#i literally think this every time i write another mafia or crime au

[washymylifeaway]

SakuAtsu Fanfic recs

Edit: minor changes (grammar and stuff) cause I rushed this :’)

EDIT: PT 2 IS OUT

OKAY so I meant to make like a long list of MULTIPLE VARIOUS ASSORTED ships but as I was making it I realized I had WAY too many SakuAtsu fics. Like TOO MANY AHHHH. Anyway, I decided that for the sake of everyone, I should just make a separate post LOL oops I’m sorry but I’m so far into SakuAtsu hell it’s not even funny :))))))))) I tried to keep things short so I could not BORE you while reading this post LOL, but also THERE WILL BE A PT 2 because I cut myself short in order to get this out for.....

THE BEST BOY SAKUSA KIYOOMI’S BIRTHDAY I LOVE HIM AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO :DDDDDDDDD

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for each fic before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Some of my FAVORITE writers CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS PLS-

astroeulogy // I LOVE their works and they write BEAUTIFULLY AHHHHH!!! My fav? Possibly Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (T) 6.7k, but all of them are SO good! (My love for mythology really be showing here hehe.)

DeathBelle // this writer is on SO many of my posts cause I ADORE the way they write and characterize!!! My fav? Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) 91.2k but you already knew that LOL. I love the other ones too, but mafia? UGH.

hatsuna // ahjfsdjfhkasj need I say more? There isn’t a lot BUT the ones there are so so good! My fav? Pas De Deux by hatsuna (T) 19k surprise :D I love this one for their interactions but also Omi’s childhood! It’s really good (and you don’t even need to understand ballet) <33333

bastigod // again another writer you will be seeing in other posts because their writing gives me LIFE AHHH. My fav? my love, take your time by bastigod (T) 9k again you already knew this, but I LOVE THIS ONE ahagdhls. I have reread this one so many times oops hehe :)

volchitsae // I LOVE THIS WRITER, like some of my favorite SakuAtsu fics are from this writer, like favorites of ALL TIME. Please go read their stuff because I love it so much. My fav? take me to the limit, hold me down there by volchitsae (E) 3.8k this was the fic that got me into their writing, and oops I’ve fallen and I can’t get up haha leave me....

awkwardedgeworth // THE FICS THIS WRITER MAKES AJKASDLK. I love them and everything they make omg!!! My fav? This was SO hard but Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (T) 20.8k cause I’m basic LOL but your flame will not survive in this cold tundra was a close second :’)

TBH, there are more that I don’t have time to get to (I started this a while back but then pretended like it didn’t exist for a while LOL) but these were the ones here hehe :) I could honestly make an ENTIRE fic rec list from these writers alone and it would be WAY too long, so for the sake of everyone,,, MOVING ON

Fics (in no order, but also I’m missing a bunch I LOVE but like I said TIME CONSTRAINTS AHHAHAH RIP)-

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition) by pseudoanalytics (E) 13.7k // this fic made me laugh so much, starting from the fact that there needed to be clarification (which was, after finishing, understood LOL) that this was indeed NOT a fic with a foot fetish.

Routines (and How to Break Them) by cajynn (T) 1.6k // this fic makes them SO CUTE ugh the fluff ajsjkfhajh. I love how Atsumu just slips into everything Omi does (like a snake) ITS SO ADORABLE AHHH.

sense of purpose (or, what comes next) by pseudoanalytics (T) 3.6k // this fic was so HEARTWARMING!!! It made me kinda sad though cause I’m just that kinda person (and I don’t like to think about the past LOLOLOLOL), but the ending was !!! SO !!! CUTE !!! and I love the ending notes (me too Osamu, me too)!

crushed by citruslemonade (strawberrycitrus) (E) 4.2k // I feel like it’s a crime if I don’t mention this fic LOL and it’s very quick and funny! We all want to be the watermelons in this fic and no I don’t take criticism. No thoughts just Miya Atsumu’s thighs :’)))

Clipped To You by littleboat (T) 8.1k // (cp) okay first of all THERE’S ART, second I love Omi in hair clips <3333 It’s really funny with lots of ~pining~ Atsumu and there’s cameo’s of other players,,, it’s just a great time :D

bet on it by selenophim (T) 13.3k // this is a ~classic~ literally I keep seeing this fic because I like to stalk the relationship tags (LOL) and since it’s so good, I keep seeing it (also LOL). This may be SakuAtsu, but this is Osamu supremacy, again I don’t take criticism LOL.

Just as much by Sapphirine (NR) 16.1k // this is peak gay panic as demonstrated by one Miya Atsumu hehe. This fic is so FLUFF but also PINE! I’ll just be sitting here with my 851 million microorganisms to keep me company cause I’M SINGLE LOL.

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (T) 10.4k // nothing to see here, just Sakusa saying things that make Atsumu’s heart stop ;) I love ~caring~ Sakusa so if you do too, read! But also hello? Perfume drop please,,,,

see this through by basilleia (T) 17.7k // I am shamelessly a HARDCORE Atsumu wears glasses fan, once again, I take absolutely no criticism! Again some ~caring~ Sakusa heheh but also love the twin dynamic in this one!

dogshit (first comes the fall) by kitcassiachan (E) 15.8k // PLEASE CHECK WARNINGS! ngl this was one of the first fics I read for this ship and GOD did it get me hooked onto bottom Sakusa agenda (it really hit different). Of course, I’m not promoting the way this relationship happened (don’t have hate s*x), BUT I have nothing to say other than I had no regrets. RIP (not actually but you’ll get what I mean LOL) Bokuto and Ushiwaka for that matter.

let's get physical by rosegoldwriting (T) 4.3k // I really like medical stuff (you’ll see later LOL) BUT even if you don’t still read it cause IT’S FUNNY OKAY. We gotta love boys day and STD’s~~ (also don’t be stupid like him and get hurt to see hot doctors :))))

all i do is crave by newamsterdam (E) 12.7k // were we waiting for me to bring a 5 + 1 to the table? If so, here it is! We do love the olympics and oblivious Astumu~~

lay it on me (no, really) by ayushi_writes (T) 4.2k // please the way I was hesitant to read it at first but then the ‘being very fond and caring in a homie way haha’ made me read it LOL. The fluff (and Astumu being caring because that is another one of my favorite things to read hehe) in this is almost worth the awkwardness that made me want to go put my head into a hole like an ostrich LOLOLOLOL.

ink blossoms by entrechat (T) 8.1k // I think this fic IS SO CUTE OMG. I love the way Omi sits in the shop to draw was ADORABLE and making them do that to get tattoos? Smart af (and v respectful we stan). Also, I love flower meanings :D

crimson colored lotus by sieges (M) 16.5k // (cp) this was a demon slayer AU LOL. TBH I haven’t watched DS, but you honestly don’t really need to in order to read this LOL. It’s explained really well and the writing is AMAZING! It’s not a linear fic, but you can read it in order if you so choose.

where i want to be by tookumade (G) 8.8k // THIS ONE ahhhhhh so cute I love it. Omi trying SO hard in this relationship and Atsumu being so understanding. I love it here :’)))))

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (T) 19.7k // I LOVE THIS ONE not only cause I love professor AUs (I do, I LOVE THOSE) but also it’s just some great writing :D I really love their interactions and the misunderstanding killed me ahhhhh.

If you were wondering, I already have 50+ fics (yes I counted but no I’m not done looking so there will probably have to be some cuts D:) lined up for pt2 AND I took out series in another post, so yeah this is why it’s a cursed draft hahahaa..... I hope you enjoyed cause SakuAtsu is my life and blood.

#sakuatsu #haikyuu fanfic rec #haikyuu fic recs #fanfic recs #manga #anime #omi’s birthday post #cause I love him #pls don’t come for me #I’m getting to the next one soon #I promise #teehee #we’re here for a good time #and a long one too ig? #haikyuu #hq

[vickylamore]

Enemy Of The Wolves [3]

TW: Language, Violence, Fighting + Poor Written Fighting Scene, Gore (brief), Injuries

Pairing: [slight] Mark Lee x Female Reader, NCT OT23 [Mostly platonic] x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Military Style AU, Organized Crime AU, Mafia AU, Angst and Fluff

(3/?) Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 5.8k

[Main Masterlist] [Enemy Of The Wolves - Mini Masterlist]

Summary: Not only were you one of the few females to be apart of Neo Culture Technology’s underground organized crime association, you were also the only and top ranked female captain in the entire industry. Even if you worked in a majority male industry, you earned respect from nearly every one of your male counterparts. All but one. That one not only exposed your name to one of NCT’s worst and most vicious rivals but signed NCT’s entire demise. Only one group will prevail, the other left in ruins with no chance of recovery.

Notes: Good morning, currently 1:17 am and sorry for this taking three weeks to write, enjoy LMAO

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.

It didn’t take you too long to reach the building, faster than you actually expected. You had crossed a few other teachers, most older than you but respected you none the less. 

You were tired and all you wanted to do was rest. You have gotten off a nineteen-hour flight, came straight home, learned what your delinquent soldiers did in your absence through the Dreamies, confronted a handful of students, reported back to 127 and had a mini-reunion with WayV. Some of the moments were more pleasant than others. 

You rounded the corner and continued your way down the hallway, fatigue noticeable in your features but you forced yourself to stay awake just until you get to the dorms. You are more mentally and emotionally exhausted than anything else. A lot of it was because of what happened on your mission but you didn't want to talk about it.

You arrived in front of your office and sighed; you were going to prepare yourself for another issue before the day ended. However, you pause in front of the door when you hear chatter on the other side.

This confused you; no one should have access to your office or any higher-ups' offices for the matter. It was out of respect and privacy. Plus, you made sure it was locked, especially since the offices are secured with passcodes. The code bar on the side of the door was broken, insisting that someone had just broken it. If this was before you had arrived, someone would’ve noticed. This happened recently.

"We shouldn't be doing this, you know it's wrong."

"Doesn't matter," one whispered harshly, "you heard what he said, Captain Song could be onto us and our entire plan could be ruined.” You heard rummaging through drawers as you heard more sounds from further inside the room. 

What was going on?

“Ezra, come on,” you heard another whisper from inside yet his voice was a lot quieter and was nearly inaudible. “Jihoon should be there any moment. Help Chris look through her stuff and tell us if you find anything useful.”

“I don’t understand why we didn’t do this when she first left,” you heard another groan, “we had two months and we’re doing this now? Not to mention Captain Song literally will arrive any minute-”

“Which is why you talk less and keep searching you idiot,” You recognized the voice as Hyunwoo’s, it was definitely next to Chan. “Look for anything that could look bad on her, take a picture then send it to Jihoon.” There was a pause. “Mh-hm.”

“Yeah, anything from weird documents, files, anything on Neo Culture that raise an eyebrow… just anything to frame her and make 127 think she’s the one that-”

You suddenly open the door, your eyes landing on four of five students you were supposed to talk to this afternoon. They all froze when they saw you, dropping whatever they had in their hands with their mouths agape.

“I’m the one that what?” You asked, your jaw clenched and your eyes are dark as ever, pure iciness emitting from them. “What the hell are you guys doing in my office?”

Your office was a mess when you looked around; paper and files sprawled across the floor, books and folders were thrown at every corner of the room. Your artifacts and nameplate were removed, the table in the middle right was turned over, the library where all your books of anatomy, fighting and strategic tactics were either on the floor, opened or misplaced on the shelves.

Some of them jumped at the sound of your booming voice, others fumbling on their words while looking at them. You were more shocked than anything. Your students, some of who you’ve been teaching for so long were the ones rummaging through all your stuff in search of something so important that they had to breach your privacy.

You were sick to your stomach, you weren’t even expecting this type of behaviour from them. That showed how much faith you had for them, hoping they’d change and finally mature into, one day, future and reliant soldiers. But now, Ezra was frozen in the middle of the room, his back faced to you while he was facing your office bureau, Chris was next to the library, a book now at his feet after dropping it while Chan was hunched behind your desk and Hyunwoo was crouched in front one of the drawers on your desk.

By their faces, you could tell that whatever plan they had backfired as soon as you stepped foot inside the room. 

“I said, ‘what the hell are you guys in my office’” Your voice was a lot more hostile than before as you placed your hand on your holster, staring at the students in hostility and suspicion. The only information you had right now was, one, they broke into your office and two, they were talking about their plan that included you for some reason. You saw Chan’s eyes widen, the brunette with deep brown eyes obviously panicking.

You watched as Hyunwoo got back up from his crouched position, his eyes fixated on your gun. You clenched your jaw, your other hand going for your communicator, the one that every NCT member has where you’re able to communicate over a 30-mile range. You didn’t want to take any chances, especially since you were alone with four students who could overpower you if they tried hard enough.

Not to mention that you hoped that Hyunwoo didn’t find the hidden gun in your desk’s drawer. Even if it’s locked, you didn’t know what else they broke into.

You moved your gaze to Ezra, who had turned around when you asked what they were doing for the second time. Out of all of them, he was the one that was the most agitated. The one was looked torn between helping his friends in whatever business they had in your office and answering your question.

So you, being the person you are, picked on him. You had to figure out what they were doing and you were sure the three others weren’t going to tell you. You stared at the black-haired student with hazel eyes while keeping an eye on everyone else, the only disadvantage was that Chris was near the bookshelf, which was completely behind you as you stepped foot into the room. “Ezra.”

The nineteen-year-old jumped, not expecting you to talk to him first, especially since he’s the youngest out of the friend group. He started at you while his fingers were trembling. You almost felt bad, maybe you would’ve if they didn’t break into your office. “Y-yes?”

“What are you doing?” From the corner of your eye, you see Hyunwoo reach his hand down and pull out something just as fast, making you pull out your gun and point it at the youngest male. You see everyone’s eyes widen as Hyunwoo now pulls the gun on you, cocking in back, loading a bullet. You don’t mind the twenty-one year old, turning your head towards Ezra again, you calmly question, “Ezra, what do you guys have planned?”

“Don’t you fucking answer her, Ezra.” The older male growled lowly, his deep, gravel voice making the growl almost animalistic.

“Ezra,” you call his name once more which makes him look at you, “what are you guys doing-?”

“Shut up before I blow your brains out!” You were about to point out that the door was open, that it would be stupid for him to shoot you right in the open. That was until Chris closed it. You cursed under your breath as you were now running out of options.

You, however, kept your cool and turned your attention to the student with the gun pointed at you. “No, you won’t.”

Hyunwoo was caught off guard by your boldness, certainly baffled by the fact that you weren't fazed by someone holding a gun towards you. He shook his head for a few moments before ceasing, “and why not?” His voice made himself sound a lot tougher than he was but his body language was a completely different story. He was scared and nervous; never a good combo when holding a gun.

You scoffed under your breath, analyzing the current situation you’re currently in. “One; you shoot me, one, you won’t have anyone to frame in your little scheme. Two, that gun doesn’t have a silencer, meaning that in a one-mile radius, everyone in this very building and in the other ones will hear it and three, the gunshot will make the academy go into lockdown which means you and everyone here won’t have enough time to run before one of the higher-ups find you.” You list off while deadpanning.

“That’s why you can’t shoot me.” 

You saw Hyunwoo think about what you said as you saw Chan move from the desk with his hands raised. He looked at you in plea, hoping you wouldn’t do anything to his younger friend. “Captain please, don’t shoot him.”

You rolled your eyes at this, “obviously should’ve thought of the consequences before breaking into my office.” You cocked the gun back, scaring both Ezra and Chan. “Now, what the hell are you guys doing in my office and what do you guys have planned?”

You weren’t stupid; you weren’t going to shoot the guy-- unless necessary-- you just needed the information about what the hell Jihoon was planning and what they were doing. You wouldn’t shoot Ezra to evoke fear out of his friends, it’ll give them more of a reason to attack you. 

At which, you were at a complete disadvantage. Two of the students here, Ezra and Hyunwoo were amazing at hand to hand combat even if Ezra still lacks a soldier exterior and Hyunwoo was hot-headed and added tech genius. Chan was better with weapons as you’ve heard from Haechan, from a wide range of handguns and heavy-duty arms. You were fine right now since he didn’t have access to a gun. As for Chris, he was an extreme strategist and like the first two, great in hand-to-hand combat; him having the top grades in your class. You needed to look out for him, he was the biggest threat to you currently. 

“Please, don’t shoot me.” You glanced at the youngest, seeing tears form in his eyes, “I’ll tell you--”

“Ezra!”

