra rolled her eyes, a bit too theatrically thanks, before answering, “Well, I mean, sucks to be doing Cadet chores again, but, whatever. Just a buncha kids.”
“I feel like I’m missing something,” Glimmer grumbled, rubbing a hand at her neck. “You’re not trying to act too cool, and you’re not freaking out enough.”
They shared another confused look before Adora spoke up. “I mean, why would I? We’ve done a bunch of rounds at the Infant Pods, more than our fair share in fact.” That last part she said with a pointed look at her oldest friend.
Catra stretched lazily, “I will not apologize.”
“Point is, we can do this. It’s pretty simple over all, especially with you there as a third!”
Glimmer laughed, “Wait. Hang on, seriously? I’ve never babysat before but you two have?”
“Really? Weird. But, uh, yeah. Everyone in the Horde has some child rearing experience, it’s literally part of your Cadet chores and rotation.”
The galaxy must be on it’s side right now. The Horde, the EVIL Horde, had enforced babysitting chores. “Why?”
Adora shrugged, “Well someone has to make sure they’re clean and fed, doing their homework-”
“Not destroying property or getting in dangerous situations before we could send them to the meat grinder-”
“Keeping them out from underfoot, and getting their energy out too.”
“Also the whole, sometimes babies just die when you don’t, like, hold them enough thing. ...What? Did you think Hordak was at the Pods rocking them to sleep?” Catra laughed.
It certainly was an image. Glimmer giggled as she pictured Hordak overwhelmed by a literal wave of babies. “No, I just never thought about it I guess. You’ll have to teach me.”
They both grinned and Glimmer felt her heart skip a beat. It was, look, don’t judge, it was a really, really good look on them, okay?
It only took a few minutes to arrive at the temporary nursery Perfuma had set up. While Plumeria was still being cleaned up, she’d wanted a safe place for the children to go, and only needed a few extra hands to help as she pulled her subjects to help redesign their homes. Not that she’d put it like that. Something about syncing their harmonies while reconnecting with their innermost roots? The point was that Glimmer had offered to help mostly to help and partially to avoid another extremely long and boring meeting, but one teleporting queen with no childcare experience was not ideal. Perfuma had been the one to suggest Catra and Adora, seeing as the reconstruction really relied more on Perfuma regrowing the homes in this particular space.
So, they were working with what they had. And apparently that meant Horde soldiers. Experienced Horde soldiers who knew what to do with kids. Weird!
~
When they arrived, it was chaos.
Catra couldn’t help the small grimace she wore, she’d never been fond of IPD. Kids are loud, they don’t have boundaries or respect for other’s boundaries either. She doesn’t know how many times some toddler or Junior Cadet had petted her or pulled her tail and ears with their mysteriously sticky little hands while covered in snot. But she could also say that the one good thing about it was, without fail, some baby was going to think you were the hottest shit ever. And it had done wonders for her low self esteem as a Cadet to know that she’d always collect a gaggle of kids who everyone claimed were impossible to handle doing exactly what she wanted.
It had actually been kind of hilarious out in the Crimson Waste to use some of the tactics she’d learned in the IP against grown gangsters and thugs.
Catra could also say that the very next best thing about it was watching Adora either slowly unravel into a total mess or watching Adora get all the other kids under her thumb. Not that Adora would think of it like that, the goody two shoes, but kids seemed to naturally either love the blonde or desire nothing more than to destroy her.
Especially at the time, Catra could relate.
She was actually kind of interested to do this now just to see Adora go at it again.
And also Glimmer apparently had no experience with kids and Catra would kill to watch that skiff wreck. No, ugh, she had promised to help hadn’t she? Alright, no watching that skiff wreck unless it happened before she could intervene.
She snickered a little as, just like she used to, Adora gave the attention claps that none of these particular kids would know. Embarrassingly, the old rhythm still made Catra’s back straighten a hair just thanks to the amount of times she’d heard it.
Adora’s voice rang loud and clear across the little fenced in area, “Atten-shun!”
The kids mostly stopped, but Catra had a feeling that was due to an adult shouting and not out of their training. Did rebellion kids have training? They had to get some kind of education for sure. Huh. Probably should look into that, like, now that it was post war and all.
“Hello, salutations, and greetings!” Adora started her old spiel as if she’d never stopped, putting on her ‘force captain’ voice which was almost a mockery more than anything else. Not that Adora realized that. “I am Adora, this is Catra, and this is Glimmer. Today we will be watching, caring, sharing, and not botching a wonderful day of enrichment with you. Starting now we will do our very best to educate, captivate, and celebrate without need to castigate! It is time to have fun and run, uh, under the sun! Can I get a hoo-ra?”
The part about their newly acquired sun was a nice touch, Catra mental gave Adora extra points for finally having learned to change it on the fly. Catra weakly lifted a fist to mutter ‘hoo-ra’ with a few confused kids. Oof. Rough, but not unexpected. These ankle biters hadn’t been trained to respond promptly and loudly to Horde commands.
Yet it still had about the same effect. The children were already split down the middle looking at Adora like she was a complete idiot or like she was the best thing ever. Soon more of them would think she was the best thing ever than not, kids loved Adora’s canned speech. It always got a few laughs. Kids were easily entertained by someone clearly putting on a show and rhyming.
Adora put on an over the top look of bewilderment, putting her fists on her hips in some sort of quasi-power pose before asking, “What kind of hoo-ra was that? I want you to shout from deep in your lungs, you won’t sound dumb when it’s all in good fun! Now can I get a HOO-RA?”
Catra gave a slightly more enthusiastic call, and was delighted when Glimmer gamely screamed her head off and then blushed as the kids stared at her, because they had still not shouted. Alright, this had already paid off! Nothing better that watching Glimmer blush like that.
Adora was smiling warmly at the queen, that was always a good look on her. “I SAID HOO-RA!”
This time they managed to get most of the brats on board. A whole army of kids no taller than her waist who were thrilled to scream, a few even did it more than once. It was kind of nostalgic.
“THAT’S what I call a call! I am floored by this horde-” Adora’s eyes widened in panic as she tried to pivot her pre-written speech for a second time. “-o-of wards! Floored! I am floored!”
Aaaand twice was one too many alterations. As much fun as it would be to watch Adora fall apart over it, Catra knew it was mean. And she was trying to, you know, to be less mean.
“Ca-Adora,” wow this was harder than she’d thought. She hadn’t almost called Adora a Cadet in years. “Will be working with any of you who’d like to play a singing and marching game. Line up in front of Adora if you want to join.”
Catra grabbed Glimmer’s hand to pull her forward, which really was only for the benefit of getting to hold Glimmer’s hand. “Anyone who does not want to play a game can join us, we will be taking care of the infants so it’ll be quieter.”
She was not surprised when most of the children flocked to play. There were always a few quiet ones or nervous ones who would hang back, and she was counting on it. Sure enough four kids shuffled their way instead of towards Adora, who was already sorting her little platoon into rank and file, teaching them a quick sound off to learn their names.
Catra motioned between her and Glimmer, “You know our names, what are yours?” The kids shifted awkwardly, looking at one another to start. Catra smirked. “If you don’t want to say I will give you a nickname. For instance, this is now Sparkles.”
Glimmer glared at her, but Catra didn’t stop or let her get a word in edgewise. She pointed at the first kid with glasses, “You can be Specs, short for specification.” A bold faced lie if she’d ever told one. “Stripes, I like your shirt!” Less of a lie. “Flower Power just like Princess Perfuma,” she nodded to the boy with a flower crown. The last kid was nervously shifting hoof to hoof, “And Two Step you got some fancy looking moves.”
“And what do you all think we should call Catra?” Glimmer asked, grinning evilly, as if the kids wouldn’t just suggest kitty or fluffy or whiskers. Maybe tails if someone was feeling creative.
“Kitty!”
Catra chuckled, it was like clockwork. “How about Big Cat? It’s cooler than Kitty!” They nodded gamely to the change. “Cool. Now, does anyone want to help me with the babies? We just need to hold them.”
That was how Catra found herself leaning back against a tree with an infant sleeping on her chest after she’d situated Glimmer and the quartet. All while snickering at some of the concerned looks being shot their way as Adora got the platoon marching and singing. If they weren’t gonna get their asses in gear to manage all the hyper kids, then they could suck it up. Besides, it wasn’t even that intense of a song.
“I think that learning is cool!” The kids echoed after Adora. “Which is why I will stay in school!”
It was schlocky and dorky, if she’d been over there she’d have died of embarrassment already.
Still, Catra couldn’t help but melt a little as Adora exaggerated a high march and then kids behind her did basically whatever they wanted as she marched them around the nursery. It was nice. Even if it made Adora look really dumb, it also made her look happy. Something Catra hadn’t seen a lot of from her in years. Oh no, she was getting mushy about this now?
Disgusting. She needed a distraction stat.
“Anyone have a good story?” Catra asked and after a beat of silence, promptly ignored the kids as they started almost talking over each other to tell something about their day or who knows what. Thankfully Glimmer seemed interested even if a little stiff and awkward. Catra was grateful that her fur hid a sudden blush as she watched Glimmer holding a baby and being enthusiastically engaged in the kids' stories.
Wow.
She gets away from the Horde for less than a year, and now she’s getting sappy over Sparkles.
Gross.
~
Adora, of course, had a plan. A good one with details and everything!
