#also I realize that I don't talk much about the fic properly in these lists

[howdoesagrapewrites]

GOLLY GOLLY GOSH, I JIST BINGED YOUR YANDERE GAYATRI X PAVITR X READER FICS AND OMG 🤭🤭

It’s so gooddd but I can’t help but wonder what would happen if the reader just didn’t understand love- like totally. This is so entirely spurred on by my own problems and IFHY by Tyler (live laugh love Tyler the creator 🙏) but like just imagine them x a reader who just doesn’t understand love and believes love is just being aggressively possessive and obsessive over someone.

I can just imagine Gayatri, Pavitr and the Reader getting into a heated argument and the reader just flat out says they hate them both with this dead stare- and then they follow it up with telling them both that they love them but now Gayatri and Pavitr realize there’s nothing behind the readers eyes when they say ‘I love you’. It’s not love, it’s straight obsession. Idk I just feel like it’d be an interesting idea for a fic :D

Also your writing is so good! You should totally take up a Career in writing or write a book, I just love how you describe everything!

𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙

Cw: the usual yandere stuff, manipulation, psychological abuse, kinda yandere reader?

Notes: I hope I did this request justice, I rewrote it a lot 😭if you don't like it you can always request it again, I'm really nervous about this because I don't want to disappoint you😿

"I fucking hate you both" the words leave your lips like nothing, like the grocery list, like small talk, like those words didn't carry the weight of the world. Heavy like a rock, and as plain as one, simple combination of five words, from the infinite combinations possible with the 171,476 words recognized in the Oxford dictionary, and the roughly one million words used by english speakers, it took you only five words to unleash hell, to emotionally destroy two people in ways one person cannot calculate or articulate.

You'd been accepting and supporting (you were simply unbothered, however they see it like that) of their unorthodox way to carry the relationship, you had a few "quirks" of your own as well something that they both accepted and loved, so this came as a shock. In Pavitr's mind, you don't mean this, you're simply upset, but his thoughts race back and forth thinking what did the do to upset you, what he did. It couldn't be Gayatri, she's perfect, it has to be him, it's always him, he's the one that puts your lives in danger all the time, it's his fault Gayatri's father almost died, his fault your universe was almost wiped off of existence, and now he has made you upset. In his mind there's no much difference between dying and being forgotten, or worse, even loathed by you, well, maybe there's one. That he'd rather be dead.

But Gayatri is another story, she refuses to accept whatever you meant. Her mother left, you can't leave too, she cannot be alone in this world again, and as if out of self preservation, she's possessive over you, over Pavitr, over your relationship, she's authoritarian but so deeply fragile, wearing her emotions on her sleeve, trying to be calm and collected, however she miserably fails when the scalding hot sentiments make their way from her chest to her mouth. She will trap, fix, change or break anything that is necessary to ensure she's never left alone again, even if "anything" includes your mind.

They stand before you, dumbfounded, with expressions that in less than a second can vary between sadness, anger, disappointment, terror, paranoia, outrage, and probably more, probably that's just the tip of the iceberg.

And all you do is stare, you watch their contorting faces and with the dead silence, it's almost like you can hear the blood pumping through their veins, full of anxiety.

Before they can properly process your statement, you contradict it, to anyone it seems like you're toying with them, like a cat watching its prey agonize. At heart, the cat is innocent, the cat does not posses a moral compass that will tell him to either stop or further the pain of their lizard, the act of torture cannot be sadistic if the perpetrator doesn't find pleasure in it. The vile acts of a creature that lacks malice.

"I love you" and life seems to recover its rightful flow, or it should, they could ignore what you said and take you back just like that, but it doesn't work that way, not when you have two obsessive lovers.

"What do you mean?" Gayatri is distrustful

"That I love you."

Pavitr notices first, notices your blown pupils and lost gaze, no emotion behind those eyes he adores, had it always been that way? Has every "I love you" meant the infinity of the void?

And Gayatri, she always knew, she loved everything that was there to love about you, even if you didn't understand, if she needed to show you the depth of her love through aggression, violence and obsession, she will.

"I love you too" they said at unison.

#atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x gayatri #gayatri x reader #spiderverse pavitr #yandere pavitr #gayatri singh #pavitr headcanons #yandere pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x you

[merowkittie]

Hiii! This is only like my second time requesting anything so idek if I’m doing it right but I was hoping you could do smth where the reader is an editor? Maybe w/ miles but anyone is fine. Idk if that’s weird but yeah 😭 thanksss 🫶🏾

Miles Morales x Editor!Reader

I originally was writing a fic but it turned out shit, so I turned it into a HC list/fic.. and It also turned out shit 😭 i hope you enjoy it a bit though!

Warnings: mentions of injury and violence / r and miles bickering / r gets caught up in miles' spider-man stuff / r being a littleee bit of a stalker.. / not proofread / probably won’t make sense towards the end because I finsihed this at 3 am / I think that's it

Ok now.. this is a bit complicated since you have a very important job. You're an editor/photographer for the weekly newspaper in NYC. Which means... you have to give the people what they want, and that also means making your best friend sound like a maniac.

Miles knows you're an editor, it's not a secret you keep, or a thing you try to hide. He also knows that you have to take pictures of him.

"Miles, I need photos of you! Well.. not you, you, spider-man you." You said to him one evening when he swung you around New York for a date. (He didn't want to, it was your idea and he knew how excited you got whenever he did this.)

He'd stare at you like you were crazy and you'd talk for a minute about why.

"Well.. as long as you get my good side. Don't make me sound crazy either!"

You two spent the rest of the day after that taking photos and catching up about stuff that happened at school that miles missed.

Some of the photos turned out shit because he kept posing towards the camera when they're supposed to be off guard and while he's swinging or in action.

Though, one thing he told you was not to get involved when he was defending the city, minor or major.

"Alright.. but listen, don't try to put yourself in danger for a couple of photos. If you're anywhere near me when I'm actually in action on patrol, go home. You know I always meet you there, cariño."

He'd be very serious, which is rare between you two. It's always giggles and jokes.

Miles does not want you caught up in his hero life.

The photos you took prove to be good because you're printing them editing them and the papers sell like crazy.

Though, your boss tells you that he wants more. The photos are now boring and don't prove that he is crazy.

your boss is the crazy one.

"Sir.. I don't mean to go against you, but I wouldn't incriminate him. He's a hero to many of us here! Don't you think you're thinking a bit, dare I say, wrongly of him?"

There was a silence before he nodded his head slightly.

"Should I fire you right now?"

Let's just say that you're now on your way to film Miles in action.

Yes! This was incredibly stupid but... it would be awesome to see him yk..

You found him stopping a robbery at a bodega and took some shots of him without him knowing.

You pretty much followed him around as he was on patrol.

How?

Life 360 ;p

A boom sounded across Brooklyn and from where you and Miles were, it was pretty far.

He took off swinging and you stood there for a second thinking how you were supposed to get there in time.

You stole someone's skateboard.

Though, by the time you got there he was already fighting.. a man? A rhino..? What the fuck.

Miles was on it's back getting swung around yelling insults.

"Dude! How'd you get like this? I'm tryna get like you! I'm talking about muscle by the way.. not your face."

You snapped a couple of photos of the scene then, the Rhino guy threw him into a car. Ouch.

You were looking back at your film and realized that some of the photos were blurry and weren't focusing properly on them both.

You got closer

Which was your first mistake.

Your second was not realizing you accidentally turned your flash on when you thought you were adjusting your brightness of the photos.

That Rhino noticed you and so did Miles, whose masked eyes went wide.

And guess who noticed that? That fucking rhino.

He started to walk towards you and when you started backing up he went on all fours after you.

"I promise I'm not as entertaining as the spider! Leave me the fuck alone!" You squealed as you pushed past people and held your camera tight.

"I like when they run."

To not make this too long let’s just say miles successfully left the police a gift (rhino)

You got an ear full after

“What I did i say about that?? It hasn’t even been like.. a full week since we had that conversation!”

“I know, I know! But my boss said I haadddd to! And by the way you looked awesome, look at those photos.”

You two argued for a bit but he has still a bit upset at what you did.

You apologized by cleaning up his injuries and giving him kisses.

You stayed with him that night and he held you extra tight.

This didn’t turn out good at all but I wanted to finish this request because it’s long overdue 🙏

#black reader #reader insert #miles morales #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales x you #into the spider verse #astv miles #astv x reader

[writingmysanity]

One year back on Tumblr

So, I am a little late on this since my one year mark was on the 21st. I originally wanted to do something fun for my one year anniversary but I realized that I just am burnt out at the moment. I am sure that you've noticed the lack of content- and I am sorry. I am hoping soon.

Instead, I've decided to make a post for some of the highlights since I've come back to tumblr. I've met so many wonderful people that I know that I wouldn't have had the honor to meet otherwise. I just want to list some of my mutuals and also artists and writers I've had the opportunity to find and interact with that i think you should all check out their content if you haven't already.

I am going to separate this by fandom lol because I love you all but I tend to lose myself in trying to remember everyone sometimes.

The Witcher first because it is what gave me the inspiration to come back and share my random bits of writing with you all.

@seidenbros steffi, beloved, you are truly the sweetest and kindest person ever. I have been blessed with your presence. you have been one of my biggest sources of encouragement and defiantly a huge enabler. you have listened to countless rants and ideas of story ideas that didn't always take off but that didn't stop us from ranting about them and fleshing them out to the point where they may as well have appeared, fully written and perfectly edited.

@cosmos-coma hello, sweetheart <3 one- happy belated birthday once more. I am so angry with myself for having gotten it wrong. Thank you for the light youve brought to my life. our letters and just being able to have someone to talk about the random craziness in life has been the absolute craziness of this world and our lives has been amazing. thank you for everything youve done, your unending adoration for my mini me who is the epitome of chaos but makes for some hilarious stories. I love our friendship more than words could ever properly express.

@queenxxxsupreme Kacey, you're probably my biggest enabler. you are an amazing writer, and an even better friend- even if you don't feel like you are sometimes. you've helped me through more than you realize in the last year that we've known each other. I can't wait to enact our plans to run away to another state and be cryptids in the woods and sell fancy cheese to rich people by the sea shore.

@daughterofautumn Goose, I haven't known you quite as long as the others but you have definitely sewn yourself perfectly into my life. your chaos and crazy energy fuels me daily. you and your obsessions (inadvertently dragging me into said obsessions) make my entire day. i love your energy. not to mention the absolute chaos that is your life. please sleep more darling, and drink plenty of water. I worry.

Arcane next!

this fandom was one that I defiantly stalked in silence for at least a month before I finally gave into the brain rot specifically for a wonderful person who amazes me with the depths of the love and kindness Shes shown to everyone who has the absolute pleasure to engage with her.

@grumpyoutlaw Grumpy, my beloved- my muse. you have been nothing but an absolute delight, a light, the very heart of this fandom. your art was what brought me into your orbit but your kindness has kept me around. writing that first piece for you was possibly the most spur of the moment but also the greatest domino that has affected the sheer amount of community i have been honored to encounter. thank you for everything. I adore you so much!

@thedreamlessnights Jams. I don't even know where to start. thank you for being so wonderful to me. your vampire fic was pinnacle for dragging me into this fandom well before i even fully committed to the fandom itself. and you followed me?? before I posted anything?? it always baffled me. you claim it was vibes lol and ill take it. you're an amazing writer and friend and I cant believe i get to call such an amazing, open, supportive person my friend. the space you've opened for everyone who wishes to let them have space to be themselves has been a blessing on my day-to-day life.

@sherwood-forests darling, I know we haven't spoken much but you are defiantly responsible for my Silco brain rot. I took a chance on your dragon fic and I cant ever recommend it enough. not to mention how kind you are?? you are the real treasure! thank you for encouraging me and being a light for everyone in the fandom.

@cedarcia DARLING. where to start? i can't believe you follow me and i cant believe I've been given the chance to be your friend. your talent is almost as impressive as your heart. you're always the first to hop on the train to try and help someone the best you can. I cant wait to visit and dress up like pirates to go sailing.

