#this is me tossing a bunch of aus and ideas together

[puppy-steve]

april fic rec

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jake from state farm - T, complete @matchingbatbites

tags: modern au, cheating (not between steddie), getting together, valentines day

After a moment the ringing stops, and a voice says "Hello?" "Uh, hi, is this Steve?" "It is, who is this?" "It's Eddie, Jake's roommate? I got your number from him." Well, from his phone when he'd left it unattended one day, but Steve doesn't need to know the details. "I really, really hate to be making this call, especially the day before Valentine's, but uh. Jake is cheating on you."

wrong number - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: modern au, texting, getting together, friends to lovers

Steve waits a few more minutes before he makes his way out of the house and goes to his own. Once he gets into his room, he pulls out the piece of paper and types it into his contacts - after messing up the password and struggling to find his contacts. Steve: So not a serial killer I hope? There’s instantly some typing back that worries Steve. Shouldn’t Robin be distracted by her date? Robin: Not a serial killer but you might be… who is this? You intrigue me. Not Robin. Steve’s heart races as he looks at the scrap of paper. Damn scribbled mess.

Baby, It's Cold Outside - T, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, nightmares, ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff

He was blissfully asleep in bed when a sudden cold shock to his back awoke him. Steve yelped, “Jesus!” And turned around to see who had snuck into his house this early in the morning (it’s only nine) and came face to face with his boyfriend, Eddie. “Eds, what the fuck? Hello? Hi? What happened to those? Christ.”

Am I The Asshole? - N/A, 5.6k, complete cairparavels

tags: modern au, AITA, getting together, autistic eddie, misunderstandings, fuck chad all my homies hate chad

Eddie hates his best friend’s new boyfriend and believes it is proof that he is homophobic. He takes to reddit to find out.

We could plant a house, we could build a tree - E, 3.7k, complete what_about_the_fish

tags: breeding kink, established relationship, feminization

When Eddie's dirty mouth stumbles into an interesting kink that makes Steve moan, they have to explore it further. A messy smut filled ride through Steve's breeding kink.

Come on Baby, Eat the Rich - E, 4.2k, complete nativity_in_black

tags: mild exhibitionism, daddy kink, feminization, dom/sub

“Eddie, we can’t- you know how they are. Just a bunch of rich snobs who think they own the place. What if we get caught?”, he worried aloud, trying to keep his voice steady as Eddie smoothed his hands along Steve’s waist. “Mm,”, Eddie hummed in thought, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Clicking his tongue, he looked back up at Steve, “Guess we’ll just have to be quiet, then. What do you say, baby?”

Come Back To Me - T, 3.8k, complete @beetlesandstarss

tags: major/temporary character death, grief/mourning, angst with a happy ending

“Where— uh. Where are you gonna bury him?” Eddie asks. “We’ve got… We’ve got some of his stuff. A box. We thought maybe…” “That’s a fine idea, son,” Steve’s grandpa says. And then, “Next to his parents seems the most fitting.” And— oh. Oh, God. No. Steve’s parents are— Are they dead too? (Or, Steve dies. And then he comes back.)

Hazy Shade - T, 5k, complete weird_witchcraft

tags: season 2 compliant, canon divergence, eddie gets involved earlier

Eddie stumbles into Merrill’s farm late at night on Sunday, November 4th, 1984 and runs into the last person he’d expect to see: Steve Harrington.

Worth the Effort - T, 9k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: post-s2, friends to lovers, eddie takes care of steve, sick fic, hurt/comfort

Eddie ambles up and drapes himself against Steve’s locker door, head tossed back and eyelashes fluttering wildly. “Oh, Steve,” he simpers, high and breathy, “aren’t you going to whisk me away for a whirlwind Valentine’s romance?” “I’d love to, but I’m pretty sure I have a stats test tomorrow,” Steve drawls, sending a sidelong smirk at Eddie. “Ugh. Romance is dead,” Eddie declares. - In which Eddie contends with his crush on Steve Harrington, learns what a migraine is, and gets a valentine, more or less in that order.

nice to meet you, where you been? - T, 3/3, complete @flowercrowngods

tags: modern au, tattoo artist steve, friends to lovers, ace steddie, transmasc eddie, i could scream forever about how lovely this fic is

When Eddie enters the tattoo parlour that Chrissy recommended to him, he doesn't know what'll hit him. Never in a million years would he have expected the pastel or the minimalistic decor or how really fucking polished everything about this place is. It's like an antithesis to Eddie's entire existence has been created with the makings of this shop. The absolute cherry on top is the man that walks into the room to greet him, though. Because there is no way that Steve Harrington, whom Eddie had the maddest crush on in high school, owns a tattoo shop. No way. Nuh-uh. Not dressed in pastel like he is. Eddie wants to hate it. But he doesn't account for how genuinely amazing Steve is, or how crushing on him is the easiest thing. Really, it's a losing game from the start.

Mutually Beneficial - E, 1.2k, complete @steddie-island | kintsugi_kid

tags: mean dom eddie, age difference, power imbalance, choking, bottom steve

It had started innocently enough, with Steve getting kicked out as soon as he’d graduated and with Eddie Munson, town outcast, advertising a room for rent and a kid who needed a sitter. Moving in would be mutually beneficial. It evolved into, “Pretty thing, you take care of me… and I’ll take care of you.” Really, how was Steve supposed to argue with that?

Love and Smoke - T, series, WIP @stevieschrodinger

tags: cottage witch steve, snake familiar eddie, fluff

She sighs, rolling over on the couch like Steve’s just committed a huge offense, “I just don’t understand why you're so against it.” “There are a lot of reasons why a familiar is a bad idea Robbie.” And because they’ve been over this what feels like a hundred times, Steve can list them easily, “it’ll be fur or feathers, so not only would they shed on my furniture, and I’ll have fur or whatever everywhere, you know I don’t do so well with bird dander. Makes me sniffly. They get separation anxiety, so they have to go with you everywhere. Not exactly going to be convenient if I pull a- a – dire wolf or something, and you want to go to the movies. And if I leave them home alone, it would be cruel.” “You might get something small and hairless! Like a- a frog!” Rob insists. Steve just rolls his eyes and huffs, “but I might not. So no. Also, a frog? Really?” Not that Steve has anything against frogs particularly, just...where the hell would it stay? The sink? “Steve!” “I said no Robbie, okay. I’m not lonely. I have my garden, my books, I have plenty to do. I see you at the weekend, I see plenty of people at Tuesday Market. I am fine.”

Can I Kiss You? - G, complete @transvampireboyfriend

tags: crushes, first kiss, fluff

“Can I kiss you?” Steve asks, eyes glued to the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie is sitting on his couch and Steve is hanging out across from him, lounging on Wayne’s recliner. He gets to use it whenever Wayne’s at work, with his explicit permission and now priority, since Eddie was jealous enough to start a mock argument and Wayne took Steve’s side just to tease his nephew. So now Eddie has to give that place up whenever Steve’s over. Which, he almost always is, these days.

If Found, Return to Me - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, couples t-shirts

He grips the hem of his shirt and tugs. Chin tucked into his neck so that he can read the text, which is bold and black and dark on the white background. ‘If found, return to Steve.’ Eddie groans. “Do we seriously have to wear these?” He whines.

fear the inky blackness of night - T, complete @griefabyss69

tags: post-s4, pre-steddie, steve getting over his fear of the dark

So when Eddie walks into his room, as he does, you know, like a person will just walk into the room he sleeps in, bed and dresser and guitars and all, he doesn’t expect there to just be… A fucking guy in there.

burgundy kiss - E, 6.5k, complete @hawkinsbnbg

tags: soulmates, modern au, dom/sub, under-negotiated kink, daddy kink, light breeding kink

Steve got Good boy inscribed on his butt, just on the right cheek. It would be funny if it was a tattoo Steve had gotten one time when he was too drunk and on a dare. Except it wasn't a tattoo. At all. Even though it kind of looked like one. In truth, it was the first word his soulmate would say to him.

Or, a meet-sexy story where Steve's soulmate is a man of culture.

dance with the devil - E, 2/?, WIP @sourw0lfs

tags: modern au, guardian angel eddie, monster steve, magic

The apartment is quiet around him, the only sound is the rush in his ears from the growing hangover, but it’s not so big he can’t find the owner. When he finally does, Steve actually throws up. If it weren’t for the smallest sliver of still clean blond hair amidst the sea of blood-clump strands, Steve wouldn’t even believe that the mangled corpse in front of him is the same guy as the night before. What the fuck happened? OR: The one where Steve turns 21 and his life turns upside down in the worst ways, complete with gaining the most obnoxious guardian angel known to man

go for it - T, 4.6k, complete @steveseddie | mseg_21

tags: flirting, getting together, pining, first kiss

Steve huffs. “What makes you so sure that you can convince me?” He asks with an arched eyebrow. “The kids have tried and failed and you know how relentless they are.” “Yeah, but I can be very persuasive.” He gestures at himself with a hand flourish. “You know, as a cult leader and all.” Steve hums. “Of course.” He leans his hip against the counter, only an inch away from Eddie’s thigh. “There’s gotta be something I can do to convince you,” Eddie says, moving his thigh until it touches Steve’s hip. “Something I can give you in exchange. To make it worth your while.” Steve’s eyes immediately dart down to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s stomach swoops. There it is. or Eddie and Steve finally stop dancing around each other- too bad that the Hellfire Club is there to witness it

The Hawk - T, series, WIP @fastcardotmp3

tags: nancy wheeler centric, "the bear" au, multi pov, grief/mourning, character studies

A "The Bear" AU about the restaurant that falls into Nancy Wheeler's lap and the people that help her make it more than a burden. (Ensemble, Multi-POV)

the sweetest thing - E, 7/7, complete @cranberrymoons

tags: no nut november, established relationship, dom/sub undertones

It had started out simple enough between them, Eddie making some off-hand comment about Steve not being able to hold out for a whole month and Steve, ever unable to back down from a challenge, rising to the bait. “Whatever,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “A month? Please.” He could do a month. Easy. He just hadn't counted on Eddie being – well. Himself. eddie goads steve into a No Nut November challenge; he never said anything about taking it easy on him

The Hole Story - E, series, complete @griefabyss69

tags: pre-relationship, fantasizing, slow burn, rimming

Steve wishes he hates the way he can't stop thinking about Eddie's tongue.

surface-level freak - E, 7k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: modern au, transmasc steve, werewolf eddie, human steve

Steve Harrington, Werewolf Fucker. He thinks he should be able to put that on his business card, but Robin says it's a little crass.

But My Heart Is Just A Little Boy - T, 2k, complete Atalia_Gold

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, steve has dyscalculia

“Look, just carry on without me,” Steve muttered, and stood up quick enough that his chair scraped on the floor. “Steve -” Dustin started, but Steve was finished, striding towards the stairs and blinking back tears. He wasn’t going to cry in front of the kids, not over a fucking game, not over something his boyfriend loved so much. But they were coming faster than he could blink them back as he headed out of Mike’s stuffy basement and out to the driveway, the cold night air caressing his flushed face. This was supposed to have been a treat for Eddie. It was supposed to be fun, and Steve had ruined the night by being fucking stupid. ***** Steve wanted to surprise Eddie by joining in on D&D. Unfortunately, he's struggling with the math involved, and the kids aren't making it any easier.

Just a Shirt - T, 1k, complete @shares-a-vest

tags: established relationship, fluff, love confessions

Eddie makes Steve a customised Hellfire shirt, just for him.

The Taste of the Divine - E, 4.3k, complete tsmkeeler

tags: steddie as roommates, phone sex operator eddie, dom/sub, getting together

The exhale Steve was releasing staggered, and Eddie’s ears caught what sounded like Steve’s moan. The shuffling on the other side of the line reminded him he was on the clock and this was a good paying customer. He couldn’t just drop the line to handle Steve. He just needed to get him back in position and doing something, then he could get Steve out of there. He made a correcting noise. “On. Your. Knees.” Little brat thought he could do whatever he wanted for the pleasure. To Eddie’s surprise, Steve lowered to his knees. His chin tilted to his chest, hands on the tops of his thighs. He was sitting so pretty. What was stiff was now throbbing against the rough material of his dark jeans. “Yes, sir,” Steve replied breathily. Surely, Eddie was asleep and this was a night fantasy well beyond his best daydreams. There was no way. No fucking way. OR Steve and Eddie aren't only co-workers, they're roommates. While working his second job late at night, Eddie forgets to close the door and is pleasantly surprised by his roommates willingness to join him.

The Right Wrong Number - M, 8/8, complete @apomaro-mellow

tags: wrong number, getting together, phone sex, first meetings, modern au

Steve gets the wrong number and starts texting an interesting guy.

Kinktober 2023 - E, 19/19, complete @stevesjockstrap | deansdemondick

tags: kinktober, multiple pairings

Kinky Drabbles for October 😈

The End Of The Line - E, 6.4k, complete entanglednow

tags: post-s4, nightmares, (platonic) mutual masturbation, phone sex, feelings realization, fantasies, humor (like so much humor this fic made me laugh so hard)

Eddie knows better than to ignore a phone ringing in the middle of the night. After everything they've done for him the least he can do is be there for a friend in need.

Never Caught my Breath - E, 6.1k, complete @emchant3d

tags: established relationship, dom/sub, service dom eddie, role reversal (kind of), needy dom eddie, transmasc steve, daddy kink

“I know you had a long, long day,” he tells him, his touch tracing down, down, down, Eddie’s torso shivering beneath the ticklish drag of his hand, “so why don’t you just let me take care of you, huh? Does that sound nice?” “Yeah, baby,” Eddie says, barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, that sounds real fuckin’ nice.” Eddie works too hard. Steve helps him relax.

You're the Missing Piece - E, 7.9k, complete brokenpromisesandhope

tags: modern au, established stancy, polyamory negotiations, 5+1, stoncy endgame, exhibitionism,my first stoncy read and it made me feel Emotions idk

5 times Steve, Nancy and Jonathan had sex without each other and one time they did it together.

#cj talks #fic rec #steddie #steddie fic rec #steddie fic

[keikakudom]

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT !! Am in love with your reverse resort au??? Please please please tell me more about it !!

What’s the contract between Vox and Lucifer ? What sinners are they currently working on redeeming ? If Heaven is siding a bit more with Charlie on this, are the angels still similarly characterized ? (Like Lute, Adam, and Sera, what’s their deal in this au?) Does an angel still die in this au ? Who would be the first sinner they redeem and how ?