She was using her patented IPPA (thankfully, things had to be going pretty bad for her to resort to Infant Pod Plan B) and so far things had gone well. She’d taught her platoon to march, even got them to make up some rhymes to sing for it (even if she’d had to backtrack after one of the boys said ‘butts’ and everyone then started to just scream sentences with little sense ending with ‘butts’). After a bit of that she got them doing some basic exercise with her. Jumping jacks and running, she’d then start a game of charge and was already wincing in sympathy pains as some of the kids hurled themselves full speed at the enemy team only to fold in half around their linked arms. Still, the point was to give them free reign here to lose their minds and wear out their bodies a little in preparation for a well earned nap or quiet play time.
After making sure that Catra had eyes on her group, Adora left to hunt down water for everyone, and maybe spent a little time making heart eyes across the field.
Catra, despite what she thought, was pretty good with kids. Especially little infants. Between her fluff, heat, and purrs she was an instant baby soother. Adora would know, she was once the only big baby that Catra would soothe the same way. When they’d been younger, Catra used to lose her temper during IPD, but the older they got the more she’d pull it together. There had always been something heartwarming about watching Catra sit down with a kid who was upset and listen to them intently.
Then there was Glimmer. Gosh, she’d been so nervous going in, but seemed to be quickly becoming a favorite. Because Glimmer always listened to people, no matter their age, and her high energy responses appeared to be winning her fans. The more she integrated with the kids, the more she relaxed too. And there was something absolutely mind blowing about watching her bounce a little baby in her arms, while gasping in genuine delight at something a kid had scribbled into the dirt with a stick.
Adora didn’t even blush, didn’t feel a lick of shame as she quietly got affirmation that yes, girls.
“Ew,” one of the kids snickered after finishing their water, looking right at her before making a face.
She smiled, shrugging and offered her best, worldly advice. “Girls are great.”
“Ew.” They repeated before giggling and skipping away to their friends.
Whether they eventually agreed with her, liked boys instead, like everyone, or even no one, Adora felt very assured in her assessment of wow girls pretty, so she let it slide.
Later, standing at the barrel and handing out gourds of water or helping kids re-apply their protective balms (the sun was nice, but the sun could apparently burn you which was insane), she did another check. Taking note of any particularly worn out kids to send over to Catra’s group, and was very pleased that no one seemed to be really injured. Man, this was way easier than manhandling Recruits who were about to be Junior Cadets. Maybe she could do this more often? Without all the jockeying for power and praise it was actually fun.
After another thirty minutes whizzed by according to her internal clock, Adora decided it was time to start her platoon’s cool down for water and snacks. Maybe a nap after that. It was all smooth sailing!
Adora managed to make eye contact with Catra, flashing a quick few hand signs they’d made up when they were eight and almost lived in the pods between Adora’s clumsiness and Catra’s random bursts of high energy. Catra nodded, both hands occupied as she bottle fed one of the infants, and Adora almost died. First of cuteness, because Catra was looking so cute! But also from laughter because Glimmer’s tongue was sticking out between her teeth in concentration as she carefully fed another infant. And also because she looked super cute doing it!
What a sight!
It took her another minute to realize she was just standing there staring at them with a horrifically soft smile on her face. And Catra was staring back with an equally mortifying soft look. And Glimmer was now looking between them with her own embarrassingly tender look.
So this is how I die, public affection.
For some reason this was the thing that set her off. Blushing as red as her jacket, Adora pivoted around to call the platoon to get some snacks and more water. Which, considering most of them were either still singing or making up marching songs, took a little bit to organize.
~
The snack and water break had been decently timed, they had just finished burping the last of the babies when Adora called all the kids over. Catra waited with Glimmer until everyone else had something to eat, before mingling as best she could. It was more second nature to keep her head on a swivel, making sure no kids were making a jailbreak and no one was beating someone else’s face in. Although that probably wasn’t a concern on the Rebellion side. Maybe she’d have to rescue a kid from suffocating under a bunch of hugs?
She shrugged and got a gourd of water, barely finishing it before Two Step tugged at her hand. They’d only gotten more energetic the longer they’d been helping, so she wasn’t even surprised when they asked, "Can I pet your fluff!?"
Catra sighed heavily. This is what she got for wearing a crop top around children. She turned to look at the Two Step and smiled as best she could while also dying inside. If she didn’t let it happen following her own rules, many kids would simply find a way to make it happen anyways. Better to get it out of the way and without sticky hands. Seriously what do kids even do that makes their hands that sticky? "Sure, but only if I can touch your antlers, they look fuzzy."
They almost stabbed her in the stomach with said nubbly antlers in their excitement, apparently oblivious for at least a moment about how fragile they were. Two Step was still wiggling around the way they had the whole afternoon as they rushed to explain, "They are! They’re new and growing in bigger and my dad says that someday they’ll be HUGE like his!"
She ran a few fingers carefully along the warm velvet and nodded, it was softer than she’d actually expected it to be, and it almost seemed like she could feel the blood pumping in them? Or maybe her brain was messing with her? Either way, weird. "Neat. Your turn kiddo."
Catra did her best to not groan in annoyance when the girl simply leaned forward to rub her face on the fluffiest part of her belly.
"You said pet."
"I am petting!"
"Petting is done with your hands, not your face."
"Says who?"
Well shit, had her there. “...alright, well played.”
She glared as the trademark a high pitched whistling sound of cooing alerted her to Glimmer and Adora looking at her with hearts in their eyes and sparkles around their faces. Not literally, but she could picture it. The traitors. She could see Glimmer mouthing the words so cute and groaned. She was not cute! Ugh!
“Okay, I think that’s enough.”
Two Step grumbled but let go. “Thanks!” And with that they skipped away to hang out with the other kids.
Oh yeah, definitely time to put the kids down for a nap if they could.
~
It had taken longer that Glimmer expected to calm down the kids. A small handful of them went tearing off around the field cackling like loons as Catra easily loped after them on all fours. Which of course resulted in more kids wanting to get chased for some reason, shrieking in delight each time Catra put on a hair more speed to tap their arms or legs. Eventually even they were exhausted and fell panting into the grass for Adora and her to watch while Catra continued herding. It was adorable and Glimmer was never, ever gonna let her live down her afternoon of being a sheep dog. If only Bow or Entrapta were here to take a picture!
Glimmer reluctantly left her post of watching and jeering at ‘Big Cat’ to help Adora get the youngest ones situated and sleeping rolls or blankets laid out. For the ones who refused to take a nap (whether because they weren’t tired or wanted to pretend they weren’t tired), Glimmer asked around to find a few decks of cards for them to use. She wrangled a promise from each group to be quiet so their friends could sleep, and by the time she’d finished that it was tempting to take her own nap.
Adora was efficiently sorting kids into sleeping spaces, and Glimmer smiled a bit at the way she let pairs and groups just pile up together. Having seen the impossible looking ways Adora and Catra could be found tangled up after a nap, she felt pretty confident that they knew what they were doing.
When Catra finally arrived with the last two kids, both of whom she carried under her arms as they giggled, Glimmer was grateful for the chance to relax a little with her friends. She nudged Adora’s side as they passed and whispered, “Maybe afterwards you can use She-Ra? You know, give them a climbing gym or swing them around.”
Adora blinked rapidly before breaking out in a huge grin and did a little over the top flexing before they made their way over to sit with Catra. And for a few minutes they sat in a peaceful silence, enjoying the sounds of the forest and leaning against one another.
“Pssst,” Stripes rolled over to look at them, making huge puppy dog eyes before asking, “Sing us a lullaby?”
Glimmer’s eyes sparkled as she turned to watch Adora and Catra apparently debate the issue, because hello! Getting to hear them sing lullabies! They rapidly signed back and forth, faces squashing and stretching as they added emphasis to the conversation before they turned and nodded.
“Okay,” Adora said softly, “but you can’t laugh, we only know Horde songs.”
“The Horde had songs?” A little boy asked, popping up from his blanket with a huge smile.
“Yeah we did. To be fair, they’re not uh,” Adora faltered and quickly looked at Catra, which to be fair Glimmer hadn’t considered that the songs they knew might be inappropriate. She quickly decided that she also didn’t really care.
“Adults probably wouldn’t like them here.” Catra supplied with a mischievous grin, apparently knowing that the kids would all be desperate to hear them now.
“Catra!” Adora hissed in what was probably supposed to be a whisper.
“I want to hear!” Glimmer added fuel to the fire and snickered at the look of betrayal on Adora’s face. “What? I do!”
She threw her arms in the air before huffing in her fake annoyed voice, “Fine, I’ll sing a song!”
There was a moment before Adora shakily started to sing both a very familiar tune set to very different lyrics.
Hush-a-bye baby, your crying will cease
For we will raise you, in safety and peace
If the walls crumble, there’s no need to bawl
We’ll burn the villains, princess and all
Glimmer sputtered, accidentally ending it before it even started, not just because the lullaby included a line about burning rebellion citizens to death including princesses. But also because her mother used to sing this to her! “Wait, wait, wait, that’s- that’s not how that song goes!”
“Wha- yes it is!” Adora huffed, arms crossing as she blushed, “I said you couldn’t be mean!”
“First of all, you said I couldn’t laugh and I didn’t! Secondly,” Glimmer cleared her throat to sing her version. She’d always loved singing, even took lessons when she was younger before deciding she’d rather do it for fun. But what was the point of being able to sing flawlessly under pressure if not to flex on your crushes?
Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Buckley’s a washer, who wears a gold ring;
And Tambour’s a drummer, who drums for the king.
Not that she got any further than Adora did before being interrupted as well.
“Ew, it’s all princessy!” Catra jeered playfully getting a few giggles from the kids.
“Uh, yeah, my mom sang it to me when I was a baby!”
“Gross. Ours is better!”
Adora laughed nervously, apparently unsure what to do as their play fight went down in front of a room full of impressionable children. Which, really, was her own fault for not expecting it.
Glimmer puffed up and leaned forward, tapping Catra on the nose just to be a brat before issuing the challenge she knew would get results. “Prove it!”
Ah, the good old stand by of “prove it”, as equally effective as a double dog dare!
So Catra, looking genuinely affronted, took a breath and sang in a wholly and unfairly good voice.
Hush-a-bye baby, your crying will cease
For we will raise you, in safety and peace
If the walls crumble, there’s no need to bawl
We’ll burn the villains, princess and all
Baby is drowsing, valiant and brave
With Hordak’s power, disorder we’ll stave
Though cadet’s sleeping, her dreams we all share
For order and harmony’s, our duty to bear
Hush-a-bye baby, do not you fear
Never mind, baby, your squad is right here
Strong little fingers, but eyes must shut tight
Stay sound asleep now, until morning’s light
“People sang to you as babies about Hordak’s power and burning people?” Glimmer asked, both perplexed at the Horde-ified version and slightly disturbed. No wonder some of their soldiers bought the Evil Horde’s propaganda if this was what they were taught from the cradle!
“Glimmer, I love you, and I say this with as much respect as I can,” Catra said without an ounce of respect in her body or soul, “We grew up in the Fright Zone under the eyes of commanding officers of the Evil Horde. What did you think they sang to us about?”
Well shit, had her there.
#Glimmer#Adora#Catra#Glitradora#SPOP#she ra#fanfiction#fanfic#dorks in love is just *chef kiss*#the Horde sings lullabies to their babies#surprisingly familiar but wildly different lullabies#halp this fic won't let me wrap it up in a satisfying manner so I'm throwing it into the wind to see what falls out#this could absolutely end with them going into a relationship#or it could absolutely end with them just crushing on one another#suggestions are welcome!
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Like Lightning After the Thunder: Chapter Two: Reprieve
Fic Summary:
His breath wavered as he stared into Katsuki’s eyes. He knew he could get out if he tried. He could knock Katsuki out, hope that no one else would find them, and run back into the shadows where he belonged. Katsuki may have had him pinned down but he was in Denki’s range now and it would take little effort to send a charge through Katsuki to paralyze him temporarily.
It would take barely any additional effort to kill Katsuki.
As the sparks began to charge, lighting up the air around him, Katsuki refused to back down.
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Katsuki always knew he was destined for great things.
He didn’t think he’d have to turn his back on all he’s ever known to get there.
Rating: T
Warnings: Eventual major character death, implied/referenced child abuse, psychological trauma
Other Tags: Bakugou Katsuki/Kaminari Denki, slow burn, alternate universe - canon divergence
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Katsuki wasn’t surprised to see one of his former classmates’ face on the news report with the tagline “found dead after hero-villain fight.”
The reporter gave a rundown of the fight that had happened a few days earlier on the other side of the city, between a small gang of villains and Ochako. The villains themselves weren’t very high ranking― potential to be B-rank if they were more organized as a group, but C-rank individually― but they had managed to cause a decent amount of damage before Ochako had arrived on the scene. The news replayed the footage taken live from the battle, showing Ochako using her quirk on larger pieces of rumble to assist the lower ranked heroes in the area with evacuation as she charged forward towards the villain group herself.
The footage wasn’t ideal. It was grainy from trying to capture the scene just outside of the limits of its scope and if it weren’t for the pink of Ochako’s hero costume, Katsuki was certain the camera person would not have been able to keep the camera centered on her. The footage continued until Ochako grabbed one of the villains, freezing seconds after the villain began to float. A red circle appeared around the villain’s face along with a mugshot before cutting back to the reporter.
In the aftermath of the fight, that one villain was never found.
Ochako had been frantic when they had met up after, her gaze thousands of miles in the distance every time Katsuki looked. She denied anything being on her mind despite it being so blatantly obvious that something was, but Katsuki chose not to question it. After all, if she had wanted to talk about it, she wouldn’t have asked to meet him.
The report continued to explain the search procedures that had taken place over the past few days before describing a call on the tip hotline that ultimately resulted in the discovery of the villain’s body. While they didn’t show a photo of the body, Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder just how bad it was for the report to completely skip over the cause of death.
In the end, Katsuki supposed it didn’t matter what caused the villain’s death. Ochako was certain to end up finding a way to blame herself, for not paying better attention during the fight, for not trying hard enough to find the villain after, for being the last person who saw the villain alive.
Even if she didn’t, there were parts of society that would make sure she would never forget.
Cheeky: can you meet up with me today?
Katsuki: Takeshi’s?
Cheeky: yeah
Cheeky: drinks/dinner on me after if you want
Katsuki: I’ll be there at five. Don’t be late.
Cheeky: got it!
Cheeky: hey wait why are YOU telling ME not to be late when I’M the one who asked YOU to meet me
Katsuki: You know why.
Cheeky: it was ONE TIME KATSUKI ONE TIME
Katsuki was at Takeshi’s gym a quarter before five, reserving their usual space and changing into workout attire before sending Ochako a text to let her know he was already inside. He started his stretches, looking up only when he saw a pair of pink sneakers approach the ring.
“You’re late,” Katsuki said, continuing his stretches.
“By five minutes!” Ochako dumped her water and towel on the bench next to Katsuki’s, quickly joining him in the stretches. “I was outside before five, waiting for you!”
“I sent you a text saying I was inside.”
“Yeah, like two minutes before five!” She huffed. “I was totally on time.”
“Whatever. Hurry the fuck up.”
They continued preparing in silence, speaking again only to confirm that the other was ready to start. This time, only a couple of the guests flinched when Katsuki charged forward at Ochako yelling out “die!”
After the fifth time a hit landed that Ochako would have normally been able to block with ease, Katsuki stood down. Her form had been lacking for the better part of the past hour, and there were a few times that her blows hadn’t hit with the full force Katsuki was familiar with. She didn’t even react to Katsuki’s change in form until Katsuki had walked over to the bench for his water.
“Wh― hey! What gives?” She frowned but joined him for a water break when he didn’t return to the ring right away.
“Don’t insult me,” Katsuki rolled his eyes at the shock on her face, “You’re distracted. What kind of fucking spar is worth the time when your opponent isn’t giving their all?”
“I’m focused on the spar! I’m totally and completely here! I wasn’t insulting you but I am now, you’re just saying that because of your enormous ego,”
Katsuki paused, looking at her directly in her eyes. She didn’t flinch.
But the longer he held his gaze, the more Katsuki could tell that she was holding back.
“First,” He began, “Don’t be cheeky with me―”
“Well maybe I wouldn’t be so cheeky with you if you didn’t call me cheeky all the time!”
Katsuki held back an amused smile.
“Second,” He continued, “I hit you five different times in ways that you should have been able to block with your eyes closed.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment, because what I’m hearing is that you think I could fight you with my eyes closed.”
“Insult. You didn’t fucking block the hits, dumbass.”
Ochako huffed, crossing her arms. “Whatever. I’m going to focus on the compliment part of it.”
“Third, you didn’t even notice I walked away until after I reached the bench.”
“I― I was expecting you to come back! That it was some sort of trick to get me to lower my guard or something!”
“And fourth, you speak faster when you lie.” He let Ochako stammer for a while in response, continuing when her shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh. “You sure this is the break you need? I don’t mind wiping the fucking floor with you if that’s what you want but you better respect my time back and fucking fight me with your all,” He shifted his weight a bit before adding hesitantly, “I can try to listen if you want to talk instead but that’s not really my thing,”
Ochako didn’t answer immediately, instead taking a drink of her water. Katsuki waited as patiently as he could, although he did offer her a glare to try to speed up her thought process.
She put her water back down and hit her knuckles together, briefly reminding Katsuki of Eijirou. “Okay! One more round. I need to redeem myself before we leave for drinks,”
Katsuki grinned, shoving her lightly with his shoulder as he walked back towards the ring. “Whatever you say, Cheeky. You’re still going to fucking lose.”
“I’ll make you eat your words, Katsuki!”
She did not, but not for lack of trying. Ochako actually paid full attention to the spar after the interruption and while Katsuki still had the upper hand on brute strength, she was nimbler and lighter on her feet. Katsuki was fairly certain that had the shift manager not interrupted to tell them that their time was up that Ochako was only a handful of moves away from finding some “barely legal in a spar between friends but completely legal in a rules free battle against a villain” opening and winning the round. While technically neither of them had won, he did agree—after some teasing and pestering— to counting it as her point in their ongoing scoreboard, adding, “But if you want me to count it as eating my words, you’ll have to fucking try again.”
Ochako seemed to be in a brighter mood when they met up again post-changing in front of Takeshi’s. She bumped shoulders with Katsuki as he approached and began chattering about work and her day as they made their way over to the restaurant they usually ate at after sparring sessions. He didn’t offer much other than the occasional “yeah” and swear when her story necessitated it, but she didn’t seem to mind. She spared him from talking until after they were already seated and ordered their food and drinks.