@thehistoriangirl first and foremost, your rants your T A G S... darling they give me life. getting to freaking out over our blorbos and stories we are working on (with a sprinkle of life outside fandom) has been amazing. bouncing ideas with you has never been boring in any capacity and the only thing i know to expect when i see that I've gotten a message from you is sheer just E N E R G Y and i LIVE for it. it is unmatched. not to mention you are 100% an enabler. ahaha

@mariana-souza getting to know you, in the short time that I've gotten to, has been amazing. getting to see how much work you put into your work- both art and writing- has been motivating to say the least. i love that we are able to just scream about things together- how you always seem to know what questions to ask when were talking about each others WIPs. your art is what brought you to my attention, and I am so glad I made the decision to interact with you further.

Shadow and Bone/Six of crows next!!

somehow, i feel like this fandom is simultaneously the smallest of the fandoms i find myself somewhat active in, but also the most tight knit.

@maliciousbrekker Cal. I don't know where to start- you are a wonderfully talented person and so very kind to everyone (also, I am sorry about dragging you into arcane in the middle of your SOC love <3) you are so relatable and i cant help but laugh at something you've posted at least once a day because S A M E. i know we aren't super close but just knowing i have such a wonderful mutual like you, who has on more than one occasion reached out just to check on me, i appreciate you more than you know and seeing your name pop up in my notifications always brings me joy.

@ell0ra-br3kk3r @sophierequests-trashblog I adore you both, I am sorry that we don't talk more often, you are both so pure and i love the interactions that we've had, even if they've been minimal. your amazing writers that i cant ever get enough of. thank you for being so welcoming into the fandom even if I've only ever written one piece to it in total lol. <3

there are several other moots that i just haven't gotten to engage with much at all, but i see you! in my notifications every day, and it makes my day every time. @insult-2-injury @astudyincontrasts @uniquedeerwitch

and of course- I can never forget my friend @rainbowpitofdoom you have been around for so long. we have seen each other grow and change and learn. you are honestly one of the best friends I've ever had and just getting to know you as a person has made me a better person and i need you to know this. I love you lots, Chesh and i don't know where id be without you.

every single one of these lovelies are wonderfully talented and just amazing people. they are writers and artists and they are a delight to know and get to engage with- i promise. if you ever need something new, or just to read something again, please! give them some love. they deserve every bit of it.

I love you all, and if you ever ever need anything please do not hesitate to reach out. even if its just needing to talk to someone. i truly thank every lucky star out there that ive been lucky enough to meet you all.

#ru speaks #i love you all so much #i am so appreciative of you all #for your love and support since ive come back

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: (Tedromeda long fic) 👀 👀 I mean I do want to read it but I’ll gladly wait as much time you want until it’s ready ❤️ I’m looking forward in reading, Blinding White. The summary has me hooked and I can’t wait to get some time to properly sit down and read that story.

15. A question I have about one of your fics: In the fic, The Hard Choice, was it difficult coming up with this moment in particular:

mudblood scratched into his trunk when he arrived in his dorm after being sorted into Hufflepuff, the other first-year boys explaining what it meant with horrified whispers. ‘And whether or not you marry me, the blood that runs through my veins means that I will always have to deal with bullies and bigots.’

I love LOVE LOVE! The way you write Tedromeda, both as individuals and moments with one another. I don’t know why but something with the way you write Ted Tonks going through struggles/pain just squeezes my heart.

When writing scenes/flashback moment like the one I mentioned above, is it difficult to choose a moment. I know that I tend to get stuck when writing fluffy fics and it sometimes feels like I’m forcing words onto paper, but when I’m writing angst it’s like my mind knows what will be the next line before my fingers even type the current line.

As I was looking through your works I realized two things:

1) I need to catch up, you have sooo many great stories and I’m looking forward in reading them. I didn’t realize you have a couple of Romione fics, I’ll definitely check those out! (I’m currently reading your Hannah Abbott fic, Prepared)

2) I noticed I read a lot of your Tedromeda fics because as I was scrolling down the list I could imagine some scenes/lines play out in my mind. It was almost like, YouTube autoplay but so much better! I’m so happy to have stumbled upon your fics here on tumblr because I truly adore your writing. Each Tedromefa fic you write makes me love them more, you have a wonderful talent with writing out scenery and the plot, gentle touches, and don’t get me started with the “staring across from the room” 😍😍😍 so good!

Ted takes a step towards her, needing to be closer to her. ‘I love you.’ Now that he’s said it once, he can’t help but say it again. ‘I’ve loved you for so long that I’ve forgotten how to live without loving you.’ He takes another step, and another, closing the distance between them, reaching for her.— The Hard Choice

🥹🥹🥹

You have such a way with words, this is my favorite line from this fic. It’s like Ted is talking from the deepest and most loving part of his soul to the woman he loves. 😩 if only there were more men like him in the word, life would be more beautiful.

Thank you!! This is so sweet! I actually went back and reread The Hard Choice after you sent this.

So part of my Ted headcanon is that his mum got pregnant to a boy she knew when she was 18, but when she told him he disappeared and left her on her own. So Ted was raised by his mum, but also spent a lot of time with his Nan and Pop (and his Pop was the local doctor, which inspired him to become a healer).

Basically he's been teased and bullied about the circumstances of his birth his entire life, then he goes to Hogwarts and they don't care that his parents weren't married, but they do care about his blood status. So he never removes the mudblood that was scratched into his trunk. It's who he is, he isn't about to let a word make him feel bad about himself.

Ted's confession of love here is also heavily inspired by many of the Austen confessions.

And you're completely forgiven for not realising I have some Romione fics, they do get a bit lost in all the Tedromeda, but they were my first ever OTP, so I'm a little bit fond of them.

[hekateinhell]

You say Armand/Daniel weren't your first vc ship, which makes me wonder what *were* your first vc ships? Were you ride and die for Armand/Lestat from the start or did that come later?

I accidentally wrote a dissertation (but it is the holidays and I have time to kill).

The Vampire Armand was the first VC book I remember reading. I may have picked up IWTV when I was 10 or so but I didn't make it very far, because I was 10 and not that precocious so I couldn't really follow along yet. But I just had turned 12 when I read TVA, and at the time I didn't make the connection to IWTV—did not realize there was an entire TVC until I had already gotten pretty deep into the story.

My first VC ships were Armand/Marius and Armand/Lestat. It took a few more years to be able to fully appreciate Devil's Minion and the absolute psychosexual hold it would have on me. I think I was about 16-17 when it... hit.

With Armand/Marius, the savior and student/teacher tropes really appealed to me as a kid who didn't actually comprehend much of those particular dynamics, and I was simply devastated by the way they were torn apart in Venice. As I got older and understood more, I did grow out of loving Marius and that ship altogether unless it's in fic, although I do think I'm able to empathize with him more and see him as a complete character now. I don't have to like someone in real life to feel empathy for them, and that translates over into fictional stuff for me personally. Everyone's different and honestly I don't overthink it lol.

Since I was introduced to Armand via his own book, I got to meet Lestat, Marius, and the rest of the cast through his eyes. I also have a rather peculiar habit (at least people tell me it's peculiar) of spoiling myself for everything I consume. I'll read the wiki pages of every movie and tv show before I watch them; I'll skip to the end of every book before I read the beginning so I'll know who's left standing. I don't like surprises! 

Technically, this is where I met Armand and Lestat:

It was Lestat, and he was tattered and dusty as he had been on the chapel floor. No thoughts emanated from his mind as far as I could figure, and his eyes looked vague and full of exhausting wonder. He stood before us, merely staring, and then as I rose to my feet, scrambled in fact, to embrace him; he came near to me, and whispered in my ear.

His voice was faltering and weak from lack of use, and he spoke very softly, his breath just touching my flesh.

"Sybelle," he said.

"Yes, Lestat, what is it, what about her, tell me," I said. I held his hands as firmly and lovingly as I could.

"Sybelle," he said again. "Do you think she would play the Sonata for me if you asked her? The Appassionato?"

I drew back and looked into his vague drifting blue eyes.

"Oh, yes," I said, near breathless with excitement, with overflowing feeling. "Lestat, I'm sure she would. Sybelle!"

Obviously, this Lestat guy is a big deal to Armand. Then when I went back and read the book properly (binged that baby in a day, took psychic damage that's still painfully evident today), I thought it was so interesting that Lestat really isn't featured in TVA that much and yet Armand doesn't talk about anyone the way he does Lestat. I was enchanted.

TVL was next on my list because I am a chaos gremlin with no respect for chronological order. Maybe this is why in my head I always think of TVL and TVA as companion novels? But I also see them as being the most similar in tone and style than any other two books in TVC. And once again, baby me was riveted by the L/A dynamic. 'Confusion and desire'! A 'monstrous intimacy'! The way Lestat describes Armand as one would a living angel, with all the horror, apprehension, allure, and worshipfulness that would entail.

Just as Armand doesn't speak on anyone the way he does Lestat, the same is true with Lestat when it comes to Armand. There's something so unique to their relationship and how they see each other that's not replicated with anyone else. I was hooked for life. 😔

And like I said, Devil's Minion came later to rearrange my brain chemistry one more time! I definitely go through phases with which ship I'm feeling the most but tbh I could talk about either of them all day long if given the opportunity (proof is in the archive, RIP). 🖤

But yes, I was an L/A girlie from day one, and I'm sure that's at least in part due to the way I started with TVA and TVL. I just love them so much, okay??? It's excellent writing and I think whether Anne meant to or not, she wrote them to complement each other perfectly and I'm gonna die emotional about it 🤧

#tl;dr: armand/marius and armand/lestat were baby's first ships #hekate lore time #i feel like i've answered this before but not in as much detail and i feel like rambling today i apologize #you ask and hekate answers #vc #armand

[mr-voorhees-husband]

I loved your hc and fic so much, Could I request a short fic of Tssm!Quentin and the reader going on a lil date :D

YES YESYEYSYSEYS

yes. 100% 1000%

Partially for myself because I wanna be Quentin's gossip partner but I can re-write it to be more romantic if you so desire my friend (also this was written on mobile too, so it will be properly formatted later i promise)

Warnings: a lil body horror in Quentin's story?, Reader + Quentin go on a cute date and do.. idk date things (man I'm aroace idk how dates work)

Reader - Mostly gender neutral but Quentin uses masc compliments

"What happened to 'hanging low'?"

Quentin scoffed at your question, dismissing it with one of his signature smirks. For someone who had the smartest person in the city as his bestfriend, he didn't make the smartest decsions sometimes. His ego wouldn't let him and he was lucky you liked that about him. If you didn't, Quentin would be minus a partner. "Please, Mysterio never hides, especially not when it comes to bringing his handsome partner on a date, my love."

"Mhm," You hummed, taking a sip of the expensive champagne he'd bought, "and what will the wonderful Mysterio do if Spider-man happens to crash our date?"

"Ah-" Quentin got a look on his face, an odd flurry of panic and concern. He'd obviously not thought of it, and it had you biting back a smile from the otherside of the table. It'd been his idea, or rather, his insisting that ended you two in this high end restaurant. It really was nice, expensive as all hell, but nice nonetheless. You were lucky you talked him out of going to another one down the street, a semi-formal dress code was much more appealing than a black-tie one. "Well- he'd beat him, and take his date to a much better restaurant."

"You mean like how you beat him last night?" You were teasing, of course. Quentin could tell from a mile away when you had that glint in your eyes that you didn't mean harm. He flushed with a pout, before clearing his throat and sitting up straighter.

"That was Shocker's fault, he shot at me." You nodded at his words, deciding against pointing out how it was in fact Quentin who got in the way of the blast. "Oh- did I tell you about what happened before the fight?"

That was another thing you adored about you villainous actor, he gossiped. So much it wasn't funny, but oh, it was more than just a little entertaining. Being his partner meant you were told everything he knew... which meant you basically knew everything about the Sinister Eleven.

It'd probably be best if you didn't meet them at this point, anyway. You don't think you could look Sandman in the eyes after learning how his clothes work...

"So, Flint, O'hirn, Adrian, and Mason are all in the like.. living room area?" You raised an eyebrow and he waved his hand, something, you learned, he did often. "Not important, anyway. You know how Rhino can take off the chest and pelvis piece, right?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, you told me." You had to think about it for a moment, but he most definitely had told you at some point.

"He'd taken off his chest piece because he needed to cool down, so he's laying on his and Ox's designated area, cooling down." Quentin was in it now, hands moving as he talked. You'd have to start making a list of all the things you liked about him, you realized. How animated he was would definitely be one of the top 5. "Sandman goes over, and says something along the lines of 'do you think i can fit in the rest of the armor?' So of course Alex wants to see if he can."

"Oh god."