No pressure to answer of course but it’s just . Very interesting au and I like it a ton !! Wonderful art btw

Omg!! Thank you SO MUCH for the lovely ask and for being interested in this AU!! I would really love to draw more art on it, but I was so impatient and I get indecisive on designs, so I decided to just toss a bit of what I had so far and develop more along the way.

What’s the contract between Vox and Lucifer ?

I won't get into the specific terms they agreed on, cause there are a lot of technicalities that come with the wording of a deal, but I'll give some details about it! I also want to make a comic about this moment concerning each of their motivations so🤞

First off- yes, it is a soul-binding contract. It was done more so for insurance and trust. The gist of it is: Vox wanted to sponsor Charlie's hotel, Lucifer is naturally suspicious of Sinners, but still wanted to support his daughter's dream. So, to make sure Vox is actually going to benefit Charlie, Lucifer and Vox agree on a contract together. Charlie does know about the existence of their deal, but not the details.

What sinners are they currently working on redeeming ?

A lot! They have a ton of more foot traffic, but I'd say their two most promising residents with a shot at redemption(at least in Charlie's eyes) so far are still some familiar faces: a certain crafty snake and seductive spider.

Although we don't know too much about them yet, I also like to think a bunch of mob characters and the non-speaking characters we saw in the series reside there too.

If Heaven is siding a bit more with Charlie on this, are the angels still similarly characterized ? (Like Lute, Adam, and Sera, what’s their deal in this au?)

Well... Heaven is siding with Charlie only because they fucked up.

In this AU, Sir Pentious descended from Heaven. (He was CAUGHT by the service worker for taking too many napkins and straws. GREEDY. He lives at the resort under analysis as the first Winner to make a transition to Sinner and is trying to get back into Heaven.) Or something along those lines. If he ascended to Heaven in a super grand and noble way in canon, I'd day he descended to Hell in a really mediocre way that eould arguably be seen as an error on Heaven's behalf....

This was also their "proof" that Sinners/Winners can change ^

So while they certainly still don't support the idea of redemption, the angels(and higher ups like Sera) kind of have to begrudgingly Hell and Sinners a chance and some ground to prove themselves, or they'd be admitting fault for gatekeeping Heaven for no reason.

As for Lute and Adam, instead of yearly exterminations, they go on yearly trips to Hell for "inspections", in which the resort must provide evidence of their progress.

I'll probably mention this whenever I get to posting art for Vaggie, but in contrast: Vaggie is a live-in angelic inspector sent down by Heaven to update them on the progress of redemption, so she stays in Hell year-round.

Does an angel still die in this au ?

Nope! The AU can be viewed as canon compliant, until 7 years ago, then it diverges. So while there are some mirrors here and there, it wouldn't follow the majority of canon events that happen during the series.

Who would be the first sinner they redeem and how ?

This is a funny answer, but I haven't really thought that far yet....Like, while the OG Hazbin Hotel was kind of run down and showed it's faults, it did have a genuine focus on building connections(smaller pool of residents) and valuing them. Not to say that the Reset Resort can't, but there's other motivations to staying at the Resort rather than redemption. It all circles back to Quality vs. Quantity.

I think I did a fair amount of yapping while only giving a straight answer for maybe half of the questions, haha - thank you again for your kind words and sending in this ask, Anon!! I hope these satisfied a bit of your curiosity!!

#text post #ask #anon #au: reset resort #hazbin hotel au

[cybrsan]

Treasure — J.WY [Pt.3]

SUMMARY: Your journey officially begins, and you try to find your place in the group.

PAIRING: Waterbender Jung Wooyoung x Non-Bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

A/N: Happy birthday Wooyoung ♡

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3 and Wattpad

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The next morning, you watch from a distance as the group of benders prepares for the journey ahead. They have laid out all of their supplies on one of the inn’s large dining tables to make it easier to take stock. Despite the discord you sensed last night, they seem to work together well. Hongjoong and Seonghwa take the lead, as you have come to expect, with the waterbender handing out lists and overseeing all the packing and the firebender heading into town for some last-minute errand. Even the rowdier members of the bunch seem to know their roles; Mingi and Yunho diligently organize the rations, murmuring to each other, while San and Wooyoung pack camping gear and clothes, respectively. 

Almost everyone greeted you warmly this morning, much to your surprise. You had tossed and turned last night as you wondered what to expect from them. You haven’t traveled in a group in ages, let alone in a group full of complete strangers. Considering your introduction hadn’t gone smoothly, to say the least, you didn’t think you’d be readily accepted into the fold. But, as soon as you came downstairs, Yunho smiled and waved you over to join them for breakfast. San slid a plate towards you, bearing a piece of bread topped with butter and jam and some fruit, while Jongho gave you a mug filled with piping hot coffee. If it wasn’t for a certain firebender completely ignoring your existence and a waterbender shooting daggers at you with his eyes, it would have almost been perfect.

Hongjoong’s hostility you can understand—he is obviously the leader in some capacity, and he doesn’t trust you. Wooyoung, however, seems to have some irrational vendetta against you. You can’t think of anything you could have done to offend him other than accidentally bumping into him outside Nadira’s tent. Though, since San hinted that this behavior is unlike him, surely he wouldn’t hold a grudge for such a minor offense. It’s not that you want him to like you, per se, but you can’t stand the idea of someone disliking you when you have done nothing to deserve it.

You must have been staring at him without realizing it, because he gives you the nastiest look before turning back to San and mumbling something. Anger snaps within you like a line pulled taut, and just as you’re about to confront him, Hongjoong rejoins the group. You huff, stopping in your tracks and heading towards Yeosang instead. At least he isn’t bothered by your presence; Wooyoung and his bad attitude can be dealt with later. 

Seeing you approach, the long-haired airbender looks up at you from his place on the bench, smiling softly. He pats the spot next to him, and you acquiesce, taking a seat. As Hongjoong converses quietly with Seonghwa, you take the opportunity to prod Yeosang for some information. 

“Would you say you and Wooyoung are pretty close?”

He nods. “I’ve actually known him the longest out of everyone here.”

“Oh, good. Then surely he’s told you why he doesn’t like me?”

Yeosang turns to look at you, eyes widening slightly. “He doesn’t like you?”

You’re stunned into silence for a moment. Has he really not noticed? Even if he didn’t pick up on all the dirty looks and bad energy Wooyoung has been sending your way, surely he remembers the conversation from last night. Regaining your composure, you continue, “It sure seems that way. He was definitely very vocal about not wanting me here.”

“Oh, that,” Yeosang purses his lips, thinking. “I don’t think he dislikes you. I think he’s scared of something.”

“Scared? Of me?”

“I’m not sure,” he shrugs. “He hasn’t mentioned anything to me. But I know that he isn’t the type of person to really dislike anyone. Even when someone hurts him, he often blames himself and not the other person.” He pauses and then adds, “You should talk to him about it.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Yeah, I don’t see that conversation going well.”

“He can be stubborn, but he’s really a good person. It’s worth a try.”

You find your gaze slipping to Wooyoung again, noticing how easily he laughs and smiles around San and the others. Everyone circles around him as if he’s the sun, and they’re the planets stuck in his gravitational pull. Even Hongjoong’s lips occasionally quirk up at the corners in a half-smile as he watches him, despite whatever bad blood the two of them seem to have. 

Your gaze softens. “Maybe I will.” 

Yeosang seems satisfied with that, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. Not long after, Hongjoong claps his hands, capturing everyone’s attention. 

“All right,” he says. “It looks like we have everything we need. Let’s head out.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you fall into line behind the others, lingering near the back of the group. You’re unsure of where you can make yourself fit into their dynamic or if you should even try at all. Your people skills are a bit rusty, at least when you aren’t actively trying to get information out of someone. You would have maybe stayed with Yeosang if he didn’t join up with Wooyoung and San. 

Luckily, you don’t have to ponder this for long. Yunho, having noticed you’ve fallen behind, slows his stride so that he can match your pace. He smiles at you warmly, and his joviality is so infectious that you find yourself smiling back before you can even think about it.

“So,” he starts, “Have you been on your own all this time?”

“Mm, in the desert, you mean?” He nods. “Yeah, I came out here on my own.”

“Wow, that takes a lot of guts. I honestly don’t know how you did it. We had some pretty close calls, even with the eight of us.”

“I’m resourceful. Plus, I may not be a bender, but I’m good with weapons.” You pat the belt at your hip, where your bolas and kunai are securely fastened.  

“You aren’t a bender?” Mingi, who must have overheard some of the conversation, joins in. “That’s even more impressive.” 

Normally, you might take offense at the insinuation that a non-bender isn’t as capable as a bender, but by the way his face lights up, you can tell that he doesn’t mean any harm. Instead, you choose to take the compliment for what it is. 

You continue to make small talk with the two of them, and some of the others join in here and there. Before long, you find yourself laughing and joking with them; they’re easy to get along with, despite the fact that your first impressions of each other were strained. Jongho has a surprising sense of humor, and San and Seonghwa bicker like brothers. The desert sun is as harsh as ever, but you find the heat a bit more bearable with some company.

As you have come to expect, Hongjoong and Wooyoung are the only two that don’t interact with you. But, to be fair, Hongjoong doesn’t seem to really interact with anyone. It’s almost as if the second you stepped out of the town and into the desert, something within him changed. Seonghwa never strays far from him, and you can tell that Hongjoong’s behavior makes him—and some of the others—nervous. It’s strange; you can tell Hongjoong deeply cares for the others and feels protective of them, but at the same time, he seems so cold-hearted. The look in his eyes is almost reminiscent of the very person you’re on the run from. It makes you inclined to avoid him as much as possible.

Wooyoung keeps looking in your direction, seemingly bothered by the fact that you’re getting along so well with everyone else. It irritates you to no end; he could easily join in on the conversation if he wanted to. Instead, he chooses to give you the stink eye and silent treatment. Yeosang has been keeping him company but, seeing your gaze, gives you a subtle nod before walking over to Jongho. You take the hint—he wants you to talk to Wooyoung. You excuse yourself from your conversation with the other boys, though you doubt they will even realize you’re gone with how excitedly they talk amongst themselves.

“Hey,” you say, jogging over to Wooyoung. “Can we talk?” He looks at you out of the corner of his eye but says nothing, lips forming a tight line. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so immature.” 

A long moment passes before he finally responds. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“If that’s the case, why do you keep looking at me every five minutes?”

He scoffs. “Bold of you to assume it was you I was looking at.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Was it Yunho you were glaring daggers at, then?”

“...No.”

“Exactly. Let’s just cut to the chase, okay? I don’t understand what I could have possibly done to make you hate me so much, and I deserve an explanation for your attitude toward me.”

“I don’t—" He cuts himself off with a sigh. “Listen, let’s not do this.”

“Why not? What’s your problem?”

“You’re my problem.” He spits out the words with so much force it almost startles you. Then, calming himself, he adds, “You shouldn’t be here.” 

“But why do you feel that way?”

“Nal’ich, are you always this annoying?”

You don’t recognize the exclamation he uses, but you don’t need to understand his Tribe’s language to be able to tell you’re getting under his skin. If you were smart, you would stop bothering him about this and just leave him alone. But while you are smart, you’re also stubborn. 

“Only when I try to be,” you goad, smiling at him in an oh-aren’t-I-such-an-angel sort of way.

His jaw ticks. “You’re not gonna get the answers you want from me, so just do us both a favor and leave me alone.”

“Oh, I’ll figure this out one way or another, just you—” 

“Careful!” 

Before you even know what’s happening, Wooyoung is grabbing you and pulling you close. You stare at him in shock, face only a hair’s breadth from his. At this distance, you can make out moles on his face that you never noticed before—one under his eye and another on his lip.

He pushes you away and clears his throat. “You were walking right towards a sand serpent, idiot. Pay attention to your surroundings.”

“So, you hate me, but not enough to let me die. Noted.” 

“I don’t want anyone to die, preferably.” 

“Whatever,” you shrug, now walking with a bit of a skip in your step. “I still consider this a win.”

“A win? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m one step closer to figuring you out.” 

He rolls his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“So are you.” 

With a huff, he stomps off toward Yeosang who has a small frown on his face from observing your conversation; you can only assume he’s not happy with how it went. You shrug at him—you tried, like he asked and, like you suspected, it didn’t go well. However, despite not getting much information from Wooyoung, you’d be lying if you said his obstinacy in the face of your questions didn’t make you even more determined to figure out why he dislikes you.

You reach into your bag, fingers itching to have the map in your hands once again. It’s a habit you have developed over the span of your long journey. After everything you went through to get it, you need to know it’s safe and on your person. You take it out and unscroll it as you walk to glance at it, though you’re sure that you have it memorized by now. 

Seonghwa notices and asks, “Are we still headed in the right direction?” 

“As long as we’re still headed southeast, we should be.”

“We are,” Hongjoong affirms, glancing up from the compass in his hand. You almost jump, having not even known he was paying attention. “Though it looks like a storm is about to roll through.”

Glancing at the sky, you can tell that he’s right. Dark clouds are rolling in from the west and the wind has begun to pick up, rustling your robes and sending sand flying. You feel a granule hit your cheek, and you hiss in pain. If this turns into a full-on sandstorm, it could get dangerous fast.

Yunho frowns. “Yeah, I can feel it in the air.”

“Let’s stop, then,” Seonghwa says. “We’ll set up camp and pack it in for the night.” 

Mingi points to an area of land in the distance. “There are some rocks over there. I can probably set them up around us in a way that can protect us from the brunt of the sand.” 

Though Hongjoong doesn’t look happy to be stopping, he also doesn’t argue, logic winning out over desire. “Good idea, Mingi. Let’s go.”

NETWORKS: @cromernet @kflixnet @pirateeznet

TAGLIST: @nebulousbookshelf @ad0rechuu @seonghwaddict @sanniesbunnie @wooya1224 @tournesol155 @ja3hwa @pocketjoong-reads @lovandr @yeoyeoland

#wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung fic #wooyoung smut #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez smut #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung angst #ateez angst #ateez fluff #my fic #jung wooyoung fic #kpop fic #kpop writers

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Aah I'm so excited about the mer au I can't wait so see what comes next!

WIP Wednesday (5/15) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 16)

“I was supposed to be a pet?” Nathaniel asks, in horror.

“That’s right.” Romero smiles. “They paid up front and he still wants you. You’re a little bigger now, but so are the other ones. I’m sure they’ve upgraded the tank at least a couple times. It’ll be you and two others—”

“I’m not going. I don’t care what you do to me, I won’t.” Nathaniel snarls. The idea of being locked in a glass cage is far worse than the slow, painful death he thought he was headed for. 