“Oh yeah! I heard from Tenya that you finally sent in your response to the reunion! Do you know when you’re heading down to Musutafu yet? We should get on the same train so that the ride isn’t as boring— well, kinda, since you’ll probably not be talking,”
“Shut the fuck up, I can talk when I want to,” Katsuki scowled, rolling his eyes when all it resulted in was a laugh from Ochako. “I haven’t looked at the train schedule yet. The Shitty Four Eyes approved for both the 28th and 29th off though.”
“Nice! Well, when you figure out when you want to head down, let me know and I’ll be your Anti-Explosion Time buddy for the ride down,”
“Oh fuck off.”
Ochako laughed again. Katsuki hoped this would be the extent of the reunion talk but she continued, “It’ll be great to see the entire class again, don’t you think?”
“You make it sound like we never fucking see anyone. I literally saw you a few fucking days ago and you spend half your weekends with Frog Face or Four Eyes or the fucking Nerd or whoever the fuck,” Katsuki pointed out. “We see basically everyone at the Billboards too,”
“Don’t be such a bore, Katsuki. Reunions are different from the Billboards. We don’t have to deal with those ‘damn extras’ at the reunion,” She put on her best Katsuki impression at “damn extras,” extending her palms outwards and adding a playful “Boom! Pow!”
“I don’t fucking sound like that.”
“Yes you do. I’m the great Katsuki Bakugou! Die you fucking piece of shit! Boom! Bam! You fucking extra! Bow before the king! Boomboom!”
Katsuki let the faintest hint of a smile slip. “I have never said ‘bow before the king,’”
“Oh come on Katsuki, you tried to name yourself King Explosion Murder, don’t deny it. Even if you’ve never said it, you’ve definitely thought about it.”
He scowled, muttering a “fuck off”, refusing to acknowledge that yes, yes he had thought about saying it once or twice.
“So you admit that I’m right!”
“Fuck off, I said no such fucking thing.”
“You didn’t say ‘no’ either though.”
“I’m demoting you to a fucking extra, you shitty fucking extra.”
Katsuki was given a brief break from any potential cheeky response from Ochako when the server stepped in with their drinks. They raised their glasses, a silent toast to making it another day alive, to making it as far as they had come, to their friendship.
To the silent understanding that there were some struggles that were best left unshared.
He didn’t press further about whatever it was that was stressing her out, even if he had a strong feeling about what caused it. She didn’t comment on the circles under his eyes or how his mind seemed to wander after she brought up certain high school memories. They talked, ignoring their stressors, and for a while, they could pretend everything was fine.
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#Kaminari Denki#bakukami#kamibaku#katsuki bakugou#denki kaminari#bnha fanfic#mha fanfic#story#from the creator
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Never make a mess when a total catastrophe will do - Chapter Seven
Pairings: Jimon, past Clace, background Clizzy, a bunch of other minor background pairings
Rating: Explicit
Art: @cor321
Beta: @all-thestories-aretrue
Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, fake dating, oh my god they were roommates, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, pining, miscommunication, holidays, drinking games, mistletoe, symbolically significant Oreos, domestic fluff, brief mention of past character death, Jace’s self-worth issues deserve their own tag
Summary: What do you do when you find out your sister is not only dating your ex and love-of-your-high-school-life but is also bringing her home for Christmas? Bring your annoying, hot, annoyingly-hot roommate as your fake boyfriend to show them you're totally fine with it, obviously! There's no possible way this could backfire.
Link: AO3 , Tumblr Master Post
Chapter Seven
Jace knew they were in trouble as soon as he saw Maia’s face. The Cheshire Cat had nothing on her grin as she sauntered into Java Jones Monday afternoon, the last of their group to arrive.
She pulled a chair up between Jace and Simon, spun it around with a flourish to sit on it backwards, and flung an arm around both their shoulders. “So, is this the part where I say mazel tov?”
“I am going to literally murder my sister,” Simon announced.
Lily perked up. “Wait, what happened?” She looked between Simon and Jace, then fixed an intense gaze on Maia. “Did one of them finally break down and call you? Why didn’t you assholes mention anything? Who won the bet?”
“Oh, I got a call,” Maia said. “Not from either of these fools, though.”
Jace drained his coffee cup, wishing it were vodka instead. There was clearly no stopping this, so he might as well just face the music now.
“According to Becky, she and her grandmother caught these two in a storage closet about to get down and dirty, and Jace tried to cover up what they were doing by pretending he was down on his knees to propose.”
“Oh no,” Maureen said through a fit of giggles. “That’s terrible.”
Jace flipped her off, which only made her giggle harder.
“Don’t worry,” Maia said, patting Simon’s shoulder, “Becky said she’s like ninety percent sure your grandma didn’t know what was really up.”
“I can hide two bodies,” Simon told her. “I have a van.”
“And my sister is studying forensics,” Jace added. “I bet she’d tell me how to cover up a crime scene if I asked.”
“Every time you bring up your family, I just have more questions,” Lily said.
“Wait,” Maureen said suddenly, holding up her hands. Everyone looked at her. “If you guys are giving each other clandestine blowjobs, does this mean everyone in our friend group has slept together now?”
“Nope,” Bat said, and Jace shook his head.
“Wait, really?” Simon sounded genuinely surprised.
“We thought for sure you two were hooking up back when Simon and I were dating,” Maureen added, looking at Bat. “Jace was over at your place pretty much all the time.”
Jace stared intently into his empty coffee cup. He wasn’t about to tell them he’d spent so much time at Bat’s because he couldn’t quite stomach spending time in his apartment when Simon and Maureen were there, together.
“Jace was over at my place sulking because he got his ass dumped.” Which was the excuse Jace had given him. “He swore me to secrecy because he didn’t want you guys giving him shit for getting his heart broken.”
“You seem to be a little confused about the whole concept of secrecy, though,” Jace said.
“You could’ve told us,” Maureen said, earnest and sympathetic. “We wouldn’t tease you about something if you were really hurting.”
“Well, I’d tease you a little,” Lily said.
“You had your heart broken?” Simon’s voice was soft, and when Jace met his eyes, he found a confused curiosity there. Which of course there would be, Jace realized, given the conversation they’d had on the drive home, where he’d admitted that he hadn’t been serious about anyone since Clary.
“I wasn’t heartbroken,” Jace said, putting as much disdain as he could manage into the word. “Sasha just had some very strong opinions when I told her I didn’t want to get serious, and I kind of wanted to lay low for a while after.” The part about Sasha wasn’t even a lie.
“Oh,” Lily said, dragging the word out with relish. “You were embarrassed because she told you off in public.”
Bat looked skeptical. “You really expect me to believe you spent three weeks curled up on my couch eating Double Stuf Oreos because your ego was bruised?”
“Of course not.” Jace grinned at him. “That was because you’re a sucker who kept buying me Double Stuf Oreos.”
Maia smacked his arm hard enough to sting. “No taking advantage of Bat’s kind and generous spirit.”
Bat looked unconvinced. “Well, next time you decide to hide out at my place because you definitely didn’t get your heart broken, you’re on your own for Oreos.”
Simon was still watching him. “I would’ve shared my Oreos if I knew you needed them.” His tone was far too serious for a conversation about Oreos. Like maybe he knew Jace was hiding something. Like maybe he suspected what Jace was hiding.
Jace flashed him a shit-eating grin. “I hope you know I’m taking that as an invitation to steal your Oreos whenever I want from now on.”
“Dude, you can’t just steal Oreos!” Maureen protested. “That’s like rule number two of the roommate code.”
“What’s rule number one?” Bat asked.
“Booze,” Maureen and Lily answered in unison.
“And for everyone who keeps asking how we managed to share a dorm and not murder each other freshman year,” Lily continued, “this is the answer.”
“Truth,” Maureen agreed.
This sparked a lively debate about what did and did not constitute violations of roommate code that lasted until Jace had to leave for his evening class.
Two days later, a package of Double Stuf Oreos appeared on Jace’s desk. He didn’t bring them up, and neither did Simon.
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Jace wasn’t sure exactly how they started studying together on the couch instead of their separate rooms. It might have been that one group study session where everyone else had to bail early. But somewhere along the line, he’d started dragging his textbooks and laptop out to the living room any time he needed to get work done. Half the time, he found Simon already there, and the times he didn’t, Simon usually joined him pretty soon after.
And it was…nice. Comfortable in a way Jace tried not to think about. Just another item on his ever-growing list of things not to think about. Conveniently, his assigned paper on the Thirty Years’ War didn’t leave room for thinking about much of anything else.
Which was probably why it took him so long to notice on this particular evening that he and Simon had somehow migrated from their usual spots at either end of the couch to sharing its center. And once he did notice, all thoughts of the Second Defenestration of Prague went out the window, the warmth of Simon’s leg against his own and occasional bump of their shoulders as they worked driving him to distraction.
It was stupid, really. It wasn’t like they never touched. In fact, Jace would bet they’d spent more of their time together over the past few months touching than not, in increasingly creative ways.
But they didn’t touch like this, without teasing or seduction or intent. It made Jace feel twitchy. Restless. There was a part of him that wanted to sink into it, to let the warmth of Simon’s touch seep under his skin. But a far greater part was telling him to pull away, to retreat back to his end of the couch. Or maybe to turn and press Simon back into the couch cushions and turn this into something far more familiar. Something safer.