"It gets worse." Quentin's smile was on the edge of being sadistic, eyes lit up as if this was the funniest thing in the world. "Sandman slips into the armor, and its all fine and dandy. Until he realizing, he, for some reason, is moving."

"No. Please don't tell me he-?"

"It took them two hours to sort him out of Rhino's tissue." You cringed, the little details given being enough to give you the full picture. Quentin giggled like an insane person, and you couldn't help but chuckle in response. "I mean- why would they even thing that was a good idea?"

"Aren't these the same two guys that Spidey used to beat on a daily basis back before Mysterio?" His nod had you shaking your head in disbelief. "Jesus you'd expect them to know better."

"Exactly!" Quentin's sudden raise in volume had people looking your direction, but you just glared in response. So your boyfriend was loud, so he could be a bit chaotic. So what? That didn't mean they could say anything, especially not while you were here.

A blissful sigh had you looking back at him, your eyes finding his in a stare that had you blushing. Another thing you liked about him, you noted, was how he looked at you. Like you were some kind of deity. It was equal parts embarrassing and adorable. "What?"

"I like it when you get angry for me." Quentin reached over, smirking like the little stuck-up idiot (affectionate) he was, and picking you hand up in his own. "It makes me happy I found someone to brag about."

"Wow," you flushed, chuckling, "that's a hell of a change of pace."

Quentin smiled, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he downright purred his next words. "Its why you love me."

With a roll of your eyes, despite how your heart was fluttering and your face rivaled the color of a peach, you scoffed.

"That and a couple 100 other reasons," You pulled his own hand to you, flipping the script as you kissed the ring finger knuckle, "my love."

#quentin beck #tssm #tssm mysterio #the spectacular spider man #tssm quentin beck #mysterio #i litterally couldn't wait to write this #i'll edit it in the morning i promise #but oh my god #Quentin <33

[a3rarepairstournament]

Hi, out of curiosity, can I ask how you gauge what's popular? I'm not trying to argue with your list or anything, I'm just genuinely curious.

Hi anon! Here's our reasoning.

We're basically basing ourselves on the amount of fan content available for the pair, and how much its talked about in the fandom. Also, some pairs may be popular some times more than others, or are mostly drawn as playverse ships, which we also try to take into consideration. Thus, some ships may not have a lot fics available on Ao3 but may have a lot of fanart from both EN and/or JP sides; and/or are often mentioned in AUs and such, which we then don't consider as rarepairs.

Speaking of which, we realized after posting the guidelines that TasuAzu may not be considered as a rarepair based on these factors, and may update our guidelines. If this happens, we will properly announce it on its own post; if you submitted TasuAzu, we apologize for the inconvenience.

#poll faq #I hope that my explanation isn't too confusing. #mod s speaks

[mrs-amber]

Hello 🐉

Here the fluff anon from before. Thank you so much for your recs. I wanted you to know that I loved them. I read them all and I loved the good start I got for exploring the fandom. Now I wanted to ask if you have some fics you would call an absolute must-read on entering the fandom? Obviously, you don‘t have to answer this as I‘m already really grateful for your first rec list. Thank you for.

Hello, my fluff anon!! 🧡🌷 I'm so glad to hear about you again! And I'm so happy that you liked the fics I suggested 🥰 it means a lot to me!!

I don't know about the general opinion of the fandom about the "must read fics" but I could totally rec you some that I think are very good and must be read? So if you don't mind me, here I go:

Last With Me Through the Night by @itsthegameilike: they meet as kids. This fic has so much to it that I don't even know where to start. It was one of the first I read on the fandom and I instantly got addicted to the "best friends to lovers" trope for these two. I actually think I've started to like so many tropes because of this fic...

Touch You by @steelestingray: because if you haven't read Steele's, then you must. This is a bodyguard au, a little heavier than fluffiness, but it's extremely good and I'll never get tired of talking about it.

my heart's root by @damiaanos: this fic was what got me into modern times au captive prince, because I was a little scared to take them from the canon verse before reading this. Also, here you can see what we do to poor Torveld in this fandom...

Basket of Figs by @dreamdropxoxo: Regency Times au. Omegaverse au. I'm not sure if I told you to read any omegaverse before but well, better later than never. And you'll se lots of them in this fandom.

Artes Academy by @laurent-ofvere: Laurent and Damen hate each other. Hate sex. That's it, but it's so good. This fic got me going insane.

Higher Education by @barbitone: Berencel Time!!! You've never said if you're into other pairings, but as I am and I like this fic so very much, I think you should read it too.

Also, I'm gonna leave here for you two other fics that I haven't made a proper rec yet, so it'll be with the link straight to Ao3, but I thought maybe you should give it a try!

Right Now, You're Smitten by @itsthegameilike: this one is actually one of my favorites as well, and I think I never made a proper rec for it because it's been a long time since I read it and I wanted to give it justice and write something good about it. Maybe it's time to read it again and make a rec... It's very fluff, slow burn, fake dating thing, overcoming the regent thing. You'll like it.

The Veretian Flytrap by Just_Another_Day: okay, I must be honest and confess I haven't read this one yet, but I've seen lots of people reccomend it and say this is the best omegaverse fic on this fandom, so maybe it's worth a shot?

#👻 asks #🐉 anon #here you go anon! #I hope you like this one too!! #also just tell me if you need more recs 😌 #it'll be my pleasure to help you #captive prince #lamen #berencel #laurent of vere #damianos of akielos #✨ asks #✨ #also I realize that I don't talk much about the fic properly in these lists #but you can find more information about them if you click on the links on their names #alsooo I'm only reccomending fics I haven't reccomended on the other ask! #the other ones are pretty good as well

[notsowrites]

Happy New Year 🥳, is too early to ask your impressions about a future Malex wedding? and/or could you maybe use it as a prompt? when you’ve rested enough obviously :)

Happy New Year, anon! 🎉

I love this question. I love this question A LOT.

So, my personal headcanon for Malex getting married has always been that they'd basically elope. Neither of them want big or fancy or grand. And Michael hates the idea of spending all that money for what, right? But he also would yell from the rooftops his laundry list of reasons he loves Alex (and he does in his vows, like he literally just would start listing them out, and talking about how amazing Alex is, and really everyone would get tired of listening) given the opportunity. He wants the world to know how worthy Alex Manes is of being loved and cherished, and he refuses to hold back.

But Alex. He'll do whatever Michael wants. It's just harder for him to articulate the reasons the same way Michael can - words are not something that come easily to Alex. Especially where Michael is concerned. But he knows how Michael makes him feel, he knows that Michael gives him the space he needs but has never been able to properly verbalize. He knows that when Michael kisses him, when Michael puts his hands on his face or the back of neck, he knows he's safe, he's loved. So when Michael says, "let's get married" Alex knows it's exactly what he wants too.

They go to city hall, and it's just their friends and family as witnesses. It's Liz and Max, and Kyle and Isobel, and Maria and Greg, and Sanders and Mimi and Arturo are there because they're important to them as well. And it's all they need - just them and the people who love them.

Afterwards, they have a reception at the Wild Pony, because Isobel insisted on something (and she knows that she'll be able to plan the fancy goes all out wedding for Liz and Max). And there's more people that show up for that, and Max and Maria give the toast, and by the end of it there isn't a dry eye because not only is it obvious how much Michael and Alex are loved by the people in their lives, it's obvious just how much they love each other. And Max tells everyone about high school, and Prom, and realizing that moment he knew Alex was different for Michael. And Maria tells everyone about the Museum Guy, and the little bits she knew about this guy who'd basically stolen Alex's heart at seventeen, but she didn't know the identity of until ten years later.

As for what we could see in canon? Any of that is fine with me 😂. I'd love to see them engaged. I'd love to see them being together around other people. I want to see them talking about the future together. As for who proposed to who? While I think Michael is more likely to spring the question about getting married, I think I'd love to see Alex ask. I want him to get to that point where he is confident in himself that he doesn't overthink what Michael might say in response. That he won't focus on all the things he still has to do to make the world a better, safer place for Michael. That he'll lean all in, and jump because he knows Michael will be there to catch him. That he deserves to have the husband, the happy ever ending, just as much as anyone else.

This got long, but I also wrote a fic back in 2019 where Malex gets married. It was written pre-1x11, but it's one of my favorite things I've written for the RNM fandom. Anyway, I hope that answers your question? I might write another wedding-type fic for Malex eventually, but I don't know how I'm gonna top the one I already wrote. 💜

#roswell new mexico #malex #ask notso

[kinglazrus]

Never Too Late

Phic Phight | AO3 | FFN

Prompts used are listed at the end of the fic.

Summary: "Hey, sorry, I know this sounds crazy, but I need help. Can you kiss me? My ex is here and I really don't want to talk to him right now." In a universe where the portal didn't work and Danny had a different accident his freshman year, he meets Sam Manson at a bar one year after graduating high school.

Or: the world where Danny Phantom doesn't exist. Yet.

Word count: 5846

—

This is not where Danny imagined finding himself after high school. He had a plan: graduate with decent grades, good enough for a solid STEM program; get his masters in something, maybe engineering; get a job in said field and get work experience; apply to NASA and become an astronaut; and, most importantly, go to space. Simple. Solid. Easy enough to follow. That was the plan. Instead, here he is, a year after graduating, twenty minutes after saying goodbye to his little sister while she goes off to college, sitting at a bar alone. He doesn't even like to drink, hasn't had enough experience with it to like it. The only person he could imagine himself going out for a drink with is halfway across the country being a computer whiz at MIT.

There's also the small matter of neither Danny nor Tucker being twenty-one yet, but that's what fake IDs are for. The long-distance is a much greater concern.

Danny takes his straw and pokes the ice in his drink. He doesn't even know what he ordered. Something fruity. A margarita, maybe a cocktail? All he asked the bartender for was something that tastes like strawberries, and she delivered.

He takes a sip and scans the room. The place is fairly crowded for the middle of the week, which must mean he either chose a good bar, or there's some important event going on that he doesn't know about. Could be either, honestly. Despite how busy it is, the stools on either side of Danny remain empty. At least until a girl with purple hair drops into the seat next to him.

"Hey, sorry, I know this sounds crazy, but I need help. Can you kiss me? My ex is here and I don't want to talk to him right now."

Danny gapes at her.

"Come on." The girl picks at her nail polish. "I need a nod or something. I'm not just gonna assault you, but I think he's coming over and I really need a reason not to talk to him."

Danny leans to the side, peering over her shoulder. It's hard to tell through the crowd, but there does seem to be someone headed towards them. A tall guy with spiked white hair.

"Please?"

"I- uh, sure!"

The girl grabs Danny's shirt and yanks him forward, their lips smashing together. It's not a pleasant kiss, at first. Their teeth clink together. There's too much pressure. Danny isn't sure if he's supposed to open his mouth and make it a proper fakeout-makeout or stay chaste. She decides for him.

Her hand moves from his shirt to the back of his neck, lips parting as she does until they're melting into one another. After a few stunned seconds, Danny realizes he kiss her back, to sell it. His hands flounder about her waist, unsure if it's okay to touch her. Again, she takes the lead, pressing his hand down and oh god that's bare skin. She's wearing a crop top. Her skin is smooth. And soft.

Her lips are soft, too, and taste like grape. So is her hair. Minus the grape and tasting thing. Danny tugs the girl closer, surer of himself. His hands roam, not anywhere inappropriate, but he holds her close, curving an arm around her waist until they're flush against each other.

Somewhere across the bar, someone whoops.

The girl pulls away a second later. Danny follows after her and nearly slips off his stool. A hand against his mouth stops him and he finally opens his eyes. The girl is turned away, looking over her shoulder. Danny follows her gaze and catches the patch of white hair ducking through the door.

"Thank God." The girl relaxes and pulls away completely, putting a modest amount of space between them as she settles properly on her stool. She reaches for his drink and takes a sip, pausing a moment to frown, then swirls it around her mouth and swallows.

"What is this?" she asks, setting the drink back down.

"Margarita?" Danny suggests.

"It's definitely not. But thanks."

"You're welcome."

Something about the girl feels familiar. She looks about his age but must be at least a couple of years older since she's in a bar. Dark makeup, dark clothes. The only colour Danny can find on her is the purple of her nails, hair, and eyes.

"You have purple eyes," Danny says.

"You know your colours, that's very good. You must have done well in kindergarten." She leans forward and flags down the bartender.