“Well, let’s stop and think. There’s only two ways to go: with me or over the side. And I don’t think you’re quite stupid enough to jump,” Romero says, then he snaps his mouth shut as Nathaniel’s eyes widen. Jumping… Off the bridge…

How had he not put it together before?! Where there’s a bridge… Nathaniel grips the railing and hops on his good leg to turn and look over the side, where lies a hundred foot drop into a murky-looking river. …There’s water.

Nathaniel laughs, feeling like the biggest idiot alive. His poor heat-addled brain hadn’t even considered it. He calculates his odds and decides he’ll take his chances with gravity and the depth of the river below them. And if the water turns out not to be too shallow, at least it’ll be a quick death he supposes. 

“Nathaniel,” Romero says, stepping forward. “Don’t you dare. You’re not that dumb.”

“You’d be surprised how dumb I am,” Nathaniel says over his shoulder. The height is dizzying and that hysteria comes screaming back, laughter tearing up his throat at what he’s about to do. Romero says something else, but Nathaniel can’t make it out. He summons all his strength, jumps on his good leg and tosses himself over the side, still laughing like a madman as he plummets towards the muck.

As he falls, he hears a commotion on the bridge. Dozens of car doors opening and a bunch of screams. And somewhere in the distance, sirens. Lots of them. It seems that Nathaniel’s plan might have worked a bit too well, but it’s not his problem now. 

The river is.

#he got away! :D yay! #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Mer Roadtrip AU #🕊️ #answered #anon

[scribe-of-hael]

Can we also get some smokescreen headcanons >:3 muah hugs n kisses

Smokescreen headcanons! I admittedly don't know to much about Smokey outside if tfp but I do have a few !

•This bot is Goofy but he cares somuch, he's got such a big spark you have no IDEA

•He is never allowed to meet Mirage or Rodimus because choas will be the only thing these three will create

•He strikes me as someone who enjoys pop and R&B , with. Toss of some metal ~

•For someone reason I just have this vision that he saves a bunch of abandoned duck eggs and they all hatch and now he has a mini army of Ducklings

•if you give him a gift he is cherishing it for the restvoftime, he's keeping it in his alt mode if he can help it

• in a au I have, Smoke, Mirage and Volt (Vigh as a bot) are in trine together! The faster than fast speedster trine , I need jim to be a brother figure I JUST NEED IT

•He's the real leader for RID , I will not be taking criticism, let him lead he was literally a candidate to be a prime

•God he really is such a sweetheart behind all that dude bro energy

•really wants everyone to have a big race esspcially aginst Ko and Bee

•He really wants to do his best, he's a bit ovr excited but he really does like approval and praise for what's he's done

•Golden Retriever vibes on this one 100%

#transformers #my headcanons #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #There you Stars lol #Text #ask answered

[starsscarmyceiling]

Hello! I notice that you are a voracious Merrical shipper! This is a thing we share in common. I'm looking to write a few Merrin/Cal drabbles or shorts. I like to think I'm pretty alright at that part, but not so alright at coming up with initial ideas. Would you care to drop me some prompts you might have rattling around in your brain? I consider my strengths to be romance, fluff, hurt/comfort emotional type stuff. Space Chicken Soup for the Soul or something. Anything that allows me to say something about them as a romantic couple. Thanks!

I MEAN…what gave me away?? LOLOL of courseeeeeee I am a voracious shipper of our fav space ginger jedi and space goth best girl!! I am honored you’d reach out to me for such a thing anon. I do feel like I always just have fic ideas banging around in my head like a bunch of loose not approved space trash, so I would be happy to help! Now, did you want canonverse or AU prompts? Well I am here to give you both like the feral Merrical that I am. (also space chicken soup for the soul I cackled)

I hope you love tropes!

Haha some of these are just a few sentences and some of them are whoops Katie got a little carried away and already wrote out half the fic for you in the most unhinged, blathering manner you’ve ever seen so prepare yourself for that (it’s actually a lot of them so…🙃)

Canonverse:

Canon Compliant:

Alright, who doesn’t love a sexy spy intel fic? Yeah, pretty stereotypical plot, buy HEY listen. Okay, typical gathering intel mission at some cantina somewheres (and they are not together in my mind because of course that makes it more fun). Maybe there’s a drink or two…oh hey maybe even some dancing to appear nondescript…and wow hey they are at just the right place to complete the mission but OH—what is this the people they’re spying on are actually coming right for them WHAT SHOULD THEY DO TO DISTRACT—um come on is this even a question?? I personally think it would be more unexpected and satisfying if Cal were to be the one to initiate it.

Because of course he’s wanted to do this, kiss her like this, feel her like this. He’s kind of surprised he’s held out this long, and he’s nervous, feeling like he’s made a mistake because she’s not responsive, so he’s already formulating his extreme apology once they are in the clear—

He feels her fingertips slowly touch at the skin on his neck as her lips respond to his. The way in which it escalates caused Cal to forget what its intended purpose was because his brain blanked out as her body pressed to his, arms snaking around his neck now as it only seemed natural to wrap his around her… you know, something like that

UM, SPARRING??? Xcuse is there anything better?? A Jedi and a Nightsister can you imagine? It starts off innocent enough, but then hey Bogano is hot—perhaps Cal takes off his shirt, they get competitive trying to one up each other, Merrin takes off her shirt idk and of course there’s gots to be banter banter banter sethy sethy banter sethy, we’re all watching like YO these two want to SMOOSH their FACES TOGETHER RIGHT??? They have a moment, an impasse if you will, where they are very close or are actually just pressed up against one another, or hey maybe even one falls on top of the other—I’m not picky.

They realize they’ve gotten too carried away or crossed a line 🥵—blush blush or lingering lewks—but then they get a hold of themselves. Because hey, that’s a normal thing to do, right? Just have this sexually charged sparring session and brush up against your bud in the process?? I mean, we’ve all been there…

They’re both embarrassed, trying to scurry away to preserve their dignity…Merrin walks away first and then Cal like grunts with his hands in the air like wtfff why didn’t I kiss her??

~Later~ Cal’s beating himself up in his cot, tossing and turning on just how much Merrin means to him because it was weird and awkward for them at dinner and was he really imagining everything that’d built between them?

Cal just can’t let this go and gets up to confront her about it, and he gets up to find her in the hallway walking towards his room, and—he sees her face and automatically deflates because there’s conflict on her face. They again awkwardly kind of be like saying at the same time I’m sorry about that oof whoops I didn’t mean that unless maybe—okay well GNIGHT—

Cal goes back to bed, sits on his bed and sighs, knowing he biffed it again—almost starts spiraling disassociating, and then shakes his head like man wtf am I doing go to her—so he gets up again—he goes up to her door, hyping himself up, but then like two seconds later, Merrin opens it, and they are shocked, they stare, Cal goes in for it—pulls away—they stare—they both go in for it and hehe idk wtf do you think happens after that???????????//

Um, I am envisioning a dynamic where like, there has been some flirtsing between them, but nothing that has really committed to the bit, you know? And then they go on either a mission or go like to a marketplace (somewhere public) wherein one notices how much the other is getting checked out, and they are like ooof wow everyone in this Cantina is seeing how hot they are how could I even have a shot??? Well let me tell YOU babes…you do. you have a shot. You have the most shots. Just…shoot your shot. I feel like there should def be some unintentional swagger going on and the other is like wow why are they being so hot rn…THAT is rude.

They get home…there’s an awkward feeling where they don’t know how to act around them…and the other is like um tf is up with you??? And it’s like they forgot how to be a person around them…what?? What is hUmAN iNteRaCtIon???? Would you I—how do I—*wheezes* Okay the more I write this out the more fun I think it would be for Merrin to be getting all flustered about this (esp because she is usually the one that is seen to be more composed). It’s up to you but come on there is much room for Cal busting out that charm he doesn’t even realize he has and Merrin is just 🥵 swoon. Also him taking off his shirt for no reason or looking hawt while doing Jedi shit. Then she just snaps. We love to see it. Just think about it. I know you are. Please write this shit for us I beg of you.

I also like the thought of Cal looking for something in the mantis, and he accidentally picks up one of Merrin’s things without thinking about it and sees an echo from her. It actually isn’t sad. It’s a happy one, which for some reason seems to only make it worse. He doesn’t exactly know how to address it with her and starts to feel awkward around her. Sometimes he really resents the fact that people’s private moments are just projected into his head. They are tasked to do something together on another planet, where she eventually confronts him on why he is acting weird. He tries to play it off with some lame excuse and she sees right through him and stalks off.

He sighs, setting out to find her, where she is at like an outside café or hell somewhere super secluded. Cal sits down with her without a word. They are silent for a bit, but then he tells her of a happy memory that he has of him and Jaro and their battalion, or maybe something from the temple.

She is happy he’s shared something intimate with her, but then she questions where this is coming from. Then he is pulling something out of his poncho, dropping it into her lap. There are profuse apologies coming from him and tells her what he saw. It was a complete accident. Upon seeing the object, she tells Cal it’s fine she knew he didn’t do it on purpose, but there still seems to be something bothering her.

Cal says how sometimes it’s easy to forget there were better times before this, and thinking about those memories now almost makes them feel tainted.

Merrin tells him that she thought she’d never have another happy memory again. But then she tells him of the first good one she made with him. He smiles, feeling bashful. Merrin says knowing that I still can be happy makes me feel like my past wasn’t for nothing. And I have you to thank for that. They decide they should be getting back and stand…one of them starts to hesitate, and the other notices, asking what is wrong…but then the former approaches them and perhaps they kith I mean of course they kith this is a fanfic after all I mean what else are we doing here.

Who doesn’t love a mission where Cal has taken too long (with Saw or the partisans or whatever), and Merrin is really starting to worry that something bad has happened to him. She can’t feel him through the force and she has devolved into a nervous wreck (up to you what the state of their relationship is at this point). Cere and Greez do their best to try and distract or comfort her. she feels her heart rip apart in her chest because she just cannot go through this again—she’s already lost her sisters and almost lost him too. Him being gone and uncertain of his fate is making her face how she truly feels about him, which makes it only worse.

She is trying to distract herself with practicing her magicks, menial tasks, meditation, sparring techniques that Cal has taught her—which just makes her think of him just like everything eventually does.

And just when she thought she truly was going to lose her mind, resorting to shutting out these feelings she’s only just realized, she feels him, something that is only a flicker compared to how bright he normally feels—and she’s running, she can teleport, but she just wants to chase this feeling of where he is—because if she doesn’t she is just simply going to lose her mind—

There he is, at the top of the ramp, and there is this moment where they meet eyes (and wow our boy could certainly be injured, which could explain why she didn’t feel him before), and they are running towards each other—and wow what a beautiful reunion of DON’T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN and such things. Could have a debriefing session looking over the sunset of Bogano where ✨feelings✨ are discussed. If they aren’t together certainly someone shoving their face into the other for the first time, or if they already are def have the L word thrown around…also there has to be a ‘coming back to you was like coming home’ moment because yes. Should be full of fun timez.

Canon Divergent:

I love love looooove the idea of Merrin has been able to get off Dathomir and becomes a bounty hunter (and Ventress is alive and thriving and living her best life OF COURSE), and perhaps they sometimes work together (it is my own personal HC that these two are aunt and niece together but I digress). And guess who are the most wanted beezies in the galaxy??? JEDI. And there’s a redheaded Jedi going around causing a lot of trouble.

Merrin is on a planet and happens to find him in a Cantina. He fits the description with his build and his hair, despite the hood he is trying to conceal himself with. Perhaps most people would miss him, but not this Nightsister. She follows him to somewhere secluded, and he of course senses her and is like um why are you following me…you know the answer to that, she says. He knows he’s discovered and so don’t we have a FUN Jedi Nightsister brawl. Both catches one another off guard with their abilities…but of course we know who has to get the upper hand if this fic is going to progress.

Cal is captured…there are some fun moments in captivity where Cal is like please don’t do this…do you really want to give the Empire what they want, and she is just like fuming Jedi are liars and selfish thieves bit. Could go a few different directions from here. I like the thought of another group ambushing them, and Cal offers to help and she is like no you are my prisoner and he is like girl would you rather die? So she reluctantly says FINE Jedi—he ends up accidentally touching something of hers in the midst and feels an echo that you know, reveals some sad shit and she is like WTF ARE YOU DOING WE NEED TO GET A MOVE ON IT BUDDY—

They end up having to crash land anyway—perhaps onto an uninhibited planet or one with a small population…Cal saves Merrin, and when she wakes up and realizes what he has done and she is almost resentful. Why would he do such a thing. She takes her anger out on him. And he just takes it all. And it makes her even more angry that he isn’t even reacting to it like he was before.

Eventually when she is done, he tells her that the Jedi weren’t the monsters she was told they were. Perhaps he even busts out the object he touched before and tosses it to her. He apologizes and explains what happened on the ship before he stands, explaining everything that needs to be fixed on the ship.

He’s walking away, but he pauses, idk if you want to bust out the ‘I know what it’s like to lose everything’ line here but I don’t think it would be a bad place. Or at least something to that degree. And you know what progresses after that…(psst, it’s their relationship) Holy shit the more I’ve gotten into this the more I need it please someone write this I may die without it!

(OR—another direction you can go with it is that they are both captured by WHOMSTever and they have to work together to escape…I mean who could truly stop a Jedi and a Nighsister reluctantly working together? I truly pity the fool)

Clone Wars AU where Cal and Jaro are assigned to try and recruit the Nightsisters to try and get the upper hand in the war with Dooku (lol I wouldn’t say exactly a Dark Disciple route but that’s up to you). Merrin is voluntold (the opposite of volunteered) by Mother Talzin to try and become allies with the Jedi (they could have their own shady Nightsister ulterior motive going on as well), and Merrin reluctantly goes with the Jedi. And oooooooOoOooo wow the shenanigans that can ensue from that. (Merrin also has to try really hard not to lose her shit over leaving Dathomir for the first time in her life). I’d imagine a lot of frustrations from both parties. The clones mercilessly make fun of Cal and his Nightsister gf (but they also have to tell him what’s up). He thinks she’s unreasonably obtuse and rude, and she thinks he’s frustratingly smug/arrogant. Merrin could prove to be a definite asset in battle. Cal probably thinks it’s hawt 😳 OH NO SHE’S HOT SEE LOOK HOW WE GOT HERE WE LIKE TO HAVE FUN HERE.

Now suddenly she’s mysterious and complex, and he’s frustrated that he wants to know more. He’s actually the sweetest person she’s ever seen and she’s angry about it. She constantly has to check in with her sisters and it’s getting harder and harder to go behind his back or deny that she maybe might not hate him anymore she maybe even may want to smooch him WOAH who knows. They bond over feeling used in this war. Come on. You got it from here right?