“Hey,” Simon said, making Jace flinch in surprise. If Simon noticed, he didn’t let on. “I was gonna make stroganoff for dinner tonight, and I’m pretty ready for a break. Any chance I could talk you into slicing mushrooms for me while I start on the beef?”
It took Jace several seconds to process the question, so far from what he’d been thinking. “Um. Yeah. Sure, sounds good.”
Once they made their way to the kitchen, Jace was grateful to be back on familiar ground. They didn’t cook together often—didn’t have much time for cooking at all, really—but they’d done it a handful of times, and they worked well together in a kitchen, which was not something Jace could say about most of his friends, or his family.
It was also, he realized as he stood next to Simon at the stove, boiling egg noodles while Simon stirred the roux, acutely domestic. It was another addition to the list of things he wasn’t going to think about.
When they returned to the living room, bowls of saucy noodles and beef in hand, Simon sat right back down in the middle of the couch, where he’d been before they got up to make dinner. Jace hesitated only an instant before reclaiming his spot next to him. Simon flashed him a quick smile before pulling his financial analytics textbook over to balance precariously on his knee so he could read while he ate. Jace tore his gaze away, turning his attention half-heartedly back to his notes.
By the time he finished eating, Jace had realized two very important things. First, he needed to make another trip to the library if he wanted to have enough sources to back up his thesis. Second, it would be far too easy to get used to nights like tonight, and that wasn’t something he could allow himself to do. Before he could make himself do something about it, though, Simon shifted, half-turning to pull his knees up onto the couch and letting his head rest back against Jace’s shoulder.
“This okay? The light’s better like this.”
Jace took maybe a second too long to answer. “It’s fine.”
He placed his empty bowl on the coffee table—gingerly, so as not to jostle Simon—and returned to his reading. When he shifted a few minutes later, tossing one arm over the back of the couch and letting Simon rest against his chest, it was just a matter of comfort, really. Letting his hand come to rest on Simon’s chest, fingers absently toying with the neckline of his shirt, was not, but Simon didn’t object.
When his fingers encountered skin-warm metal, it took Jace several seconds to realize it. By the time he did, his fingers had already followed the line of the chain down to the center of Simon’s chest, where the object that hung from it rested beneath his t-shirt. He recognized its shape at the same time he felt Simon go unnaturally still.
“I didn’t want to lose it,” Simon said in a rush.
Jace traced the shape of the ring through Simon’s shirt. His ring. “It’s a good place to keep it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jace agreed, flattening his hand against Simon’s chest. The ring pressed into his palm, the telltale beat of Simon’s heart thrumming behind it. He wondered if his own were beating just as fast.
“You know,” he said slowly, “Alec is getting married next month.”
Simon relaxed against him with a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah, I think I heard something about that in the approximately five hundred phone calls you’ve had in the last couple weeks.”
“A best man’s work is never done, apparently.” He took a breath, let it out. “But, I was thinking, you should come with me.”
Simon craned his neck to look at him. “Like, to play your boyfriend again, or…?”
As my date. It was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t force the words past his lips. He wasn’t ready to risk that he might be reading this wrong. He’d done it before, and for reasons he couldn’t put his finger on, it felt so much more dangerous now.
“I mean, it would be weird if you didn’t, right?” he said instead. “Since my entire family thinks we’re together still.”
“Right.” Simon looked back at the book in his lap, but he didn’t make any move to pull away. Jace could almost imagine he sounded disappointed. “Totally weird. I think Clary’s expecting me to be there, anyway.”
“Cool. I’ll RSVP you as my plus-one.”
Simon made a soft noise of affirmation and returned to his reading. Jace tried to go back to his, but he found himself unable to concentrate. After reading the same paragraph five times and not retaining a single word of it, he gave up and let his head loll against the back of the couch, cheek resting lightly against the top of Simon’s head. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift.
Jace was pulled out of sleep sometime later by gentle fingers stroking through his hair. He scrunched up his face and made an unhappy noise; he wasn’t ready to be awake.
“If you’re going to sleep, you should go to bed.”
Jace cracked an eye open to find Simon watching him with a fond smile. Still half-asleep, it was easy to smile back, something warm and soft settling in his chest. Sometime while he slept, they’d shifted again so Simon was leaning back against the arm of the couch with Jace sprawled half on top of him. Simon’s books were stacked neatly on the coffee table. Jace wondered how long they’d been there.
“‘M comfy.”
Simon chuckled. “You won’t be if you stay here all night and wake up with a sore back.”
Jace thought that spending the night with Simon as his pillow might be worth waking up with a sore back, but the fog of sleep had lifted enough that the feeling of impending danger was returning. He pushed himself up to sitting and immediately missed Simon’s warmth.
“I think I’m a couple decades away from waking up with a sore back from one night spent on the couch.”
He reached for his dirty bowl, still sitting on the table, but Simon stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Leave it. You’re tired; I’ve got the dishes.”
Jace frowned at him.
“Go to bed,” Simon insisted with a laugh. “You’re obviously exhausted.”
It was the laugh that got him. The way Simon’s eyes crinkled at the corners. The way he always smiled wide enough to show teeth. The way it never failed to tug at something inside Jace, urging him to smile back no matter how much he might resist it. Except this time it was less of a tug than a wrench that threatened to break him wide open.
Jace remembered, with sudden, vivid clarity, that drunken conversation he’d had with Maia last year. The one he tried to forget ever happened.
They’d all be hanging out at Maia’s new apartment, a tiny studio that wasn’t really big enough to host a six-person housewarming party, but they’d made it work because she was so proud of finally making good enough tips she could afford to live in her own place off campus.
Everyone but Jace had early morning classes that semester, so he’d stayed behind to keep the party going with Maia while the others had headed home. Jace didn’t remember how many shots it had taken for him to start complaining about Simon’s propensity for wandering around the apartment in only a towel, but he absolutely remembered Maia’s knowing grin.
“Someone’s got a crush.”
“It’s not a crush,” Jace had insisted. “He’s just annoyingly hot.” If he’d been sober, he wouldn’t have spoken the next words. He wouldn’t have even let himself think them. “And I bet he’d be stupidly easy to fall in love with, too.”
And then Maia had laughed so hard she’d fallen over onto her cheap, beige carpet that still smelled faintly of new plastic while Jace was left to deal with the slowly dawning realization of what he’d just said.
“Before you fall asleep again,” Simon prompted, snapping Jace’s mind back to the present. Where Simon was smiling at him with an indisputable fondness that made Jace feel raw and exposed.
“Right,” Jace said, practically jumping up from the couch. “Bed. Thanks. For,” he waved his hand vaguely, “dishes and whatever.”
“No problem,” Simon said, bemused. “Sleep well.”
Jace understood what that feeling of danger was about now. It seemed there was some truth to that old adage about finding answers at the bottom of a bottle; it had been so easy, he wasn’t even sure when he’d fallen in love.
~~~
“You’re sure this is a classic?” Jace eyed the grainy opening shots of the movie playing on Simon’s laptop with some skepticism.
They normally did movie night out in the living room, on the flat-screen TV that had probably cost more than every other piece of furniture in their apartment combined, but Simon insisted a film this old would look ridiculous on a large HD screen. Considering how bad it looked even on Simon’s old laptop, it was probably the right call. And Jace wasn’t going to complain about having to squish together on Simon’s bed so they could both see the screen, even if that did make it feel perilously close to being a date.
“Cult classic,” Simon corrected. “Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama is, like, peak so-bad-it’s-good 80’s horror comedy. And they’re making a sequel with the original cast, so you have to watch the original.”
Jace grabbed a fistful of popcorn from the bowl in Simon’s lap. “You mean so you can drag me to the sequel when it comes out?”
“Exactly.” Simon grinned at him. “Thanks for offering to see it with me.”
“That’s not what just happened,” Jace said around a mouthful of popcorn.
“Agree to disagree.”
The movie turned out to be surprisingly entertaining, film quality and 80’s aesthetics notwithstanding. And the atrocious special effects. And, well, the entire plot, really.
“Do you think sororities were really like that back in the 80’s?” Simon wondered as the titular sorority babes outlined the hazing their pledges would undergo.
“It wouldn’t surprise me if some of them still are,” Jace said. “But Greek life isn’t really my thing, even if I have seen the inside of a few sorority houses in my time.”
“Was that supposed to be a flex?”
Jace ignored that comment and pulled out his phone. “Alec might know, though.”
Simon leaned in to watch Jace type, resting his chin on Jace’s shoulder. “I know I’ve only met your brother once, but I’m having trouble picturing him anywhere near a sorority.”
“Alec was in a fraternity in college,” Jace explained.
“Yeah, no, still not seeing it.” Even after Jace sent the text, he didn’t move away.
Alec’s response came only moments later.
why would I know that Phi Beta Kappa is an academic fraternity and sorority girls are well outside my areas of interest
“Okay, that makes sense.” Simon slid the bowl of popcorn off his lap so he could lean more fully into Jace’s side.
maybe ask Iz
Jace snorted and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He reached for the popcorn and gave an irritated huff when he found it just out of reach.
Without taking his eyes off the screen, Simon grabbed the bowl and moved it to Jace’s other side. On impulse, Jace caught his hand and laced their fingers together. They hadn’t talked about that night on the couch—not about the casual intimacy or Simon wearing Jace’s ring around his neck or Jace falling asleep on Simon or any of it—but there was no question things were different between them since. Or maybe it was just Jace that was different, knowing how deep he was in this just making him more reckless with his heart.