Danny keeps staring while she orders her drink. Not a lot of people have purple eyes. In fact, Danny has only ever met two people with purple eyes. His mother and— "Samantha?"

"Sam," she corrects automatically. "You know my name."

"Was that..." Danny thinks of the white-haired guy. "Elliot Gregor? You're actually Samantha Manson?"

Danny just kissed Samantha Manson. Too bad that couldn't happen a few years ago; he would have shot up the Casper High food chain if it did.

"No, I'm just borrowing her name and face for tonight."

"You're not twenty-one."

"So? Neither are you. But at least my fake ID works."

Danny wrinkles his nose. "You know who I am? Wait... what about my ID? "

Sam nods to his drink. "What does that taste like to you?"

"Strawberries."

"Exactly."

Sam watches Danny with a smirk while he grabs his glass and takes a generous sip. It tastes exactly as he said it did, like strawberries. Only strawberries. It reminds him of the smoothies his sister used to make, the ones with a handful of ice, fruit, and some kind of juice. It tastes like juice.

"Oh my God."

Sam tips her head back and laughs. Danny tries not to stare, but it's really hard when her hair slips over her shoulder, exposing a tattoo of a bat on her collar bone. His gaze dips down and he sees more. A coffin on her forearm. A spider on her hip, almost exactly where his hands had been moments ago. Danny shivers.

Sam smiles at him. "I can't believe they clocked you that easy. Wait, no, I can't believe you didn't notice they clocked you."

"It could be a mistake."

"Sure it is."

"Hey, excuse me," Danny asks the bartender when she sets down Sam's drink. "I think there's been a mix-up. There's no alcohol in this."

The bartender leans forward, giving Danny a quick once over. He sits ups straighter and squares his shoulders. Making himself bigger should make him look older.

"Listen, I won't kick you out since your girlfriend is here, and you don't seem like you're trying to cause trouble. But I only give virgin drinks to virgins." The bartender taps his glass before moving to someone else across the bar.

"I am not a–" Danny cuts himself off because he most definitely is a virgin, but he doesn't want Sam Manson to know that.

"Cute."

"She didn't even give me my ID back."

Sam chokes on her drink. Pressing a hand to her mouth, she turns to Danny with mirth-filled eyes. "She took your ID?"

"I thought it was a normal thing they do!

Sam's head drops to the bar. Her shoulders shake. Danny thinks she might honestly be crying with laughter.

"Glad you're having fun," he mutters. He goes to take another sip of this drink then stops, scowling at it. He came here to get drunk. What a waste of time. "I'm Danny Fenton, by the way"

Sam finally pulls herself back together, carefully wiping the tears from her eyes. She takes a long sip of her drink smiling all the while. "So you are."

"We went to high school together."

"Yes, we did."

"Wait... you know?"

Sam glances at him out of the corner of her eye. "Of course, I know. I knew your age, idiot. Why did you think I wouldn't? You think I'm just going to come up to some random buy I've never met and ask him to kiss me?"

"Well, uh..." Danny fumbles for a reason that doesn't sound insulting. "It's just... you're rich? You were one of the A-listers? I'm pretty sure you only spoke to me, like, twice the whole time we were there."

Sam's eyes narrow. She takes another long sip, but her smile has disappeared. It makes Danny nervous. What he said couldn't have sounded that bad.

"Wow." Danny didn't know a word like 'wow' could be spit out like that, full of scorn, but Sam makes it work. "That's what you thought—think—of me?"

"It's not– I just meant–"

"Let's get some facts straight. Yeah, I'm rich, so what? And it shouldn't matter who my friends were. Maybe you were the one who only spoke to me twice. I didn't exactly see any olive branches of friendship coming from your direction. I think it's pretty damn shallow of you to make assumptions like that."

Danny can't help but snap back. "This, coming from an A-lister."

Sam slams her glass down on the bar top. "I was not–!" She takes a deep breath and slowly releases her glass, flexing her fingers. "I was not an A-lister. I just hung out with them."

"Is there a difference?"

"You know what?" Sam slams her drink back with impressive speed. In a few gulps, the glass is empty and back on the counter. "I thought I might have a nice conversation with an old classmate, but if you're going to be an ass I'm just gonna leave. Maybe I should have kissed a random stranger."

As Sam turns, Danny reaches out and grabs her wrist. "No, wait, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Well, I did mean that, but I don't see what the difference is. Hanging out with the A-listers makes you an A-lister. I was a loser in high school, okay? And... I had stuff going on. I didn’t pay attention to people but that's not the point. Don't leave." Danny squeezes her hand. "Please?"

Sam stands still, her back to him. Danny loosens his grip, willing to accept when he's lost, even if he doesn't want to. Before he can let go completely, Sam's arm twists and she grabs his hand, turning back toward him.

"That was a shitty apology. But I like it when guys are pathetic and whiny, so, I guess I'll stay." Sam reclaims her seat.

They don't say anything for a few minutes. Danny nurses his drink, only sulking a little bit that there's no alcohol in it, while Sam orders something called a hurricane. He opens his mouth a few times, trying to restart the conversation, but has no idea what to say.

Sam wasn't wrong. Thinking back on his years in high school, he can't remember any time he tried to reach out and make new friends. He thought he didn't need any. Tucker was already his best friend in the world, practically his brother. And with the stigma of the Fenton name following him around... it seemed like a lost cause from the start. It probably was.

He had too much going on, anyway.

"Did you never go to any high school parties?"

Danny jumps, nearly flinging his glass across the bar, at the sound of Sam's voice. "What?"

"Your drink. You didn't notice there wasn't any alcohol. I'm assuming this was your first time using your ID since you didn't know it was a dud. But come on. What teenager hasn't had a few drinks?"

"Never got invited to any."

"Freshman year. I threw a party when my parents were out of town; open invitation to anyone who wanted to come. Your friend was there. Weren't you?"

Danny sips at his now disappointing drink "When was that?"

"After the first semester exams."

His head bobs. "I wasn't there."

"Yeah, that's why I'm asking."

"No. I wasn't at school then. You know."

Sam blinks at him. Her eyes widen. "Oh, shit." She actually sounds sorry. "Right. I forgot. The accident."

What a neat little description. The accident. Two words to summarize the worst day of his life, followed by the worst year of his life, full of hospital visits, headaches, and a rotation of doctors so numerous Danny couldn't even name half of them now. And only part of that is because of the traumatic brain injury.

Okay, so most of it probably is, but his memory is a lot better now.

"Did your dad ever..." Sam trails off. "It's just, you hear things, but you don't hear everything, so..."

"He's alive if that's what you're asking. He's come a long way."

"Good. I would have felt bad."

"Now who's being the ass?"

Sam's face turns red. "You know what I mean. I still feel bad, but it's not like me feeling bad helps you any."

"No, it doesn't. Thanks for that."

Sam raises an eyebrow.

"No one ever thinks of that. Some people are okay with all the 'I'm sorry's and heartfelt wishes. But none of that got me back to school faster. It didn't get my dad back on his feet. It's nice knowing people care, but there's a big difference between someone who cares and someone in your biology class whose mother told them your sob story and now they feel bad for you. So, thanks. For knowing it doesn't do anything."

They fall silent again when Sam's new drink comes. It looks like a cherry slushie, although a little too pink. The glass is rimmed with salt and has a lime wedge stuck on it.

"This is a margarita," Sam says before taking a sip. "Mm. Strawberry."

"You're an ass."

"Takes one to know one. So, why are you here trying to get drunk on a Wednesday night?"

"Jazz—my little sister—starts college next week. She's flying out there a few days early to get settled in. Her plane took off about twenty minutes ago."

"So, is this a sad drink? A celebratory drink? A 'my bratty sister is out of the house hooray' drink? Ooh, or is it 'my genius sister is going off to do genius things while I'm stuck here.' Please be that last one. It sounds fun."

"And pathetic and you like pathetic?" Danny grins.

"Got it in one."

"My genius sister is off to do genius things while I'm stuck here. But I'm happy for her. At least one of us got to escape the family business."

Sam wrinkles her nose. It's cute when she does that. "What your parents do is a family business?"

"Believe it or not, yeah. On my dad's side. I've got ghost hunter blood dating back to the witching eras." Danny grins into his drink, but it's a harsh smile. "I was doomed from the start, wasn't I?"

"Totally."

"What are you here for?"

Sam takes her time answering. Danny doesn't mind it. He has all the time in the world. No one is expecting it at home. His only friend is gone. So is his sister. The only things waiting for him there are his pain meds and his puzzles. Brain function tests, his parents call them. To help him keep improving his memory, coordination, et cetera. As if they aren't just there to keep him busy.

"I am very rich," Sam says after some time.

"Congratulations."

"No, that's not– my parents are rich. Have been all my life. My dad inherited his family business, and my mom helps him run it. In high school, I wasn't rich, my parents were. But now I am rich. Because my grandma was also rich, but she and my mom didn't get along. So, she changed her will and made me the sole inheritor of everything she owns. And she died yesterday."

Sam ducks her head, letting her bangs fall in front of her face. Danny tries to be respectful and look away, but he can't stand it when girls cry. It reminds him too much of his sister.

"Can I?" he asks, lightly touching her shoulder.

Sam falls against his side, accepting his hug instantly. Danny runs his hands through Sam's hair, the same way he knows Jazz likes.

"You're not going to say sorry?" Sam's voice cracks.

"It wouldn't help anything."

"Yeah, it wouldn't." Danny holds Sam until she's ready to let go. He gives her as much privacy as he can while she dabs at her tears with a napkin. It should be awkward, he thinks. They barely know each other and here they are prattling on about their woes. It's nice, though. Danny hasn't had someone to confide in like this since Tucker left. Oh, he always had his sister, but he couldn't lean on her like that. All his life Danny has tried to be the barrier between her and anything unpleasant. Including, more than once, the results of their parent's escapades.

He thinks he's done a good job at it. The fact that Jazz loves Christmas is proof enough for him. And that's the thing. Danny hates Christmas, and always has, because of their parents and their stupid argument. So he made Christmas good for his sister. He learned to cook for her. Learned how to help her with her homework, even when he's the one who usually needed help. Learned how to braid her hair. Hell, he even learned how to do makeup because he caught her playing in their mother's makeup once when they were little. Danny has done everything for Jazz, and because of that, he could never let her do something for him. He knows so well how that wears on a person, especially someone so young.

If that means he has to grin and bear it when his life is falling apart around him, then so be it.

"This is no fun when I'm the only one getting drunk." Sam pushes Danny's glass toward him. "Finish that."

She stands up before he can say anything, heading toward their bartender. Danny shrugs and obeys, finishing his drink in a few large gulps. Sam comes back a minute later with a new drink in hand. It's the same kind of glass Danny's was in, and the colour isn't too far off, either. Sam glances between her new drink and Danny's empty one. She dips her fingers into hers and flicks a few drops onto her shirt, going the extra mile of drying her fingers on her low collar. Her very low collar.

Wow, that's a pretty necklace. Black cord, a silver pendant. He is staring at her necklace. He could draw that necklace in his sleep. He is definitely not looking at the curve of skin the necklace rests against as Sam smears more drink onto her shirt.

"Take this." She shoves her full drink into Danny's hands and pushes it under the table.

"Hey!" Danny flinches when the cold drink spills onto his jeans. Great. Now they'll be sticky and smell like whatever a hurricane smells like.

"Shush. Now go find a table. There's one in the back corner." Sam takes the empty glass and slides out of her seat. Rather than moving to do as asked, Danny stays rooted in place, eyes trailing after Sam as she walks to the other side of the bar. A different bartender is working there, a guy they haven't spoken to yet tonight. Sam leans over the counter, showing off her... necklace, and says something to the guy while holding out the empty glass. Less than a minute later, Sam has another hurricane in her hands.

It's only when she turns and starts scanning the bar that Danny remembers he was supposed to move. He quickly gets up and shoves his way through the crowd toward her.

"Couldn't get a table?" Sam asks.

"Sure." It's not like he could tell her he was watching her the whole time. Girls just love it when you tell them you couldn't stop staring at the fishnet leggings they are wearing under their shorts.

"There's one right there. Come on." Sam grabs Danny's wrist and drags him through the crowd. He tries not to smile like an idiot, but it's hard. When they reach the table, Sam takes the glass from Danny's hand and gives him the drink she hasn't dipped her fingers in.

"There. To make up for missing my party freshman year. Your very first alcoholic drink on me." Sam grimaces and tugs at her top.