AUs:

Modern:

Idk why this has been in my head but like—(I imagine them as good friends with insane chemistry, well, they always have insane chemistry but you know what I mean), and they are at a party, probably drinking involved, because that could give you some like beer pong shenanigans if you so choose. They have a good fun time, maybe there’s a moment where either one of them (depending on who’s POV you are using) thinks it’s gonna happen. Merrin smiles in just the right way, or Cal says something dorky and adorable like he does, and I mean…they’re in a fanfic, so of course they get INTERRUPTED—

They may either be too tried or too drunk to leave, and they end up both on the couch, and hey at the time it seemed like a perfectly normal thing for them to just fall asleep like that. Cal probably still tries to respect Merrin’s boundaries and though her face is like literal centimeters from his, he tries his best to give her space and awkwardly contorts his body so he is still not touching her. But Merrin still rests her head on his arm anyway, and both of them feel that warmth and rush throughout their bodies because maybe perhaps also Cal tucks her Merrin’s hair behind her ear just before they fall asleep—

AND IN THE MORNING, they’re closer now, both of them in that haze of awakening, their lips are ever so barely touching, BUT THEN—they spring apart. Their eyes are wild on each other and within this space, seconds tick by as the gravity of that sinks in before they give each other one last heated look and then they are just macking on each other let’s GOOOOOOOO

My goodest frond @arosesee (who thought of this and the next three ideas) actually just came up with this one, and I LOVE it. A direct quote from her, “Mom Merrin subbing for Dad Kestis at a PTA meeting I would DIE,” and I mean basically. And I am not even someone who normally goes for fics with kids, but omg I would go feral for this one. Can you imagine? Cal is friends with all the moms and they are just smitten with him, and they are always like so when do we get to meet your wife?

And he’s like lol y’all ain’t ready for that smoke…but then hey Cal gets sick or something and so his goth wife has to step in and demand why they aren’t disciplining her children more I mean do they know who their father is??? And the moms just had no idea what Merrin was about, so they are just a bit surprised. UGH, I would be obsessed. Obsessed.

A stranded island survivor metrical fic could be fun. AHHHHH omg can you imagine all the arguing and the bickering and the 👀 —back to bickering again

“Oooooorrr a one-shot meet cute tourist trap with Merrin working the cash register and Cal the campy decked out tourist tripping over himself cause he doesn't want to be inconsiderate but ohmygod she's so pretty

He like TOTALLY drops his wallet (probably drops it twice)”

He’s like there for a thing—like maybe a family thing with Cere and Greez and it just turns into them constantly running into each other (um should the wallet dropping bit be throughout uh yeah I think so and at the end SHE picks it up akakakakakkakk), and finally she eyes him, sighing, and invites him to the hotel bar or a local spot, basically just yanking him along and Cal is just like okAYYYY 😍

“Ooooh one more idea, both of them are college RAs for the same dorm building, and it's super awkward but FINE during the meeting but then they have to plan weekly socials for the baby freshmen TOGRTHRr and like it's fine like so totally fine”....Narrator: it was not fine

This one was suggested by my boo @galacticsirensong: “Listen I want a carnival AU now with Cal going on the ferris wheel alone cuz his date stood him up. He bought allllll these tickets and doesn’t wanna waste them. So he decides to hop on the ride but the carnie operator is like yelling into the crowd STEP RIGHT UP! STEP RIGHT UP!  ANYONE WANNA GO FOR A RIDE WITH THIS GINGER? WE GOT A LONELY GINGER, LADIES!! ANY TAKERS??

Merrin is like at her aunt’s palm reading tent nearby (see this is where I continue to push forward that Asajj is Merrin’s aunt agenda leave me alone). She overhears the ruckus and notices  Cal is completely mortified. So she just squeezes through the narrow gaps of people, goes up the steps, takes a ticket from Cal and hands it to the operator without a word.”

Cal barely has time to register her before she sits down and starts moving, and he like clears throat um--

Merrin’s just like I hate this ride operator he’s always trying to embarrass people like that so I am doing this out of spite

Then they kind of notice one another may be cute and well Cal’s stumbling over his words like he do, and Merrin pretends not to be flustered by it because she is into that shit, and once the ride is over....Merrin’s just like well let’s spend the rest of these tickets

Because you know, out of spite for Cal being stood up

AND THAT’S IT

Harry Potter:

Either them being students or teachers. But Cal is a NERD happy go lucky Hufflepuff and Merrin is a typical broody Slytherin. Perhaps they have to work together either on curriculum or a class project, and neither are really that happy about it. I could see Cal trying to be overly positive about the situation just to be able to get through this because she is such an edgelord, and Merrin could take it as him being insincere or fake. (IF they are students, you can play around with Merrin rolling her eyes at Cal being a teacher’s pet, but then at the same time she is a total know it all LOL).

(ALSO could Cal still have his psychometry powers I know this an AU but come on it’s a crossover we do what we want who is to say an Earth wizard can’t do such a thing)

They could come from tragic pasts that they are very reluctant to share…but somehow they manage to start…getting along? Lol I love the thought of them rolling their eyes at the other houses like omfg Ravenclaws are such know it alls or the Gryffindors are such bruts. Maybe there’s Quidditch involved…only adding to the rivalry. But that is for YOU to decide, isn’t it???

Old West:

Sorry I am on some Red Dead Redemption shit but I simply cannot help myself but to shove all of my favorite things together alright. (@namesonboats I am looking at chuuu 🤠) Cal is apart of some kind of roaming squad (IF you chose a band of outlaws I wouldn’t be opposed), and they are in this one town for a bit. He starts to go to a general store where a Russian aunt and niece run it, and a lot of people just assume Merrin doesn’t even speak any English and dismiss her a lot of the time. But maybe he’s seen her at one of the saloons or tending to one of her horses and thinks that there’s more to her than what she is presenting to the world (and lol she is prettyyyy 😍)

He goes into the store with Greez one day, and he ends up asking Merrin something, and Greez is like lol why do you bother she isn’t going to answer you. Cal is like pssssh this girl is trolling all of you I just know it. Merrin looks at him like he’s grown a second head, and then Asajj comes out and starts to put on the charm and Merrin just yeets right out of there.

Perhaps Cal was wrong. Maybe she didn’t understand him, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t want to get to know her. So he just continues to go to the store anyway and keeps talking to her all the time (We all know the boy can ramble let’s go). Maybe he even runs into her at other parts of town, or even on the outskirts where she’s taken her horse out, and he happens upon her while he’s on his. She does some target practice with a pistol and he’s impressed. He wished he at least knew her name.

There’s a Russian woman in their group, and Cal asks her about a few Russian phrases, to which she complies, but then asks why. Cal is all SUPER red and is just like LOL NO REASON K THX BYEEEE!

Cal goes into the shop, tries out a phrase or two, attempts a hello and asks her how she is doing. He feels like he is making a fool of himself, but then he swears out of the corner of his eye he sees her smirk. He asks her name in Russian, and she sighs…so Cal assumes he’s asked her wrong he clearly couldn’t remember it right and looks at the ground. “Merrin,” she says. His heart races. Asajj comes out and interrupts them OF COURSE.

The gang wants to move on soon, but Cal isn’t ready to let go. It seems silly because practically every interaction they’ve had have been one sided conversations, but he still goes to the store nonetheless and tells her they are going to be leaving. She looks at him poignantly, and he still just doesn’t know if she’s pretending or really doesn’t understand. He dips his cowboy hat to her and tells her it was nice meetin’ ya milady dasvidaniya.

Merrin shouldn’t be disappointed in the American man who came into her shop all the time to annoy her, really it doesn’t matter. How could it? He was really just a nuisance more than anything else, that Calvin ‘Cal’ Kestis.

But, he was truly the only person that she could recall in what feels like a lifetime that looked her in her eyes, talked to her like a person, even if it was at annoying constancy. And GD he even learned some Russian just for her...but she tries to just forget about that handsome, redheaded cowboy all the same.

Merrin is tasked to travel to a few towns over to pick up a delivery for the store, and after the long journey wherein she is going to have to spend the night anyway, so she decides to go to one of the saloons. She rolls her eyes as she sips at her whiskey because more than one man has approached her and thought she was a hooker.

A brawl breaks out and she rolls her eyes harder. Stupid men. All of them were just children.

But then this man comes in the middle of it and tries to break it up. His voice sounds familiar, but she thinks he’s hearing things. She tries to tune it out, but notices he gets punched anyway, and his hat flies off. Yeah, no there was no denying that red hair. She wants to leave, but she can’t; she’s stuck on her stool. Once the fight finally ceases, Cal is with that small man he came into the store with sometimes as he retrieves his hat. He talks with the short man, and she thinks he’s going to leave, and he is just going to be lost to her again, but then he seems to stay for another drink, probably wanting to nurse that black eye he’s no doubt going to get.

He sits at one of the stools and downs a drink. Oh lordt should she go up to him now? After everything she’s lost, it seemed ridiculous to do such a thing, but she finds her feet moving of her own volition. Oh GOD what is she even going to say.

“That is quite the punch you took,” she says, sitting down next to him, “I probably have something in my supplies that could help with that.”

Cal whips his head to her and quickly voices her name, which she was certain he was going to forget. And he seemed most certainly shocked that yes she does indeed know English and has this whole time.

There’s smiles all around as he offers to buy her a drink and she accepts. But she also has to make fun of how terrible his Russian was.

Lol was that enough of the plot for you. AND I MEAN GD I’VE DONE IT AGAIN—

Treasure Hunters:

SHUT UP NO I AM NOT JUST THINKING OF ALL MY FAV VIDEO GAMES THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH UNCHARTED GET THAT THOUGHT OUT OF YOUR HEAD. Cal and Greez are a typical team that also work a lot with Cere.

For this new job, they have to go to Russia for like whatever treasure is there, and Cere has recruited a new member, a surly woman named Merrin that was apparently an expert in Russian history and treasure and all of that (maybe even chemistry or something too because our girl is SMORT). But she is mean and yeah maybe he thinks it’s a little hot but that is besides the point. Why is she even here him and Greez have always gotten along just fine. Do they have to steal something from a Russian big wig crime boss, yeah most probably. Merrin looks WAY too sethy 🥵 in her dress as she tries to distract the men Cal needs to get around…they get caught of course and wooo, calamity ensues.

They get to the location, and whenever they have to make camp, she is always off by herself, even when Cere invites her to sit with them.

Come on this is also a PERFECT opportunity for Cal to show off some parkour skills. And Merrin doesn’t notice them. No, she doesn’t notice them at all she is adamantly not looking—dammit, she looked.

They get deeper and deeper into this job. Cal opens up about how he was an orphan and Greez took him in when they are checking out one of the rooms in this abandoned site. He doesn’t really know why he’s telling her this, but he’s just caught her sad face too many times for him to not think about what was going on in her head. But she’s made it clear she’s only here for the job and doesn’t really care about any of them, so this whole venture was useless anyway.

They still bicker, oH LORDT do they fight about everything. Cere and Greez just assume they are going to bone if they haven’t already. Cal gets all defensive when Greez asks about it like NO…where did you even GET that from omG.

They find the underground area they’ve been trying to get to…and of COURSE the gang gets separated. Cal and Merrin end up in a room they can’t find their way out of. They are STUCK. WtF Cal is stuck with this grump and Merrin is stuck with this way too enthused arrogant asshole—

They try all their options and argue the whole time. They don’t know how long they’ve been stuck in here, but Cal still insists she has the last of the water. And she insists he has the last protein bar. Maybe there was only one bed roll you never know....

Merrin doesn’t know why, but she opens up to him about how she got into all of this. Her mother, that is how her parents met in this deathtrap of an industry, was always fascinated in this treasure in particular. In some sort of stupid way, she thought she was honoring her…it sounds stupid now.

It doesn’t sound stupid, Cal declares.

And look at that they have to WoRk ToGEtHeR to get out and there haaas to be close proximity and touching for that to happen. Come on now I know you have it in you. SOOOOO, yeah that was that one.

Was that enough?? I am so freaking sorry that I pretty much wrote out like almost all the plot to like…most of these. I would start with an idea and before I knew it—I was several paragraphs deep and what is my life. No excuses…I have no way to defend myself…don’t look at me

ANYONE out there, please, if any of these ideas inspire you, take them and roll with it! You in no way are obligated to follow my outlines directly. Take it, make it your own, or follow my plot, IDC, as long as we are getting some more Merrical content out there! Hell, you could even do a combination, a continuation, whatever you want! I was having a pretty shitty week, so this was honestly a fun distraction for me to put together. I can’t believe I went this insane...but actually no I am not.

And if anyone has any more ideas, don’t be shy! Comment on this post, DM me, or write into my ask box. I would love to get your thoughts out there for all of us to see! I am like so thrilled about the amount of Merricals coming out from the woodwork. YESSS, these space nerds just belong together no matter the universe! So I really hope this helped you anon! Would love to add to this list with all y’alls ideas!

Also, if any of you wanted to bounce these ideas or any other ideas you had, also please don’t hesitate to reach out! I am always here to have a fic sesh, believe you me.

Alright, well.. I’ve rambled long enough for the next 500 years, I’ll just…see myself out.

And I am just going to tag some of my Merrical peeps (and ones I know that are around even if we haven't talked before) if you guys are at all interested in writing or contributing! 🥰

@namesonboats @believe-in-alderaan @misfitz-7 @myfaenwy @starryjediknight @dolcid @wayfaringjedi @separatist-apologist @mistressorinoco

#ooooof wow #i perhaps might have ran a little wild with this one folks #or maybe a lot #but like??? hopefully some of these may inspire you???? #i certainly hope so #i think i put out a nice plethora #a smattering if you will #anyway #let's go merricals let's GOOOO!!! #i expect to see a lot more fics in the ao3 tag now #lol jk no pressure but that would be awesome #okay genuinely will stfu now #calmerrin #cal x merrin #merrical #merrical fanfic #fanfic #merrical fic recs #ask

[mosylufanfic]

I have a rebelcaptain prompt for you (i was thinking modern au, but whatever catches your fancy:

Cassian is planning on proposing, and he’s getting a bunch of tips from all kinds of people. Most people say to get her a ring, preferably with diamonds, either one big ass one or several, but he knows that’s not right for her. He ends up finding something that most people wouldn’t think of as “appropriate” (for example a knife of a type of less valuable mineral.

The moment I read this prompt, I remembered my Valentine's story from a few years ago. So this is a sequel.

Send me a prompt for NaNo!