“I'll tell you,” he ignored Chris’s call and nodded his head, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, just please, put the gun down.”

You shook your head and clicked your tongue, “can’t do that, not with Chris being behind me and Hyunwoo with a gun pointed to my head; you’re my only leverage.” You weren’t lying, you knew that as soon as the gun was off of him, Chris was going to attack you and the other two would join in. 

At this point, you weren’t the ‘soft and nice’ version of yourself, you were the version of yourself that got you your position as Captain, the more ruthless and heartless version of yourself. Did you hate it? No. Do you wish that this situation never occurred? Of course.

“Okay, okay,” the youngest nodded his head while looking at you with teary eyes, “I’ll tell you but you need to promise you won’t hurt them.”

Chan sighed heavily, slowing going back to where he previously was next to Hyunwoo, “Ezra, stop talking--”

“Be quiet,” you hushed the other as you looked back at him, “if they don’t try anything, I won’t try anything. You have my word.”

They were students after all. They, in fact, are very that 127 or Dreamies found them rummaging through your things, hell, even WayV. They’re very much, actions first, ask questions later. Exactly the reason why all the Dreamies were in tier one (which is a story for another day) and why you’re sometimes so frustrated with half of 127, especially Taeyong (cue him telling Jisung it was okay to punch Jihoon). You were more of a gain more information now and see what you do with the person later.

Which was what you were currently doing.

“We’re trying to frame you,” he said as everyone around expressed sounds of disappointment and annoyance. He ignored them and continued, “we broke into your office to find any information about your mission or anything that could look bad on you.”

You lifted your eyebrows and waved your gun, urging him to continue as you know there's more to the story. “And who exactly were you going to give this information to? The higher-ups? Go as far as to give it Taeyong?”

Ezra glanced at his friends, who kept shaking their heads in disapproval. You saw him hesitate and now you were getting frustrated with the entire ordeal. To be honest, if it were any other day, you would’ve been fuming. However, you won't say you didn't see this coming; you weren’t surprised that they’re trying to frame you especially after Jihoon’s little speech.

“Ezra, do not waste my time.” You clenched your jaw and rasped out, “you and everyone here are already caught, there's no need to keep quiet unless you want me to call my backup right now,” you threatened. “You know, out of the Dreamies, Jisung is the most patient but even he punched Jihoon over stuff he said about me. How do you think everyone else will react when they find out that you broke into my office and were trying to frame me over whatever it is?”

You saw his face fall, even more than before, as he nodded his head but not convinced. You sighed again, your voice more straightforward than before, a mocking smirk on your face, “now if you think that’s bad, how do you think 127 will react… hell WayV is back and they have one of the top-ranked interrogators in China and South Korea.”

“Okay! Okay!”

You raised your eyebrow when he cracked further. You thought it was too easy, way too easy for a student in the second-tier. Then again, Xiaojun, Renjun and Jungwoo were pretty scary.

“Well then,” at this point, you were too focused on Ezra that you currently cared less about what the others were doing. Something you know will bite in your ass later. “Who were you going to sell or give the information to?”

“Ezra!” Chris yelled from behind you, making your head tilt towards the eldest in the room. His gaze was fixated on the youngest, his gaze sinking into his skull, “shut up.”

“No, he won't,” you snapped, fed up with their attempt to stopping him from telling you what you needed to know, “he agreed to confess to what you guys were doing, let him speak.”

“He didn’t agree to shit!” The messy blonde male yelled at you, his jaw visibly clenched, his hands stuffed into his pockets, “the only reason he’s talking is because you have a fucking gun to his head.”

You scoffed, using your other hand to point to Hyunwoo who was still pointing a gun to your head, “a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“The Dragons!” Ezra finally exploded, his voice rising, “Jihoon made a deal with them when you first left; he offered to tell them all the things he learned as a student as well as information they didn't have on you- so then we started looking for files that could help them figure out who you are since you aren’t in their database and Hyunwoo came across a file about your mission which was locked away really far since it took us about an hour to find something on you and he sent it to Jihoon. Basically, The Dragons found out who you were using the info and Jihoon and Hyunwoo’s help as a hacker, they found out what happened about whatever happened in Canada and so they are planning an attack tonight at midnight for revenge.”

Your eyes widen, shock overtaking your body. You didn’t even have time to think about the information learnt Chris ushered, “son of a bitch!”

And started attacking you.

You moved out of the way in time to avoid his kick but his foot hit your hand, knocking the gun out of your grasp and landing in Ezra’s hand. You ignored it and started attacking the person in front of you, finally considering him as a traitor.

They broke into your office, sold your information to NCT’s worst enemies and basically set up a hit on the base for midnight tonight? And you being the only one knowing about it since you practically forced it out of à student at gunpoint?

This was bad, you understood the absolute severity of the situation. Although 127 had men from all over SK and many allies, it was already six o'clock, there’s no way the allies were going to get here in time and decipher a plan of defence. That is if you don’t tell them right away. You need to take care of them first and at the same time, contact the members to alert them of the situation.

You knocked Chris’s punch away from you, ducking under his arm and striking him in the stomach. You turned around when you heard someone approaching you and deflecting the blow to your face with your forearm, taking Chan by surprise. You dodged his headbutt and hit him on the side of his stomach at which he didn’t flinch, only returning a hit to your shoulder. Although it landed, you didn’t bother worrying about it and avoided his chokehold. You pushed him off of you and moved away just in time for both males to run into each other in an attempt to combo attack you. Turning around, you see Hyunwoo running straight at you and knocked you on your back.

You let out a sharp puff of air, dazed for only a few seconds in time to use your arms to block the punches to your face. Quickly grabbing his arms, your bucked your hips towards the air and shot them to the right, throwing Hyunwoo to the side falling off of you. 

You were suddenly being pulled from your foot, Chan pulling your away Hyunwoo. You pulled up while grabbing his arms and twisting them in hope that the pain would get him to let up. He only groans in pain but continues pulling you. Seeing as it wasn’t working, you tucked your other leg under the other one, in between his arms and pushing your foot on his stomach, creating enough force to knock him back and falling atop of the desk.

You hastily get back to your feet, only for someone to kick your back, making you tumble back on the floor. You moan at the pain in your lower back but roll away as soon as you see a foot above your face, nearly hitting you. You get back up but when a kick lands on your stomach, you're knocked straight into the bookshelf, a couple of books falling on top of you.

You stayed dizzy for a few seconds, your mind becoming fuzzy. You let out a quick sigh and through a punch to the nearest person approaching you. He falls to the floor as you move to your next target. You send a roundhouse kick to Chris, one that he ducks under but he isn’t fast enough to block upright kick, which was a blow to the shoulder.

Chan had quietly approached you from behind and put you in a chokehold, attempting to knock you out. You launch your head backwards and pry his fingers from your shoulders, pinning his arms behind his back, crouching behind him and use him as a shield from Hyunwoo who accidentally punches his gut.

You push him onto Hyunwoo, knocking them both on the floor. Just when you thought you were clear to use your communicator, you’re knocked to the side with someone sitting on top of you pining your arms over your head and starting punching you repeatedly on your face and chest. You struggle getting Chris off of you, his waist too far down to use your legs. You let out multiple groans of pain as you start seeing stars.

You snarl and rip your arms from his hand, pushing him off of you while throwing à punch to his jaw. You breathe heavily, your chest-thumping from both the already forming bruises and your racing heart.

You get on your knees, about to get back up when someone puts you in another chokehold. You’re not able to do anything when you’re suddenly hit on the head with what you presume to be the back of a gun.

Your entire vision starts to fuzz up, the dizziness and nauseous hitting you hard as the chokehold only gets tighter and tighter. You try prying his arm from your neck but eventually, you start slipping unconscious, the last words you hear resonate with you until you wake up.

"I'm sorry."

"No!"

The young girl slapped her hand across her mouth and tore her gaze away from the slightly opened door. You were in there, you were either hurt or even possibly... No, she wasn't going to think about that, not about your potential death. She knew you weren't, despite not able to see anything, she heard a loud thud, presumably your body. She knew what a stab sounded like as well as a gunshot, it couldn't have been either. Maybe it was your body hitting the ground, she couldn't tell.

Lia had heard everything, from the fighting to their plan; she knew that Jihoon was already on his way to The Dragons to give them whatever information they had on you, whether it was good or bad. Either way, she could accept that it’ll make the Dragons upset. She was so shocked that during the entire ordeal that she could just listen and gather as much information as possible before finding someone that could help.

And that time was now considering they heard her gasp.

She should've listened to her gut; she should have come sooner, everything could have been avoided or even interrupted if she had gone to get help. But her instincts told her to wait; she was now the only one who could warn the others about the plan now that you were unconscious. Her hand balled into a first as she leaned her back on the wall as quietly as she could. Her heart was racing and her mind thought of her training; she could do this, just had to be smart about it.

“You head that too right?” Chris whispered to Chan while panting heavily, “sounded it came from…” Lia’s eyes widened. 

"Check how it is, if they run, both of you ran after them... make sure they don't get away."

The only thing that separated them was the door and she was moments away from being killed. She looked to her left; the pathway over there led to a dead-end, the only thing there was the rest of the Dreamies offices and if they had heard the entire fight like she had, they would've been here by now. The only reason Lia was in front of your office was that she was, to her denial, eager to talk to you about your mission. She thanks her lucky stars for her curiosity. To her right was the hallway she walked from, leading to a gateway of stairs that led to the second-floor lounge and an exit at the bottom of the steps, followed by a fire alarm.

If she could get there by running fast enough, she would be able to trigger it and run outside to the student evacuation zone and alert the military personnel. One shot, she told herself, I have one shot at this.

She braced herself and bolted seconds before they opened the door, a string of swear words leaving Chris's mouth. “Fuck! Lia!” Chris ran after her, gun took from Ezra while Chan followed suit, gun was stolen from you. 

The brown-haired girl ran as fast as she could, her legs picking up the pace as the footsteps follow behind her. One shot, one shot, one shot, she kept repeating to herself. She heard the footsteps gain speed on her as she flew around the corner and pushed the door opened, jumping over the rail and onto the other set of stairs, glancing up to see both men already opening the door. Lia's heart sunk, were they that close to her? She shook her head and picked up the pace, scurrying down the stairs, almost jumping over sets of three before landing near the door.

"She's going outside!"

"Take the left to cut her off!"

“Come on,” her heart was racing as she glanced up again, this time seeing that their guns are drawn. Visibly panicking, Lia's hands fumbled on the fire alarm and finally pulled it, her hands now covered in dark blue ink and a loud, excruciating bell echoing through the halls and filling every room and pathway in all three buildings. Even if she wanted to go directly towards the teachers, that door was locked by a bio-passcode, she couldn't go through even if she wanted.

A hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around, a small yell ripping through the teen's throat, too quiet to be heard over the alarm. Chan groaned when she kicked his lower waist and inhaled sharply among the pain. Lia hastily opened the metal door and shut it as soon as Chris put his hand through to stop her, shutting on his fingers and amputating two, a string of anguished cries cutting through the thick and dense atmosphere surrounding the three. His fingers fell on the floor and bleed out, bone poking out of the severed organism.

Stumbling on her steps as a cold wind ran through her hair, Lia pushed her glasses up before taking off, the traitors collecting themselves before running after her a short while later. 

The sun was setting as the alarm ran through the rooms, offices and hallways. Every student, whether asleep, socializing or studying got up upon the loud blaring sound. Some jumped while others only sighed and complained about a fire drill this late in the evening but still went out, some grabbing their coats. Some teachers glanced at the flashing light before their eyebrows raised in confusion but still went out nonetheless. They filled out of their dorms, libraries and practice rooms, teachers ushering them out while communicating with others, making sure no student was left behind.

Soon, the entire facility was vacant, save you still tied to your chair and unconscious. Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun, who had been walking back to their offices looked at the light and glanced at each other. They also wanted to stop by yours, figuring they haven't seen you since you came back but upon seeing the closed door, lack of noise and turned off light, they presumed you were already out.

“Did Taeyong or Mark even tell you guys we were running a drill?” asked Jeno while looking down the hall, "unless it was a last-minute thing, I didn't hear anything."

“No, it’s the first I’ve heard of it,” Renjun glanced at his com before asking, “hey, did any of you guys know?”

The rest of the Dreamies, including Mark, answered with a no. Jaemin glanced at the clock, “you don’t think one of the students pulled it, do you? A lot of them have tests tomorrow.”

“Don’t know,” Jeno shrugged while ruffling his hair, “we’ll have to search for anyone still inside, look for students with blue hands too.” 

Blue hands. Each time someone pulled the fire alarm if it wasn’t set off in the official’s offices, would have stained blue hands to catch the culprits. Even if the perpetrator wore gloves, the ink could be seen with a UV light, any speckle could be seen either way. 

“Hey guys,” Renjun spoke again in his comm, “Jeno, Jaemin and I will check the student quarters, can you guys check levels one and two?”

“Already cleared,” Mark’s voice came through with a sigh, “waiting outside right now. To our knowledge, only a handful of students are missing and 127 are coming out, WayV already here-- have you seen (Y/n)?”

The Dreamies looked at your office they had just passed, Renjun looking under the door to make sure the light was off. "No, we haven't. We just got on the third floor when the alarm started so I'm guessing she's already out if not going right now. Either way, she's not in her office."

Jaemin had a feeling, it wasn't remotely bad, it was just odd. Wouldn't he have heard you leave the room? Maybe you never came here in the first place... but you would've if that meeting with Jihoon and his friends still happened but considering the closed door and turned off lights, he presumed that it had already finished. Or so he hoped.

“Copy,” Mark answered before deactivating, "don't be too long." He lowered her wrist before looking at the soldiers behind him. The students were in the evacuation zone, instructed to stay whenever a fire or emergency were to occur. Quiet murmurs were among them but not too loud to be annoying. 

Six students were missing, five of them being the group of delinquent boys and one of them being Min Lia, the youngest student in Neo Culture. She should be here by now, Mark knew that she would’ve been the first to be out, considering she’s one of the most prominent students here despite being young. He had the chance to work with her before and after you left; Lia reminded him so much of you, especially when fighting. You both had the same style and technique despite hers before undeveloped, it was there. You both were also strategic. He only hoped to see him in a few moments. You as well.

Mark proceeded to look at Lucas and Yangyang, both WayV members with him at the time the alarm ran out. “Jaemin, Renjun and Jeno are checking the student quarters to see if anyone’s left.”

“Alright but I doubt they have any luck finding anyone,” Yangyang sighed, “no matter where you are in the building, those alarms are loud, everyone should be here.”

“Better to be safe than sorry I guess,” Lucas looked over the crowd, “I might not know every student here but the field is pretty filled.” Before he could explain further, Taeyong had walked out the west side doors. 

Once they had all arrived, sun still setting in the background with a brisk wind ruffling their hair, Taeyong looked around before voicing out, “there’s no fire.”

The members dawned in a state of wonder before Taeyong regained control, “checked the cams, no smoke, no blaze, nothing. Either it was a prank or it was deliberately set off.”

“Why would someone deliberately pull the alarm?” Sungchan asked with raised eyebrows, “unless you think it was an attack from the inside.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

"But who?" Questioned Jisung, "they wouldn't do that... I can't think of anyone who could..."

He stopped himself upon realizing that they were some students that could set the fire alarm, that he had been wrong. Before saying anything else, Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun all walked out and joined upon seeing all of them gathered together. Jeno was the first to speak, bringing everyone to pay attention, "no students are in their quarters, completely vacant."

"That means no one should be in the buildings," Doyoung whispered with an unsatisfied tone, "but that's not right."

"How so?"

"Six students are missing," Chenle answered, looking around him before his gaze landed on Mark. "Nearly all of them should've been with (Y/n) at the time of the alarm." A silence fell over the personnel, their eyes scanning the group.

"Then where is she?" Kun was the first to voice, eyebrows scrunched. "She should've been here by now."

"That's the thing," Jeno said with a  heavy air to his tone, "her office lights were killed, there's no way she could be there. IF she was, the other boys would be there too but the room was completely silent."

"Then where the hell is she?" No one could answer Ten's question, minds scattering to come up with an answer. They didn't know where you were and what's scarier is that they didn't know if the delinquents, who are now traitors unbeknownst to their knowledge, were with you or somehow connected. 

"Who else is missing?"

"Min Lia," Mark looked at Taeil, jaw clenched, irritation behind his eyes. "Her and (Y/n) are close, wouldn't be shocked if they were together."