Danny's gaze shoots up to the ceiling. Those sure are some sparkling clean tiles.

"Literally, on me. I told the guy I spilled it. It had better not make it back to Paulina Sanchez that I used my breasts to get a free drink, got it?"

"Yeah, uh-huh. You know, there are twenty-four tiles on this side of the bar."

Sam follows Danny's gaze upwards. "You're weird. We should have been friends in high school. Now drink your hurricane. You should get to enjoy something tonight that's not a virgin."

Danny counts the seconds—eleven—before Sam realizes what she said and how it sounded. Her face turns scarlet, nearly the same shade as their drinks, and she busies herself with a long sip. Danny follows her lead and nearly spits it right back out.

"Oh, relax. It's a cocktail. It's one of the weakest-tasting things you could get. You should try whiskey or bourbon. A whole finger of it."

"No, thank you." Danny tries again. Prepared for the taste this time, it's not as bad. The alcohol cuts through the fruity taste but doesn't overwhelm it. He could get used to this. "I like cocktails," he announces.

"Way to out yourself as a first-time drinker."

Danny sticks his tongue out at Sam before recapturing his straw and taking another, longer sip. He came here tonight to be sad, drunk, and alone, but this is much better.

—

"And– and– and then–" When Sam waves her hand, her drink sloshes, some of it spilling out over her fingers. "Oh, shit." She ducks her head forward and licks it off before continuing. "And then when Dash opened his locker, and... teddy bears!"

She bursts out laughing, spilling even more of her drink, but she doesn't care. Danny snickers along beside her.

"You're not laughing!" Sam protests.

"I am, I swear! Haha! See? That was a laugh."

"I just told a great story about your– your greatest enemy. And you're not laughing. You are so rude."

"No, listen." Danny beckons Sam closer. She leans across the table, turning her ear toward him. With a hand cupped around his mouth, he loudly whispers, "I put the bears in there."

There's a pause. Then Sam shrieks with laughter, slamming her hand on the table. "I knew it! I fucking knew it! Oh my god, Star didn't believe me when I said it had to be you, but I saw it. You kept one of his bears, didn't you?"

"It was my trophy for a prank well pulled," Danny says.

"You earned it."

They both go back to their drinks, giggling. Danny lost track of how many they had. It couldn't be that much, although Sam has had a great deal more than him. High tolerance and all that. It also helps that if she so much as smiles at the guy bartender he gives her a free shot. Sam is Danny's new drinking buddy. They should make this a weekly thing.

"No one thought it could be you because of the brain thing. You know, the"—Sam thumps a fist against her head—"thing."

"Oh, yeah." Danny stares into his glass. Something niggles at the back of his brain. Something he's forgetting. "I don't think I'm supposed to drink."

"You quitting on me, Fenton?"

"No, no. The... the thing. With the head..." Danny's face scrunches as he thinks hard, but it keeps slipping away from him. "I can't remember."

Sam catches Danny's eye. "You can't remember.

"I can't remember."

They break, falling to the table shaking with laughter.

"Hey," someone interrupts them. "We've had some complaints about your noise level."

It takes Danny and Sam a minute to compose themselves. Every time they make eye contact, they start giggling again. Danny can't help it. He can't remember. There's something important about his past head injury, which damaged his memory, and he can't remember what the important thing is. Drink lots of water. Hydrate. Hydration is important.

"This counts as hydration," Danny tells his drink as he takes another sip.

"Wait, didn't you leave?"

Finally, Danny looks up and sees the bartender, the lady that wouldn't serve him.

"You stole my ID," Danny says.

"I confiscated a fake. Who gave you that?"

Instead of answering, Danny keeps sucking his drink down. Beside him, Sam does the same. Neither of them meets the bartender's gaze.

"Nope, not happening." The bartender reaches out to take the glass, missing by an inch when Danny leans back. Air gurgles through his straw as he finishes the last drops. The bartender glares at Sam. "You giving him drinks? That's it, you're both out."

"What about my tab?" Sam asks.

The bartender's eyes narrow. She stomps off toward the machine. The second her back is turned, Sam shoves her half-full drink at Danny and grabs her wallet. She pulls out a handful of bills and slaps them down, then turns to Danny.

He holds out her now finished drink.

"Rude." Sam grabs the glass and sets it down over the bills, then snags Danny's hand and drags him outside. They run down the sidewalk even though no one is chasing them. Sam has to lean on him for a moment, hopping on one foot, then the other as she takes off her heels. In three quick strides, she is far ahead of him.

"No fair!" Danny shouts. "I've never been drunk before!"

"That's because you were a loser in high school!"

They run for three blocks before eventually slowing down. Danny grabs a stitch in his side and bends over. "Oh my god. I haven't ran that much since... ever."

"Gym class," Sam suggests.

"I got a pass on account of being brain damaged and at risk for injury."

Sam, already recovered from their sprint, looks up and down the street. "I have no idea where we are."

Danny squints at the nearest street sign but can't make out what it says. He recognizes the buildings, though. "My house is nearby. Need a place to crash?"

"Ugh, yes, please. My mom keeps bitching about Grandma's will. I think she's just distracting herself from the sadness, but it's pissing me off. Your parents won't mind?"

Danny shakes his head. "They're out of town. Meeting Jazz at college with all her stuff. They had some kind of convention to go to and decided to turn it into a road trip."

It's a twenty-minute walk back to Fenton Works. The brisk night air helps clear Danny's head somewhat, but he still feels tipsy. He stumbles over nothing and struggles to put one foot in front of the other. How Sam does this in heels he doesn't know.

"Drink lots of water," Sam tells him. "And eat some bread. Take an Advil. It'll help when the morning comes."

They both wince when they turn onto the last street. The Fenton Works sign is a nuisance on an average night, but now, while he's drunk, it's blinding. They keep their heads down as they make for the front door. Danny fumbles with his keys too long. Sam has to take them from him and unlock the door himself, letting them both inside. The first thing Danny does when he makes it through the door is head for the light switch panel on the other side of the room. He flicks a switch and the Fenton Works sign turns off.

"You mean to tell me, all these years, that thing can be turned off?" Sam glares out the window. "How much electricity does that waste?"

"Oh, that's nothing." Danny beckons Sam forward and leads her to the basement door. He pushes it open. The main lights are off, but there is still a soft glow at the bottom of the stairs. "Nothing down here ever gets turned off."

"Disgusting. I want to see it." Sam squeezes past Danny and heads downstairs.

Danny considers stopping her. The lab is supposed to be off-limits to strangers, but Sam isn’t a stranger. She's his new drinking buddy. His former classmate. Maybe, now, his friend. He shrugs and follows her.

Growing up with a lab for a basement loses its lustre quickly. Danny can't remember ever being fascinated by its existed. He didn't even realize lab basements weren't normal until fourth grade. Sam, however, stands in the middle of the room, turning in circles and taking it in with wide eyes.

"Does all of this work?" she asks.

Danny shrugs. "It's supposed to. Can't exactly test it since ghosts aren't real. Nothing to try it on."

Sam stumbles for the nearest countertop. Her hands drift over a gun laying out on the table, its insides gutted, wires spewing from the barrel. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen." She glances up at the blinking monitors hanging from the wall. "So bad for the environment, but cool."

It doesn’t take long for her to set her eyes on the Fenton's prize invention, and their biggest failure. The Fenton Portal.

"Does that work?" Sam asks.

Danny shrugs again. "They plugged it in five years ago and nothing has happened with it since."

Sam drops to the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the portal. She pats the space beside her. Seeing no reason not to, Danny joins her.

"The family business, huh," she says.

"Yep."

"My family business isn't half as cool as this."

"Bummer." Danny remembers the day his parents plugged the portal in. It's the last day he remembers clearly before the accident. It was a Saturday. Danny's dad woke him up early in the morning, even though Danny wanted to sleep in. Weekends were the only days Danny didn't get up early to make Jazz something good for breakfast.

He remembers complaining the whole time as his father dragged him downstairs to the kitchen where, to Danny's surprise, Mom had made breakfast. Waffles, homemade, with all kinds of syrups, eggs, and bacon. She used one of Danny's recipes, from the binder he kept next to the cookie trays.

They were celebrating, Mom said. Celebrating the unveiling of their greatest invention. Everyone was all bright smiles and happy faces, stomachs full of sweet syrup and fluffy waffles. Everyone but Danny. He picked at his breakfast with a frown. It just didn't make sense to him. His parents made breakfast. They made a good breakfast. They were capable of it, always had been, and yet...

Danny remembers frozen waffles. He remembers eating cereal by the handful at an empty kitchen table. He remembers picking through apples to find one that was the least bruised, that didn't have some kind of questionable stain on it. After breakfast, their parents ushered Danny and Jazz downstairs, showing off the great hole in the wall they had been hiding all summer. With great aplomb, Dad slammed a pair of extension cords together. The portal sparked. That was it.

At the time, Danny felt vindicated. All their hard work, their late nights, the days and days that would go by where Danny and Jazz barely caught a glimpse of their parents. All of that for nothing but a spark. He was happy when it didn't work back then.

"Do you ever wish things had gone differently?" Danny asks.

Sam hums. "What kind of things?"

"Anything. Like high school. You said we should have been friends. Do you think we could have been?"

"I don't know."

Danny picks at his jeans. "You were surprised I knew your name."

"So were you."

"Yeah, but I didn't realize you knew who I was. You knew who I was, though."

"I wasn't an A-lister. I hung out with them because our parents knew each other. We grew up in close proximity, but we weren't friends. I wasn't one of them." Sam reaches up and traces the bat tattoo on her neck. "I was just there. Existing in the background. I didn't think anyone paid attention to me."

"I had a crush on you," Danny blurts out. He cups a hand over his face so he doesn't have to see Sam's shocked expression. "I thought you were cool. You look better in black, by the way. I remember you wearing a lot more pink back then."

"You're not going to believe this." Sam snorts and shakes her head. "You really aren't going to believe it. I had a crush on you, too."

Danny gapes at her. "You're lying."

"I'm serious! You had a weird family, and you didn't care what people thought. I liked that. And you were always really good with your sister. It was sweet."

"I always cared what people thought." They stare into the gaping hole. It hasn't changed at all in the last five years. His parents spent so long putting it together; they didn't want to take it apart again.

"What would you do differently?" Sam asks.

Danny pretends to mull the question over, even though he already knows the answer. "I would make the portal work."

"How?"

"I don't know, but I would do it. I almost tried to. After I got home from the hospital and was recovering, the summer before sophomore year. I tried to convince Tucker to go inside with me and take a look. He chickened out, though. He was worried I would get hurt again. Bad history with labs and all that."

"Do you still want to?"

Now Danny has to pause and think. He's not foolish enough to believe he could make the portal work now. It wouldn't change anything, anyway. But after the accident, he wondered. If the portal had worked, would they have gone on that road trip? Would his parents have thought about their old friend, or would he have stayed out of their minds? Somewhere, in some universe, there must be a Danny Fenton who didn't go through what he did. He can't decide if it's comforting or not.

"It's a good night for firsts." Sam stands up and stretches her arms above her head. Her gaze scans the lab, eyes lighting up when she finds what she's looking for. Danny stays seated while she strides to a cabinet on the far wall labelled "PPE." She throws open the door, revealing a row of hazmat suits. Grabbing one, she holds it out to Danny.

"You missed out on a lot of stuff, but it's never too late to fix that. So, what do you say? Want to take a look inside? I bet it's cool."

Danny glances between the hazmat suit and the portal. He grins. "Why not? It can't hurt to check it out."

As Sam said, it's never too late.