It's About the Bling

Cassian swiped through the website, frowning to himself.

"What are you looking at?"

He jumped and scrambled to switch off his phone. "Nothing."

His friend narrowed his eyes, setting their coffees down on the table between them. "That is impossible. You were looking at something." He narrowed his eyes further. "Something that you don't want me to know about. Is this a - " He looked disdainful. "A surprise for me?"

"I know better," Cassian said. Kay didn't take well to surprises or big changes. Or unexpected news. Or mild inconveniences. "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's exactly the subterfuge you would undertake if you were planning a surprise."

He grimaced. He'd probably better come clean right now or Kay might never speak to him again when he did find out. "Okay," he sighed, holding the phone out. "This is what I was looking at."

Kay surveyed the screen. "You don't wear jewelry," he said. "Especially not rings. And these look very expensive. Why were you looking at them?"

"Really?" Cassian said.

"Yes, really, why were you looking at them?"

"Kay," he said. "Kay, I'm, uh, I'm planning to propose. To Jyn," he added, as if Kay might think he wanted to marry anybody other than his adored girlfriend of three years, who lived with him, and who had a semi-serious ongoing war with Kay. 

Kay was silent for several seconds, then handed his phone back. "Today was going so well."

-

Kes was much more excited for him. "That's amazing, man! It's about time!" He pounded him on the back. "Wait til I tell Shara! Oh, should I keep this a secret?"

"Why?"

"Well, Shara and Jyn go to the same kickboxing class. But she can keep her lips zipped if she has to."

"What, you think Jyn doesn't know?"

"Um?" Kes scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah?"

"We've talked about it," Cassian said. "I wasn't even sure she was up for marriage. But she says as long as it's to me, she's in."

Kes looked disappointed. "So you basically already proposed."

"Not really. I mean, it's not official."

"Man, you really have no idea about romance."

"Just because I'm not booking a mariachi band and a glitter cannon for my proposal."

"Took me days to get that shit out of my hair," Kes said cheerfully. "But she was surprised."

"Glitter cannons aren't really Jyn," Cassian said. He wasn't a hundred percent sure it was Shara, either, but whatever, she'd married Kes. Clearly it had worked. 

"Please tell me you're at least getting her a decent ring."

"Well, I'm trying."

-

"Mmm," Bodhi said. "Hmmm. Hunh."

Jyn put one of his couch pillows over her face. "They're all glittery," she said.

"I mean," he said. "They're nice." He was scrolling through the email that Cassian had sent to Jyn, with different rings he'd found. 

"I don't do glittery!"

"I know you don't, but this is going to be your engagement ring."

"Right. That I've got to wear. All day."

"Your entire life," Bodhi said.

"Fuck," Jyn said.

 "Hey." He tossed her phone aside. "You okay about this? You never really wanted to get married."

"I know, but it's Cassian. It wouldn't be like being married. It'd just be us. Together. You know?"

"Yeah, that's what being married is," Bodhi said. "Just you, together. With a whole legal component."

"No, I mean, I never wanted to be someone's little wifey, making casseroles and shit. How's your day, here's your slippers and your newspaper. A house in the burbs. White picket fence. A dog and two-point-five kids."

"I think you've watched way too many old sitcoms," Bodhi said. "You know it's not 1956, right?"

"Right, yeah, I know, but my point is, Cassian wouldn't want that anyway. So I'm not, uh, like  - "

"Scared?" Bodhi suggested.

She bared her teeth at him, which was how he knew he was right. "I want to be married to him," she said, picking up the phone and looking at the screenful of glitter and bling with a resigned expression. "I just have to get through all the wedding shit first."

-

"Did you get my email?" Cassian asked that night as they were putting dinner together.

"Yeah," she said, focusing hard on the carrots that she was slicing into perfect round coins. 

He was teaching her how to cook, because the last time it had been her turn to cook at the firehouse, all the others on shift had dialed out for pizza without even letting her try. Which was a little insulting. But maybe what she deserved, considering she'd had to take a fire extinguisher to her last attempt at dinner, and she was still weathering the teasing from that. 

"And," he prompted. "What did you think?"

Jyn swerved her thoughts from finding fire extinguishers in her locker to the ring pictures Cassian had sent her. "I - they, uh - "

He switched off the burner under the sauce and turned to her. "Jyn."

Faced with his stupid big brown eyes, she folded. "I hated them," she groaned. "I'm sorry. I know you must have spent hours picking those out. But they're just - they weren't - "

"You," he said. "They weren't you."

"No."

He rubbed his hand over his face. "I knew that," he admitted. "But Kes was all like, you need a rock, you need bling, she's gonna want to show it off."

"A rock would cut my gloves up," she said. "Although, you know Cinta? The one in my EMT classes? She puts her engagement ring on a chain. So that's not completely a no-go."

"Do you really want a rock?"

"No," she said. "Not those. And they were so expensive. We can't afford that."

"Well, those places are set up with payment plans," he said. 

"Great. So you can still be paying off my engagement ring when we're eighty and feeding each other applesauce."

He kissed her forehead. "You'll be very sexy eating applesauce." 

"Perv." She flipped him off and went back to slicing carrots. "Just find me something simple. That's all. And less blingy. And not that expensive."

"So, something small and cheap," he mused. "Where's the nearest gumball machine?"

She threw a carrot at him.

-

He was still teasing her about it when they visited the sweets shop on the corner, their next mutual day off. "Look," he said, fishing around the bin of Ring Pops that Chirrut insisted on having for the children. "Green or purple?"

Baze looked disgusted. "Since when do you eat solidified corn syrup?"

"Since always, but not here. He's making fun of me." She leaned on the counter, squinting at his hand. "Here, Baze, lemme see your ring."

He held out his hand. It was a simple platinum ring without outward decoration, but she knew from listening to Chirrut tell the story that it had the date they'd met carved on the inside. It was thick and plain and secretly sentimental, just like Baze. "Why the sudden interest?" he asked.

"Oh, well, uh - " She shrugged. "You know. We're planning on it." She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "Me and this idiot here."

He smiled, slow and quiet, and covered her hand with his. "Congratulations. I'm happy for you. Both of you," he added as Cassian came up, looping his arm around her from behind.

"Thank you," he said, kissing Jyn's cheek. 

She blinked against sudden tears. "Thanks. Um. What'd you do? You and Chirrut."

"For this? Ordered it."

"No, did you have an engagement ring or something?" How did that work? 

"We got married as soon as we could. We knew we belonged to each other. Who else matters?"

-

The thing was, Jyn did want something to mark her engagement. Maybe for Chirrut and Baze, just knowing had been fine. But she wanted something she could look at and touch and think, yeah, he gave that to me and I'm his and he's mine. 

But nothing they looked at seemed to fit. 

Solitaires and channel set and plain. Diamonds and emeralds and rubies. Nothing looked like anything she could wear for a lifetime. And so fucking expensive. Even when they looked for rings that didn't have anything to do with weddings or engagements, it all seemed marked up to the moon. 

"There's a gem and mineral show coming to town," Cassian suggested after one particularly tense browsing session. "Why don't we just go look?"

"You know what happened at the jewelry store," she muttered. They'd been asked, nicely but very firmly, never to come back. Fine by her. 

"I've worked security for the show before," Cassian said. "Nobody's on commission and it's a lot cheaper. Come on. We don't have to pick anything. Just look at things and figure out if anything looks even close to what you want."

"Fine," she sighed.

-

Parking at the convention center was a nightmare, and Jyn was ready to commit homicide by the time she walked in. But it definitely wasn't the jewelry store, with its bright lights and rows of glass cases, and the salesgirls with shiny white teeth and too much perfume not-very-subtly suggesting that carat size equated to how much Cassian loved her. 

This was more like a bazaar, crammed with people, booth after booth with something different everywhere you looked. Strands of beads and costume jewelry and giant hunks of rocks and rock-hound supplies and - 

"Meteorites," she breathed, stopping dead at a booth. "Really meteorites?"

"Got 'em on the Aldhani Plain in Antarctica. A lot of meteorites are harvested there because - "

"You can see them on the snow," she finished, reaching for one. 

"That one'll run you about three hundred dollars."

She curled her fingers into her palm again. "Shit, that's a lot."

"For that size and quality? I could get twice that online, but it's a special show price. We've got some smaller ones over here."

She hovered over the display, looking at meteorites that looked almost lacy, and others melted to smoothness by the heat of them screaming through the atmosphere, and others with blobs of different minerals polka-dotting their surface. 

"Hey," Cassian said. 

She didn't ask how he'd found her. He always seemed to find her. "Look at this," she said gleefully. "It came from fucking outer space. Cruised the solar system and then burned through the atmosphere. Millions of miles of stardust before it landed here for a bunch of apes in clothes to gawk at it."

"That's really cool," he said. 

"Look, this one's magnetic."

He smiled at her, then caught the booth owner's eye. "You got any jewelry?" 

She looked up. He mouthed, Just look, at her. 

"Sure," said the booth owner. "Pendants? Rings?"

"Rings."

He pulled out a tray. They were closer to what Jyn wanted. Simple, not expensive. Nothing that jumped up and down yelling her name, but closer. "Some nice ones here. What's your ring size?" he asked Cassian.

"Not me," he said. "Her."

"Oh, well, here's the ones for ladies." The owner pulled out another tray, this one with a locking glass lid. These rings were smaller, but considerably blingier, diamonds and colored stones glittering with blackish-grey meteorite accents set in the bands. 

"Oh," Jyn said. "Uh. Not those." She smiled tightly.

"We've got some simpler designs up on this row - "

She barely glanced at them. "Nah. I'm good."

"I could do a commission - "

"Let's go." She grabbed Cassian's hand. 

"Hey," he said when they were a few steps away. "Wait a minute."

"Sorry," she said, looking at his shirtfront. 

He pushed her hair out of her eyes. "You liked those meteorites. I thought - "

She shook her head. "They weren't right. Nothing's right."

He paused for a long moment. The babble of the gem show filled her ears. "Do you even want a ring?"

Her eyes shot to his. "You know I want to marry you." Did he think she was chickening out? Trying to softball her way out of forever with him?

"And I want to marry you," he said, intensely patient. Fuck, she didn't deserve this man. "Does it have to be a ring for our engagement? Can it be something else?"

She blinked at him. Rings equaled engagement. Everyone knew that. What else could - "Like what?"

He wove his fingers through hers. "Let's go look."

-

"Well," Kay said in the tones of a man who'd been carefully coached and possibly threatened. "It is unique."

"Yup," Jyn said happily, letting the pendant on its silver chain drop back to her chest. They'd decided to throw a barbeque as an engagement party and their tiny backyard was crammed with what felt like everyone they knew. 

"I mean," Bodhi said, intensely fair, "a meteorite necklace. It's really you, Jyn."

"Pallasite," she said. "Came screaming through the atmosphere, and it melted and reformed into a bunch of olivine crystals embedded in solid metal. Cassian, show them yours."

He fished his pendant out of his shirt. It was slightly bigger, and a different shape. But it matched Jyn's. 

"So you," Kes said. "You both bought an engagement . . . pendant? For yourselves?"

"I bought hers and she bought mine," Cassian said. "And we've asked the guy to make the wedding rings. Gold with embedded meteorite."

"And you proposed right there. In front of the meteorites."

"People clapped," Jyn said. "There's a video somewhere online."

"I don't get you."

"What's not to get?" his wife asked him. "You got me bling because I love bling." She fluttered her fingers at him and her engagement ring glittered. "Jyn and Cassian are like the definition of alternative."

"I've just never heard of a guy wearing an engagement necklace, that's all."

Chirrut said, "Baze, remember our old friends Rex and Cody? They did that, to mark their union."

Baze said. "1973. Matching pendants with silver and sapphires. Nothing new under the sun, younglings."

"I guess," Kes said. "But - "

"Why should she get all the jewelry?" Cassian said. "Besides, when the light hits it just right - " He held up his pendent to the light and twisted it a few times to different angles.  "Ah." He smiled. "It looks like her eyes."

"Sap," Jyn said, and kissed him. 

FINIS

#Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #modern AU #romance is strictly in the eye of the beholder #star wars

[millenari]

2 for wip ask game? Time travel is a crazy concept

Number 2, the timetraveling 7kittens au! This one is inspired by the 'pulled seven kittens out of a hat' line from Misto's song that people often hc to mean that Misto is trans and has given birth to kittens before. This au is an offshoot of Gold Rush, in which only a few elements are changed (most notably that Misto is trans). The story starts when, one night on the junkyard (perhaps only a year or two prior to the events of the show) a group of seven kittens come trotting into the junkyard, claiming to be Tugger and Misto's litter from the future. The kittens have no idea how they got stuck in the past (and had no idea they'd even moved through time at first) so Misto and the others are stuck taking care of the little guys while all the resident magical cats try to put their heads together and figure out how the litter got there, and why. I don't want to call this story 'dark' but it could be severely triggering for some people, because it has a lot to do with Misto struggling with dysphoria due to his heats and the idea of becoming pregnant in the future. The concepts of choice and fate and destiny and such are tossed around a lot, and Misto spends a lot of time struggling with the feeling of having no control of his body. He has to wrestle with these feelings all the while he grows fonder and fonder of the kittens he'd initially resented, and also has to re-evaluate his relationship to Tugger along the way. And if all of that wasn't complicated enough, one kitten of the litter in particular, Victor, is a little too much like Misto for his own good. Or at least, Misto thinks so. Another way too long summary. Anyways, snippet:

Misto waves his paws a little, incredulous. “Don’t you want to know if you actually make your own choices?”

“No. Because I know I do.” Reaching over, Tugger rips a small chunk off of Misto’s fish, and then proceeds to chuck it across the clearing. He’s lucky it’s empty right now, or he would’ve probably hit someone.

“Tugger!” Misto barks, taken aback.

“See? I just chose to do that. I know that for a fact.”

“And if every existing— existing universal iteration of you did that exact same thing at this exact same time? Is it still you choosing?”

“Yes. You know how I know?”

“How?” Misto sighs.

“Because I chose to. Just now.” When Misto groans again and leans back against the crate behind him, Tugger smugly adds, “Put that one in your diary.”

“Do you really not care about any of this?”

“What? Destiny? No. A bunch of shit happens and then we get reborn into a new life. And then a bunch of shit happens again. Repeat for eternity. We’re cats, Misto, how much does any of this matter?”

“Because I want to know where I’m headed!” Misto exclaims up at the stars, gesturing at his chest. “I want to know if there’s any point in fighting against— my destiny, or my future, or whatever.”