"So you're telling me that not only if the captain of D.R.E.A.M.S is missing but six students are along with her? Five of them wreaking havoc during her absence?" Yuta ran a hand on his mouth, "did anyone try calling her?"

"Numerous times yeah," Haechan nodded with a click to his tongue, "hasn't responded since the last time I've called her."

“The passcode bar was broken,” Jaemin suddenly rushed out and shared with the group, eyes widening as he cursed under his breath, “wasn’t broken before she got here.”

"Call a code yellow," Taeyong ordered as soon as his suspicions were made clear, although he hoped he was wrong. His hand was already on his holster when he looked at the annoyed students pacing, waiting to go back inside. "Six students and a captain missing despite the alarm pulled and put a code white on the five boys, someone pulled that fire alarm intentionally and I don't think it was any of the second tiers."

As if nothing could get worse, two gunshots rang out from outside near the center of the academy, not too far from the evacuation zone. Everyone ducked in case of an oncoming bullet, screams and cries from students disturbed the once irritated atmosphere and it quickly induced fear and panic in the younger classmates. Taeyong was the first to react, drawing his gun and hooking his com in his ear, knowing that whatever's happening was much bigger than he thought.

The General yelled commands over the yells, “WayV go inside and look for any threats and search every room, including those who are barricade with passcodes. 127, secure the perimeter and Dreamies, escort the students to the bunker and then I want Jeno and Haechan helping WayV look for any threats while the rest of you are on cams. Report back immediately if anything happens, I want eyes and ears on everything, understood?”

"Understood."

"Go now!”

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[baeklooming-day]

Carmin 2 | Chanyeol

Parts 1 | 2 | 3

Summary: When in the middle of your messy student life you end up becoming the right hand of a powerful mafia leader, it gets even messier when it puts you in an arranged marriage with one of the family’s sons.

Genre: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au, fluffish

Word count: 1.5k

36. They’re monsters., 67. You’re bleeding all over my carpet., 75. Quit beating me up!, 84. Show me what’s behind your back.

A/N: Part two! frankly, if you know my other writings you know that practically every each of them takes place in Japan. well, in Tokyo. Tokyo is just my home. And this is my backyard. Credit to Tokyo for being my everything and giving me so much inspiration for everything I do.

“You can’t just show up whenever you want.”

You and Sohlhee were just leaving after your lectures in the afternoon, when you saw Chanyeol casually leaning on the wall, waiting.

Waiting for you.

A whole week passed already since you learned that you were about to be wedded to the ridiculously tall, clumsy boy you’ve known way too long than you would like to.

Ever since that day, he’s been frequently coming to pick you up wherever you were, whether it was because of some family business or just to take you somewhere.

Not to mention, that this ‘taking you somewhere’ was obviously against your will.

His non stop presence was starting to seriously get on your last nerves.

Apparently, Mr. Ishikawa decided that the two of you should be spending more time together, since you were about to become wife and husband.

You really wanted to throw up whenever someone said those two words.

The whole thing was annoying you even more because it didn’t go unnoticed by your friends from Waseda, particularly Sohlhee.

“I would have texted or called you, but you never ever read my texts or answer my calls.” Chanyeol crossed his arms, looking at you with his big eyes.

“What?” Sohlhee sounded surprised. “Why do you ignore him like that, Y/N? That’s mean!”

You rolled your eyes. If only she knew.

“You know, what’s the freaking point of you showing up so often out of nowhere? Me and Sohlhee already have plans.” You said, quietly hoping that maybe, finally, you would get him to leave.

You could always dream, right?

Chanyeol lightly squinted his eyes at you. “Oh yeah? What do you actually usually do, if I may ask?”

Before you could tell him off again, Sohlhee was quicker to answer. “We usually hang out in Akihabara or Shibuya. Shinjuku is so boring. And to be honest, I don’t like it around here at night, in particular anywhere near to Kabukicho.” She told him.

You couldn’t fail to notice the weird sparkle in Chanyeol’s eye. And you already knew what he was about to say.

“Why, are you afraid of mafia or something?” He asked with a laugh.

You sent him a glare, but he ignored it. You could’ve imagined.

“I don’t feel comfortable at all around there. And actually everyone knows that everything happens there behind the closed door! Who knows what illegal stuff they might be doing.”

Chanyeol finally looked your way, but continued talking to Sohlhee. “You know, yakuza is actually an admitted organisation...”

Sohlhee looked at him with disbelief at his overly calm tone. “I don’t believe it that they’re clean. Look at all the crime happening in that district. I heard that lately someone was murdered somewhere around the Golden Gai. They’re monsters.” She concluded.

Your eyes immediately dropped to the ground.

Murder in the Golden Gai? Sounded way too familiar, and unfortunately you knew exactly who was the murderer.

God, it already sounded horrible enough in your thoughts alone.

“Well, you wouldn’t want to run into any of them, right.” You said slowly, blankly looking at the ground in front of you.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

Funny that she was technically being around one every single day, because given your position, you could be counted as one of those shady mafia members, no matter how stupid it sounded to you.

“So” Chanyeol’s deep voice vibrated through the air between you once again. “You coming?”

“I already told you.” You answered him through your gritted teeth.

To your utter surprise, you felt Chanyeol’s arm falling on your both shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

You looked at him with complete disbelief.

“Come on Y/N, you know this is super important. We have to be there.” He said ‘be’ as if signaling that it must be some family business where the two of you were immediately needed without any discussion.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

“What a life” You mumbled to yourself, mad that again you couldn’t do anything about it, you just had to be obedient to family’s orders.

You angrily pushed Chanyeol’s arm away, turning to Sohlhee with an apologetic expression already plastered to your face. Lately you had to use that expression way too often for everyone’s liking.

“Forgive me, Sohlhee” You started. “It looks like I really have to go. But I promise you the whole day on Sunday, okay? I won’t go anywhere.”

You pretended that you didn’t hear Chanyeol mumbling a very quiet ‘we’ll see about that’, looking at your friend.

You were more than sure that there will come one day when she would frankly have enough of you always cancelling your plans.

“Well, okay. What a waste.” She was clearly sad, and that made you feel sad as well, just as much as suddenly super disappointed in yourself.

If there was one thing which you absolutely, wholly hated, it would be cancelling on your friends.

But then again, in moments like this one you remembered when Mr. Ishikawa told you at the very beginning that real friends are a luxury that you can’t allow yourself to have in your world. That sooner or later those relationships were bound to fail, to simply end. People from your world were staying in their circle, as simple as that. But clearly, none could prevent you from making some friends whilst you were studying always surrounded by many people everyday.

You started to lose yourself in your thoughts again, not even noticing when Chanyeol already pulled you away by your wrist, straight to the big black car which was waiting for you a couple of meters away.

You were sitting on a chair inside a big, luminous Starbucks in Ginza with a venti size peach tea with extra ice cubes standing on the table in front of you. Chanyeol was lying about some important family business where you two were urgently needed, instead lurking you on some stupid ‘date’, how he liked to call it, again.

“I hate you.” You said, your voice filled with venom.

“Come on Y/N, I even got you the biggest peach tea. You love peaches.” He continued to sip on his own cold matcha, looking at you from the other side of the table.

“I also love the sound you make when you shut the freak up.”

Chanyeol leaned a little forward, holding the cup with both hands and still sipping on the tea. “Don’t be so cold.” He frowned a little. “Don’t you think we should actually try to make this work and get along? Remember, you are my fiancée.” He pronounced the last word making the ‘e’ in it way too long, adding a puppy look sent your way.

Lord help, that you just ended up dealing with something like that.

You knew that it would eventually lead to that.

Some super unnecessary and annoying ‘dates’ and actual family affairs later, you finally lost it.

You never considered yourself an actual violent person, but you knew yourself well enough to know that if someone pushed your limits, you would be able to literally throw tables.

Or different things that were near you in that moment.

You didn’t even know anymore what he did or said that made you literally explode.

It started building up little by little, only to finally explode like a volcano.

“Chanyeol, don’t talk to me, just leave finally. Yeah, leave, this is my freaking room.” You said, leaning on a dark wooden desk with beautiful porcelain cups and matching plates behind you.

“You are probably the most difficult person to talk to, you know?” He replied, completely ignoring your already flamed up cheeks, a sign that you were about to explode any moment.

He continued talking, but you already weren’t listening. You just wanted to be left alone, but visibly it was too much to ask.

Your hand made its way behind your back, taking one of the porcelain cups and holding it very tightly.

“...and more than that... Wait.” Chanyeol stopped, looking at you and your arm. Then he rolled his eyes. “Y/N. Show me what’s behind your back.”

You didn’t even give him an answer. With your free hand you took another cup and using your full strength that you could find in that moment, you smashed them both right on him, not caring too much where the blow landed, you were too mad to care.

It was a long way to actually bring you to a complete furious state like that, so without really thinking you just continued throwing all the expensive cups at him, obviously breaking all of them.

“Holy-” You finally heard Chanyeol’s voice in your ears. “You’re impossible! Quit beating me up! Oh my god, my nose...”

You finally properly looked at him, starting to calm down a little.

Your blow must have been really strong, because next to the red scratch on Chanyeol’s otherwise flawless cheek, his nose was completely red, carmin blood dripping down covering his lips and finally dripping from his chin everywhere.

Before the guilt could take over you, you simply fired: “Well, look. Will you finally leave now? You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” And with that, with his nose all in blood, you just threw him out, making sure to shut your door behind him extra loudly.

Right after you shut the door, you slowly leaned your forehead on the cold wood. Your life was already so difficult before, now you didn’t even know if there was a word to describe its present state.

A/N: one more part to go! i hope you like it, feel free to reblog as always, i forgot to add it in the first part! leave me your thoughts, opinions and stuff ;-; one of you asked me to be tagged in the following parts, idk why but i can’t tag you because your name just doesn’t show up as an option to tag when i type it ;________;

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[taruyison]

Tagged by @stxphxn-strange - always a delight!!

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Would You Rather - Fanfic Version

(I responded to all the questions under the cut cause it would be such a long post. Btw, if you wanna do a read more tag on mobile, write :readmore: and press the enter button. Works like a charm 👌)

Do you prefer friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? - I feel like I haven’t really read any of these tropes, but I think I’d say friends to lovers because that’s wholesome (although enemies to lovers could be FEELS)

Would you rather be forced to watch a terrible movie adaptation of your favorite fanfic or an amazing adaptation of your least favorite fanfic? - I’m a giant movie critic, although silently, so I might want the amazing adaptation tbh

Would you rather read fanfic chapters backwards or read them as parsed from google translate? - “I’m fluent in Google Translate”

Would you rather consume every fanfic as an audiobook read by a monotone narrator or have to read on a tiny printed piece of papers written in yellow highlighter? - Monotone audiobook; how am I supposed to see *anything* written in highlighter??

Would you rather get a tattoo on your body of very fanfic title you read or never read fanfic again? - I’ve always wanted a tattoo tbh, and imagine having the titles of the fics you adore on your arms. Great way to remember if you wanna go back for a re-read! 👌

Do you prefer vampire au or werewolf au? - I haven’t read enough of any of these to know for sure, but let’s say Vampire AU 🙈

Would you rather get sold to a boy band or be stuck in a time loop with your love interest? - Oh yeah, just throw me into the Doctor Strange canon cause I literally have no love life and he’s the closest thing to anything called a love interest 😂

Would you rather kill your favorite character or marry your least favorite character? - I’ve already killed my favorite character so I guess it’s time to marry my least favorite

Would you rather meet your love interest in a coffee shop au or college au? - Coffee Shop AU cause then I can be lazy and sit in a corner and slurp tea while stalking him

Would you rather have your fic history leaked or never read another fanfic again? - I don’t think I have anything *too* bad in my history, and I still have plenty of fics I wanna read, as sooo (129 + 5 on my TBR)

Would you rather be able to read amazing fanfiction but it always has an mpreg plot twist or only read bad fanfiction for the rest of your life? - I mean, mpreg is my jam so why the hell not? Why is this even a question sksksksk--

Would you rather gay ships or straight ships? - Be gay, do crimes!

Would you rather ship a rarepair with almost no content or a pair with lots of content but almost all of it is cracky nightmare smut? - Rarepair (tbh I think I have one exactly like this) (oh god, you have me thinking about the baby carrot incident-- DO NOT REMIND ME OF THE BABY CARROT INCIDENT)

Would you rather see your otp shatter years after their happily ever after or never have the happily ever after happen in the first place? - Reading or writing? Cause I could write both, it would probably even be fun writing some good old angst and heartbreak, but I’d probably prefer to read the latter

Would you rather read a poorly written but complete fanfic or a literary masterpiece last updated june 2013? - Why do you have to attack me like this sjsbddjsm-- I choose masterpiece

Would you rather read SSSS++++ tier smut with almost 11k words or 70k words worth of fluff? - Can I just ask.. Is the 11k *only* smut? Like are they literally having sex for three damn days straight with no breaks? Then I’d probably pick the fluff because damn, the smut would get messy (and probably unsanitary)

Would you rather read only alternate universe fanfics or only canon fanfics? - Alternate Universe, duh; we don’t do canon in this household

Would you rather introduce fanfics to your normie friend with an ongoing smut fic with great writing or a complete fluff fic with terrible writing? - Wait, normies actually exist? Like, for real? I thought they were a myth! But yeah, probably the smut fic to keep them on their toes, lol

Would you rather read your notp with all your favorite tropes and perfect characterization or your otp with tropes you despise and inconsistent characterization? - I don’t even think I have a notp, but I’d prefer good characterization tbh

Would you rather have a major character death or have a bed sharing scene but it’s a ship you hate? - Major Character Death; we’ve all been through it

Would you rather every fanfic includes Jackson Wang or every fanfic includes at least one nsfw moment? - Don’t they already? Lmao, nsfw please

Would you rather read a fanfic that has constant grammar and spelling mistakes or one that the characters are wildly different than canon? - OOC; rather good spelling than bad because I have an ounce of perfectionism

Would you rather read the most absolutely messed up dead dove with your most wholesome ship or subject yourself to 100,000 words of your notp all written in a solid block with no punctuation and horrible grammar? - I realize I know nothing about the Dead Dove trope, but I literally can’t stand giant walls of text. I’m in *physical pain* from people who don’t know how to paragraph. Which means yes, I pick the dove

Would you rather have the power to read every fanfic in existence or have the power to make any ship canon? - IronStrange, here we come! I guess that doesn’t actually answer the question, lol. Second option

Would you rather read a cringy 70 chapter harry styles mafia au or a high school kpop au y/n fic with horrible grammar? - I’ve no joke stumbled upon a mildly erotic kpop fanfiction on Twitter at some point and that shit was weirdly interesting. I know nothing about kpop but that author was good. Probably picking the Mafia AU though cause that seems like a morbidly interesting idea

Would you rather have your otp get together in canon but one of them dies in a tragic way or all members of your otp survive but get together with other people? - Isn’t both of these just Marvel canon at this point? Bahbaii Tony Stark, but if he *had* survived, he’d still be with Pepper; rip IronStrange either way. Still, I’ll pick the first

Would you rather accidentally send your boss a super detailed smut fic or read a super detailed smut fic about your boss? - Who’s my boss if I’m unemployed? Self-employment? Myself then? Lol, joke’s on you because I *write* detailed smut about myself (no, I ain't sharing, I’m a coward) (at least let me finish it first, jfc)

Would you rather read smut fanfic aloud to your parents or submit smut fanfic to the employer of your dream job? - I think I need context about this one-- Did the employer *ask* for this submission? Is this the criteria to get the job? Because if so, hell yeah I would (though I’m wondering if I might already have read a smut fic to my parents at some point >.>)

Would you rather pine after an oblivious love interest or be the oblivious love interest pined after? - I have pined and I legit have been pined for. Can’t say either of them was very interesting, but I pick the latter (I was turned down when I asked that stupid old crush for a dance... Twice)

Would you rather hanahaki disease or your soulmate’s first words to you tattooed on your body (and they’re really stupid)? - Soulmate’s words. I imagine I’d say something equally as stupid back

Would you rather be an alpha, beta, or omega in omegaverse? - I think the most convenient choice here would be beta, but I really think it would be interesting to be an omega and still keep my asshole demeanor. “Fuck you alpha, I ain’t for sale today”

Would you rather read a fanfic where the characters turn into furries or a fanfic where the characters all get pregnant? - How about all the characters turn fuzzy AND pregnant? Didn’t think about that one, did you 😏

Would you rather be able to resurrect dead fics or have the power to create a plethora of new fics effortlessly? - I already have too many ideas swimming in my head and I don’t need more. However, too many fics have been lost into the void, and I have a few that I absolutely would like to see born anew!