Simon’s fingers curled around his, his arm coming to rest draped over Jace’s hip as he let out a small, contented sigh.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t just Jace. But Jace wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it. He could probably have written an entire treatise on navigating hookups, but he had no idea how to navigate…whatever this was. The only experience he had with actual romantic relationships was with Clary, and despite how fucked up they’d both been back then—or maybe even because they’d both been so fucked up—there had never been any ambiguity about how they felt, no questions about what they were to each other. No wondering if she knew she could do so much better than him.
It was different with Simon. Simon, who never seemed fazed by the shit life threw at him. Simon, who actually dated, and always seemed to leave a breakup on good terms. Simon, who held him like he was afraid Jace might break, who fucked him like he wanted him to break.
Simon, who had to know he could do better than Jace.
“Let me guess,” Jace said as the two characters he’d mentally tagged as the protagonists ducked into a closet to escape a demonic minion, “the nerd and the hot bad girl are the only survivors, and they get together at the end.”
Simon gave him an unimpressed look. “You don’t get any points for guessing that. This is a comedy made in the 80’s that leans heavily into the tropes of the era.”
“Yeah, but that’s not why I guessed it. I just figured you’d be into the whole ‘nerd gets the bad girl’ thing.”
“That’s not why I like this movie,” Simon said. “But Spider might have been part of why 12-year-old me liked this movie,” he admitted.
“Thought so,” Jace said smugly.
“You’re the worst.” Simon’s arm tightened around Jace’s waist, belying his words. “I’m seriously questioning why I even like you right now.”
“Because I’m charming, witty, and great in bed.”
The smile Simon flashed him probably shouldn’t have made Jace’s stomach do a pleasant little flip, but it did. “Those are some pretty great selling points.”
“Watch your dumb movie,” Jace said, trying and failing to hide his own smile.
When Jace’s phone buzzed several minutes later during a particularly tense scene, they both jumped. Jace pulled it out to check his new messages, then chuckled and turned the screen so Simon could read Alec’s message.
Magnus says there was at least one sorority exactly like that five years ago also I’m now being subjected to this atrocious movie, so thanks for that
“I knew Magnus would have good taste in movies,” Simon commented.
“I’m disturbed you can even talk about this movie and good taste in the same sentence.”
“Oh, come on,” Simon said reproachfully. “Didn’t you once tell me that any movie with boobs and explosions was a good movie?”
“Yeah, but this movie doesn’t have any—” On screen, the nerd threw a Molotov cocktail at a possessed sorority babe. Jace sighed. “Objection withdrawn.”
Simon flashed him a smug grin. “Admit it, I’ve got fantastic taste.”
Jace smirked. “I do like the way you taste.”
“Not what I—” He cut off as Jace illustrated his point by licking a line up Simon’s throat.
Simon let out a hiss. “You’re going to miss the end of the movie.” He didn’t pull away.
“Told you,” Jace murmured, scraping teeth along his jaw, “I already know the nerd and biker girl are going to survive. I don’t need to see the end.”
Simon turned his head to catch Jace’s lips with his own in a surprisingly gentle kiss, his hand coming up to cup Jace’s cheek. They stayed like that for what felt to Jace like hours but couldn’t actually have been more than a minute or two judging by the tinny screams coming from the laptop speakers.
“What do you need?” Simon whispered when he finally broke the kiss. His tone was teasing, but the way his thumb caressed Jace’s cheekbone was all sincerity.
“Just this,” Jace whispered back, and it was the truest thing he’d ever said.
Then they were kissing again, slow and soft, and Jace thought he might drown in it, thought he might want to drown in it. He kissed Simon like he’d been wanting to for weeks, for months. Maybe longer. He put everything he felt into the kiss—his hope and his love and his fear—and prayed that Simon would understand, that he wouldn’t pull away.
He didn’t.
They kissed until they were breathless with it, until the last strains of the movie’s closing credits had long since faded away, until there was no room for anything in Jace’s thoughts and heart and dreams but Simon. He knew he was grinning like an idiot when they finally broke apart, and he couldn’t bring himself to care. Especially not with Simon grinning back at him.
“See?” Jace combed a hand through Simon’s curls. He couldn’t stop touching. “Way better than that movie.”
“You don’t know that,” Simon protested. “You didn’t even watch the end. It could have been twenty straight minutes of boobs and explosions, and you’d never even know.”
“Weirdly, I think I might like kissing you even more than I like boobs and explosions.”
“Wow, high praise.” Simon was still teasing, and Jace suddenly needed him to understand how much he wasn’t really joking.
“No, seriously.” He wrapped a hand around the back of Simon’s neck, drew him close enough to feel his breath. “I—” Words he meant far too much—that would be too much—stuck behind his teeth. “I’m not really here for the movie,” he said instead. “No matter how many boobs or explosions it has. You get that, right?”
“I—yeah.”
There was something subdued and almost vulnerable in Simon’s voice, something that didn’t quite track with the conversation they were having, but before Jace could even catch the thread of it, he was being pushed back into the bed and kissed breathless once again. By the time Simon was tugging his shirt over his head, brushing calloused fingertips over a peaked nipple and making him gasp, Jace thought he must have imagined it.
Simon took him apart slowly, deliberately, maintaining a calm focus even when Jace teased, never altering his pace even when Jace begged. And Jace did beg, edging on desperation before they even got all their clothes off. By the time Simon had him spread out on the bed, opening him up with slick fingers and teasing his dick with strokes far too light to even approach enough, Jace wasn’t sure he was capable of anything but begging.
“Simon, please.” He scrabbled ineffectually at Simon’s shoulders, trying ineffectually to drag him close. The angle was bad for it, but Simon was also strong, something that was easy to forget until they were like this. It was also seriously fucking hot. “Please. Fuck. Need you in me already, please.”
“You’re so beautiful.” There was an edge to Simon’s voice, but Jace still thought he sounded far too composed for what they were doing, for what he was doing to Jace. “God, do you even know?”
Jace couldn’t even begin to answer, because Simon chose that moment to press his fingers very deliberately against Jace’s prostate, and the only words Jace was capable of anymore were garbled curses and Simon’s name.
“You have to know.” Simon withdrew his fingers and all Jace could do was whine in protest. “I bet people tell you all the time.”
Jace shook his head, not sure if he was disagreeing or just objecting to the sudden tragic lack of Simon’s hands on him and in him. Simon pressed a soothing kiss to his knee before pulling away to roll a condom onto his own dick, which took way too long in Jace’s opinion, but it was enough time for Jace to find his voice again.
“Please, Simon.” His voice was half a sob, and he didn’t even care. “Need you.”
“You’ve got me,” Simon breathed, the faintest tremor in his voice as leaned in to line his cock up with Jace’s hole and brushed the lightest of kisses against his lips.
“Yes,” Jace whispered. “Yes, please.”
And then Simon was finally, finally pushing inside, and Jace was rocking down against him, desperate and greedy for everything Simon was willing to give him. It took exactly two thrusts for Simon’s composure to crack completely, and Jace swallowed down his moans as greedily as he took everything else, licking into Simon’s mouth to chase every sound.
Jace would have been embarrassed by how quickly he came after that, lasting maybe a full ten seconds after Simon wrapped a hand around his dick, except that Simon was right there with him, following him over the edge with a barely audible, “Fuck, fuck, Jace, oh god.”
After, they lay next to each other on the bed, catching their breaths. This would normally be when one of them left to go back to their own room, or went to take a shower, or make food, or anything, really, to keep this thing between them from seeming like more than it was. Except it was more for Jace. Maybe for both of them.
“You’ve got me.”
Jace wasn’t sure if Simon had meant the words the way Jace wanted him to, but he wasn’t ready to let go of the possibility that he did. Trying not to overthink it, he curled into Simon’s side, resting a hand on his chest.
For a few seconds, Simon went absolutely still, and Jace thought for sure he’d fucked everything up. But just as cold dread was beginning to claw its way up his throat, Simon let out a shaky breath and cuddled closer, pulling the blanket up to cover them both and covering Jace’s hand with his own. Jace smiled into Simon’s shoulder.
“You’ve got me.”
He would hold onto that for as long as Simon let him.