“You don’t need to ‘fight’ your destiny at all, Misto.”

“That’s easy for you to say!” Misto exclaims, sitting up to look over at Tugger. “You were born in the right body! All I fucking do is try to work against what the universe hands me, and if there’s a possibility that there’s no point in it and I have no say—”

“Then what?” Tugger asks wryly. “You’ll just stop?”

Misto pauses. He scratches his nose before admitting, “Well. No.”

“There you go. Just do your thing, Misto.” He leans back against the crates, folding his arms behind his head. “Who cares about destiny and shit.”

#cats fan on main #thank youu! :D

[snelbz]

‘Til Death Do Us Part {Chapter Three}

Elorcan. Rockstar Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab.

‘Til Death Do Us Part Masterlist

Elide

—

I had just finished making a batch of bath bombs when my front door burst open.

“I have found the answer to your problem.”

“The problem of the heart attack you just gave me?” I ask, my hand pressed to my chest, trying to calm it’s racing as I turn towards Aelin.

She raises one perfectly shaped brow and glares at me, like she wasn’t the one who just blew into my apartment with no prior warning. “No, the problem of your constant state of singleness.”

I roll my eyes as I dry my hands and then cross the room, back to the body form I’d been working on. I’d just gotten a new fabric I wanted to try out, but hadn’t decided what direction I would take it yet. “My being single isn’t a problem.”

Aelin scoffs. “Are you sure about that? You haven’t been in a relationship in years and the last guy you went on a date with didn’t even take you inside. I dare say that you’re better acquainted with what’s inside your nightstand than I am with Rowan.”

I flinch. “Gods, okay, don’t hold back.”

Her smile wavered. “Sorry, but you know it’s true. Now, we can both agree that dating is the issue, right? Trying to find someone sucks.”

I look up at her, suspicion contorting my thoughts. “I won’t say you’re wrong.” 

“Well,” she begins, hopping up on my work table and crossing her legs, “what if I were to tell you that you could skip dating entirely?”

I blink, taking a moment to try and make sense of her question but after a moment passes, I’ve got nothing. “I have a feeling I’m going to need wine for this conversation,” I murmur and head back into the kitchen. She follows me.

“Just give me a second to explain and don’t say a thing until I’m done,” Aelin says, her voice chipper at my back.

I sigh as I open the fridge and pull out a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses. I pour her one. I pour more in mine. “Alright, alright. Go.” 

“So. You know Dr. Towers?” She asks, leaning down on her elbows.

I sigh, crossing my arms. “For the last time, Aelin, I do not want to talk to your boss. I have no reason to talk to a sex therapist.”

“I told you not to say anything until I was done. I’m not done.” She nudges my wine towards me. “And she isn’t just a sex therapist. She’s a relationship expert, and sex is often a factor in relationships with issues.”

I refrain from telling her that she asked me a question, but nod for her to continue as I take a drink.

Pleased by my silence, Aelin does just that. “She’s been tossing around an idea for a social experiment.”

I’m not thrilled with where this is going if the word experiment is involved. “I’m already terrified, but go on.”

“Okay, so I’ve been typing up all of her notes and outlines. They’re taking a bunch of single people, just like you, and putting them through crazy interviews and mental evals and then they match you up with your perfect partner.”

I blink. She sips her wine and waits for me to react. “You mean to tell me they’ll hand pick my perfect guy and hand deliver him to me? What’s the catch?”

There’s always a catch.

Aelin shrugs a shoulder and takes another sip of wine. “You get married and live together for six months.”

I stare at her in absolute shock. “Married? Like married married?”

“Married married. You’d have a legit wedding and then you move in together. One of the requirements is that you keep a journal, an extremely detailed one, with everything good and bad, even the stuff you wouldn’t want her to know. At the end of the six months, you turn in your journals and decide if you want to stay married or if it isn’t working out, you can get a divorce.” 

Stunning me into silence is no easy feat but what Aelin is saying is so crazy, there’s no way I’m hearing any of it correctly.

“And are you ready for the craziest part?” Aelin’s smile had grown and that may have been the scariest party of all of this. “You get paid fifty-thousand dollars. Think about how amazing of an opportunity this is, Elide. You could find the man of your dreams and get out of this dump. This could change your life.”

I am still absolutely dumbfounded. I take drink and set down my wine. "Or I could end up heartbroken. Or pregnant. Or with a total asshole. Or murdered, cut up, and left in a freezer somewhere. Seriously, it's a crazy idea."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Please. This is run by a team of psychologists and experts. Everyone will be evaluated before they’re chosen. Dr. Towers is serious about her work. She's not going to let a psycho participate in this and cause her embarrassment." Gods damn me, I hesitate, and Aelin notices. She takes a drink from her wine glass before saying, “I may have mentioned you to Dr. Towers. She says you’re exactly the type of candidate they’re looking for. So, if you’re interested—”

“You did what?” I ask, my voice raising at least three octaves. “Aelin—”

“Before you get pissed, I did it with good intentions,” she explains. “And, it’s not like I signed you over. You can think about it and, of course, you can say no…but, I don’t think you should. You should apply, El. If I didn’t think this would be a good experience for you, I would have never even brought it up.”

I shake my head as I bury my face in my hands. “I just…you realize you’re talking about marriage like it’s a game, right? An experiment?” I look back up at her. “That’s not exactly the kind of story you want to tell your grandkids someday.” 

Aelin’s eyes soften. “Does it matter how you find someone you love as long as you find them?”

“And if it goes to shit?” I ask, my mind reeling. “If I do end up divorced, or pregnant and divorced, or pregnant, heartbroken, and divorced—”

“Then you tried,” Aelin says, but she’s laughing. “You’re going to be paired with someone that you’ll connect with. That’s the whole point. It’s not a completely random match. As for pregnancy, take the pill and tell him to wrap it up, no harm done.” 

I roll my eyes as I down the rest of my wine. “I don’t know, Ace. This is absurd.”

“Fifty-thousand dollars,” Aelin reminds me, gesturing around my shitty apartment. “Think of all you can do with fifty-thousand dollars. Not only will you be moving out of here when you meet your husband, but with all that money—”

“Do you hear how insane you sound?” I laugh, but it’s pure panic, full of uncertainty. “This is absurd. I can’t believe you’re suggesting this to me.” 

She crosses the kitchen, which, in all reality, only takes about three steps, and reaches into her purse. “Here.” She turns around handing me a business card, one I’ve seen floating around Aelin’s apartment before. “Dr. Towers would love to talk to you, El. You can either come into the office and see her or you can just give her a call. No pressure.”

Looking down at the business card, I see that there’s a little 11:00 scribbled into the appointment line on the back with a date. “Tomorrow? That’s not a lot of time to think about this.”

“You don’t have to make a decision now. Applications aren’t due for a few weeks,” Aelin says, coming to stand next to me. She leans her hip on the counter. “But I really think you should consider this, Elide. Dr. Towers is the best at what she does, and her team are all experts in their fields. If anyone aside from fate can find your perfect match, it’ll be them.”

With a sigh, I reach for my wine glass. “Fine, I’ll call her tomorrow.”

“You will?” She grabs my arm and practically starts bouncing. “Oh, Elide, this is going to be so great!”

My wine nearly sloshes over and I try to calm her down. “I didn’t say I’d do it, I said I’d talk to her.”

She hugs me tightly. “That’s better than nothing. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

—

At eleven o’clock on the dot, I’m pacing around my apartment, my phone ringing against my ear.

Aelin’s excited voice comes across the speaker in a whisper. “I’ve been waiting for you to call, oh my god.”

My laugh sounds crazed, which is just a sign of how nervous I am. “It’s just now eleven.”

“True,” she says, her voice back to its normal volume and octave. “Give me just a second, I’ll let Dr. Towers know you’re on the line.”

I try to keep the dread out of my voice as I say, “Thanks.”

The world’s worst elevator music fills the line and I wait until I am no longer on hold. It’s only a minute or two, but feels like at least ten before a nice, calm voice answers. “Hello, this is Dr. Towers.”

I hesitate. “Hi, Dr. Towers, this is Elide Lochan. Aelin’s friend.”

“Of course, good morning.” She sounds younger than I thought she would be. I make a note to ask Aelin just how old she is. “Aelin brought to my attention your current situation. She said you may be interested in joining our social experiment.” 

I already feel ridiculous. This is a complete waste of time. Yet, I say, “I guess so, but if I’m completely honest with you, it sounds insane. Marrying someone you don’t know, at all. But, again, if I’m being honest, the payout sounds nice.”

Dr. Towers laughs quietly. “You’re not alone in the mindset. A lot of the candidates I’ve spoken with share your sentiments. The money is truly a driving force, but I believe that these candidates, and you, if you choose to apply, will be surprised at just how much they connect with the person that is chosen for them. The experiment is meant to show that certain aspects of our personalities mesh well with others. There are certain parts of our beings that call out to others, and as a psychologist, I find myself intrigued by this. I’ve spent years working with and studying both successful and non-successful couples. My team has, as well. This experiment has been well-prepared, I assure you of that.”

“And you truly believe that most of these couples will stay together once the experiment is over?” I ask, still weary. 

“I do,” she answers, with no hesitation. “We predict that ninety percent of our couples will remain married once the experiment is complete. Seeing how nearly fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce, I feel this prediction is pretty good, don’t you?” 

“I can’t fault your logic.” I’d sat down on my couch when Dr. Towers had answered, but at some point, I’d started pacing around my living room. “I can’t lie to you, it would be nice for someone to find my perfect match for me.”

“I’m sure it would be and that’s what we’re striving to achieve.” There’s a pause in her words and I can almost feel the hesitation on the other end of the line. “Aelin did fill me in on your financial situation as well.”

My heart stops. With the fifty-thousand on the table, I’m not surprised she wants to talk about this, especially considering the current state of my bank account. My voice comes out in a squeak. “Okay?”

“While we hope that all of our potential candidates are doing this for the right reason, we do have to do some rigorous testing and evaluations. We’ve got people interested who come from all walks of life, some who are better off than others. We aren’t trying to accuse you of anything, I just want to be up front with you about what you’ll be subjected to in the next few months.” I hear clicking, like she’s typing something. “Aelin has given me your email, and if it’s okay with you, I’d like to send you some information to look over on your own.”

“Sure, of course,” I reply, toying with the charm hanging on my necklace.

“Great, I’ll send it over now.” There’s more typing and then she says, “Look through it and if you have any questions, feel free to email me back directly or you can call the office again. If you think this is something you want to move forward with, we’ll get the paperwork started.”

Despite my embarrassment at being broke, there’s something blooming in my chest. Something that feels suspiciously like hope. “Okay, thank you, Dr. Towers. I’ll check my email as soon as I can and get back to you.”

“Please, call me Yrene.” Her voice is sweet and soft and again, I find myself wondering how old she is. “And take your time. I want you to make sure this is something you want to do.”

“Thanks, Yrene,” I say, trying her name out.

“Have a good day, Elide.”

I hang up, placing my phone face up on the counter. As soon as the call ends, my home screen is displayed and there’s a red bubble on my email app. I hesitate as I’m about to open it.

This could change your life.

Aelin’s words from before replay in my head.

If I don’t go through with this, where would I be in a year? Would I still be living in this shitty apartment, living paycheck to paycheck, subsisting on ramen noodles and Kraft mac n cheese?

And if I do? If the team is actually able to find my own perfect match?

I swipe my phone off the counter and plop down on the tiny loveseat one the corner. Anneith is on my lap in an instant and I pet her soft head as I stare at my phone.

And then I open my email.

#elorcan tddup #til death do us part #elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan lochan #elide x lorcan #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #snelbz x the lady of death collab #snacmc collabs

[triscribeaucollection]

Drumroll Please

I have recently come to the decision to share more of my fan fiction on Tumblr, hence this shiny new sideblog to collect all assorted snippets, first chapters, new ideas, so on and so forth. First order of business will be laying out all the fandoms I post for over on my AO3, and putting together a Masterlist with links to each “what if” series. My other blogs here include @triscribe for Shenanigans, @birdsandbatsofgotham for all the DC art/writings I stumble across, and @storiesfromthescribe where I only talk about my original projects.

Featured tags here will henceforth include:

-pjo (new as of 2024, I finally watched the new series and guys. GUYS. I love it so much. And I love even more that it’s inspired me to write more in a week than the past two months) The Trade AU

-star wars (originals, prequels, sometimes sequels, plus a wide swath of cartoon show characters and occasionally a reference to the live action ones too) Main Series: What-If AUs and Vod’e An and Visions

-marvel (I am first and foremost a Spidey fan, so he’s usually the one getting tossed into shenanigans with a healthy dose of GotG on the side) Avengers Nonsense Starring Spider-Man and Guardians Shenanigans

-dc (listen. LISTEN. I haven’t touched any comic to have come out in the last decade, but I would never have become a fandom person if not for the Bats, so I will make new AUs based off of their familial nonsense until the day I die) Canon? What Canon? Batfam Stories  and YJ AU Assortment

-hogwarts (for all things Harry Potter, because She Who Shall Not Be Named created a great sandbox that I still love to grab and run with, usually down a road called Total Disregard of the Author) Main Series: Alternate Living Arrangements

-transformers (I’ve got knowledge from half a dozen different continuities and I am not afraid to assemble my favorite pieces into a whole new amalgamation of adventure) (catch-all series to be determined) Cliff and the Kid

-alta (I can remember blowing off a friend’s slumber party to watch The Boy in The Iceberg when it premiered, okay? My fan fic ideas for this show are not a recent development, but actually writing the dang things down and posting them is new and comes in fits and spurts) Avatar AUs

-bnha (My Hero Academia was a bit of an accidental fandom, honestly, but for a year or so it was just about the only thing I wrote for, and there’s a heap of fic on my AO3 account to reflect that) Wild Cards and Something Strange Hit Me and my Doubles AU

-misc (the catch-all, the extraneous, the fandoms I really only dabble with, hence adding an extra tag to keep them all bunched together for quicker identification) Featuring: Back Again (Merlin) and Smallest, Smartest, Youngest (Voltron) and Got to Be Joking (Ranger’s Apprentice)

-originals (which won’t appear here all that often, but since I *do* have a few pieces of my own worldbuilding creations available to read...) Scribe Sampler and The Understudy Project

Alrighty, last couple of links to other websites: Tri on Instagram, where I occasionally post my art of various fandom and canon characters Ko-fi, where one could commission a speedier update to one of my fan fiction stories they particularly love or purchase a signed copy of my self-published novel And as of March 2023, I’ve also got a brand new Patreon account, where the first pieces of big WIPs go up, and you can read the first chapter of my book Wolfen’s Rage for free.