—

Submitted by @xsailorsakurax: Danny sits at the bar alone, when Sam whispers in his ear. ‘I’m so sorry but can you kiss me, my Ex is here and I really don’t want to talk to him right now.’ (PR185)

Submitted by @frootysparkycakes: Ageswap au :) (PR094)

#phic phight #phic phight 2022 #unluckyalis #danny phantom #phicc #phanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #tumblroneshots #never too late #danny fenton #age swap au #danny phantom doesn't exist (yet)

[servicetopkaradanvers]

I'm not sure if this is exactly the right place to say this, but I don't know if there is. And you're a smart person and critical thinker who has talked about this before. If this is totally weird, you can just delete it ofc. I've never properly watched Supergirl but I started reading fanfic around the time my mental health got real bad so it was a comfort thing I didn't bring too much thought to. I really identify with Lena and in the past, part of me has understood her actions-

and I know that they're wrong. The anti-alien rhetoric is obviously an allegory for racism or homophobia. She's violated people's basic human rights. And I'm scared that I'm a bad person because sometimes, I kind of get it. Which is insane because i'm a lesbian enby of color, i mean i get targeted by most of the -ist/ism actions. And I'm also too tired to think about things critically all the time. Supercorp was my comfort fic, content thing-

I knew it was problematic (the whole James thing makes me sick to my stomach, scared and sad) but I didn't know that Lena as a character was written that way. The metaphors never really clicked in my head because I never thought about it, but now I feel absolutely horrible about myself because I like and identify with Lena. I'm not really sure how to move on from here- I'm just tired. I wish there could be just one thing, one piece of media that wasn't prejudiced (granted sg is not the place to go if you want decent rep and the like) and all of those things I said earlier. Its just me somehow trying to justify how I felt and empathized with something I shouldn't have. So yeah, sorry that was really long. I hope you have a lovely day- sorry for the spam

FIRST of all, you’re fine, babe! Both in sending me this and in enjoying The Bad Media. That’s my thesis here: You’re fine. With this in mind, let’s unpack this big ol suitcase:

We’re living in a fandom moment where more than ever before, we’re thinking about the ideas we consume in fiction and how they may or may not affect us. This is a net positive! Fiction is not reality, but it undeniably impacts it, so for this and many other reasons, we should always think critically about what resonates with us and why. Does this mean dissecting every facet of something to find all the ways it might fall in line with oppressive power structures? Absolutely not.

You, as an individual, do not owe anyone an explanation for why you enjoy anything. Period. How you relate to a given character or why you like them is nobody's business but your own.

Supergirl, as a piece of media, is singularly awful in its lackluster lipservice to progressivism while simultaneously refusing to deliver any progressive themes. Socially and politically, it is a useless liberal wet dream. Kara is an immigrant from a dead culture working as the muscle for a secret FBI offshoot with zero accountability for all of the other aliens in diaspora she has rounded up and dumped into a cell without trial. Alex is allegedly a lesbian, but the key points of her endgame relationship are constantly deemed not important enough to get screen time, which is made even more absurd when examined from the angle that this series is marketed directly toward LGBT people. An embarrassing percentage of villains on this show are women of color, which is particularly loud when there are only 2 women in the main cast who aren't white. And "main" is extremely generous, given that Kelly is just there to Give Advice Good and everything M'gann says and does is as dry as toast.

My point here is that the whole show is rotted to its roots, and whatever quietly libertarian or even fascism-enabling bullshit they push onto Lena in a given week is par for the crusty, shitty course. Kara deciding that she's ok with the alien detection device because "there are bad aliens" is a lovely (read: awful) microcosm of why this show sucks so fucking hard. "People are entitled to their opinions" is for debates on whether pineapple goes on pizza, not for whether we should casually out, endanger, and disenfranchise our [insert minority metaphor here] because some of them are mean.

But what I would love for this fandom to wrap its head around, and what I hope you understand, anon, is that just because it happens on the show, doesn't mean we have to give a rat's ass about it. What the hell is The Canon, anyway? Especially in the case for Supergirl, which can't even get its own continuity right. Especially for an IP that has been rebooted dozens of times before and will be rebooted again in the future. We can just decide that Lena realized the horrible injustices she enabled through her position of power. We can even decide that they just didn't happen at all! This is all fake. It's not set in stone. Who came up with it, anyway? A network with a list of buzzwords they want included and a couple of D-tier showrunners cranking down caffeine to meet an absurdly tight deadline. It's not special. I can guarantee that you care about it infinitely more than they do, and you haven't even watched the damn show.

On a more personal level, people who are hurt, depressed, or traumatized have always and will always look for themselves in fiction. Myself included! And despite what lofty platitudes there may be on the matter, suffering does not make us kind. It does not make us better. Sometimes it's just suffering. Often it pulls us further from who we are meant to be. Often it just makes us "worse."

Trauma has made Lena emotionally brittle. A lifetime of manipulation and abuse has taught her to compartmentalize herself and lock her feelings behind a maze of doors. When she does let love in, she accepts it so wild and vulnerable that she can't see the red flags behind the rosy lenses. She latches so hard onto people she deems virtuous that she holds them to a standard none could fulfill. Her pain has to go somewhere, so it oozes out of her, into Non Nocere, into the post-reveal rift. She's a powder keg, and Kara spent 4 years shoveling more gunpowder onto the pile while holding the match between her teeth.

And despite these fatal flaws that make perfect sense through the eyes of Lena's trauma, she is so full of love. Like Kara, her suffering did not make her kind. She is kind in spite of her suffering. These are the characters we are drawn to when we're hurting. Lena’s trauma is an inextricable part of her, but it is not all of her, and neither are her mistakes.

There truly is not and never will be a piece of media that is absolutely innocent of the harmful structures thrust upon us by society, because we ourselves also participate in that society whether we are critical of it or not, whether we strive to change it or not. I'm flawed. You're flawed. Bettering ourselves is not a journey toward an ultimate destination of perfection. It is a garden we nurture in an endless labor of love because the joy that comes from seeing it flourish and change vastly outweighs the work we put into it and the weeds popping up around its unkempt edges. This is a lesson Lena herself could probably stand to internalize. Probably with lots and lots of therapy. Lots. And lots.

So, to circle back to the start of this? You're fine. You recognized the logic in a traumatized character's mistakes because our own gravest errors more often than not stem from the ways we have been harmed in the past. It's what makes Lena (or, at the very least, the many adaptations of Lena that exist in this fandom) a good character. She is, to her core, characterized proof that a crumbling foundation and poisonous soil do not define us. Which is why watching her heal and grow and learn a healthier kind of love is so, so wonderful.

In closing, I think it's worth mentioning that being critical of media does not mean that we stop enjoying the parts of it we like. There is a lot of gold to be pulled from the steaming pile of shit that is CW Supergirl, and that's why we're all here in the first place. So I really hope you can continue to enjoy it in whatever way makes you smile <3

#Anonymous #lena

[justrandomselfships]

Little steps- my self insert Fic (S/I POV) with a bunch of silly illustrations! Oh did I mention that this involves Kaeya? Well he's the main focus here even though Lisa is mentioned shit ton of times! Might write something for her focus too someday.

I finished it ages ago but I was afraid to post it- I'm not anymore and also✨ it's my birthday ✨

~~

Ever since I joined the knights I decided to write in a diary, it helped me keep track of time. Lisa told me that it can help me in various ways, like for example remembering names of the other knights, or checking my personal progress. Now that I think about it, it was long since I checked my old entries. Nothing interesting happened today anyway so I might as well read some. I don't really remember anything that was going on when I started so I suppose I could refresh my memory.

Today Lisa wanted to introduce me to someone- she probably wanted to help me by looking for training partner for me, however I had to refuse. You probably remember why was that, I got scared of meeting someone new again. I couldn't get that mess on her shoulders when she has so much to do as it is! And there was no way I'd meet them alone it'd be too akward for both of us!

I remember the exact moment I tried to come up with an excuse for future me... It kinda made me giggle how stupid I am sometimes, but let's look at something else...

I've never felt as lonely as I do now, I don’t even know why. I don’t miss anyone nor I ever craved any interactions... But to make that feeling go away I thought about talking to Amber but when I left the house she was talking to Noelle and I got scared to approach them... Instead I decided to sketch something and stay inside for the rest of the day.

I immediately looked at my sketchbook, I don't even have to look inside, I was drawing what's outside my window like always. Maybe I'll find some better memory if I keep looking?

During my patrol I got a bit lost... It was scary... But I wasn't alone, an Adventurer found me... However he got lost too. It was a bit unlucky day since I picked the wrong maps, we also got attacked a few times by monsters. I kinda feel bad for him since he tried his best to cheer me up but I stayed silent. It should've been other way around a knight shouldn't le

Bennett! How could I forget his name when I was writing this? He was such a sweetheart I obviously had to mess it up and make him feel uncomfortable... But I did make up for it! Maybe I'll finally read something positive? I somehow can't remember how exactly that went... Or if I was daydreaming about apologizing?

I decided to bake something for Bennett as thank you and apology for acting so cold towards him. But I had no idea on how to find him... Or what to say... So after thinking for few minutes I decided to talk to Katherine and ask her to give it to him. After "talking" to her I locked myself in my room out of embarrassment, I messed up again. I just said "Bennett" placed my pastries and left. Now I probably won't be able to face her for at LEAST two months.

I cringe at the memory... Gosh now this will keep me up at night for sure... I finally forgot about it and now it'll haunt me.

Wait a second... Did I really not made any progress at all!? I was trying so hard to socialize with others and get out more but I seem to still not be able to do it right. No, it's impossible. I'm good friends with Lisa! So I definitely made any progress... Or is she just so easy to talk to? Time to take a final look at something recent for a change...

Capitan Kaeya Alberich wanted to talk to me outside work... It might not sound like a big deal but somehow I just froze... I wasn't able to respond properly and he probably guessed what I was going to say, not that he ever can't do that... I might be too predictable. Either way I feel bad, my behavior was really disrespectful and I knew better than that to just ignore someone like him. I still have much to learn and I'll need to properly apologize for staying silent.

I only ever failed... There is no mistaking it. Great way to note down progress huh? Too bad there is none.

Think, what do I need to do to finally do better? I am the problem for sure but what do I really need to change? Maybe I should just start observing how others act... After all I never bothered to do that. It might help in one way or another...

Obviously there's only one place where there is a lot of people and I won't look like a total creep if I'll just listen in the conversations and look at random people... It's no other than the tavern. I'm scared to go there alone... But I don't have to!

Lisa would be willing to go right?... Then again I rely on her a bit too much and going out like this could be an opportunity to break the ice with someone else...

Jean is always busy, Amber will be way too distracting and we might end up somewhere else, Eula is too scary, Venti... I don't even know why I'm considering him.

Maybe that offer from capitan Kaeya still stands? It's from bearly 2 weeks ago so maybe if I get lucky and he happens to still be interested, I can actually go...

What am I even thinking!? I didn't even apologize for the last time... But being around so many drunk people is terrifying... However I can't bet on the fact that he won't drink too much... On the other hand he seems to handle people and I'll definitely learn something.

Screw it. It might be scary but I need to do it. Tomorrow I'll ask him! That's for sure! He's the most respectable and trustworthy person who isn't always busy and will not distract me.

~⏳

I'm scared to do it but I have to! I need to... Did I really say that I'm gonna do it today? Or should I just pretend that I never thought of it. He's probably busy today. Yup definitely that no need to feel stressed.

I haven't seen him back at the headquarters nor did I see him around town when I was coming back from my patrol- that's a good sign. It's still pretty early but I don't think that I'll see him today... What a relief!

Before I left the headquarters after finishing some paperwork I hear a voice that belongs to a beautiful librarian I am lucky to be able to call a friend.

"Hey there cutie, are you okay?"

"Just a little bit nervous that's all, nothing new haha"

"Do you need me to pass a message again?"

"No need! It's something I need to say myself..."

"I see..."

"But if you happen to see capitan Kaeya it would be nice if you could tell him that I was looking for him" out of habit I grab my hair and begin to play with it. Lisa's warm soothing voice blessed my ears as she said "No worries darling, I'll let him know" before she left and giggled to herself...

Wait... Oh no.

Why did I say anything!? Is she that magical that I can't say anything but what's on my mind.

If she happens to meet him my request will be unavoidable! Even if I tried thinking of something else Kaeya will know that I'm lying. I can't avoid him either... Can't waste his precious time...

How do I even ask him!? Do I need to change from my work clothes before I go? What should I do...

I didn't realize that I started walking in circles before someone approached me.

"Heather?"

I turn around and see the man I was thinking about all day. Dammit... I have to say it. I can't think of an excuse and staying silent is now unacceptable.

"Oh-uhm... Greetings Capitan Kaeya"

"Lisa informed me that you were looking for me"

"Oh right!... That... Haha..."

"I don't want to rush you, however I do have some business to attend to"

"I'm so sorry! I mean- since you're busy then my silly request is irrelevant"

"Come now, I believe that I should be the judge of that" his smug look made it ever so slightly more challenging to say anything.