Alright this was cool! I like thinking about fanfiction and talking about fanfiction, so this was a really fun tag! Thanks again stxphxn

I believe everyone that cones to mind has already been tagged for this but ssksnsjdb @dezmondmyles @hickapostsart @ironstrangeislove and literally anyone who wants to gossip about fanfiction--

Have fun! :)

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[bangtanficrecs]

Lost & Found Batch #20

Can’t start up the blog again without posting the newest batch! As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

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1) Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read quite a while ago and if you can help me i’ll be forever grateful... it was about namjoon having powers and accidentally causing damage, so seokjin (who was a kind of a social worker assigned to him) sent him to live with yoongi as a way to make up for his “crime”. Yoongi was also magical and lived isolated from society. If I remember correctly hoseok was also guilty of something and sent to yoongi with namjoon. Sorry if it’s too vague, but that’s all I remember

2) Hi, I decided to give this a try though I think the fic may have been deleted because I just can't find the fic anymore. Basically its ot7 and the main character (Jungkook?) took the boys to meet his mom. The author had the boys super athletic, tall and in college;they were also from Texas. Jungkook sadly had to deal with homophobic classmates. It was a one shot I believe.

Hey, Momma by CaridwenAngetueur1

3) hi!! i’m trying to find a yoonmin fic i read a while ago, where yoongi lived in this small town and had an apothecary and jimin would come and sing in the town centre, and yoongi would give him something for his nerves before he’d go on stage. i remember jimin would glow and light would shoot out from him when he sung. it was a completed fic on ao3, i can’t seem to find it. thank you so much for your help!!

4) Hello! If you don’t mind helping me, im looking for a jikook fic i can’t seem to find again on ao3. Its a time travel, canon au where present day bts where in japan and Jungkook had went through a shrine? He ends up in the past with younger!bts and acts as like a cousin to Jungkook until they can figure out how to send him back. I remember there being a scene where younger!bts miss their flight to help older!jungkook get back to the future? If you need more details please let me know. Thank you!

5) Hello! I'm looking for a vmin fic where flowers literally grow on Tae and he's really insecure about it and gets depressed. It's super soft and fluffy and the entire thing is pretty much just Jimin taking care and comforting him. I'm pretty sure it's a one-shot and that they are the only two that are explicitly brought up. I love it so much and I hope that this isn't too vague.

6) hi idk if any of u can help me find this fic but imma try: its an au in which kids go disappearing often and i can only remember that one day taehyung is one of them and jungkook takes it up on himself to find him bc he firmly believes that he isnt dead yet. not sure bout this but i also think tae got kidnapped to get tested on? and seokjin is one of the doctors in that institution??? this fic is written by a fanboy as far as i can recall and had a reallyyyyyy hard to remember title sigh 😔

kotov syndrome by wormkun Note: The fic is locked and requires an AO3 account to view

7) Hey so I read this fic a while ago but no matter what i search, i can't seem to find it. Namjoon was a depressed ?college student? and he wrote songs that he only showed to his friend Jimin. He and Jimin go to a coffee shop where Yoongi works and yoongi keeps leaving notes to RM on Joon's coffee cups, but namjoon doesnt' know who RM is. I think it turns out Jimin had been posting Joons songs and yoongi recognized his voice and wanted to encourage him. NJ writes always and almost attempts suicide

8) Hello, I was wondering if you could help find this fanfic I've looking for forever. It's an ot7 relationship fic ( I think it's jimin centric). it was still not completed. The summary was something like taehyung asking jimin if he wanted to be in a relationship with them and jimin saying No. Because technically he already knew they were all in a relationship and he felt betrayed that he was left out for so long. There is something about a creepy sasaeng fan too. I would really appreciate it.

Last to Know by Meadow_Wanderer

9) Hi! Im looking for an au fic where Jungkook was depressed, and was with V who had anger problems bc of past child abuse. Jhope didn’t like Jungkook bc of something about his dark past involving his sister who I think was raped and died. I also remembered RM having a tattoo and being an ex member of a mafia group. He blew a gas station up, and Jin thought he died but he came back, and they had sex on the window. JK attempted suicide as well but Jin saved him. Thanks!!

10) I'm searching for a vminhope fanfic. It was I believe an A/B/O one. It was on aff. Hoseok was a berserker, Jimin was a beta and Tae was an omega.

11) Hi!!!!! I've been looking for this one fic forever. It's about jungkook who's an art student and jimin and taehyung are cops who look out for him. Jungkook talks a lot about suicide and he's a university art student. I think one of the art projects in the fic was a corpse painting with flowers. Jungkook also stole from a convenience store and when jimin and Rae caught up to him they noted he had a red beanie in his pocket. Thats all. Thank you!!!

12) There was this fic where Jungkook was lonely and lived alone in a hut on the woods, and he saw Jimin in a club took him to that hut and Jimin tried to run away but Injured his leg and had to stay. It's wip, and now i can't find it :( help please?

13) i'm having trouble finding a fanfic about taekook, where jungkook finds taehyung in a lake (or any body of water), and it turns out that he's from past times. he shows taehyung around present day, and taehyung at one point dresses up as a cowboy. jungkook gives taehyung's peepee the big succ, they get caught by the police, but they run away. from my memory, that's where it ends, or there may be more to it. even tags from ao3 to jog my memory will help.

14) I read this Taejin fanfic a while ago and now I can’t find it, all I know about it is that Taehyung was in some way abused and Jin brought him to his home, also that Jin had a twin brother, also it had many chapters, if you can find it I’ll be very grateful!!!

15) Hi! I read a yoomin fic in ao3 when I was new in the Fandom and I can't find it anywhere, I remember it being angst, mostly Yoongi's pov, it was set in the I need you era and Yoongi played the piano for jungkook's dance, I also remember Jimin struggled with eating disorders and alcoholism and that at some point they had a big fight when jimin came home drunk in a random cab d

16) Hi! I can't find a fic I read few years ago, so I was wondering if you could help)) It was Taehyung/Namjoon fic, and Namjoon hired him as his fake ex-boyfriend so that his friends (Hoseok and Jimin if I remember correctly) would stop asking him to go on dates or smth like that.

if it bleeds by wertstoffhof (roachprince)

17) Hello! I’m hoping you can help me find a fic, it’s a mental hospital one where all the members apart from jin and namjoon are in the mental hospital and another member (maybe jungkook) arrives and it turns out jin is making up their diagnosis because he thought they’d want to stay longer. If that’s too brief i can remember specific bits but i couldn’t find anything on your tags, thank you! Jin is a sort of like a therapist who looks after them and namjoon is like the manager of sorts i think

Seeking Heaven by fullofsuga

18) Hello, hope you're well! I was wondering if you could help me find a Jihope fic that I've been looking for forever! Jimin was friends with Taehyung and didn't know the rest of the boys until he was added into a group chat. I remember that Jimin worked in a shop that was broken in to, and that Taehyung didn't want Jimin and Hoseok to date? I think the chapter titles were all days of the week as well - thank you!!

19) Hey do you know the name of this historic au fic where Yoongi is a chaebol and I think he buys Jungkook from his abusive dad to be his servant? I remember he teaches him how to read and even gives up his money just to be with jungkook and becomes an author

tear the moon from the stars tonight by euphoriae

20) Hi! I'm looking for a YoonMin fanfic that's a pretend/fake dating au, where Jimin was at the grocery shop and his ex suddenly came up and started teasing/mocking him? Then Yoongi suddenly came up behind him and started pretending to be his bf? Thank you so much and I'm so sorry for the bother!

21) Hey! I've been looking for this fic forever (i've tried every tag on ao3, god help me). It's a v/yoongi fic where tae is really into public sex and yoongi too, but yoongi is shy at first. there's a scene at the beginning where yoongi is on a date with a girl and he goes to the bathroom to masturbate. at the middle they both are in a restaurant with 2 other people (from bts, i can't remember which members) and tae touches him. at the end tae masturbates yoongi in a restaurant/karaoke booth?

Hands-On Learning by pornographicpenguin

22) Hi! Looking for this multi chaptered abo fic where Yoongi is a omega and kookie presents as an alpha during practice and triggers yoongi's heat. Later on jin and joon become mates but it's mainly about yoonkook slowly getting together... Idk if that's helpful but it's driving me crazy because I can't find it

23) Hi, I'm looking for an old jin/yoongi fic that had a magical element in it I read a while ago and need a little help. Yoongi is an underground rapper and he always passes by this shop. One night after a gig he actually stops in front of it and goes in. Jin runs it and gives him a drink. (I think its tea but idk) he also gives him a muffin or cupcake. At the end jin tells yoongi he was looking for love and that's what led yoongi into the shop.

24) Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a year back. It has Jin as an assassin and he saved the maknae line from abuse and stuffs and they fell in love with him. And he also has a relationship with Suga

25) Weird fic I read but I want to see if more came out. Anyway it's super weird, bts is the a werewolf gang and they go to a party for the higher ranking alphas. There they meet an omega of a high ranking alpha and then more stuff happens that I can't remember. I just thought of it randomly and I wanted to see if you could find it. It's okay of you can't I appreciate the help either way.

26) Ok color me corrected if you manage to find this fic, but I can’t seem to remember anything about it. It’s a red string of fate/soulmate au but I CANNOT remember the pairing. I think it was canon divergent, they lived in the dorm together. I remember that the string was actually tangible and the pair would always trip over it. Thanks haha

27) I am looking for a fic I read ages ago. It was jikook, they were in high school. Jk is really rich and loves taking photos one day he sees jm and is compelled to take a photo of his bright orange hair. Tae sees the photo and hires jk so take photos of jimin as he never sees him smile. Jm is very poor, he is freinds with joon and tae I think. Jin is jks brother. Jm initially gets mad at jk but eventually they become friends and fall in love. There was some past stuff with taegi too I think.

Imperfectly Perfect by whenIseeUsmile

28) Hi. I'm looking for a fic on ao3. It's a historical royalty au and I think it's yoonmin. I think it's incomplete too. Yoongi is a prince and his brother is JK. Jimin and Jin are spys from a neighbouring kingdom that's on the verge of war. The last chapter I remember has the castle being invaded and the royal family being killed, there may have been a fire. I hope you can help

Death In Disguise by pikachoi

#lost and found #lost and found batch #why did you get rid of the line breaker tumblr whyyy #long post

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*slams fists on table* MYSTELEON

I knew you wouldnt disappoint! :D  tho you already know most of these lmaoo  lotsa credit to @herbofoo anyway, i dont remember which of these you came up with but Patchwork wouldnt be the same without your Good Good Content! (And of course thanks for all your patience as i cry about comics lmao)

I’ve lost all shame long since ive started shipping them so brace yourself for the self-indulgent cheese that is Chameleon/Mysterio in my Patchwork verse. (its reallly. really Melodramatic. i gave up all pretense.. also under the cut cuz its long..)

ask meme

Who cooks:

Mysterio! Although Chameleon is objectively The Superior Cook thanks to the long years of being a servant to picky russian nobility BUT exactly because of that, he really doesnt enjoy it, even less when cooking for others and not just himself. So it is usually Beck who prepares meals (that are not bad either, they are just simpler) but as often as they can, they eat out. That said, Cham is very well aware Quentin loves his cooking so sometimes, he makes them something. (Being sick isnt so bad when it means Chammy bringin you a big bowl of hot borscht :)

On the other hand, Cham has quite a sweet tooth which Q notices Fast and decides to learn how to bake. It took more effort and failed tries than it could have, mostly because he got cocky, how hard could this be and just. kept forgetting he put stuff in the oven.. But now he makes quite delicious cookies n cakes which make Dmitri almost tear up because tasty + Quentin baked something Specifically for him?? 

Who does the laundry and other chores:

Mysterio’s laundry is usually booby trapped so he has to clean it himself and he doesnt even let Cham near it. And he keeps forgetting gadgets in his civvies. Not to mention that again, for the same servant reason, Cham really doesnt enjoy house chores in general, so he usually just gets his own clothes cleaned somewhere else (especially since his fancy suits and even fancier gowns are the highest quality and delicate materials, he doesnt even Know how to clean them..) 

As for the rest of the chores, its pretty balanced, although Cham has more of an eye for things that needs to be cleaned up (and Beck already has cooking duties) so he does a tad more. 

How many children do they have + Any pets:

In my Patchwork universe there’s a whole Thing about Leon, the Chameleon of the Ultimate universe but I’ve tried to type up a short summary and failed, it’s a long story lmao ^^;; and anyway he isnt exactly their kid, he is just much younger than them and they ended up sorta mentoring him. 

However, they have Celavi, the escaped ex-spy beluga.(Yes, it started as a joke based on this post that accidentally grew more and more serious until @herbofoo and me were too attached to let it go) She counts pretty much as their adopted daughter that they both spoil to hell and back, I mean no surprise, she saved Cham’s life once and sometimes, she helps out with heists. (Mostly for the show, you should have SEEN the look on Spider’s face when a beluga splashed him. He is used to humanoid sharks, to Hydroman.. not like. real life beluga that LAUGHS at him) Beck’s voice: “Dont you dare to insult her, SHE IS PERFECT AND FLAWLESS and A GOODNESS INCARNATE!! -she is literally a deserted russian spy that was trained to gather everything that could be used to harm USA-yea, i have a soft spot for those ;)“

She was always surprisingly clever so she never really counted as a “pet” and at one point, she even bonds with a symbiote (together they are Vague, again long story ah ha). They dont talk but have quite some range of vocalisations so communication isnt a problem. 

Who’s more dominant: 

They both have pretty dominant strong personalities (ok chameleon’s a bit more complicated with that but like.) with big egos who dont like others questioning their superiority. (Of course not at the level of like Doc Ock etc, they are surprisingly flexible and good team players that can be willing to let someone else take the spotlight if they are Nice) But the whole point of their relationship is that neither of them is dominant over the other, they get enough of that literally everywhere else. It’s very reassuring to be so sure that they are on equal footing, cooperating, no hidden nooses around their neck. Especially in their line of work of course! 

(Also, for the other interpretation of this question: anythin remotely sexual happens Pretty Late in the story and both of them are somewhere on the ace spectrum so it doesnt happen that often but they are both verses tho Beck bottoms more)

Favorite nonsexual activity:

MOVIES!! Sprawled on the giant comfy couch, closer than technically needed, cuddling and watching old movies with great special effects and/or great actors! Listening to Beck excitedly rant through the most dramatic speech of the story as he explains how the next cliffhanger is done with hydraulics! Focusing so hard on the stars in his eyes and his excited tone and gestures and just the tone of his voice you forgot to listen to the words themselves! Watching Cham’s face flawlessly mimic the faces on the screen in a blink of an eye and secretly guessing which one will he pick next. Feeling his head slowly fall on your shoulder, eyes closed, his mask smooth but not tense, instead just.. peaceful. Slight ping of annoyance, after all, this is A Classic movie dammit, but it’s gone in a second because Mitya hasnt slept since thursday and you are just relieved he is finally getting his rest. Feeling his warmth under your hand on his shoulders and suddenly never ever wanting to get up again.. EHM. anyway

PLANING HEISTS TOGETHER!! and more or less successfully executing them but planning is actually even more fun aside from the Big Reveals and Entrances which are actually harder to coordinate than one would think! 

Lots of shobiz/job talk actually, they really enjoy what they do! Lots of people already mentioned that in their hc compilations but i agree, they love goin to see all kinds of movies and plays and performances as well as acting various scenes with one another!  

Their favorite place to be together:

NEW YORK CITY BABEYY. Sure they love to travel and see other countries (and cause mayhem there) but.. they love their mess of a city, it’s never the same without the webhead around as well as the bazillion of other heroes n villains bashin each other’s heads. 

Any traditions:

Oh so many pop culture references and inside jokes, oh my god. One time, they spent the entire heist (and its planning period) speaking strictly in famous movie lines and titles, Max and other sixers tried to join but didnt last too long :’D 

Beck also has a habit of taking pictures of people with Interesting faces or styles he sees and sends them to Cham. Also another fanon classic: together they have a running game, disguising themselves as moderately famous people and the other guessing who..

Their “song”:

‘This is me’ from the Greatest Showman, i just live for the two of them singin it in Cham’s car,off key but fully immersed and living it. 