Now then. Who’s ready to read?

#writblr #fan fiction #ao3 #triscribe #intro post #hogwarts #star wars #marvel #dc #transformers #atla #bnha #misc #tag dump #originals #ko-fi #patreon

[fqiryspit]

Heyy , so I've been meaning to start writing but the reason I made a tumblr account was to read but god I wanna write so bad but I dont know where to start from or what to do so if you could please give me a starting point love youuu

-💁🏻‍♀️

ommggg this question is amazing!

I think the first thing you wanna find out is if you want to start with a series or one-shots. one-shots are easier but series are very tempting but be prepared to have to continue it on and on!!

So, actually starting to write is a huge thing! I started writing on wattpad because their pages are really easy and Grammarly works well on it (totally recommend Grammarly, they suggest you alternative words to spice up your writing and catch mistakes you could've missed!)

When I wanted to write, I'd have ideas swarming then go to the pages and just be blank, having no clue where to even start. for this, I usually go to youtube and listen to a bunch of songs I like and it gives me a lot of inspo. If that isn't something you really do I also think you should keep reading fics! it helps a lot, to see what people like and don't really like. Something huge that's helped me is understanding the surroundings and setting the scene! don't spend years describing the house, but add some details like when the mc is distracted or bored. like, when you're rushing out of the house, you don't pay attention to paintings on the wall. but, when you're bored and hanging around, you stop and stare. like, don't outright say the mc is in a hurry or the mc is bored, make the reader feel rushed and the reader feel bored before the action happens!!! a cliche, but the opening line is a huge deal!!! Keep your readers hooked and don't toss it out in the next sentence. Don't have the mc get distracted unless it's part of the plot!! You might think that it's necessary to talk about how the mc's BFF met, but, the readers are either gonna scroll right past it or read it and end up bored if you go off on it. You might think it's good you're going into detail about it but only go into detail with only necessary things. for example, mc is waiting in a doctor's office for results on whatever, screaming babies, white walls, it would feel suffocating, go into detail about that to show how the readers stressing about the doctor's office!!

Shock is an amazing thing for writers and readers, if a huge part of the story is coming up, hint it in a way that's super subtle the mc doesn't even pay any mind to it.

Pain is another good thing! If the mc is getting hit and it's out of the blue, describe the pain first then have the mc slowly start to understand what's happening.

Emotional pain! Don't focus on how mc's tears are warm, focus on how mc's throat hurts so much from crying, their chest is heavy, and are choking on tears!! describing things like that really does help readers put themselves into that situation

Try and be different with your writing. If you're gonna write for Eren maybe don't go into the "college au fuck buddy" story because it's been done so many times and people are bored. coming up with a story is so so hard but, again, reading helps so much! You'll find there's more than original au and college au! model au, actor au, singer au, etc etc ! if you're not gonna do an "au" and focus on a main storyline like cheating, marriage, babies, etc then make sure there's lots and lots of conflict!

I, personally, am a drama whore. I leave stories once the conflict is over because I see no point to it if mc and love interest are finally together happily ever after and the next chapters are just about that..UNLESS it's one I'm super attached to. anyways, it's best to have many shocks in the story.

Find what genre suits you. fluff, smut, angst, or hurt/comfort! it's so fun writing and I hope you enjoy it! tumblr is a great place to start ((tumblr tip: banners matter a lot!!!!)) I don't think I'm a super great person to give tips, I definitely don't think I'm a good enough writer to give any pointers but thank you so much for asking and I can answer however many more asks you need if you want any specific tips or whatever!! don't be afraid to hit me up!! love you lots 💞

PSSSST!! ANOTHER TUMBLR TIP!! DON'T USE "_______" as a transition piece for your works!! What your looking for is called a divider and you can search for them on tumblr by typing it, pink divider, black divider, etc etc

"___________________" will always fall through the other side because fic length differs with if you're reading from a hashtag or on the writer's account

see this:

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and this:

are very different!! it might look fine, but if it was on a tag it would spill over and look like this:

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also, highlight text to change its color of it and make it smaller, prettier, and...

bigger!

have fun!

#when I first got to tumblr I was. so confused on how the format worked #like...how ppl got their acc to look so aesthetic and stuff #ps. short aesthetic names and aesthetic pfp helps ur acc so much #anyway! #it takes time #but its so worth it! #have fun and don't be afraid to ask more questions!

[wyntereyez]

What happens under the mistletoe part 5 - a Storage 24 CS AU

Pinning down a hissing, spitting bundle of alien fury wasn’t easy, but Killian had a lot of practice by this point.  Together with David and Robin, they were able to separate Emma and Archie with a minimum amount of damage. Physically. The handful of children who had witnessed this were probably scarred for life.

Though to hear Archie yell as Dr. Whale sewed up his arm, you’d think Emma had torn the limb off.

“I’m going to have to bake him a pie to make up for this,” Killian said with a sigh.

Archie glowered.  “I’m going to need a year’s worth of pies to make up for this trauma.”

“Look at it this way,” Killian said, nodding towards the staring children. “You’ll have a bunch of brand new patients after this.”

“Killian!” Archie yelped.

“He’s not wrong, though,” Whale mused as he wrapped gauze around Archie’s wound. 

Archie gave them considering looks. Mary Margaret looked appalled. 

“Why is he dressed this way?” Emma, still in her natural form, narrowed her yellow eyes and flexed her lethal claws. Oh, good, this could still end badly.

“He’s pretending to be Santa Claus. It’s…camouflage.”

Emma tilted her head, considering. Her mandibles twitched. Then she grumbled, but grudgingly changed back to human form.  She offered Archie a bloody smile and said, “Your disguise is very effective.

“Thank you?” Archie took a step back, sweeping off his beard and wig because at this point, the children had figured out he wasn’t the real Santa.

“Should I disguise myself like this to fool Santa Claus?” she mused, studying the discarded wig.

“You’d have better luck if you dressed as an elf,” Killian muttered.

Emma perked up. “What is an elf?”

“It’s what Killian was supposed to dress as until he backed out of it,” Mary Margaret pouted. 

Killian glowered. “You always make me the elf. I retired.”  

Emma appeared to be giving all of this great thought. This terrified Killian. After a long, terrifying moment, she announced, “Next Christmas, I will dress as Santa Claws. Killian will be an elf. My spawn will be with us, so we can teach him how to hunt. All your spawn are welcome as well,” Emma added magnanimously to the huddled children. Some of them actually looked excited by the prospect. Killian was not. 

Killian thought he’d have an ally in Mary Margaret, but she actually looked excited. “That’s fantastic, Emma!”

“It’s not, it’s really not,” Killian muttered.

Mary Margaret ignored him. “I start planning in July. I’ll coordinate with you then.”

“Really, Mary Margaret?” Killian asked, when Emma was momentarily distracted by a child opening a present. “You know that’s a terrible idea, right?”

“She actually wants to dress up,” Mary Margaret hissed. “Unlike some other friends and husbands I can name.” She tossed David a withering look. David, somehow sensing his wife’s glare, looked up from the tree and gave them a frantic ‘what did I do?’ look. “You’re just upset because Killy the Elf is coming out of retirement.”

Killian’s face twitched. David laughed. 

One year. He had one year to talk his stubborn alien wife out of this.

That was doable, right?

Right?

Killian was screwed.

“You’re wrong, Mate. I like this ‘Christmas.’ It’s a very violent holiday,” Emma beamed.

So very screwed.

~tbc~

Just a short piece to advance the story a bit.

#series: cs storage 24 au #author: wyntereyez #killian jones #emma swan #alien!emma #mary margaret blanchard #david nolan

[blackacre13]

Please do THE PROPOSAL PART 6 PLEASE

Part 13 of the Proposal AU was here; Here's Part 14!

“When’s the last time you cried?” Debbie pressed, hoping to find out it was a cheesy movie or a secret poem Lou liked to read.

Lou thought for a moment before sitting up, smiling weakly at Debbie, showing that rare spot of vulnerability again. “After I fired Becker,” she admitted, looking down at her shoes. “Even if he is a supreme asshole. I still felt like a prick. And well…nobody ever likes the bitch who fires them, you know? And nobody ever thinks about the person who has to make the decisions, packing up at the end of the day and then going home alone and sitting with the weight of what they’ve done. I ruined someone’s life. I don’t blame him for hating me.”

“You were just doing your job,” Debbie sympathized, completely mesmerized by this whole new side of Lou she was seeing.

“And sometimes I hate being good at my job,” the blonde sighed. She cleared her throat, standing up from the bed, snapping her fingers together. “Right. Anyway. Where were we?”

“The proposal,” Debbie spoke softly, wondering the next time she’d sneak a flicker of this side of Lou. Or if she never would again.

“I’ve got it covered,” Lou winked, her face all-business again before tossing Debbie a knowing smirk. “What? I want your reaction to be genuine.”

“My reaction to a retelling of a story I was supposed to be a part of but won’t have any memory of what happened?”

“Proposals are typically a surprise, Deborah.”

“In the moment.”

“You weren’t surprised by my proposition?” The blonde asked, raising a brow.

“Lou, I swear—“

“Hey,” she scolded, but she was cracking up. “Watch it, Ocean. you’re still my assistant you know.”

“Please,” Debbie snorted, risking some cockiness. She was realizing how much Lou seemed to like it and there was something about impressing the blonde that made her feel victorious. Like she had some sort of secret with her. “You were going to promote me anyway.”

“You sure about that?” Lou asked, looking at her sideways.

“Nope,” Debbie laughed honestly, her shoulders shaking. “Not at all.”

She turned to examine her reflection in the mirror, the blonde appearing behind her, checking her own eyeliner. Debbie’s gaze shifted to the blonde in the reflection, almost forgetting to look at herself and blushing as blue eyes caught her brown ones, but Lou let her keep the moment, merely clearing her throat once again as she hooked her head towards the door.

“Come on,” Lou murmured, offering a hand that Debbie took nervously. “Let’s give them a show.”

The engagement party was apparently in full swing by the time they made it back to the living room, throngs of people talking and eating with the sound of jazz music plating somewhere in the distance.

Lou looked completely overwhelmed instead of her donning her usual in-control, hard shell exterior, but Debbie squeezed her hand and the blonde seemed appreciative.

They made their way into the crowd, Debbie hoping to keep away from the guests and focus on the food. Lou seemed to have the same idea as they both made a beeline for a buffet table, Debbie dumping a bunch of shrimp cocktail on her plate as Lou threw a pile of cheese cubes and pepperoni on hers before the two of them turned to each other and shared a grin.

Debbie was about to offer an escape to the back porch so they could hide out with their snacks and avoid humanity for a spell, but they had already been caught, some aunt/cousin/or other that Debbie could never remember by name was tapping on her shoulder and screaming congratulations and just tugging at Lou with a “God! Let me look at this one! Isn’t she just gorgeous?”

There wasn’t going to be time for an escape.

Another uncle came up, all business, shaking Lou’s hand and asking how long she’d been with the record company.

“Uh…since college,” Lou offered, before popping a piece of cheese in her mouth, seemingly to avoid any further questions.

Debbie saw that she was being modest. “She’s been there since she was nineteen. Youngest exec the company’s ever had. She’s a hot commodity.”

She elbowed the blonde, nudging her to smile. She was proud of Lou, and why shouldn’t she be, whether she was a fiancee, assistant or stranger. Anyone had to admit that Lou Miller was a force to be reckoned with.

But then Debbie’s father was back in the circle of people that was slowly becoming a crowd. And she knew no good was going to come of this.

“But who’s counting?” Lou smiled, waving off Debbie’s attempt to show her off.

“No,” Dennis frowned, his eyes far away, brows furrowed. Debbie knew he was trying to count. Trying to do the math of the age difference between her and Lou. He was bitter. And suspicious. And he was stubborn as all hell. “How many years is that? Exactly.”

Debbie shot her father a look and Lou’s hand came over Debbie’s arm, grabbing it almost protectively. Possessively. 

“Well,” Lou sighed. “I guess that’s what? Sixteen, seventeen years. Exactly,” she mocked for good measure.

“I was never good with big numbers,” Dennis went on as Debbie tried and failed not to grit her teeth. “That makes you what? Thirty-six now?”

“Thirty seven,” Lou coughed, her eyes hardening. “Did you want my star sign? ID? Copy of my fingerprints?”

“I think that’s enough questioning for now,” Debbie grimaced, moving Lou out of her father’s line of vision. “This is a party. Not an interrogation.”

“Yes, it is a party!” Ida sang, coming into the circle that was now dispersing uncomfortably. “An engagement party at that! And we need to know the story.”

“What story?” A younger man asked, a piece of ciabatta toast dangling from his lips.

“Fuck,” Debbie cursed, her hand falling limp against Lou’s side.

“Oh, Rusty!” Ida sang. “Deborah, did you see who came?”

“Robert,” Debbie growled, her nails digging into Lou’s arm as the blonde shot her an intrigued look. “Who invited you?”

“Your dad,” he laughed, licking at his thumb, offering the now saliva ridden hand to Lou. “Who else? And you must be Lewis.”

“It’s Lou,” the blonde seethed, nostrils flaring. “Have you seen Debbie’s ring?” She asked, shoving the diamond in the man’s face as his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.

#queue #blackacre13 #ocean's eight #oceans eight #oceans 8 #ocean's 8 #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #lou miller #Debbie ocean #Lou Miller x Debbie ocean #Debbie Ocean x lou miller #lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #lou and debbie #Debbie and lou #lou and deb #deb and lou #lou x deb #deb x lou #heist girlfriends #heist wives #loubbie #ocean's eight fanfic #ocean's eight fanfiction #ocean's 8 fanfic #ocean's 8 fanfiction #the proposal #the proposal au #tammy

[sounds-of-some-day]

both soulmate WIPs please !!

Reposted without all the typos and tense issues this time.

Soulmate AU #1 is the one I talked about here, where soulmates feel/share a portion of their soulmate’s pain

Soulmate AU #2 is the more traditional take on soulmates, where Tony and Steve live and share many many lives together. Also inspired by (the beginning) of a Capri fic.

The summary would go something like this-ish:

“Sometimes they are nothing more than a passing moment in one another’s lives. Sometimes they grow old together. Sometimes only Steve remembers. Other times it’s only Tony who remembers. Sometimes they both remember. Sometimes they die at the same time. Sometimes one dies long before the other. But one thing always remains constant.

I’ll find you in the next life. I always do.”