"I just... Ugh..." I took a deep breath "Look as you know I was trying to loosen up recently and well I realized that I wasn't making any progress at all. So I remembered that one time you asked me to go to the tavern with you and I refused... I mean ignored you, which I am VERY sorry about but now I think that it was a mistake and today I wanted to ask you to accompany me but since you're busy let's just forget about everything" I felt relieved getting that off my chest.

"I don't think that will do, in fact I was heading towards the tavern so if you really want to I suppose you can join me" Oh right... I forgot about him gathering some information there from time to time. So it might work after all! He won't pay too much attention to me and I could investigate without tons of distractions.

"Let's get going then capitan" I say before he smiles softly in response "Wait do you want to get going now or-"

"Yes" he cut me off, which was fair and I'm glad he did it before I said something dumb.

We're almost there. Before we get closer I suddenly stop.

"That reminds me!" I realized I spoke out loud, as he looked at my direction my confidence dropped dead "I've never actually tried any alcohol so would you be so kind to recommend something for me? I figured that since I'm already getting out of my comfort zone might as well try something new" I said under my breath but he definitely understood what I meant judging by his facial expression and well... response.

"Absolutely" my heart skipped a beat. I desperately tried to start a conversation topic... But choosing alcohol might be something I'll regret...

Kaeya started listing few drinks I could enjoy his words were poetic as he described the beverages, however the names of the drinks went over my head. It wasn't that bad but I just felt stupid over how clueless I was. He definitely knew what he was talking about and I'm more than interested in hearing more. The more he talks the less likely I am to say something I'll regret.

"Obviously since I don't know how much you can handle I won't be forcing you to try too much too soon" he paused "Your father probably wouldn't be happy either if you returned drunk" he said teasingly. It invited me to respond less seriously.

"Oh no! This means that we'll have to do it again, how awful"

"We didn't enter yet so you can feel free to leave now before you regret spending time with me of all people" his voice was now suddenly much more hostile... Did I mess it up!?

He laughed softly "I'm sorry did I go too far? While I don't want to force you to do anything, I won't lie... I'm a bit curious to learn something new about you tonight"

We were still outside standing right in front of the entrance to the tavern if not for chatting we could hear from the inside there would be total silence.

"I'm sorry for being quiet again! It's just that you caught me off guard haha" I look away "There isn't much to know about me so I feel like I'll only disappoint you"

"I'm not so sure about that part"

"Wait... Did my father tell you anything about me!?"

"Look let's just get inside, We'll discuss it later"

Nervously I followed him yet again. The atmosphere was warm and I could see different kinds of people all over the place. We sit down.

"So did he tell you anything?" I ask immediately.

"Relax, he didn't" he seemed amused by my desperation to know. It's understandable... And I'm probably overreacting anyway. I collect my thoughts "I'm sorry"

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm just making this into some big deal for no reason. Maybe the reason is the huge amount of respect I have for you that makes me freak out"

"I see, well I don't see the reason to be so formal now. We aren't working after all" his soft smile was enough for me to calm down.

"Thank you" Maybe it was all I needed to hear, after that everything went smoothly.

I start feeling proud of myself... Maybe I can change after all? Either way it only shows that I have to write it down! And once I was back home I did just that.

Today I had enough courage to take a step in right direction! I went to a tavern with capitan Kaeya. It was fun and for the first time in years I wasn't that scared. It wasn't totally perfect but it was definitely worth it.

#❄️ frozen in tide 🌊 #selfship #self insert #oc x cannon #self ship #my self insert #self shipping #my f/o #kinda self ship related #my self ship #kaeya x oc

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello darling! Are you still doing fic recs? Because I am in dire need of self-conscious Sherlock. Don't ask me why but I am just craving sad, lonely little sherlock getting comforted by John. Help a girl out? Thanks so much either way!

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Heyy darling, I just wanna say that I LOVE YOUR BLOG SM! Everyday I spend here looking at your posts and reading thousands of awesome fanfictions, so thank you lol 💜 Also, could you maybe give me a list of all fanfics with insecure!sherlock or insecure!john ? And lots of angst, like reading/watching/seeing things they weren’t supposed to see that has their love on it, stuff like that hahaha Thank you babe 🖤

Hi Lovelies! 

Always! I actually started a list a short while back because someone else asked for one but I can’t find the ask, LOL. I’ve actually done a post in the past for it, but I think I’ll just redo it and stamp it with Jan 2019, LOL. Here we are!

I know I have more but I haven’t retagged all my past readings, so I’ve only included ones that I remember indefinitely is an insecure Sherlock or John

INSECURE / AWKWARD SHERLOCK OR JOHN (Jan. 2019)

See also:

BedSharing Pt. 2 and Insecure Sherlock

BAMF! But Insecure John

Bands by dragonQuill907 (T, 1,017 w. || Established Relationship, POV Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock) – “Her wedding ring. Ten years old at least. The rest of her jewelry has been regularly cleaned, but not her wedding ring. State of her marriage right there. The inside of the ring is shinier than the outside – that means it’s regularly removed. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger.”

Secrets by 796116311389 (G, 1,084 w. || Drunk Sherlock, Drunk Confessions, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Pining Sherlock) – “He is the best person in the world and sometimes I get sad because I’m not. Not his best person.”

Under The Covers by berlynn_wohl (E, 1,221 w. || Est. Rel., Shy Sherlock, Anal, Fluff) – John would have liked to have the lights on and seen everything, but Sherlock was shy, so they did it this way, always.

29 January 2017 by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (E, 1,765 w. || Anniversary, First Time, Insecure Sherlock, Love Confessions, Post-S4) – “That,” John says, “should have happened years ago. Maybe even the first time.”

Loudly Unspoken by Mount_Seleya (M, 1,871 w. || Post-TAB, Love Confessions, Vulnerable Sherlock, Frottage) – John confronts Sherlock about the words he left unsaid on the tarmac. Set immediately after TAB.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Unmissed by 221b_hound (M, 3,235 w. || Est. Rel., Pet Names, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock) – John enjoys a good brawl during a case, and Sherlock begins to worry - when they retire, will John get bored? Will John get bored and leave. But even if John isn’t a genius about cases, he knows a thing or two about Sherlock’s panic attacks about them as a couple. With only four days till the wedding, he’s not about to let Sherlock continue with this misplaced notion that John will be bored in retirement. Part 20 of Unkissed

Untouched by KittieHill (E, 3,239 w. || Kissing, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, Body Worship, Sherlock’s Scars Mentioned, Masturbation, PWP, Rimming) – Sherlock leaked a lot. John had never needed lubricant. John loved watching it, had once spent an entire afternoon edging Sherlock so he could watch as the thick precome drip, drip, dripped onto Sherlock’s belly.

Acceptable Behaviour by bbcatemysoul (M, 3,449 w. || Fluff, Dev. Rel., Miscommunication, First Time) – Sherlock isn’t really sure why John wants to shag him, but he’s certain that if he’s careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. In other news, John is a good boyfriend and Sherlock is an idiot.

In Nomine by Atiki (E, 3,517 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Domesticity, Love Confessions, Sherlock Loves John, Overwhelmed Sherlock) – “Alright?” John asks gently, planting a kiss on Sherlock’s left collar bone, smoothing a hand down his chest and belly until it rests in the soft trail of hair below his belly button. John’s smile is all soft and warm. His hand feels tender and solid and real. A soldier’s hand. A surgeon’s hand. A lover’s hand. Oh. “John”, Sherlock gasps. And that’s where it begins. Written for a prompt on the Kink Meme: The only word Sherlock says during sex is “John”.

MR# 1430155 by blueink3 (T, 3,560 w. || Talks of Parentlock, Baby Watson, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst) – John paces the length of the not inconsiderable hallway and glances at his phone for the tenth time since he exited the hospital room seven minutes ago. Sherlock’s last text was sent at 5:06pm. It is now 5:39pm. He should be here by now. After all, his daughter is 46-minutes-old and if John is going to share this momentous event with someone, it sure as hell isn’t going to be the woman who just gave birth to her.Part 5 of Tumblr Prompts

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson  (T, 4,054 w. || Friends to Lovers, Pining Sherlock, Vacation, Anxious Sherlock, Love Confessions, Fluff, Requited Love) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

Everything by patternofdefiance (E, 4,409 w. || Snuggles and Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Vulnerable Sherlock) – John wakes up with an armful of Sherlock.This – situation – is unusual, yes, and definitely unfamiliar, but in no way does it feel wrong.Rather, it feels the exact opposite. Part 13 of I Blame Tumblr

a violent flash of purple by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 4,749 w. || Sex Toys, Friends to Lovers, PWP, Love Confessions, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock accidentally drops his towel, he ends up revealing a whole lot more than he’d intended.

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock, Asexual Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

The Only Available Transportation by blueink3 (T, 5,379 w. || Post S4, Fluff and Angst, Insecure Sherlock, Caring John, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Birthday, Family, Misunderstandings) – It’s possibly the desperation that’s seeped into his voice despite his best intentions, or perhaps it’s just a mother’s intuition, but she knows that whatever he’s calling about is Serious, hangover be damned. “What’s happened?” she asks, tone soft and as comforting as a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night. “Mummy,” he begins, voice catching. “I think John may be moving out.”

Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6,090 w. || First Time, Clueless Sherlock, Texting) – Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to receive pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (E, 6,274 w. || Est. Rel., Lip Gloss, Lingerie, Birthday Presents, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn’t disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

The Inciting Incident by beetlemate (M, 6,291 w. || Masturbation, Embarassed Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Fluff, Friends to Lovers) – John catches Sherlock in a compromising position. With a secret photograph. He absolutely must know what is in that bloody photograph.

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w. || Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Post-TRF, Love Confessions) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn’t understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

Inside by magikspell (E, 6,757 w. || Loss of Virginity, Anal / Rimming, Fluff, Humour, Awkwardness, Shy Sherlock, Bottomlock) – “Being inside someone. Feeling someone inside you.”

Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 6,816 w. || Est. Rel., Retirementlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Self Esteem, Grumpy Sherlock) – “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat. “I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, 7,429 w. || Jealous John, Miscommunications / Misunderstandings, First Kiss / Time, BAMF John, Insecure Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock, Junk Size, UST / RST) – John pressed the knuckle of his index finger against his mouth and sighed. “So, you’re coiled like a spring and ready to be … sprung?” “If you want to be pedestrian about it, yes.” “Like I said, you should do something about that.” “And like I said, pedestrian. What would you have me do? Take up jogging? Yoga? Oh! Unless you mean –” “I don’t mean anything. Let’s drop it.”

The T-Shirt Thief by allroadsleadbacktobakerstreet (T, 7,968 w. || Mutual Pining, Post Canon Fix It, Dev. Rel., First Kiss, Domestics) – Sherlock steals John’s t-shirt from the laundry. John catches him wearing it one evening, fluff ensues with an endeared yet teasing John?

Drive by lifeonmars (M, 9,537 w. || Virginity, Awkward First Times, Minor Injuries) – John and Sherlock are stranded by the roadside, and John is injured. They need to spend the night in the back of a humvee. Sherlock is confused. John is understanding.

The Thin Line by Odamaki (M, 10,809 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Confessions, First Times, Anal) – John swallows. Keeps his eyes on Sherlock. Begs him not to ruin him.Sherlock leans forward over the witness box ever-so slightly, “I was distracted,” he informs the court, “by my partner, John Watson.”

the first day of forever by darcylindbergh (E, 11,850 w. || Est. Relationship, Domestics, Light Angst, Insecurity, Emotional H/C) – “I’m going to marry you,” John murmurs with against Sherlock’s smile, and they both giggle in the joy of it. “We’re getting married.”“Yes,” Sherlock says, just to hear himself say it out loud. “We are.” A June wedding. Part 4 of things fairy tales are made of

And Here We Are by J_Baillier (T, 12,416 w. || ASiP Fic, Alternating First Person POV, Drama, Friendship, Mild Case Fic, Autism Spectrum Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Protective John, Pining, Homophobia, Loneliness, Angst, Humour, Domestics, Morbid Fluff, Kidnapping) – All the little things we never got to see when an army doctor and a consulting detective were adjusting to sharing a flat. And a life.