#shadowhunters#shmb2021#jimon#jimon fic#jace wayland#simon lewis#pun absolutely intended#i regret nothing
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I have a question for you that you might not be comfortable answering and it is TOTALLY fine if that is the case so please don’t feel obligated to respond!! What I’m wondering is, how do you see yourself reflected in each of your characters? Traits about yourself, things you wish you were, goals you have, etc. Again, if this is too personal please don’t worry about it, I was curious because I was reading through some of my old writing and thought “I really projected onto this character huh”
hi anon!!! oh lawd, i have no idea if i should answer this in like. a full play-by-play way, or just gloss over stuff, because i'd love to answer this in huge detail but i have no idea if anyone (even you, the person who asked!) would be interested so here's what i'll do: i'm going to write my answer, without editing it over and over again, and hope to god you're okay with whatever length it ends up being :') here goes!
i have to start with the way i write lady noire. i have to. i write lady noire with the tag "marinette has ADHD" which is exactly and honestly what i have. in the kwami swap fics that i write, everything and anything she says or thinks is exactly the way that i talk and behave when i'm having a good day (which is to say, an absolute mess!) she's constantly tripping over her words, smacking into doors, always looking like she's handling her school life (when she is very much holding on for dear life just trying to pass), etc etc. kitty!marinette is by far the most obvious "me" whenever i write, which is why i think i like writing her so much. i give her my problems of attachment, of struggling to understand between romance/platonic relationships, of fits of crying that don't exactly line up to what exactly is happening in the fic. if i ever had to pick a character from any of my AUs to represent me, it would be 1000% lady noire.
i think i relate to marinette the most in all of the AUs. each marinette is different-- i only really have four of them-- but i think i write them with different personal traits that are still representative...? of me...?
maybe the marinette i have the least in common is FLP marinette. i think her skittish-but-blunt behavior is something i want to have because it's endearing and genuine, but i don't think i have it at all.
mouse!marinette i definitely have the overthinking sometimes. she thinks so much. but i definitely don't think as much or as clearly as she does, i'm definitely more impulsive like kitty!marinette is.
but DL marinette, oh god, okay--
she's the marinette i write the most, right? obviously, and i think what really gets me about her is that she is so desperate for contact and connection with others. it's genuinely hard for me not to write a DL fic with cuddles involved because that's literally all i think about. close contact and sleep (i have very poor sleep, as many people here already know) and marinette's wants for a family are the trifecta of izy when she's having a bad day.
i'm asexual myself, so the idea of having a family (as in, like, partner/partners) that will still love me and "won't kick me out" is just something that i've really come to struggle with last september. i think i wrote about that in a previous tumblr post somewhere? oh, i found it, here it is!
i wrote marinette wanting a family, a good and honest one that won't shy away to catering to her needs of wanting to be tactile and close and something something most important part being the bed-- the entire first half of comfort givin' was like. two days post-breakup, i'm pretty sure, and i was just reeling. you know? it was so painful to do anything. i honestly don't even remember what i did first-- oh, yeah. i was at a friend's house for the first time in like two years leaving the house to see her. i think i ate a hotdog. i didn't even tell my friend because she was doing homework and i was so out of it, i got broken up with over text. over text. this was a guy that had bought me a promise ring just a while ago saying that we'd get engaged as soon as i finished college, but, that sure didn't work out LSDJKFLJSKDFLJSFKD five (five!) years gone. through text. how embarassing
i know that my newly-appointed-ex decided to get wasted that night (out of saddness???? or something????? even though it was him who dumped me, so..??), so i made sure to turn off my phone just in case he tried to text me all drunk about how he was sorry and whatever-- i have no idea if he did. anyway
even still, now, i'm shocked like i didn't expect any of it to happen at all, like, everything was fine on my end, and i see that a lot in marinette when i was writing her before. i guess i wish i was as strong as her, to keep trying and looking for more and more. ironically, this succubus has helped me out a lot this past year, including helping me realize what i want out of my relationships and what i want for myself. i see myself when she doesn't find it particularly interesting to be with other succubi because of what happened-- i don't hang out with our friends anymore. i see that loneliness a lot. having a nino or an alya in my life would be a godsend. and a luka and adrien, too, of course.
sorry this got depressive LKDJFLSJDKFLSKFDJLKDLFJSDK idk i just wanted to give you a good answer. maybe this was tmi but i thought this was a cool ask and i wanted to give it a shot. thank you for asking, anon, this was such a cool ask! sorry i got sidetracked everywhere!
#speakizys#completely unedited this time before fuck it whatever#usually i spend a lot of time wondering if any of this is worth posting but#eh
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This was requested by @driedgreentomatoes but Tumblr ate my post? Thanks... so here’s a repost.
Yay! Whiskey! Thanks for requesting! Okay this is kind of a really weird one. I hope it works? Even if it doesn’t, well I tried something different! The two things you requested reminded me immediately of a scene that’s going to happen eventually in Whiskey Straight, so I wanted to take this in a totally different direction. There’s also a little note at the end about the drabble. I hope you like it!
#18 “Any other lies left to tell me?” and #46 “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
Pairing: The smallest hint of Whiskey x a woman (could be read as reader or OC, but it’s secondary to the plot), Whiksey x His Wife
Warnings: ANGST, swearing, hallucinations, mentions of a dead character. I’m sure this is some kind of PTSD the way he’s dealing with his grief and guilt? I don’t know if there’s any other categories this could be tagged as so if I missed anything I’m terribly sorry and please let me know.
Whiskey watched from the Bronco as she made their way up the walk .Watched her bounce up the stairs to the porch. Waited while she unlocked and opened the door. He wasn’t expecting her to turn and wave at him before going inside. He waved back. Once the door was closed, he put the bronco in drive. He never left until she was safely inside.
He hadn’t realized how widely he was smiling until it started to fade. His cheeks ached a bit from the strain. It had been a long time since he smiled that widely or for that long. She had that effect on him though. At work, after work, during a mission, during lunch. She made him laugh and smile in a way he hadn’t since-
“You seem happy.”
His smile dropped at the voice. He closed his eyes for the briefest of moments and sighed before turning his eyes back on the road.
“I am.” He grunted, despite his mood crashing down around him.
“Who was that?”
“Friend from work.”
“Mmhmm.” The hum was full of disbelief. He reached up for the rearview mirror, adjusting it until he could see her upset face in the back seat. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyebrow quirked up. He knew that look, that body language. It usually ended in him begging forgiveness for being an idiot of some kind. “Any other lies left to tell me?”
“I’m allowed to have friends.” He huffed, turning his attention back to the road.
“Never said you weren’t.”
“Then why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”
“I’m not looking at you any which way.” She laughed.
He took a deep breath, hands tightening on the wheel as he tried to calm himself. He pulled over to the side of the road, parking once more. He closed his eyes, repeating the mantras the doctors had taught him. He had control.
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” He jumped, her voice coming from right beside him now. He opened his eyes, seeing she had moved to the passenger side.
“You shouldn’t be here.” He answered, glaring at her. She just shrugged. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’m not doing anything. You are.”
“Always my fault, isn’t it?” He huffed, putting the car in gear and focussing back on the road.
“You tell me.”
He took several deep breaths, choosing to ignore the woman in the seat beside him. She seemed fine with that, at least for now. He knew it wouldn’t last. She never left him alone for long. Especially when he thought about moving on, about settling down with someone else.
“Are they really ‘just a friend’?” She asked, as if she could read his mind.
“Yes.” He clenched his jaw.
“Maybe... but you want more.”
He didn’t bother to answer. The silence was telling, packing more meaning into it than any words he could muster at this point. She seemed happy with that, letting the conversation lull while the frustration grew in him.
“Why can’t you let me be happy?!” He snapped, raising his voice as he so rarely did. He turned sharply into the driveway, his movement jerky as he parked. “I don’t think that’s askin’ for much! So what if I want her? Just let me have that! She’s not gonna want a broken man like me, but I don’t need you stickin’ your nose in it! I don’t need you to remind me why I can’t have my happy endin’. That train left the station long ago, but… God damn it, just let me believe it’s comin’ back! I don’t need you to remind me it’s not! I know that without you poppin’ up outta nowhere!”
Jack’s heavy breathing filled the silence. He didn’t dare look to his right, to see her expression after his blow up. He hated yelling at her. He never used to but it was getting hard to carry on like this.
“Fuck!” He shouted as he smacked his hand against the steering wheel. His anger shifted inwards as he realized what he’d said. What he’d done. He swore once more, pushing the door open. He had to go inside and call his doctor. He knew the man was going to pull him from the field, but he couldn’t put it off anymore. It was getting worse.
He slammed the car door, leaving the car empty in the driveway. He prayed the image of his dead wife wouldn’t follow him inside.
A/N: I wrote the wife’s lines without much context/tone so that they can be read one of two ways. You can read her as happy, kind, compassionate - she wants Whiksey to move on, and the sass she’s giving him is because he’s lying to himself about his feelings. Or you can read her as angry and bitter that he’s moving on because he feels so guilty.
#Agent Whiskey x Reader#Agent Whiskey imagine#Agent Whiskey drabble#Agent Whiskey fanfic#Agent Whiskey character study#Like it really is more of a character study#than any sort of pairing drabble#WookieTales#answered prompts
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Lemonade
Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife!reader
Summary: Andy Barber x wife!reader + Lemonade by Nicole Dollanganger, angsttttt w smut🥳 (requested by anon)
→ Based on the song Lemonade by Nicole Dollanganger
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, cheating, swearing, kinda angsty
A/N: tumblr won’t let me answer the ask with the request, but that won’t stop me from posting😂. Thank you love for the request and I hope you’ll enjoy this!
I've been home all day
My husband's gone
They all say
He's got a girl on the side
While I stay home all day
It was a routine. Waking up alone, sheets next to you cold meaning he left a long time ago like he always would. The morning coffee wasn’t the same as it was before, even if it was warm and much needed for you it was cold and meaningless because you didn’t have anyone to enjoy it with. Lunch wasn’t a priority anymore since you ate alone as well as dinner which was a glass of wine. You were all alone in this huge house, stomach tightening from the feeling that you weren’t the only one in someone’s life and that you weren’t enough. You knew, people knew that he had somebody. Probably someone from work, someone that made him feel young again. Someone that he shared his mornings and nights as well as his good and bad moments while you waited for him all day long.