Basically it would go through a bunch of their lives together (cowboys in the wild west, Tony is Natasha, Steve is a famous Renaissance painter, Tony is a king and Steve his loyal knight, etc...), going through those scenarios and a few others, where the last one there, they are soldiers in WW1 and Steve dies in battle and is almost immediately reborn (in 1918) but Tony lives a lot longer and isn’t reborn until 1970, and... you know where this is going. 

Also, the idea is no one’s supposed to remember their former lives, but for some reason Stony (almost) always do. 

And I woke up this morning and wrote this way-longer-than-a-snippet of one of their lives for you. I hope you enjoy! (It is a VERY different style for me...)

~.~.~

I Always Do (Part One)

In the small seaside village of Brok’lyn, in the kingdom of N’york, long since forgotten by time, a small blond haired boy, at least twenty pounds underweight, gets caught trying to steal a fish. The boy had thought he had been so careful, waiting in the shadows until the merchant’s back was turned, but now, a strong hand, gripped tightly around his thin wrist, yanks him violently into the light, wrenching his shoulder painfully. The merchant glares at him with cruel eyes.

It is late in the evening, the sun rolling casually along the horizon before it sinks beneath the earth. The few remaining fish that are left in the barrel will soon be tossed in the gutters for the alley cats, but the callous merchant doesn’t care. No one dares to steal from Rumlow, and gets away with it – no matter how young and undernourished they may be.

“You dare try to steal from me, boy?” the man asks, causing a scene, for that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to cause a scene, so that everyone around knows that he’s not one to be trifled with. Eyes of those who are passing by meet the eyes of the boy and then quickly turn away. Everyone already knows they shouldn’t mess with Rumlow. Quick to anger, he’s known for both starting and finishing drunken brawls at the local pub.

The boy doesn’t answer. He knows there is nothing that he can say that can save him now. 

“Scrawny little thing, aren’t you?” the man says. “You’re probably diseased and now you’ve ruined all of my fish. I’ll have to toss them out.”

The boy’s eyes narrow, but he still doesn’t speak. 

Brok’lyn is a small village; what little importance it serves to the kingdom of N’york comes from its lone port on the village’s eastern shore. It is here, next to the port, that one finds the court. The court is staffed by only one guard, and one clerk, who generally pass their days peacefully playing cards together. It is here that Rumlow drags the boy, demanding recompense. 

But the boy has no money, that’s why he was stealing the fish in the first place. They turn out the pockets of his pants and his threadbare jacket, but nary a cent falls from within. 

The guard and the clerk convene, debating momentarily about just letting the boy go. After all, he’s only a child, and clearly in need of help more than punishment. But Rumlow slams his big, beefy fists on the table, and he yells in the clerk’s face, screaming that he deserves compensation.

The clerk turns to the guard, at a loss, but the guard has an idea. 

Didn’t The Iron Knave recently dock at the port? The captain is a bit eccentric, certainly, his crew little more than a band of ruffians, but he might be willing to purchase the boy’s debt. The boy’s a bit young to be a cabin boy, and he hasn’t got any training, but the captain of The Iron Knave has been known to adopt the odd wayward soul in the past. Half the man’s crew are former criminals. And, perhaps, more importantly, the captain is known to be kind.

And if not all of The Iron Knave’s business is entirely above board, well, most of it is above board, and the clerk is inclined to overlook the few illegal transactions that take place, given that the captain often smuggles desperately needed medicine into the poor coastal village.

And so it was decided. The captain purchased the boy’s debt, Rumlow received compensation for nearly five times the value of an entire day’s worth of fish, and the boy found himself kneeling on the wooden deck of The Iron Knave, the ship creaking slightly as the sails picked up the wind.

“Get up,” the captain orders, and the boy quickly complies. “What’s your name?”

For a moment the boy considers not answering. For a moment the boy considers attempting to jump overboard. They are still close enough to the shore that he could make the swim. He’d done it, once before, when the last captain that he’d come face to face with had found him stowed away in the ship’s cargo hold. 

His mother had snuck him aboard that ship, squeezing his hand tightly as she made him promise to stay hidden, to stay safe, to seek a better life in the United Kingdoms of Am’rica than she could provide for him in the Kingdom of Ir’land. She was going to die soon. She knew it, and though she tried to keep it hidden from him, the boy knew it, too. She’d been coughing up blood for weeks. 

He hadn’t meant to break his promise, hadn’t meant to let his mother down. But the old woman who had befriended him, who had offered him food, she’d been caught, and she had turned him in as a plea for mercy. 

That ship’s captain had been heartless, and he’d thrown the boy overboard in the hopes that he would drown. 

But this captain, this captain seems different. His eyes are deep pools of brown, and there is a kindness in them that the boy hasn’t seen in anyone since his mother. 

“Steve,” the boy says, and it’s only partially a lie. His real name is Stíofán, but the people of Am’rica always mangle it with their clumsy tongues.

As soon as he says his name, the captain stills, tilting his head to one side as he studies the boy, his brow furrowed. There’s a hint of something in his eyes, something like recognition, but the fleeting moment is gone in an instant, and Steve wonders if perhaps he imagined it. 

“Well, Steve,” the captain says, turning his face away, and his voice seems to be choked with emotion. “Are you prepared to serve aboard the The Iron Knave?”

“Yes,” Steve says quietly. 

“And are your hands just as quick for legal activities as they are for theft?” the captain asks. 

Of course the captain would have been made aware of his crime. Steve casts his eyes to the deck in shame. “Yes.”

“And what about for illegal activities?” the captain asks.

Steve’s eyes flash up to meet the captain’s, who gives him a wry sort of smirk. “Aye,” Steve says. “For those, too.”

“Then welcome to The Iron Knave,” the captain says, extending his hand to Steve. “I’m Captain Tony Stark.”

And so begins a long, adventurous life together.

Unfortunately, not all of their lives are so easy.

#asks answered #my fic #stony fic #stony au #stevetony #steve x tony

[laviethepooh]

soap suds | thoma x reader

summary. after having dinner, you and thoma wash the dishes together

ft. thoma x gn!reader

cw. maybe modern!au depending on if sinks are canon lol

wc. 0.8k

notes. i have no clue where the idea come from- the recipes that thoma made for you are mondstadt reputation rewards because i think his reputation would be maxed.

you sighed contentedly, “that was a wonderful dinner, thoma. i’m gonna have to have you make some more of those mondstadtian recipes for me.”

thoma smiled. “it was my pleasure! i’m happy that you enjoyed it so much. these are comfort foods of mine, so i’m glad to share them with you.”

you had invited thoma over for dinner hoping that you could treat him to something a bit calmer than all of those hotpot game rounds. you had recently learned how to make yakisoba properly after learning the recipe from mr. shimura. however, before you could offer to make something, he was already starting to cook something up in your own kitchen. when you asked what he was doing, he said he wanted to treat you to something special and after seeing that excited look on his face, you couldn’t decline.

you wanted to help out in some way, but didn’t want to get in the way of thoma so instead you observed beside him. you watched as he carefully sliced apples and cooked steak. at some point, you watched him put something into an oven and the kitchen started to smell sweet and savory. once thoma had finished, he ushered you to your own table told you to “eat up.” and so you ate happily until you had finished what he made for you, the taste of nostalgia and love in every bite.

but now that feeling of being full and happy was starting to fade away as you looked at the numerous dirty dishes in front of you. you didn’t blame thoma for making a bit of a mess while cooking since he made a whole dinner for you. instead, you grabbed your plate and thoma’s and went over to the sink.

“wait, y/n, let me help,” thoma called out as he started to get out of his seat but after placing the dishes into the sink you pushed him back in.

“you’ve already done more than enough for me,” you replied, “you don’t have to wash the dishes too.”

perhaps it was his housekeeping instincts, but he couldn’t help but join you while washing the dishes. surprised by his antics, you flicked soapy water at his face.

thoma gasped dramatically, “my taroumaru apron!” (yes, he was wearing an apron and yes, it had taroumaru’s face on the front of it.)

“i said i’d wash the dishes,” you retorted, but the smile was clear on your face and you could tell thoma was enjoying this as well as his grin grew.

he scooped up some soap suds and flicked them back at you. “and i said i’d help!”

back and forth, the two of you tossed soap bubbles at each other. at one point, you had grabbed a whole bunch and put it on thoma’s face, making a foamy beard, and in retaliation, thoma put some on your head in the shape of an odd hat. the sound of giggles and running water filled the air and the kitchen was starting to smell like sakura blossoms as the soap war continued. 

by the time you realized that you had run out of bubbles to flick, you realized that the two of you were extremely messy. or maybe you were clean since technically soap was a cleaning agent. you could tell thoma was holding in laughter at the way you were practically covered in the froth from head to toe. however, thoma didn’t look much different from you.

he shook his head like a dog to try and get them off as best as he could but there were still bubbles clinging to his face. you went over with a clean towel and wiped them off for him, laughing at how silly he was sometimes.

as you moved on to get rid of the suds in his hair, his hands met yours and he moved onto trying to clean you up. his hands were gentle and meticulous which was surprising because all he was looking at was your eyes. his bright green eyes were filled with amusement as he gave you a small kiss that you returned just as quickly.

even though the two of you were covered in soap bubbles, you wrapped your arms around him, taking in how sweet he always smelled and how his vision always left him warm. he wrapped his arms around you and started kissing the top of your head which probably smelled like the sakura-scented soap that you were using.

“that was fun, but now we really have to clean up!”

you groaned. you had totally forgotten about the dirty dishes.

#lavie.txt #thoma #genshin impact #thoma x reader #thoma x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n

[biwenqing]

umm here is an au where jiang yanli becomes chief cultivator that i plotted out so... enjoy-

It all started with the death of Jin Guangshan during the sunshot campaign. The Jin clan folded in on itself in a battle of heirs, as with Jin Guangshan's death came the reveal of the other children he fathered. There were many small houses that twisted the horrors that had been faced into a grab for power.

It had little effect on the war, as the Jin were always far from the front lines.

The second change was when, after being freed by Jiang Cheng, Wen Qing picked up her own sword and joined the fight against her uncle. She could see that the only world were she and her brother would be safe was one without Wen Ruohan.

That final battle all happened the same, until it didn't. It was Wen Qing who struck the final blow against her uncle. Meng Yao still earned his status as a hero for his spy work and scurried off to enter into the debate over the Jin heir. He wasn't much seen after that.

Wen Qing invites everyone to stay at the Nightless City, to oversee as she takes power. She quickly begins healing her people and those soldiers she fought with alike, as well as helping those who had been possessed. She and Wen Ning quickly sort out the good and the bad, handling the issue justly. And she holds a banquet. Where the throne once sat, she had cleared it so there is space for each of the major clan leaders to sit together as one.

Nie Mingjue doesn't feel as wronged by the Wens, at least not these Wens, having fought side by side with Wen Qing. She has also been able, with Lan Xichen, to help a bit with the sword sickness as well. He gladly takes a seat at Wen Qing's side, Lan Xichen beside him, as they show their support of the new Wen clan leader. The Jiang come in, and it's not Jiang Cheng who walks up to the other sect leaders, but Jiang Yanli, both her little brothers watching proudly. She takes Wen Qing's other side and they exchange a small smile of understanding.

No one really expects the Jin to show up at this point, which works to make sure no one is sitting at the center of the table and make some kind of implication of superiority. But when Wen Qing stands to begin her speech about peace and reparations, there is a commotion at the door and a party dressed in Jin gold enters. Wen Ning goes to meet them, as he is closer, and Wen Qing is soon at his side.

The woman who joins the leaders at their table is not one who is known. She holds her head up high and introduces herself as Jin Su and sits at the end beside Jiang Yanli (Wen Ning is quick to find a place for her as his sister resumes her own). Wen Qing is now front and center but hopes no one reads into that, given it was not her plan. Nie Mingjue's expression, who is Wen Qing's biggest potential nay sayer, gives her a small nod in understanding.

Wen Qing's speech is well received, and Jin Su stands to speak after her. She invites them all to a Hunt, to celebrate victory and to share the goods of the Jin clan. It is a nod to the fact that the Jin did not expend as much as the other clans in the war and it is appreciated. She does not speak on what happened that lead to her becoming leader over any of the others, especially heir Jin Zixuan. But there are whispers it is a plan to save face, after all that Jin Guangshan had done, by putting a woman forward as leader.

From here people go home to rebuild, for the most part. With the Wens, there are some things still asked, such as Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian to be left to watch over Wen Qing and make sure she does not grab for power as her uncle did. This is helpful because people don't worry about something being slipped by two the war heroes. The added benefit is Wen Qing is able to use her skills to help Wei Wuxian so he doesn't get worse. In fact, due to her skill at surgery, there is a hope that Wei Wuxian's core might reform. Wei Wuxian is glad to be able to hide his struggles from his siblings, but visits as often as possible to see how Lotus Pier is being rebuilt.

When it comes time, there are a few back room deals happen at Phoenix Mount. Not that they are sketchy, per say. No, it is more to figure some "arranged" marriages that might really be more love matches. The first is to secure the Jin and Jiang clans. Jin Zixuan has been a lot better now that his dad is gone and he doesn't actually have to take over the sect. He is happy and excited to try and court Jiang Yanli and a tentative betrothal is put back in place (less public, in case it falls through, but there once more). It is possible because Jin Zixuan is not leader of his own sect. Another suggested deal comes about because Wen Qing looks Jiang Yanli and then Lan Xichen in the eye and tells them that they might as well make an arrangement because, no matter what sooner, or later Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji will become official cultivation partners, so they might as well add some political heft to the inevitable.

As the time passes clan meetings go well. Jiang Yanli gets along famously with every other clan leader, and finds herself in position of chief cultivator, despite having been told her cultivation is weak for so much of her life. The people trust her though, to look out for them and to make the choices that need to be made. She has swore brothers in Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue. She has a political marriage with the Jin. She and Wen Qing have long been allies, due to their support and help of each other before, during, and after the war. Lotus Pier, with Jiang Cheng as her right hand man, has been rebuilt. And she has a healthy baby heir in Jiang Ling.

The cultivation world settles into an era of peace and stability, under the eyes of this generation.

#jiang yanli #wen qing #qin su #nie mingjue #lan xichen #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #wen ning #the untamed #au #text post #a talks #what happened to jiggy? he either died or is jyl's secret spy assassin #nhs gets to live his best life and paint with nmj remaining clan leader #at some point lxc might step down and lwj take his place #if lxc is just chilling in the unclean realms with his bf that's just what they all deserve #wq might end up with mianmian in another 'political match' #this is me tossing a bunch of aus and ideas together #some my own others i have read #i wish i had the time to write the 300k fic this deserves but alas #here is 1k of me rambling instead