What they do for each other on holidays:

Neither of them are religious but that doesnt stop Beck from going ALL OUT at any opportunity, Sin Six doesn’t do any heists around holidays because you Know he’d make them dress for the occasion or worse, write them themed lines…  They still meet for Christmas and Hanukkah and sometimes other holidays too because this is my AU and you can pry festivities-related shenanigans from my cold, cold hands. It’s always at Beck’s place tho because he can turn his hideout into the tackiest holiday-themed showcase but he aint roping them into it.  

On the other hand, Cham despises American commercialized holidays in general and Christmas time especially, since it’s not a big thing in Russia and  also once again, he has family issues for days. (Although relatively speaking, he is pretty over these, he is not gonna like mope around or anything) 

Anyway, what they do for each other is that they try to compromise, Dmitri doesnt sneer at stupid kitsch decorations every 5 minutes and Quentin ..chills a little. :’D To be fair, Beck makes everything fun and having Cham there makes Beck appreciate the details more instead of just goin into BETTER!BIGGER! frenzy.

Where did they go for their honeymoon:

After the fuckin Ages of pinning, when they finally end up together for realsies, they wanted somethin Big and Flashy! (Well Beck wanted and Cham kinda too but also with the option to merge with the crowd unnoticed and take some chill time) Anyway they went on a whole world wide tour! Starting with a luxury cruise, they took their time, lots of crime sprees to plan and execute, lots of local shows to see, lots of dumb heroes to fool, they’re gonna have it all! 

Where did they first meet:

Around the time when Cham and Hammerhead had their criminal empire running Fisk to the ground, Otto decided the Sin Six should team up with them for their ressources needed on one heist or something. They agreed but Cham insisted on actually going in the field, it’s been a while since he really stretched his face legs like this and the mafia life was starting to bore him. Doc made him team up with Mysterio much to the fishbowl’s dismay because why do they need another disguise artist?? He is the Master Of Illusions dammit, he can run circles around this guy, what the fuck Otto?? So at the start, he pouts and fumes under his helmet and in general he is his v unpleasant self but… He can’t help but notice that the new guy is a real professional, he even uses Traditional masks, he likes the same movies… And most importantly, he is actually interested in Mysti’s craft, asking questions and even LISTENING to his long winded answers… At one point he even wondered if that X thing was meant as a HOMMAGE to the Y movie, the Six never did that!! (Usually the rest of the sixers dont know the reference, heathens, and when they do, they mock him for it, that he’s copying ideas and mixin them ridiculously.  BUT THIS GUY GETS IT!!) So it doesn’t take long for them to hit it off, of course at this point without any real Trust behind it but it’s a start. 

(Though Beck does pay a visit to Otto like, buddy pal i know you’ve been planning on manipulating these crimelords to your end somehow and honestly, any other day i’d be down, i actually had a robot prepared for my own backstab but i was thinking they werent that bad and maybe we Could hold our end of the bargain this time and just. leave each other on good terms? Mabye? Obviously it’s purely out of respect for our teammate Kraven since him and Chameleon seem to have some history, nothing more, definitely nothing to do with how bright Cham’s eyes were when i was showing him the back of my stage… ) 

What do they fight over:

this whole post has been a mountain of cheese but im bringing more! Honestly, goin through my notes on Patchwork, their biggest arguments have always been about.. the other one not taking proper care of himself :’D Or them lashing out because they were scared and worried about the other and they cant stand being so vulnerable while the other pretends it’s not a big deal because they dont know how to handle genuine concern directed at them. 

Do they go on vacations, if so where:

GIVE!!! BECK!!!! HIS!!!! ISLAND!!!!!!They actually do have one, it’s where Celavi spends most of the time and they visit her often. But never for too long, neither of them can actually spend too long doing nothing.. 

#dmitri smerdyakov #mysterio #quentin beck #chameleon #sinister six #marvel #spidey #spider man #hey i got 30 followers here nice! so have some long boring rambles! :D #31 actually wow nice nice !! #patchwork #kao posts

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Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Pt. 7

A Kwon Jiyong x Reader AU series featuring Kim Jiwon and Choi Seunghyun

Genre: Crime/Mafia/ANGST

Word count: 4,700+

Summary: You joined the police force years ago to help clean up the streets of Seoul and rid the city of organized crime. You’ve seen some shit. You’re surely prepared for anything…but how are you supposed to feel when the big bad crime boss you’ve been after turns out to be a familiar (to say the least) face?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

(A/N: WOW it’s been a while. Buckle up because this one’s a doozie. Doosie?...Duzey? Anyway, this part finally breaks down the past and lays it all out there. I’m truly happy with this and I hope you all understand why it took so long to finally post/write. As always, enjoy!)

Eleven Years Ago

“And his laugh! Oh my god, don’t get me started about that damn laugh.” You groaned, taking a sip of wine before imitating a laugh that sounded a little too much like Tommy Wiseau.

Jiyong covered his mouth with the back of his hand, chuckling uncontrollably at the impression of your now-ex boyfriend.

“See, THAT’s genuine laughter! You know why? Because I’m hilarious god damnit.” You took another frustrated sip.

“Y/N, I know you’re kind of worked up, but maybe slow it down there.” Jiyong suggested between his giggles.

It was your nineteenth birthday; the day you were finally of legal drinking age and the same day that you decided to break up with your most recent boyfriend. The two of you dated for just a little over three months. To you, it was three months that you hardly paid attention to, focusing more on yourself and finishing your first year of university and feeling as though texting him back was more of an obligation than a joy. You decided to break things off before getting too serious. But evidently, to him, the last three months were nothing short of incredible.

You assumed your words would be met with immediate acceptance; the end that was inevitable from the beginning. But no. He was devastated. And after he drove away, and you immediately felt like garbage, you took a quick trip to pick up a bottle of wine and call your best friend over.

It was the first time Jiyong had seen your apartment, since the two of you got accepted to different universities. Here he was after gladly tossing aside his own deadlines and driving the two and a half hours it took to reach you. His parents always said “Jiyong would cross oceans for Y/N at any hour of the day or night,” and they knew you would do the same in a heartbeat.

You’d known each other since you were children, so it didn’t surprise you when Jiyong made a comment on you drinking that reverted back to more of an older brother mentality.

“Hey, uh, how about maybe you don’t tell me what to do?” You replied with your sassiest expression.

“My bad, I forgot who I was talking to.” He smiled, taking a sip from his own glass. “So why’d you do it today anyway?”

You groaned. “Because he was planning to take me to some wine and food festival tomorrow that was probably going to be super expensive. And knowing how long I’ve been debating on breaking up with him, I knew it had to be today. But I didn’t expect him to bring me gifts too! I tried to emphasize to him so many times that I don’t like presents and yet he brought some up tonight.”

Jiyong smirked. “Wow he wanted to buy you gifts. He sounds awful. Good riddance!”

“Ji, I swear t-.”

“I’m kidding! You shouldn’t be expected to reciprocate feelings just because the guy buys you things. What did he try to give you?”

You winced thinking back to just a few hours prior to this. “A pair of slippers, some fancy candles, and this foot scrub because ‘you always said your feet hurt.’ But he gave it all to me after I broke up with him so of course, he said that to me with his head down like I just kicked a puppy. Also just putting it out there that I’ve literally never said that to him about my feet.”  

You paused to let out a frustrated exhale and drink a little more. “But the worst was honestly the cupcake. I was pacing in my room before he got here, trying not to lose my nerve because I felt so bad already. Then he emerges from his car and walks towards my door with a stupid cupcake. One with a single lit candle that he was holding his hand up around to keep the air from blowing it out. When he got to me, I said ‘oh no, you didn’t have to do that.’ And he laughed and said ‘yes!’ Then I basically leaned over, blew the candle out and said ‘No really, you shouldn’t have done that. Listen, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Y/N!” Jiyong laughed out loud, failing to cover it up with his hand once again in attempts not to ridicule this poor boy. “That’s borderline cruel. You said it before he could even get inside?”

“I had to! It’s my birthday and I needed to.” You stated and took a long last sip of your glass.

“No, I know. I know. But you know what I’m going to say.” He smirked.

You stuck your index finger out at him. “Don’t. Don’t say it.” You got up to get a refill and shouted once you reached the kitchen. “I mean it!”

“Ok… how about I call you heartbreaker instead?” He squeezed his eyes shut, silencing a chuckle, knowing the look you were about to give him once you returned to the couch.

You didn’t disappoint. You blew around the corner, almost spilling your new glass just to stare him down. “Oh you want to throw that word around? If anyone deserves that nickname it’s you and you know it!”

“Wow, didn’t even bother to ask if I needed a refill.” He pouted.

“Yeah, well too bad. Don’t avoid that title!”

He chuckled, knowing he hadn’t lost his touch with successfully pushing all the right buttons. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sprang up from the couch to reach the wine.

“Of course you don’t… What about that girl you were telling me about a while back? You haven’t said a word about her since you’ve been here. You already broke up with her, didn’t you! Let’s point the right fingers here.”

“All right, yeah, I did.” He uttered from the kitchen over the sound of his glass filling.

“Ha!”

“On her birthday.”

You nearly choked on your own drink. “Ji, what the hell!”

“Kidding! Stop taking everything I say so seriously. Who are you?” He returned to the couch with a plop, gracefully avoiding spilling anything. “It was Valentine’s Day.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”

You bantered back and forth for a couple more hours, polishing off the bottle of wine before making a quick on-foot journey to get another. It finally being your nineteenth birthday created a nice change to you and Jiyong’s usual strategy involving you entering a store separately; you purchasing snacks while he dilly dallies around the alcohol aisle, waiting for you to leave. Tonight, the two of you could blissfully waltz up and down the place without a worry.

You were all too eager to show your ID to the cashier when it was time to pay. “Bam!” You stated before the man could even finish asking you for it, making Jiyong smack his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“Do you think he knows?” You whispered as he held the door open for you, referencing your slight drunkenness in the least stealthy way possible.

“Well, I’m sure he does now.” He laughed.  

The two of you walked back to your apartment, giddy from the wine you’d already consumed meanwhile anticipating the next bottle and arsenal of snacks that you were about to. You were blissfully drunk, with a full stomach, before you knew it. All along, you both babbled on with random life updates littered among childhood memories. There was no birthday celebration that could compare to this.

“Oh hey, you brought up the record player!” Jiyong exclaimed, having made his way to the corner of your living room; where you stored all the hand-me-down vinyls you’d both grown up listening to.  

“Nope that’s a new one actually. My aunt bought it for me before I moved out. She actually said ‘you can’t have mine but this one looks like it, ok?’”

You both laughed. “I actually saw her last weekend when I visited my parents.” Jiyong said as he ran his index finger along the edges of every vinyl.

“Awh, you did? God she was probably so happy to see you. When I visit, I just get scolded for not calling enough.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance.

“Listen, it’s the same thing when I see my parents. If you visit them, they’re both so cheery, especially my mom.” Jiyong laughed.

You beamed. “I love your mom! Does she ask about me?”

“Literally every time I’m home. She and Dami always ask when we’re getting married.”

“My aunt does the same thing!” You started laughing in hysteric unison. Your families always wanted you to end up together and they’d brought it up for years; always giving the two of you something to laugh about.

Jiyong shook his head and smiled as he pulled out a record, having finally decided to put some music on. “All right. We’ve got to play this throwback.”

“You know: Technically they’re all throwbacks. Neither of us were alive when any of thes-.” You stopped and laughed drunkenly at the look he turned to give you for the stupid remark.

“Oh wait wait!” You announced when a certain record got your attention. “I think we should put this one on and reliv-.”

“Nooo no!” He brushed your hand away from reaching for The Temptations’ “My Girl.”

“Oh come on, Ji. I’m the only one here. Please! Just do the dance, you don’t have to sing!” You begged.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Fine. You better not record this though.” He held out his pinky to you with narrowed eyes; what might as well be a binding contract with how you both treasured it in the past. You hooked your pinky around his and used your other hand to place your phone down. “Promise.”

He took to a position that offered the most open space while you dropped the needle on the outside of the record. As the song began, you crossed your arms and stared at him with a huge smile as he reluctantly began to step back and forth.

I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day

When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May…

It was a performance perfectly reenacted from when you were kids; you were five and he was hardly seven. It was one of his mom’s most cherished home movies; little Jiyong performing his heart out at a family party, winning the hearts of all those around as he danced this adorable doo wop routine while gesturing to you with a bright smile.

Tonight was only a little different; that bright smile being replaced with one of red cheeked embarrassment as he extended an arm to you on each “My girl!” line. You snapped your fingers along, amused at how he remembered just about every step. When the song came to an end, you cheered and clapped proudly.

“All right, all right. We’re done with that!” He exclaimed, diving back into the rows of vinyl.

You both agreed to assemble a playlist; taking turns stacking your favorite singles out beside the turntable, one on top of the other, ready to be played in that order. Each one had a different memory attached to it that would light both of your faces with nostalgia within their first few seconds.

“Ah, ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!’” You exclaimed as Jiyong’s next choice began to play. “Your mom used to play this when she took us to school in the morning, right?”

His smile expanded as he started to lipsync along.

Listen baby,

Ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low

Ain’t no river wide enough, baby

You started to snap your fingers back and forth before you joined in on your part.

If you need me, call me

No matter where you are, no matter how far

Jiyong extended an arm out to you dramatically: Don’t worry baby

You grabbed his hand and spun into his arms just in time for the chorus. Giggles escaped your chest, preventing either of you from continuing to sing along. This closeness was nothing out of the ordinary for you two. You’d danced together like that for as long as you can remember. Your fingers intertwined with smiles so wide they’d hurt if you weren’t a little intoxicated; it was harmless.

When the song came to an end and your next choice was readied, you naturally returned to each other’s arms. This time was a slow song, but neither of you missed a beat.

Put your head on my shoulder

You smiled at each other once more before obeying the opening lyric. You lowered your head to rest comfortably above his collarbone while the two of you swayed back and forth. “God, what a song.” You grinned.

“I know. This song’s helped me put the moves on someone at least three different times.”

You lightly smacked his chest, making him laugh. “Shut up.” You sighed back into him and closed your eyes. “I swear though, wine and slow dancing go together too well. And this is the best song for it.”

“Really? Better than Elvis? I don’t think you really believe that.” He argued. You lifted your head to see him holding his index finger up towards you, silently telling you to wait a second. He scurried back to the collection. He found what he was looking for in seconds, grinning widely at you over his shoulder before interrupting Paul Anka.

You smiled sadly at him as the gentle acoustic guitar came in and he pulled you closer once again. “Aw, Ji you’re gonna make me cry.”

Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

It was your favorite record. And he knew this better than anyone. You’d fallen in love with it ever since your aunt showed you your parents’ wedding reception video. Their first dance as one being to none other than Elvis Presley.

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

You removed your hands from Jiyong’s and instead wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved his own arms to hold you just barely above the waist, bringing you even closer together. You nestled your head into his shoulder once again, allowing the song to run away with your emotions. He hummed along to each line, creating a soothing vibration against your cheek

“Are you crying yet?” He whispered.

“No.” You whispered back. “I’m smiling.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too.”

Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

As your favorite lyric soon began to close out the song, you lifted your head to look at him. Maybe it was the wine, or the late hour, or just the sheer romance of Elvis’ voice, but you really looked at him.

It felt like the first time you had ever seen just how dark his hair was. Or how many different shades of brown made up his eyes, and how well his brows complimented them. Stubble lightly dusted across his cupid’s bow and cupped around his chin, making you wonder if you’d ever actually seen him with facial hair before. His full lips made you smile wider, remembering the awkward dinner moment when you’d met his first girlfriend, and she’d said Jiyong and you have the same lips. His were pulled perfectly from either end, making the smile you’ve known the best all these years.

You realized he was analyzing your features as well, making you giggle in embarrassment.

“What are we doing?” You whispered.

Without missing a beat, keeping perfectly in line with the last few guitar chords, Jiyong and you both made a move that neither of you had ever expected to make. Somehow in that millisecond of silence, your minds came to the same conclusion. Quickly, but softly, your lips met.

The only remaining sound in the room was the low muffle of the turntable, serving to amplify just how exhilarating of a moment this was. You’d never pictured yourself kissing Jiyong before, and your present self couldn’t possibly imagine why.

His lips moved with yours in perfect synchronicity, gentle and warm but also eager to take lead and set a perfect pace, like the dance you’d just finished. Beads of sweat began to form at your hairline as you felt one of his hands cup your cheek, before tracing just below your ear and firmly hold the back of your neck.