Let’s Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w. || Pining Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Jealous Sherlock, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w. || Texting, Humour, Post S2, Awkward Romance) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He’s charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased.At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Set in Stone by SilentAuror (E, 39,309 w. || Romance, Wedding, Therapy, Fluff and Angst) – Sherlock and John are back from Ravine Valley and planning their wedding. However, as they move past the trial of the human traffickers, Sherlock can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining that John is becoming a little distant. Surely he isn’t getting cold feet about the wedding… Part 2 of The Ravine Valley series

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror (E, 42,234 w. || S4 Fix It / Post-S4, Sherlock POV, Angst, Drama, Romance, Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Misunderstandings / Miscommunications, Case Fic, Travelling, Pining) – As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate…

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficlets. They are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w. || Notting Hilll AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant – but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it’s all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

Scars by SilentAuror (E, 60,493 w. || Rape / Non-Con / Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Dub Con Elements, Homophobia, Angst With Happy Ending, Mary is Not Nice) – S3 rewrite, showing Mary’s manipulation of John as he realizes his love for Sherlock. Mary is not having it.

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w. || FutureAU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say: Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it’s supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard (M, 119,150 w. || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, John’s Sexuality, S3 Rewrite, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV John Watson, John’s Gay) – When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men. Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

Unkissed Series by 221b_hound (T to E, 184,168 w. across 46 works || Established Relationship, Ace Sherlock) – Sherlock returned from the dead a year ago. John returned to Baker Street six months ago. They’ve been in a couple since then. or at least, not NOT a couple. For two smart men, they sure can be dumb. Luckily, an art thief tries to drown Sherlock, Sherlock has a fever dream and things are about to change.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #insecure sherlock #insecure john #hpswl-cumbercookie #awkward sherlock #awkward john #long post

[sobdasha]

01 - just furubana things

This is not so much headcanons as it is that--much like I can't do mental math because the numbers don't remain pinned in place if they aren't literally, y'know, pinned in place with pencil on paper--I can't keep track of details and have zero concept of the passage of time without an actual timeline of events for myself.

So instead of using 20 scraps of paper I'm just dumping what I've accumulated here and calling it fic-adjacent and maybe adding in some headcanons as I go.

–

How the heck old is everybody anyway

?? - Hinata (according to my Fruits Basket timeline, she was born in March 2000, no clue how old she is now) ??? - Hibika (I have……...no clue……...I mean, since she was able to just run off to Paris at the drop of a hat, I'm assuming that means she's graduated high school??? But also she is the child of Ayame and Mine and is a Souma so like………….anything………..is possible……… I assume Hibika and Kinu are close-ish in age because they are good friends) In college - Kinu (what year though?? I'm guessing, since her plans aren't finalized, that it's still early. IDK if Michi asking her if college is fun is strictly for exposition, or implies that Kinu has just started her first year of college) 12th grade - Hajime, Michi 11th grade - Mutsuki 10th grade - Sawa, Sora, Riku 9th grade - Rio? Leo? I don't…...have my hands on volume 2 yet…….I don't know what they went with……… 8th grade - Chizuru 7th grade - Shiki (also these three are apparently all good friends and in the Go club together, I'm going to picture Akito having to have set up play-dates with Saki and Ayame when the kids were younger. I know technically Shigure could have done it since Aya is his bff but it's funnier if Akito has to) - somewhere in 9th to 7th grade are also Kou and Hajime's nameless little bro which is killing me, but idk what years ?? - Mina also ?? - Hajime's nameless and faceless little sis which is also killing me

Also! Who! Is that! With Sora in the New Year's bonus chapter of volume 1??? Is it someone we have met? Is it someone we haven't met? Is it some random person??? I don't think they particularly look like anyone listed above… (A part of me is kinda hoping…I mean, it looks kinda like Kakeru…I think it would be great if that was Kou. Michi looks like Komaki but acts like Kakeru, so if Kou acts like Michi he must look like Kakeru right??? THE POINT IS I want Kou to be at the fancy Souma New Year's because I want it to be true that Kakeru just becomes an honorary Souma attached to Yuki because it's inevitable and Akito just gives in and accepts it)

When I actually started writing down what was happening as I read…

sometime when people are bitty - the stairs incident

Day 1 of FBA - It's probably April 1st, it's the very first day of the school year and Sawa's actual first day of high school (although they've already had the entrance ceremony) - Sawa meets Mutsuki - Sawa takes her lunch outside before Amane can talk to her - Sawa meet-cutes Hajime by stepping on his face lol - Sawa doesn't get to talk to Mutuski (idk I guess he was gonna ask about her life and sneakily work around the topic about if she remembered the Souma family???) - Sawa runs over Hajime's little bro because she's so freaked out, and the little bro picks up the I.D. and gives it to Hajime, although like Hajime lives out of town and that's why he's living in the Souma house without his parents??? Because he lives too far out of town to attend that school??? So how did Sawa run over Hajime's little brother who is in middle school presumably out of town??? Did Hajime just grow up out of town and they moved back to Tokyo to inherit the dojo and Hajime was like "…….it's too far to walk to school I'm moving out" like Mutsuki did who is implied to live in town but just can't be arsed to walk that far???????

Day 2 of FBA - Sawa's second day of school - Hajime returns Sawa's I.D. on the way to school - Mutsuki appoints Sawa to the student council before she even arrives that morning - Ruriko comes in before classes start to confront Sawa about it and interrupts Amane's chance to ask Sawa out to lunch - Mutsuki is already texting Shiki - I guess the interludes might be that day??

Some time passes???

- Sawa flashes back to being introduced to the student council, and Mutsuki isn't wearing his sweater vest, so I assume this means it's a different day from Day 2, although it could be a typo

- The day that Ruriko has come to have lunch with Sawa to ~educate her~ that prompts Sawa to have the flashback, when Sawa later goes to student council we see Mutsuki in his sweater vest again so I assume this is once again a different day. That means it's been at least 4 days that Amane's been trying to ask Sawa out to lunch when Riku gets pissed about it.

The next day - Sawa is properly introduced to Riku and Sora, and then Sawa asks Amane out to lunch, yes I'm purposefully saying "asks out" every time, because I originally thought "Short black hair = Akito's child" and "I WANT TO SHIP THESE GAYS" and I want to treasure that feeling okay - Sawa punches out a cooler and meets Michi - SUKIYAKI PARTY - Sawa meets Kinu

The next day - Sawa was so happy about the sukiyaki party and her upcoming lunch date that she gets a fever and has to miss it noooo

And then after that Volume 2 jumps to early summer and I stopped keeping track

Miscellaneous stuff I wanted to keep in mind

I feel it's heavily implied that Shiki hasn't attended a family New Year's since The Knife Incident specifically. Which...really sucks for Shiki, that Akito has so strongly embraced the high road of "you can't pick your family you just have to deal, head of the family is my responsibility and I just have to deal", and even into the next generation a lot of the Souma family remains really toxic and that's the environment Shiki's growing up in. I assume Shiki's immediate household is not bad, but unfortunately it's right in the middle of a neighborhood of toxic assholes. Which is why, Mutsuki says, he wanted to get Shiki out beyond that environment and Sawa was super convenient for that among other reasons.

Hajime apparently grew up out of town, when Kyou and Tohru moved away so he could learn the dojo business from one of Kazuma's friends. This means Hajime and Mutsuki did not grow up together, which is sad, but according to Kinu they're still thick as thieves whenever they are together so that's really damn cute. The past year they've lived together is the longest visit they've ever had and like, Hajime helps out Mutsuki in the garden, Hajime--although insulting Mutsuki's lack of cooking ability--kind of implies that he does actually let Mutsuki help with the cooking when it's just them? Even when the results are probably worse than any time his little siblings tried to show Hajime they could totally help in the kitchen? Ughhhhh they're too cute.

I am presuming that both Mutsuki and Shiki live in town, and that's probably a large part of why they seem to be pretty close (closer than Shiki would like lol) despite the four-year age gap. I like to think it's also because Yuki also seemed pretty determined to Salvage Relationships, like with his mom, and so I like to presume that after the incidents of Fruits Basket Yuki informed Akito that they were going to reconnect as childhood bffs whether Akito liked it or not lol. So if Yuki and Akito are close, probably Mutsuki and Shiki are close too. And thus why Mutsuki is so concerned for Shiki's well-being and pushes really hard to set Fruits Basket Another in motion lol, like he's happy he's improving Sawa's life but his most immediate objective is Shiki's health and happiness. Like Shigure, only not an asshole and his plan is for everyone to win.

Yuki loves his son dearly and supports him so much but even so he's banned himself from Kaibara High School because he can't take Takei being so extra loooool I hope he sucks it up at least to come to graduation. Even though. Takei will--instead of talking about the graduates--okay he'll have talked a little about the graduates, namely Mutsuki--spend the entire graduation giving a speech to celebrate and congratulate and honor Yuki instead. As Yuki just sits there. Being stared at by all the other parents. With a long-dead smile on his "why is this happening to me" face. You know why this is happening, sir. But you came anyway to support your son. You are a good dad. Ganbatte. Have a drink afterward. (pray to anything you hold dear that your beloved child hasn't recorded this entire thing and sent it all the family including Akito who, surprise surprise, is also dying of secondhand embarrassment and doesn't appreciate this at all. Maybe Akito can take you drinking afterward.)

I will never be over the fact that the people closest to Yuki are all having multiple kids and there's Yuki and Machi like "ONE AND DONE." Why do they need to have another child after Mustuki? Mutsuki already has an older sibling in Michi, and possibly Hibika as well. And then Mutsuki even gets a little brother, Kou! And maybe Chizuru counts too! Like thanks for doing all the work for them of making Mutsuki not an only child. (They just…..didn't know what they'd get out of the Souma genetics grab-bag, and the idea of having to [have the housekeeper] clean up more sparkles was just…)

I'm revising my headcanon such that Hajime was the one who thought it would be cool to go to the same high school his parents did (because it's a theme, in FBA, about how it's cool to love your parents assuming they're, y'know, good parents who love you back, and thus how cute it is when kids are pleased to be like their parents), but unlike Mutsuki Hajime did not realize that as a ridiculously conventionally attractive Souma he would be a famous legacy student and if he had known this from the start he might have said "screw it" and just gone to school locally lol. Mutsuki on the other hand was fully aware of the shit he was getting into when Hajime first ventured the idea and Mutsuki embraced it. And then it all worked out perfect because it turned out Sawa would attend there too!

#sobdasha fic adjacent #fruits basket #fruits basket another #new year old fics #it was gonna be new year new fics to emulate new year new me but #i'm still trying to whittle down the stack of really old stuff soooooo

[bringmemyqueen]

dangit tumblr ... but why am I surprised ... aNYWAY consider: medieval/fantasy style Iwadai with knight Iwa and blacksmith Sawamura "how did you manage to break two swords in one week" Daichi. oh I don't know, Daichi, maybe he didn't. maybe he just finds some old broken stuff and uses it as an excuse to come talk to you. who knows. (also one of my fics (stop standing there) is on your Iwadai rec list and I may or may not still be crying ever since I saw I do not ... deserve .... thank you)

YOU DO DESERVE MY FREN YOU DO. I ENJOYED YOUR FIC V MUCH BLUSHY IWADAIS MAKE ME HAPPY SO THANK YOU (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

SDFLAKSDJ I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS AU YESYESYESYEYES i love anything that’ll give me an excuse to draw characters with thick headbands _(:3｣∠)_

i bet Daichi thinks Iwaizumi is really irresponsible in the beginning. like what is wrong with this dude?? why can’t he take care of his weapons properly?? But slowly Daichi realizes the weapons that he brings in doesn’t really match the quality of armor Iwaizumi wears and that the one sword he constantly has on his back never needs fixing. in fact its in beautiful shape and Daichi is in love with the craftsmanship. So Daichi gets suspicious about Iwaizumi’s frequent visits, thinking maybe Iwaizumi is testing his abilities as a blacksmith or something. But he forgets all about his suspicions quickly because talking with Iwaizumi is fun and pleasant and wow he looks really good in his armor how did he never notice that? Iwaizumi loves to watch Daichi work. Sometimes they don’t talk because Daichi is so focused on crafting but Iwaizumi doesn’t mind. He gets to stare at a sweaty, muscly Daichi ofc he doesn’t mind ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i really really really want to draw this au!!!!!!!! and i will!! but it’ll take me a while so pls have this rough sketch for now ;;v;;

#ohmaekumiko #iwadai #hq #medieval au #poopy sketches #ughghghghghghg i srsly love this au!!!!! #i want to draw more so bad rn #but i srsly gotta start doing saso fills #i keep putting them off OTL #thank you for blessing me with this au ;;v;; #ask