So I make lemonade
Put on a dress and I go lay
Out in the day room
And I wait for you
To come on over
And give it to me
It was a façade. The pretty short dress that was matching with the colour of the bitter lemonade you made for yourself was a total opposite from what you were feeling. Nothing was like the bright yellow colour. However you wanted him. Andy made you feel good, he took your mind off of things, with every touch and thrust of his. So you just waited, waited for him to come, to take you.
In the backyard full
Of dying flowers
In the kitchen on the
Pale pink counter
Give you a lap dance
Outside in a lawn chair
Drinking lemonade and
Playing with my hair
“I’m here love.” His voice roared in the living room while he looked for you. Andy had a key, you gave it to him feeling like he needed it more than your husband.
He was removing his jacket spotting you in the garden looking at the flowers.
Andy’s eyes were fixed on the dress that made your legs look so beautiful and irresistible. He couldn’t help but stare at your figure and sneak up behind you.
“There you are beautiful.” He growled in your ear, hand sliding higher from your exposed thigh.
“They were once so gorgeous, look at them now, like they are mimicking something. Should probably make them feel lovable more.” You stated, wanting at least him to make you feel enough.
“I missed you babe. I need you, then you can take care of the flowers.” He didn’t care, he just wanted to feel you.
“Want to take you right here.” Andy pressed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder, toying with the thin material of your panties.
“Then I want you on the kitchen counter, nice and wet, sprawled out just for me.” He cupped your heat, earning a moan while you took a sip from your lemonade.
It didn’t took him long before he relaxed in the chair that was out in your garden, looking at your body that was so alluring.
“A lap dance? God you’re a naughty one.” He smirked, looking at you playing with your hair and dress with one hand while the other was holding the cold and wet glass of lemonade.
Andy was dizzy both from the sun and your glowing skin and touches that made him lose his shit.
“I appreciate it love, but I want to fuck you. I missed those sweet walls clenching around me.” His words were like magic, you couldn’t say no. You were already so smitten.
Andy stroked himself, looking at your erect nipples and the thin piece of lace that was barely covering your core.
“Leave them on.” His husky voice demanded, moving them aside, pushing the tip slowly inside of you.
“My love. Always wet and tight, just how her man likes it. God I would treat you like a queen, not like that idiot.” He smiled, filling you up completely.
“Fuck Andy.” You first rode him leisurely, nails scratching his neck from pleasure.
Andy was a mess, you gushing out on his throbbing cock inside of you while you repeated his name constantly was a sight he wanted to see every day.
“So pretty doll, with my cum dripping down your legs fuck. Let me give you one more like I promised.” He stood up with you in his hands, guiding you both to the kitchen where he wanted you now.
I've been home all day
My husband's gone
Don't need to worry
Take you upstairs
To the swan bed
Let you fuck me
Hard as you can
“What if he comes?” Andy asked, removing your big shirt to see the body that didn’t let him sleep at night.
“He won’t. He is on a business trip probably so tired from all the work.” You said sarcastically, pressing your lips against his hungrily.
You didn’t want to talk about your husband, you wanted Andy at that moment.
“I was waiting for you the whole day. I’m so wet for you baby.” You purred, biting his earlobe seductively while you guided his hand in between your legs. He pushed you on the large white bed, his body on top of yours peppering your skin with kisses.
“The thought of me taking you on this bed that you share with your husband turns you on doesn’t it?” He questioned, spreading your legs to see every inch of you.
“Can you tell me who can make you feel this good? Can you tell me what you want?” Andy asked, his hand wrapped around your throat.
“Please fill me up.”
“You’re mine.” He groaned, giving your pussy a slap before he slammed himself inside of you.
The thrusts were hard, needy. Your legs were on his shoulders while his palm gripped your thigh, the other one still around your throat.
Andy was clenching his jaw from the view of you closing your eyes from the feeling. You both were wild, similar souls that understood each other.
“I’m going to explode if you keep doing that.” He spoke, looking at your tongue that was sticking out begging for his thumb. Andy could feel his cock pulsing inside of you when you wrapped your lips around his thumb sucking it innocently while your eyes were glued to his.
“Gonna fill you up. I know how you love that.” He caressed your hair, chasing his high, coating your walls with his cum.
The next time he kisses me
I want him to taste red ruby lips
And the love we made
And the lemonade
“In my mouth.” You said, kneeling in front of him, staring at Andy while he pumped his length.
“Want to take a picture of this. You are a masterpiece, I never wanna lose you.” He cupped your chin, bringing his tip next to your mouth.
You were crazy about Andy. You wanted him, but you also wanted your husband to know how you were finally someone’s first in their life. You wanted him to taste the sweet love Andy gave and made with you for the past few months as well as the last sour lemonade that you drank before it was replaced with a sweet one that you deserved in your new life.
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“Your fic's value is not defined by how popular it is! If you had fun writing it and you like it, that’s all that matters! That means it’s good!”
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Let me propose a scenario.
In this scenario, you have been invited to a potluck. Everyone is to bring a cake. You can bring the same flavor as someone else. You can be as detailed or simple as you like. It can be gluten free, or be loaded with sugar.
With these parameters in mind, you bring your cake. You know it's a good cake; others have eaten this exact recipe before from other bakers. Hell, even people you know personally have had this cake that you made in the past. You add it to the table.
You go around and eat other cakes; as many as you know you can reasonably stomach. You find the creators to compliment them. Everyone is eating cake, some very similar, some WILDLY different, but everyone is eating. You can see it.
The night goes on. You don't hear about your own cake. You don't see your cake on anyone's plate. Nobody even asks you about your cake.
The potluck ends. You return to the table to help clean up. Many cakes are completely gone. Cakes identical to yours are more than half gone.
Your cake sits with only a couple slices taken. You can see one at the top of the trash.
You know the cake is good. But all that work was for nothing, not only because the food was wasted, but nobody cared enough about your cake to even ask about it.
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So, here's the thing about fanfiction: most people aren't posting for the fun of it. If the story was just written for "fun" and for the author's enjoyment ONLY, it would stay in the drafts. If the fun was just from writing and reading, what would be the point of posting?
Things are posted because the authors want to SHARE them. There is validation in being told your work is good, that someone enjoys your ideas and your writing, even if you KNOW already that it's good.
Hell's sake, I have an ENGLISH degree, but I still look for comments on my stuff every damn week. I KNOW my work is good value. Hell, not to toot my own horn, but I'd even go so far as to argue it's INCREDIBLE. Some of my greatest work to date has come out of HLAL.
But do I get the same number of hits as other authors in the same category, writing similar kinds of relationships and scenarios? I went to the liberty of going into the All Might/Reader tag and sorting by date posted and grabbing a few numbers.
My fic, at the time of typing this, has 1169 hits. 13 chapters. That's with bi-weekly updates. Doesn't sound bad, right? Let's compare that to other fics uploaded around the same time (without names, just ratings, no particular order, with the only ship being All Might/Reader).
987 hits. 1 chapter. E
701 hits. 1 chapter. G
1235 hits. 1 chapter. E
3064 hits. 1 chapters. M
602 hits. 1 chapter. G
2451 hits. 1 chapter. E
621 hits. 1 chapter. T
696 hits. 1 chapter. T
Do you see the problem? Do you see the comparison I'm trying to make?
Now believe me when I say, I KNOW there are people out there with non-existent viewer engagement with their own All Might/Reader fics in comparison to me. But if you're any good with ratios, you can plainly see that the number of hits I have in comparison to these others is GROSSLY disproportionate. You can see that even rating doesn't play all that much of a factor. The average view count for all of these fics, for just ONE chapter, is almost 1,300 hits.
I haven't reached that in THIRTEEN. CHAPTERS.
Thirteen. Chapters. For a series I have been working on for three. Years. That I have been advertising on both Twitter and Tumblr nonstop, every time a new update comes out.
"But Dylawa, your fic is a series; you didn't include the view count from all your fics in HLAL."
Okay I'll do that. Gladly.
The total hit count for the entirety of the HLAL series, over 20 fics, amounts to 32,204. Average that out among the 20 fics, and you have 1,610 views per fic. That's it. If we take individual chapters into account, currently 89, 388 hits per chap.
Notice how that number still doesn't hit the LOWEST viewed fics I mentioned above that were just one chapter. Uploaded once, then never touched again. All within the same month long timeframe that my latest fic was first uploaded.
Mine has been updated. Theirs has not.
This doesn't even take into account those that have less engagement than I do. If I'M miffed about someone tweeting, "You should just have fun writing and not worry about the engagement," imagine how those authors with 30 hits since March are feeling.
That's why "be happy you wrote something you like!" is shit advice. If you made a cake for a potluck, & nobody ate your cake, but everyone else ate a little bit (or a lot a bit) of other people's stuff-- which was damn near IDENTICAL to yours-- you'd be pretty damn upset too.
And ALL OF THAT that I just wrote, is JUST about the validation factor. I didn't even dive into how those numbers impact the potential for word about said fics to get spread among fandom, how that could result in new followers, and the domino effect of just mere conversation.
This is why I'm ALWAYS reblogging my advertisements for my fic. This is why I'm ALWAYS bringing up my Patreon. Because no one else will do it (but those of you that do, I see you, ilu, but there's like, two of you out of a hundred followers).
And it's not WORKING.
The number of hits, kudos and comments-- it all GENUINELY means something beyond just making an author feel good. It's unbelievably disingenuous to tweet "just have fun!" when there are other factors to consider.
We DO have fun. But why bake a cake if no one else is eating it?
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