You were swooning, entirely enthralled in him. Whatever this feeling was, it was completely alien to you. You didn’t even care that it was Jiyong. You were honestly impressed. As your best friend, and the person who knows you the best in this world, just how the fuck did he know you’ve always wanted to be kissed this way? All this made you smile into the kiss. You felt him smile back before reforming his lips to yours, taking shapes that felt all too natural.

To both of your dismay, it didn’t last forever. You returned to Earth after one or two last pecks, ending it with your foreheads pressed together. You lifted your gazes to meet one another, giving an identical look of wonder.

As you stared at him, he lowered his lips to yours once more. This time was just a simple, soft peck. You both kept your eyes open; joined in awe that this moment was real.

And that’s how it happened. There wasn’t anything remotely awkward about it. The following morning, when the booze had completely worn off and all of your senses restored, the two of you simply laughed, before holding each other tight. There was never any talk of “so, now what?” or “what does this make us?” You both just knew.

And it was the easiest thing that your hearts had ever accepted.

It was your little secret for a few months; keeping the official beginning just between the two of you to ensure it really was what you both wanted. After everything was settled, you had your fun slowly sharing the news with your family and friends. Jiyong would playfully argue that you might have had a little too much fun with it. But their looks of surprise and heart bursting excitement would stick with you forever.

You’d take turns joking about how stupid you were to never realize it sooner: being together just made sense. Your friends and family always knew. (Your exes most definitely always knew.) As cliché as it seemed, you both had just been looking for love everywhere but right in front of you.

You both soon finished out your undergraduate degrees. You were this close to finishing the same semester as him, but in true Jiyong fashion: he beat you to it and finished early. Following your graduations you bought a puppy (a gift from you to him; he immediately named him Gaho) and moved in to an apartment together; something that surprisingly took very little convincing from Jiyong’s parents. (He’d claim there wouldn’t have been a damn chance if it was anyone but you) You were allowed to live in sin so long as you both moved back to Seoul and entered solid internships.

All along you treated each other better than any partner either of you had ever had; demonstrating incredible patience as you learned and grew together in ways you’d never imagined. Family members would boast about the two of you proudly, while close friends would fight the urge to scowl jealously. It was borderline sickening just how natural and blissful everything truly was. They made up some of the best four years of your life.

And never, in your wildest nightmares, did you ever think they would end.

“I’m home!” You announced.

You hummed to yourself as you slipped off your shoes and hung up your coat. The law firm had finally granted you an easy Friday workload, and you had all intentions of using the next couple of days to celebrate.

“Ji, are you here?” You spoke up as you made your way to the kitchen so that, if there, he could hear you from the bedroom. You hadn’t heard from him all day, but that was nothing out of the ordinary; lately his own internship had been especially demanding of his time. He was probably still at the office. You sighed sympathetically and decided some soup would be a nice surprise for him.

“Gaho!” You called, assuming the wrinkly monster was sound asleep in the other room. You reached for the notepad and pen attached to the fridge and began thinking of just how much you would need to pick up before Jiyong got home.

You tapped the pen on the notepad as you looked around the kitchen. You opened cupboard after cupboard, noticing just how much needed to be replenished. “Aish, did he make stew for the whole building today?” You rolled your eyes before writing down each missing ingredient.

“Gaho! Come here!” You repeated, knowing he usually slept as heavily as Jiyong. Shaking his food usually does the trick. You thought to yourself with a smile.

But as you walked over to its usual location you stopped. “Oh come on, we can’t be out of his food too. I swear we just bought some.” You put your hands on your hips out of frustration. “Awh, Gaho, I’m sorry. I hope you have at least something left in your bowl.” You muttered to yourself as you turned the corner out of the kitchen to check.

“Ok, this is weird.” Your brows furrowed. His bowls were gone. You checked the sink and saw no sign of them. Your pulse quickened as you speed walked to the bedroom.

“Gaho?” You called, hoping to see a pile of wrinkles on his bed or hear the sound of his little nails tapping on the hardwood floor. But as you stood in the doorway, his bed was nowhere in sight.

Your chest began to hurt as tears budded beneath your eyes. Gaho had spent weekends at Jiyong’s parents’ house before and even with your aunt. But you knew this weekend was never discussed to be one of them. And even if it was, they had bowls and a bed for him there. Something must have happened. You frantically reached for your phone and dialed Jiyong.

No answer.

“Ji. Ji, please call me. I don’t know where Gaho is. Please tell me you know.” Your voice shook as you left the message. There wasn’t a single sign of a break-in either. Or at least none that you were aware of.

You started pacing in the living room, thinking of all the possible scenarios. Whoever took him must have taken all that food too. You wouldn’t expect burglars to steal vegetables and bean paste, and leave behind the flatscreen, but it was the only explanation. You sped to the bedroom closet, fearing for your and Jiyong’s safes.

As you illuminated the walk-in space, the sight before you brought you to your knees. Everything on your side remained unruffled and unbothered. Nothing was even close to being out of place. Even your safe and few pieces of jewelry. But on Jiyong’s side, every last item was gone.

Every suit, every pair of pants and shoes, and even every fucking hanger was missing. As you gazed at the storage space above his side, and saw no sign of his luggage either, you collapsed.

“What the fuck.” You cried out, shaking and sobbing from uncertainty. You reached a trembling hand for your phone and tried calling him once again.

No answer.

You threw it to the side and somehow managed to pull yourself to your feet. You walked slowly to the bathroom, silently repeating “No, no, no…” to yourself. You closed your eyes as you turned the light on, nowhere near ready for what was there.

Every product, every personal hygiene tool, even his toothbrush, everything that was his: gone. And once again, whatever was yours, remained untouched. You gasped out loud and covered your mouth as sobs pulled themselves out of you. This had to be some kind of sick joke. It just had to be.

As you turned back to face the bedroom you saw through cloudy eyes the very last thing that you didn’t want to see. The item that debunked the miniscule shred of hope you were clinging to; that someone just had to have broken in so cleanly and so precisely, cleaning out everything that belonged to Jiyong, including Gaho and all of his belongings as well. You could have hung onto that ridiculous scenario for just a little while longer if you didn’t see it. There on the bed laying perfectly, and all too intentionally, was a folded piece of paper.

This time, when your body crumbled to the floor, it stayed there for nearly half an hour. You couldn’t stop crying. And for the life of you, you couldn’t move a muscle. When you finally found the strength to, you crawled to your phone. Before illuminating the screen, you begged the universe to grant you at least one text message from him.

Nothing.

You spent the next couple of hours there on the floor, endlessly sobbing and making phone call after phone call; each one feeling more useless than the last.

When you finally got a hold of yourself, you instead called a friend that lived nearby and begged her to come over. You spent that night, and the following week, at her place. It took that long for you to even walk back into that apartment. And it took even longer for you to finally read that letter.

“I love you too much to allow you to be put through what I’m going to put you through. I’m so fucking sorry. Take care of yourself and  please: be the person you want to be. -Jiyong”

You ripped it into shreds on the spot. That was it. That was the only glimpse of an explanation that he ever granted you. Just like that, he left.

And you were never the same.

His disappearance came just as much of a shock to everyone else. No one could make sense of it. Not his parents, or even his best friends. They were all furious with him and could hardly speak about it. No one could give you answers.

And that’s all you tried to obtain for the next year: just some fucking answers. You were desperate and angry, lonely and above all you were ungodly depressed. When you couldn’t find him yourself you waited. You waited for so long. You lived each day as if it would be the one that he’d come back through the front door and back into your life.

But it never came.

You became self-destructive, going through every stage of grief at least three separate times. All along you begged the universe to show you even just one reason. Anything that could have shown what the fuck you did that was so wrong. Just come back and tell me why. You mumbled this phrase to yourself a million times, and when family and friends grew worried you mumbled it to psychiatrists a million times more.

It was some of the worst and most confusing pain you’d ever experienced. You endured it for nearly two years, until one cathartic appointment allowed you to finally accept it. You were done waiting. You couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. But you had to get your life back.

You met Jiwon the following week. It was the very same week that you decided to change your focus back to your childhood dreams. You didn’t want to be a lawyer. (Though you ended up marrying one) You wanted to be a badass detective.

You now thought deeply about everything that had changed in just seven years.

You stared at Jiyong through the one way mirror completely stone faced, trying your hardest not to laugh at the fucked up irony. Even though you didn’t know it until that night in the warehouse, when he’d reignited that deep emotional pain with a matching physical pain at the hand of his crony you realized: you’d never truly stopped looking for him.

And now, seeing him sitting there before you, wanting your superior’s attention and wishing to make a deal with your boss…your rage was unfathomable.

#g dragon scenarios #g dragon fanfiction #g dragon imagine #g dragon au #kwon jiyong scenarios #kwon jiyong fanfiction #kwon jiyong imagine #kwon jiyong au #bigbang au #g dragon angst #kwon jiyong angst #kpop scenarios

[crescentmoonrider]

Fics I sorta want to write, sorta don’t want to, probably never will (a non-exhaustive list)

A:tla/LoK

Of the inequality of palindromes

What it is : A canon divergence in which Noatak and Tarrlok leave together, build the Equalists much earlier, and the world once more descends into war. Avatar Aang is killed, Equalists occupy most of Earth Kingdom and spread the mercy of the Spirits-sent brothers who will make all equal, and a young Korra is raised behind the walls of the Northern Water Tribe. Also Jet is here, somehow, and would probably be one of the PoV characters, maybe along with Tarrlok ?

Why I want to write it : Lots of potential here for a lot of stuff, I’ve always loved Tarrlok and Noatak’s story, I already made a few sketches after the inciting dream and I kind of like what this all looks like. Lots of situations, lots of characters, lots of trauma. I feel like it could work with a non-chronological storytelling - or at least less chronological than A viper-lizard’s tales - and I’m curious to see how I would go about structuring that.

Why I don’t want to : The Timeline Is Fucked !!! I seriously have no idea what would be going on with the dates and ages of most characters and just trying to figure out and make sense of that stuff is killing me. Also, it would be Long, and Viper-lizard will probably have exhausted me by the time I finish it, so starting another long fic would be. HHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ace Attorney

I will fill your thermos with Worcester sauce or so help me

What it is : A canon divergence in which bratty prosecutor Miles Edgeworth and Diego “I think I am a good person but I’m barely there” Armando somehow join forces to take down Dahlia. They’re both douchebags who despise each other. It’s a great collaboration. They meet one young and innocent Phoenix Wright at the legal library and it’s all downhill from there.

Why I want to write it : Douchebag duo !! Reluctantly working together !! I want these two to interact and to barely resist kicking each other in the shins like the little brats they are. And well, I’ve already made Content(TM) for this, so I’d say it speaks to how much I like the idea. There is a scenario somewhere in my mind and in the sketches I did.

Why I don’t want to : I’m barely in this fandom anymore (if I ever really was) and I don’t like research. What the fuck is a legalese and do I need to know it to write about lawyers ? Whatever the answer may be, I’ll have to look shit up, and it will take time, and I’ll get distracted, and the fic will never write itself.

Hannibal (NBC)

Ode au pêcheur (long ver.)

What it is : A role-reversal AU, in which Hannibal is not a cannibal but still a psychiatrist, and Will is a teacher and profiler with a, uh, taste for uncommon meats. They still meet during the Shrike case, which is what the current Ode au pêcheur is about, and this would be the following events.

Why I want to write it : For one, I already wrote a short piece for this verse, so jot that down. But also I want to explore the change in dynamics, and also Hannibal being completely fucked up but in a different way. And writing Will as this kind of mysterious and fascinating being through Hannibal’s eyes... yeah, that’d be good.

Why I don’t want to : I spent hours reading the scripts, deciding what I would and would not keep, how to phrase it, for a 878 words standalone. I do Not want to know what I’d do with a long fic.

Six Sibylline Books (oracles willfully blind)

What it is : A Psycho Pass AU, with Will as an Enforcer specializing in profiling, having been declared a Latent Criminal since he was 6, because of his high empathy. He lives in fear of the day his Coefficient will reach 300. Hannibal is, of course, criminally asymptomatic, and working as a therapist for the government.

Why I want to write it : Let’s be honest, these two in the Sibyl System would be a fucking mess, and I for one am here for it. Mostly I want to see Will struggle with his place in this world, and watch what his Becoming would be like. Hannibal as a worse version of Makishima who just does shit for fun is terrible too, I love it. He probably wouldn’t even try to do a revolution and pretend to help people, the asshole.

Why I don’t want to : I Would Die. Two very complicated shows with literary references and philosophy mixed in just about every sentence, and a very well-rounded world as the setting ? Instant death. Or a very slow one, induced by the constant need to reference every little detail.

Kekkai Sensen

Fallen Hellsalem

What it is : A noir AU in which Daniel Law is a hardboiled detective who has been looking for answers regarding the disappearance of his younger twin brother for the past three years. A two-parters (by which I mean, two fics of consequent length, or a Huge fic with two very long main arcs), with the first case introducing the world through Steven A Starphase being accused of murder and needing Daniel’s help to find the real culprit. Turns out he didn’t do This murder but is also a crime lord involved in the disappearance of many other people, reigniting Daniel’s quest for answers. The second case is actually much more focused on the actual investigation surrounding Marcus’ disappearance, with Daniel gaining an apprentice in the person of Leonardo Watch, and learning to let go of the past a little.

Why I want to write it : I made a 5 page comic of the very first scene in 20 days. I just really like the noir aesthetics, and also Daniel. I have something resembling the beginning of an actual plot. I love Daniel. Did I mention I love Daniel ? It would be very interesting to have to actually think things in advance and build a case that makes sense.

Why I don’t want to : It would be so much work !! Two parts ?? Two fics for one story ? Or even just a Mega Fic - I would just fucking die. Also, while having to figure out how to build a case that makes sense is a fine challenge, it’s also a Lot of work, especially when I’m more the type of writer to figure stuff out as it comes, or to plan for Big Emotional moments and then turn the plot around it so that it all works organically. I’m not really a planner of plots, more of scenes. Plots kinda just happen. And that doesn’t fly for detective stories if you want it to be decent.

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Psycho Pass

The blind Sibylla (long ver.)

What it is : A canon divergence directly following the events of The blind Sibylla (in which Akane shot Makishima during episode 11). Makishima didn’t die but is injured, still somehow escapes ; meanwhile Akane is kind of scouted by Sibyl because she shot a guy with the intention to kill him and her Crime Coefficient didn’t rise, and she considers the offer. Kogami gets a phone call that leaves him sick to his stomach, and he too has to make a choice.

Why I want to write it : I mean, I already wrote two short chapters on impulse, so it’s more of “why I want to continue it”. Anyway the answer is that I’ve got ideas and I want to see where they go. Also if I can get Kagari and Choe Gu Sung to stay alive that would be swell.

Why I don’t want to : Psycho Pass Is Complicated. The worldbuilding is on point, but that also means fucking it up is incredibly easy. Also the literary references. It would be a lot more work than I am used to putting into my writing and I really don’t feel like memorizing the wiki and constantly rewatching the series just to get everything as accurate as possible.

Reborn

The illusion of love and the reality of hate

What it is : A TYL 186918 story about Hibari and Mukuro navigating their hate-relationship and trying to make it work. Especially after Mukuro was thought to have been killed by Byakuran. Would involve Mukuro asking Ryohei for advice because he is literally the only person in a stable relationship who has any idea what he’s doing, and also he knows what Hibari is like. A contract is drafted. I’m not saying Mukuro and Hibari get hate-married but. They get hate-married. Kind of.

Why I want to write it : I’ve wanted to explore a full-blown, healthy blackrom for a while now, and these two are one of my oldest ships, and also one I’ve written a lot for in the past. Love me a good mix of fucked up shit and humor. And boy would there be fucked up shit between these two.

Why I don’t want to : Two words : Sex Scenes. I can’t imagine this story (or this relationship, for that matter) without sex, as it would be one of the most primal way they have of communicating with each other, along with fighting. But I’ve never written smut in my life. Also I barely remember the TYL arc (better than the later ones, but not by much) so I’d have to look that up again, and probably more (likely re-reading the whole thing), but that’s a minor issue.

Red Raven

Cave Canem

What it is : An early canon divergence in which Ricardo gets lost in the panic of the five days of blood and is believed to be dead, while Walter meets Calogero at Castor Arte and decides to follow him around out of a mutual hatred of the Scaggs. Anyway Ricardo joins the Red Ravens because he believes he was abandoned and can’t trust the mafia anymore, while Walter more or less gets adopted by Calogero and becomes Laura’s right hand.

Why I want to write it : I just. I love this manga so goddamn much,,,,,,, Also Walter and Ricardo are very similar while being pretty different, and the changes in dynamics a switch would make are. Pretty darn interesting. I made sketches. I want to see what would stay the same and what would go differently. I want to send more Red Raven content into this world.

Why I don’t want to : This fandom is comprised of three people and a crow, and I know myself well enough to be certain I’ll have trouble staying motivated in these conditions. Also this would be Long, I can feel it. And I don’t really have a scenario planned, so that’s that.

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Snow blossoms

What it is : A canon divergence (?) in which Fai (the dead one, not our Fye) is a dream-walker and meets child Kurogane a few times this way. At one point, Kurogane promises to find Fai and Yui and to help them, no matter what. Later, the then grown Kurogane is eternally confused by Fye’s presence for one more reason.

Why I want to write it : It’s an old headcanon of mine that Fai is a dream-walker, I figured I might as well do something with it. Also I want to write this kid !! Give him some life !! And of course the KuroFye angst might just triple from this. Also, the truth is that I started this one (in January 2018...), and it looks promising. I already have a structure for the first arc, so that’s neat.

Why I don’t want to : For one, it would be Long, and as mentioned earlier in this post, I don’t think I’d have the strength to go through this again. For two, TRC is a cool story that I like a lot, but I hardly think about it anymore most of the time.

W.I.T.C.H.

Whispers under my skin

What it is : A canon divergence in which Cedric (still in his kind librarian skin) seduces Matt as a way to get to Will, and it backfires horribly when he realizes he is loved by this human and Phobos will never love him like that, and he will never get what he really wants. So at the final battle in Meridian, instead of going full Super Saiyan Lizard, he betrays Phobos. He gets badly injured, but he also gains a half-freedom as thanks from Kandrakar, in the way of a human life (plus some minor magic if the girls allow him to) and a duty to help the Guardians in their mission.

Why I want to write it : Like many of my dream-inspired things, it is very weird, and for once I think it’s a very good thing. Yes I had a dream in which Matt and Cedric had A Thing, no don’t ask me how that happened I don’t control my brain. Anyway, I’ve always liked Cedric and I want to explore his character, and the dynamics he could form with the girls in such different circumstances. Also, I’d get to play around with the magic system, which is very cool.

Why I don’t want to : I re-read my w.i.t.c.h. comics maybe once every two years, and while some of them still make me cry (why did you have to die you filthy lizard man), it’s probably not enough of a basis to start a Long Fic. Also it would be Long and I am tired. And ! I don’t have nearly enough references at home and that means I’d have to look shit up, and the wiki is Not Great, from what I’ve seen.

#shut up yumi #fics ill probably never write #you are all free to ask more about any of these. or just to ask me if im alright #i also want to write some cableshipping someday but i have even less of an idea for that so #like ive got headcanons but i dont have a scenario #and like i said this is a non-exhaustive list #and theres a lot of stuff i dont want to write but still want to draw a lot for (like the kazetsuyo AUs or the aa atla AU) #and of course theres the 'i want to write it and i hope i will someday' category which is not this one #but to which the twewy fantasy AU belongs #theres no 'sorta dont want to' for this one i really want to make stuff i just never do #btw most of these title are non-definitive in theory

[flairrstarling]

Sanders Sides Mafia AU

In which Thomas is the part of a Mafia family (not technically a blood-related family, just a really small tight knit Mafia gang, instead of a full out 100+ member mini army with a whole hierarchy figured out).

//this post is to quench my thirst for an evil Sides au lol so if u looking for fluff/angst/anything that isn’t absolute edge u can scroll right past

Roman

- The Right Brain

- Creativity, in charge of imagination

- Hangs out with Deceit all the time, coming up with elaborate tricks and lies to pull on the police

-Also hangs out with Logan, discussing exploitation and manipulation tactics (also inventing new torture and killing methods)

- Wears a crown and has a red fur-lined cape draped around his shoulders instead of a sash. He has black costume instead of a white one, but this one has intricate golden designs lining the cuff of his sleeves. His sword is still in its sheath though. Sharper and longer, but lighter.

- Red eyes smirk at you from the dark.

Patton

- Moral compass and empathy.

-Not many moral values. Doesn’t believe things like kindness without strings attached, after all, why advocate something that can hold Thomas back?

- Loyalty within the family is high on his list, but otherwise he’s very loose. Believes that disloyalty is the highest sin, and should be punished severely. That’s where a lot of Roman and Logan’s torture methods come in.

-Thomas may be a part of the mafia, but there is still use in having manners and being presentable. It’s quite ungraceful and impolite to just start a massacre on impulse.

-But sometimes he just can’t help himself.

-Tries to advise against killing children. Tries. Half-heartedly.

-Nah, he loves the sounds of the little kiddies’ screams squeals. He loves cuts and blood. The human body has so much of this beautiful red.

-Emotional intelligence. Handy for manipulation.

-Empathy means recognising likeminded people’s motives, very useful for dodging tattletales and no good backstabbers when recruiting. Logan is very pleased with his skills. So far Joan and Talyn have proven to be loyal and efficient, just as Patton had made them out to be.

- Blood splatters everywhere, crazed bright blue eyes, wide and full of the light of insanity.

-I want to give Patton a special and memorable redesign but the truth is he just looks more iconic in his normal clothes, innocent and childlike and whatnot, except for the bloodstains and sharp knife of course. Oh, and the yandere tendencies.

Virgil

- Anxiety, fears

- Has little power over Thomas these days

-plagues him with nightmares of Joan, Talyn and his whole family turning against him

-other nightmares include being assassinated by a hitman

-as years go by and Thomas’s enemies in the underground black society accumulate, the more power Virgil has, before he ultimately reduces Thomas to an empty, distrustful old man, too cowardly to tell a believable, bold lie, and when he does, too scared to go through with it. Reputation destroyed, anxious and restless, he leads his family to their demise before they all abandon him and he dies alone.

-Virgil doesn’t really hate Deceit. But he also kind of does. It’s complicated. Virgil’s job is fears and anxieties. Insecurities. Everyone has their own creepy crawlies they sweep under the rug. Thomas is scared of getting caught. Of being punished, jailed, sent to death for his crimes. But he’s already a criminal. It’s too late to change now. So instead that fear is projected onto

- Choker, piercings, bubble gum and tattoos. Brass knuckles and spiked bat. Top half of his jacket slid over, exposing pale skin lined with scars, stitches and bruises. Sleeveless tank top, purple eyes and permanent scowl.

- Kinky goth boy.

Logan

- Left Brain

- Logic

- Booksmarts aren’t all that handy now, but having to constantly catchup with new code words in the underworld occupies him enough.

-On top of that, being well versed in law means backup if anyone gets caught.

-Of course, it also happens that logic is needed for literally, everything.

-Y’know, decisions like who should be sacrificed in trying times

-Whether to trust this new but proven to be competent newbie at a particular job

-Can Thomas get away with this crime in this area?

-And literally every family operation is meticulously planned by him.

-It’s up to him and Virgil to turn Roman and Deceit’s ideas to something believable. At the same time he has to stop Virgil from turning Thomas into a coward. He also stops Deceit from making Thomas lie compulsively about everything and Patton from going on a crazy killing spree when he has too.

-A businessman’s suit. Black all over, except for a dark blue tie and blue tinted undershirt. Hair slicked back perfectly, glasses thin-framed and rectangular. He doesn’t really need them, it just makes him look frail. The getup hides his aptitude at defending himself. Prefers handguns. He hates getting bloodstains, but somehow still gets some splashes anyways.

-Dark blue eyes, their toxic glow like the harsh cold they radiate.

Deceit

-Self-preservation

-Snake boi, main side.

-Well, he is self-preservation. And guess what? When you’re in the crime business, you’ll need that a whole damn lot.

-Can’t be giving other people good deals and pitying every orphan street rat they come across

-When he and Roman are bored they sometimes write this list of things to say to the police for scenarios they could be caught doing

-sometimes it’s genuinely believable and sometimes it’s just “OFFICER THERE THE COOKIE MONSTER’S ESCAPING”

-But Deceit can’t really talk to any one side for too long. Everyone is slightly intolerable in their own ways. Roman always needs an ego stroke, Virgil always needs to be comforted, Patton always has to be forced by someone before he lets down his facade, Logan always needs to be heard, he could feed into these weaknesses and gain power, but what’s the point? He’s already a main side, and doing that takes a lot of effort. But he tries sometimes. He likes to think of it as a trade. The sides get a bit happier and healthier for a bit, and he gets what he’s after. Like an extra cookie or meal, a favour, object, another side’s vote on a certain topic, etc.

-A snarl and hiss, revealing sharp fangs and a forked tongue. His eyes are open, but you can only see one, sinister, bright yellow eye, and the beastly black slit at its centre.

-lol i think he looks dark enough the way he is, don’t he?

Thomas

-This is a mafia FAMILY. There is no head. Everyone is family, everyone is equal.

-Well, that’s what he said.

-The founder of the family was Thomas. He was a lowly scammer and thief, but then he recruited Joan and Talyn. They jumped in on the bandwagon and soon, more and more people came in. Terrence, Mary Lee, Lee, Camden...then suddenly they were armed, six feet deep into the drug smuggling trade and had a secret base to top it all off.

-So technically, Thomas is the head, Joan is his right hand and Talyn as well.

-Thomas has grown a lot of guts since he founded his family and knew he had people who had his back. He went from scamming and stealing to bank heists and trading with top members of black societies.

-He’s also experienced betrayal of course. But they worked that out. He knows he can trust his family. He just knows to take precautions.

-“ACCEPT GAYS OR ILL RAID YOUR BANK”

-T: “Hey now that I think about it Roman I don’t think that was a very good idea”

V:“YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU WENT THROUGH WITH IT”

-He stares you down, with hard determination in his eyes, and a bit of peace and resign.

Thomas Sanders, who recruited and assembled one of the most powerful mafias in the world, is here, surrounded by the police, his gun cocked, smiling warmly and confidently, knowing that his family has escaped.

#sanders sides au #sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts #ts roman #ts logan #ts deceit #ts patton #ts princey #ts virgil #ts anxiety #ts morality #ts logic #ts CALMD #ts calm #ts lamp #roman sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #vrigil sanders #ts thomas #ts headcanon #ts au #mafia au #ts edge #ts angst

[terraqua-archives]

Stories inspired by Films, TV, and Video Games

The following list contains 15 completed works and 2 works-in-progress that are directly inspired by either a movie, TV show, or a video game.

So if you’ve always wanted to see Aqua as a mermaid, or Terra as a secret agent, or ever thought that Keyblade Masters sound remarkably like the Jedi and someone should probably write something about that, then this is the list for you.

We hope you find something you enjoy!

Completed Works

When she loved me by Plume De Simili

Inspired by: Toy Story 2, specifically the song, ‘When She Loved Me’.

‘I remember a time where everything seemed so beautiful, countless hours spent together, playing, laughing, chatting. These memories will remain anchored in my heart forever.’

Words – 666     Rating – G

Read if you want Terra reflecting on his relationship with Aqua, from childhood to his current predicament, all inspired by a film sequence that’s been known to make grown men cry.

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Evermore by ShrinkedPink

Inspired by: Beauty & the Beast – 2017

A while after his possession, Terra began to have strange dreams. However, they were not actually dreams. It takes memories of a certain girl he was fond of for him to notice this. How will he feel about everything?

Words – 859     Ratings – T

Read if you want to see Terra struggling with who he now is, Xemnas struggling with who he once was, and excellent use of song lyrics in a story.

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When True Love’s Kiss The Spell Shall Break by amazonstorm

Inspired by: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

Aqua comes across something she wasn’t expecting. Namely Terra.  In a glass coffin.

Words – 978     Rating – G

Read if you want the sincere sappiness of Disney, confessions of feelings, and true love’s kiss.

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I’ll Find You by Engineerd

Inspired by: Star Wars

“Terra didn’t just not pass the trials,” Eraqus said bitterly. “Terra is a great warrior, and defeated every enemy in record time. However…” Eraqus finally trained his eyes on Aqua. They were full of regret. “Terra used the dark side to do so, Aqua. In front of the entire Jedi High Council.”

Words – 1684     Rating – T

Read if you want a fantastic reimagining of the beginning of Birth by Sleep in the Star Wars Universe, forehead kisses, and Ven being an adorable young Padawan.

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I’ll Wake You by XemnasForceXIII

Inspired by: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

In Dwarf Woodlands, Aqua eats a strange apple and falls victim to the same fate. Terra comes back to find her, but he’ll have to do something to wake his sleeping maiden, something romantic.

Words – 1727     Rating – T

Read if you like fight scenes, Aqua ruminating on her feelings, and Terra finally confessing his with the help of a kiss.

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Fateful Dance by XemnasForceXIII

Inspired by: Cinderella

In Castle of Dreams, Terra asks for a request of Aqua, it starts in the ballroom but will end on the balcony.

Words – 1843     Rating – T

Read if you like Aqua becoming flustered, confessions of love, and parallels with the story of Cinderella.

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Inconclusive by deep_doot

Inspired by: The X-Files

a·li·en

1. a foreigner, especially one who is not a naturalized citizen of the country where they are living.

2. a hypothetical or fictional being from another world.

3. a plant or animal species originally introduced from another country and later naturalized.

Words – 2432     Ratings – T    

Read if you like first meetings, Terra and Aqua as partners at work, and Terra being a protective older brother.

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Snow White - Aqua Blue by AquaSaberXIV

Inspired by: Snow White and Rose Red/Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

None in the land is fairer than the Queen. Or so one would think… In a nearby village lives a girl named Aqua Blue whose pure heart outshines the Queen. The Queen, threatened by Aqua’s existence, sends men to kill her, including her own son, Terra, but something rather unexpected happens when Terra meets the girl he’s supposed to kill…

Words – 37,188     Rating – T     Chapters – 17

Read if you want a fairy tale AU where Terra is a literal prince, commoner Aqua having a lovely relationship with her Grandmother, and a fantastically creative interpretation of the Seven Dwarves.

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The Man from D.A.R.K.N.E.S.S. series by deathrae

Inspired by: The Man from U.N.C.L.E, with more than a hint of James Bond.

Anarchist terrorist faction: “The Unversed.” Led by: “Shatterheart.” Sometimes “The Man in the Mask.” When one of their own goes missing, presumed defection, Agents A and T must embark on one of their hardest missions yet. One that will test the utmost boundaries of their faith to their organization…and each other.

Words - 41,689     Works - 2     Rating - T    

Read if you like spy thrillers, action scenes, and Terra and Aqua (Aqua especially) kicking ass.

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Sapphire Scales by Majorie Franklin

Inspired by: Hans Christian Anderson’s The Little Mermaid

Aqua had always been quiet and contemplative. She longed for the land, the Keyblade wielder, and an immortal heart. Aqua could gain all of those things, but only if Terra loved her more than anything and vowed to be true to her forever. She cut out her tongue and relented her fins to be with him, but would it be enough?

Words – 71,915     Rating – T     Chapters – 10

Read if you want to see Aqua as both a mermaid and a princess, a more realistic portrayal of falling in love than the original story, and the interplay between love, marriage, and politics in a fairy tale/historical settings.

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Breaking a Hollywood Beauty Series by deep_doot

Inspired by: The Godfather Trilogy

‘He said they would always come after the ones she loved. But he never said it was true.’

A period piece drama series focusing on mafia families in 1950s Los Angeles. Aqua must learn to balance her public life as an actress with her secret life as a member of a mafia family. And maybe try not to get too distracted by a fellow family’s rather handsome son.

Words - 97,517     Works - 3     Rating - M     Warnings – Graphic Depictions of Violence

Read if you like period dramas and crime thrillers, family always looking out for family, and Aqua proving she’s very much capable of handling things for herself, thank you very much.

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The Shrouded Path by Arcawolf

Inspired by: Silent HIll

What started as a routine mission becomes a nightmare when Ven disappears. After tracing his path to a strange town, Aqua and Terra find themselves ensnared by a power darker than any they could have imagined. It will take everything they have just to escape intact.

Words – 108,933     Rating – T     Chapters – 32     Warnings – Graphic Depictions of Violence

Read if you want an alternative interpretation of the search for Master Xehanort, atmospheric descriptions, and psychological horror.

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Works in Progress

The Night Shift by After The Lights

Inspired by: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Detective Aqua Lowe only really wants three things in life: her boss to mentor her; to become the youngest Captain in the Radiant Garden Police Department’s history; for emails and bills to stop spelling her name as Agua.

What she gets is the night shift, a bachelor party gone wrong, and a hot, shirtless guy waiting at her desk.

Words - 2262     Rating - T     Chapters - 1/3

Read if you want to see Aqua and Axel as work partners/spouses, Axel being his charmingly witty self, and all the joys of working the police night shift.

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You’re Idiots, The Both of You by Lyssala

Inspired by: Gilmore Girls

Sometimes growing up in a small town where everyone has known you since birth really sucks, but sometimes it’s not so bad if you have the right friends. Especially if you've been in love with them for too many years to remember when it even started.

A one shot collection set in an alternative universe where Terra and Aqua lived across the street from one another in a small tourist town. Set throughout their lives as they grew up with their families and friends.

Words - 49,630     Rating - T     Chapters - 14/20

Read if you want best friends to lovers, Terra and Aqua being frustratingly oblivious of their feelings for one another, and some truly lovely moments when they finally get together. Delightful and emotional fluff.

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Read. Enjoy. Review. 

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[peachy-chulanont]

✨ hey guys I just wanted to do a little update on where I’ve been in regards to my fic writing! ✨

So in March I started publishing a mafia AU (“Between The Shadow And The Soul“, which can be found here) in which everything is basically the same with the exception of the added layer of organized crime. It was something I started playing with the idea of in the summer of 2017.

When I started publishing it, I was posting almost twice a week for a while. I started slowing down as the chapters got longer and longer and as I started to burn through my ‘stock’ of pre-written chapters. As it is now, the fic is at 156k and 21 chapters. I haven’t updated since October 1, breaking the rule of ‘every other week’ that I’d begun to adhere to.

I’m not at all abandoning this fic, especially as I’ve put an incredible amount of this past year (and truly even the year before) into writing it. However, life hardly ever adheres to a plan. In a way that’s a good thing, because I’ve had some opportunities arise over the last month and a half that have really begun to pull me out of the rut I got into with my mental health and overall well-being. It also means that I have had next to no free time. My health has still been a bit dubious and I’ve been getting by with IV treatments that not only take a lot out of me but also disrupt my schedule. That being said, they’re helping me and I’m willing to suffer the discomfort.

The fact that I’ve kinda disappeared from posting has been weighing very heavily on me, even though I don’t think I have a very big audience/there isn’t a terrible lot of crossover between ao3 and this blog. This is compounded by the fact that I’ve been writing a little unrelated YOI fic in my recent free time, based on a prompt from my dear friend Rachel ( @gotnotathought ) and also the fact that I’ve been missing writing so terribly and I was craving something more organic. I’ve started to try and return to “my” style and voice in each piece, rather than simply writing words and not connecting to them.

Again, I have no intention to abandon BTSATS. It’s my baby; I’ve set up intricate resources for it and spent so much time writing it and developing the world of it. And moreover, I’ve loved sharing it with anyone who’s been sweet and brave enough to read it. Comments and kudos used to literally get me through days at a time. I have a little bit of an unhealthy fixation on feedback, and I was wearing myself thin with the desperate need to please. That’s another part of why it’s been hard for me to return to it. I’m so afraid that it’s not good enough that even as far along as I am with it, I’m a bit afraid to move on.

The next chapter (number 22) is partially written, and has been since the end of September. It will be shared, hopefully with the rest of the chapters in the series, around the end of the year. I don’t really want to put it out there until I have the rest of the story finished, in an effort to avoid another lengthy gap like this in posting. And as far as the companion collection of vignettes goes, I have bits and pieces of that written and saved all over the place that I’ve been afraid to share because I’m not sure what the interest or reception might be - and that has always held me back more than anything else might.

So, TL;DR — I’m not abandoning the fic ‘Between The Shadow And The Soul’, I’ve just been caught up in real life the last month and a half, and it will likely be a while yet before I can return to it. You may see an unrelated (Milasara) fic from me before the end of November.

All the best (and thank you to anyone who read this), Charm/Peachy 🖤

#i just needed to get this off my chest #love you guys #btsats #btsats fic #peachspeaks

[janiedean]

@nederys all of you guys kinda lost your shit but i don't think you're being consistent at all. you didn't go for it being misinformed or wrongly placed, just that it was "gross" bc it was "romanticizing" blabla, like if someone made a fic about ETA terrorists or whatever and i advocated censorship and asked for it not to exist. when you accept kink and RPF, you need to stand on that principle even when it's YOUR personal/national. shaming ppl into submission is the anti strategy and it doesnt actually convince anybody of anything, much literally if it's screaming in another language to the OPs. i didnt wanna reblog or anything but i was very unpleasantly surprised with how you guys handled the situation (and i say this bc i care and i know you value rationality, not to piss you off YOUR personal/national sensibility like if someone wants to write a fic 'romanticizing' tec bundy murders or a rape fantasy or whatever it's their field day just tag it properly, it's no different for a criminal organization as i see it. a piece of sexual fantasy or literary work is not a guarantee it's portrayed in an accurate way or that it's a moral endorsementj + I'll hear your argument on 'positive representation' so i'll take your word for now but it did really come of like "your evil porn is romanticizing evil irl so it should be censored". as for the bad taste etc thing - as long as the person in question doesn't find out i dont personally see the harm. other ppl getting second-handed distastefulness/offense about it is a slippery slope, bc again that quickly devolves into "ugh why you write about rape! / rpf! if you can write kink porn and you can do rpf (like i mean, what, we just tweak the hair color and the initials to make it 'fictional'?) - it follows you can write "distasteful" kink porn about rpf all you want. it's still fiction.okay in order

In order:

as I said in the other reply, people lost their shit because we’ve had this discussion for years and every time it happens SOMEONE (most likely american but not necessarily) shows yup informing us that since mafia in US english means generally organized crime and not THAT specific organized crime we need to chill and WHO CARES YOU’RE OVERREACTING. at some point there’s a limit to how much nice you can be when you’ve been trying nicely for years and people just dismiss you most likely also because you’re not poc enough to complain - again, when it happens with people who can fall into the POC definition doing this kinda stuff automatically means you’re racist, but with us it’s not even disrespectful? or recognized as potentially harmful? fine, we lost our shit, but it’s also not the first time it happens;

the point isn’t that they were making a fic about the mafia, but if we take the ETA terrorism similitude, it wasn’t ‘making a fic abut ETA’. it was, ‘we are making an RPF fic where we take a real living spanish actor who has a friend who died during an ETA bombing and we make him the commander of an ETA faction which plants a bomb in madrid’. I’d find it distasteful if it was about FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, but whatevr - it’s fictional. real people who are actually involved with those criminals on the other side? not so cool. and the fact that these people see nothing wrong with casting them as criminals for *the mafia* shows they have no idea of what they’re talking about and again, with fictional people you can try to ignore it (even if it irks me also because 90% of the time it shows a total failure of understanding the character just by casting them as mafiosi but never mind that’s my pet peeve), but real ones? who made a pro lgbt movie and are *allies* when a mafia killing actually was what kickstarted the creation of the hugest and first anti-homophobia/pro-gay lgbtq association in italy? like. that’s fucking with real people and honestly if I was the director and knew I’d feel personally slandered especially if I come from someplace where statistically everyone knows someone who’s been hurt by the mafia in the last fifty years if they weren’t themselves. like I had a friend whose father worked for the police and the antimafia division especially and lived in palermo back in the day and criminals did try to grab her out of her pre-school and they had to change cities VERY quickly after that, and I don’t even live in sicily. and she’s not even sicilian. it was twenty years ago when they planted bombs across the entire area and killed hundreds of people just in the 90s (comprehensive list). it’s not just WRITING FIC ABOUT THE MAFIA, which I could be relatively handwaving with if it was about fictional people and even then it irks me to hell and back, but real people? who make movies pro things that the mafia hates? really? and I have to hear ‘are you angry because you’re homophobes’? I don’t ask for it NOT TO EXIST, I’m asking a basic modicum of decency.

ted bundy vs mafia: ted bundy is ONE person and he’s been convicted and whatever. if someone’s personal fantasy is fucking ted bundy WHATEVER their problem. if THEY want to do the self-insert with real criminals whatever, idgi but if they’re aware of the implications whatever. the mafia is a bunch of people and they thrive on positive media representation and it’s such large scale that it fucks with this entire country on multiple levels (ad also other countries) and here you’re not using real criminals, you’re casting as criminals people who most likely have been hurt by that same organization. it’s a difference. and if you portray it as a nice organization where hey you help people bypassing the law and gay people are accepted it’s... just... not how it works.

rpf: I’m generally pro rpf as long as people don’t go to the actual real people and don’t harass them irl (which would make a lot of rpf shippers inappropriate) but like... idk if you were around in spn fandom at the time of the infamous j2 haiti fic, but if you weren’t, tldr: person sees the aftermath of the haiti earthquake on tv, thinks ‘well that’d make a perfect setting for my j2 bigbang fic’, writes an entire fic where jared and jensen go to haiti the month it happened, her artist makes art for it photoshopping those two over like... real pictures of real dead people and three betas don’t find nothing remotely cringy in this concept. the fic gets published. it gets slandered to hell and back and while I didn’t agree on assuming the author was a pre-trump (she most likely had no idea that stuff was kindaaa racist) and that she should have been educated, I’d like to presume that people would think thrice before setting a Romance Story TM on a background where when it was published people were still excavating corpses from the rubble. it’s about the same concept as the romantic mafia fic. but with the haiti fic anyone on tumblr would agree that it’s hardly appropriate, with mafia fic it’s just ‘meh shut up you’re whining’. also, while I do agree that jared and jensen, as famous people, signed up for this, too, I don’t really think using real people for this kind of thing is fair, educated or a favor to them. I get it’s all fantasy and so on, but at least use the fictional characters. I can imagine j2 wouldn’t be happy with knowing noncon fic where they’re protagonists exists, neither with the haiti fic, but the noncon is standard fandom kink and whatever and no one else is involved, the haiti fic DOES. and while the people in those pictures wouldn’t even know, if that’s what you jerk off to at least be aware that it’s not exactly tasteful. and the people mentioned had zero idea that jerking off to the *mafia* au is not tasteful and that the *mafia* is *not* random organized crime. no one would have a problem if they called them CRIMINALS or mob or whatever without using the specific mafia word, but they like it because AESTHETICS which 90% of the time aren’t even true because the godfather aesthetic is so NOT the camorra aesthetic it’s not even funny. and of course we shoudl educate people instead, too bad that if it’s about haiti they listen and if it’s about us, they don’t;

 kink: same as above but like, again, let’s always use the poor j2 guys. the j2 mafia au as above is absolutely ew to me but at least j2 are american and most likely didn’t grow up somewhere the mafia could kill their relatives or friends. guadagnino did. and whether he knows or not (HOPEFULLY HE NEVER FINDS OUT) it’s another level of disrespectful to take a guy who made a pro lgbt movie you liked and putting him in that scenario without being aware of it. and they don’t listen if you tell them. that’s the problem. I can be very tolerant, but good god at least hear people out on the subject. and if it concerns a situation that isn’t even old or a dead organization but one that’s thriving in the country still and fucks people over every day I’d like for these people to recognize that at least it’s something not cool and not just their jerk off fodder material. at this point do the GODFATHER AU, which is what they want anyway, stick with the american mafia and try to not give them positive rep, because this idea of the mafia as a cool thing plays a major role in actual mafia organization marketing themselves as a good thing and makes the work of people actually fighting them way harder. if no one thought it was cool, it wouldn’t have half the influence it has. but do I ever see mafia aus with cops or conflicted henchmen or the likes? nah. it’s all SAD ROMANTIC BACKSTORY WITH CRIMINALS. call it some other way. it’s not asking that much.

also: I am entirely down with mafia stories in media and stuff - again, I ove my sopranos and boardwalk empire and goodfellas and I actually do like the godfather when a lot of people here at this point hate it too, but none of those things make it look like it’s palatable to be in the mafia. people can jerk off to it I suppose, but at least they should be aware of that. lowering the bar, it’s why I get pissed at people passing jc as a healthy nice relationship - at least own up to your badwrong and don’t sugarcoat it. in this case they don’t even own up to the fact that it’s a real thing that hurts real people, never mind caring for the feelings of the people they’re fans of - I could jerk off to my rpf faves in anything but I’d like to know I’m not doing it to something they would loathe, and if you have to at least use the fictional characters as the jerk-off material. I mean I’d feel uncomfortable af using them as jerk-off material to something I know they as people would hate. obviously I’m pro write whatever you want, but I’m also pro ‘be aware of what you’re doing and know you’re possibly jerking off to things that are actually harmful to a lot of people and if you do and are cool with that whatever but at least try to not make it look as it’s a good thing’ while at the same time assuming that someone who tells you it’s not cool is doing it because they’re HOMOPHOBES when the mafia is the most homophobic organization in existence or close to it. we do need positive rep when it comes to mafia stories and we never get it.

like, final example: if I had seen one ‘steve rogers is a cop who wants to take down the mafia-like organization’ for every ten ‘tiny boss steve rogers and his russian henchman bucky are THE POWER COUPLE OF THE NY CRIME SCENE AND THEY KISS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AND HELP THE WEAK WHEN THE POLICE SUCKS ASS’ fics I ran into it’d be lovely, but the point is that I’ve never seen one such fic even if it’s a lot more IC for steve rogers to take down criminals than being a criminal, and if you make people notice that nicely (which we did more than once) the usual answer is ‘go fuck yourself it’s just aesthetics the mafia doesn’t hurt anyone’ when it actually did, does and will do as long as they have means to, and since this recasting of canonically good characters as *mafia* henchmen who are happy to be there and not itching to get out just really makes pass the concept that the mafia isn’t really that bad I think I/we affected people have the rights to point out that it’s already a distasteful thing that people should at least read about before assuming it’s random organized crime that can be substituted for whichever worldbuilding they like, and if they don’t care for that fine, at least avoid involving real people who actually would loathe that irl in it or, if anything, at least recognize that it’s fucked up to hell and back. and none of the people in that thread had the grace to do that.

I mean, obviously if I had to take the choice between one such fic not existing at all but censoring stuff and it existing without censoring stuff I’d pick the latter even if I absolutely don’t like it, but what irks me and the other people involved in this debate is how nonchalantly people do these recasting assuming that they’re not romanticizing the thing (which they’re doing) and then don’t listen to others when they’re pointed out that they’re doing it and they should be aware.

like, again, I think the haiti fic was a thing that no one with some salt in their brain and a basic amount of decency should have published. someone did. they got criticized for it and it sprung a lot of discussion (including comparing it with a gen kill fic set in east timor during the war which actually did it right and so no one actually thought it was exploiting a tragedy or being in bad taste) and tbh I think that when doing fic about serious things you should at least read up on that. but the point is that these people don’t listen, haven’t listened for years and most likely will keep on not listening and sorry but seeing a person from palermo who shoots movies that would make any cosa nostra boss mad being recast as a cosa nostra/mafia sicilian boss who, if compared to a, uh, real life person who died recently would deal with people seceding from this organization by ordering to kidnap their children and have them dissolved in acid at the ripe age of nine is really goddamned distateful and hearing ‘so your problem is that they’re gay is that why you’re so angry’ as a response instead of reading it and thinking ‘damn maybe that was a bit out of line’ isn’t exactly that great.

especially because again, these organization thrive on people assuming they’re less bad than they actually are and we’re not talking about stuff that happened three hundred years ago - the kid dissolved in acid happened in 1996 and it’s hardly the last time something like that happened. it’s not a general crime organization, it’s a very specific one, and I’ll be fine with people jerking off to any italian stereotype in existence while I roll my eyes and be fine with it, but at least I’d like these people to know what they’re doing. and they aren’t. and they should be. and on top of that some positive rep where the mafia people are inherently bad and the good guys want to take them down would be nice. I do get that it looks like I’m being incoherent but I’m not saying they can’t do it, I’m saying they should show a minimum of consideration, and they aren’t. then no one’s stopping them from doing it of course but just the fact that they-won’t-listen kind of says a lot. :/ and when it comes to real people and real things it’s not just fiction and you should at least be aware of that.

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