#anyways there better be fics about his character the second this movie comes out

[bug-and-such]

Just watched the new ghostbusters trailer. And my first thought was, "omygod is James the bad guy?!"

But I don't think that's the case here.

It's just from a first glance it seemed like, y'know, the weird/pathetic character becomes a monster trope. Seen it before, but I'm always down for it.

#i would love to see that tho #james as a villain #anyways there better be fics about his character the second this movie comes out #fanfic writers we're all counting on you #james acaster #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Blooming Showers

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: A split-second decision leads to a night full of changes

Word Count: 3610

Warnings: Angst with some fluff at the end, little use of Y/N, assigned nickname towards the end, distrust, anger, wound/mention of blood, anxiety, racing thoughts, friends-to-lovers

A/N: This is definitely my longest piece I’ve written in a really long time. I started watching TASM with my cousin and friends and immediately fell in love with Andrew Garfield all over again so I NEEDED to write something. This isn’t smutty but I kind of want to do a part two thats smutty and angsty

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

Rain softly padded against the window, causing the lights from outside to cast soft shadows, the lights from passing cars making those shadows dance. It was quiet, almost serene in New York - the sirens were few a far between tonight, and distant as well, the occasional coo of a bird trying to find shelter - there were no kids running down the fire escape trying to sneak out, no couples in petty arguments that shook through the thin walls.

Nights like this were few and far in-between, where for a few minutes you were able to fall in love with your city all over again, and you were able to remember every reason why you wanted to be here. 

The only thing that would've made the night better would have been seeing Peter, your lifelong best friend, and partner-in-chaos. Your phone lit up occasionally with messages from him, apologizing over and over for missing another scheduled movie night. 

It wasn't the end of the world, Aunt May needed help with something so you understood, but it still stung. This was the 4th one this year he'd miss. You understood when there was a foot of snow on the ground, and when midterms then finals week came, but it had felt like since graduation two weeks ago that Peter had been avoiding you. 

Trying not to dwell on the sinking feeling was hard, so many changes were happening and your brain was becoming more and more hyper-aware that more changes were bound to come. Graduation may overall be a good thing, opening up new opportunities and finally not having to worry about classes you'd never use a day in your adult life, but it also meant that you were about to start a new chapter of life. 

In an attempt to stop the racing thoughts, you decided Fuck Peter for missing your movie night and decided to watch a movie anyways. Pressing play on an old favorite, you left the comfort of your bed to grab some snacks from the kitchen. 

Ten minutes. That's all you were gone, but in those ten minutes, the city's beloved vigilante slid your window open, practically tumbling off of the fire escape and onto the floor. He did his best to avoid your bed, not wanting to soak it in the rain or the blood that was on him. 

There was a cut through his suit, not deep but enough to nick the skin and have scarlet drops dripping down. He reached for a towel that had been carelessly discarded by you earlier in the night, haphazardly tying his cut up with his free hand and then pulling his mask off. 

Peter's breaths were rugged, head now leaned back against your bed as he tried to calm himself from the adrenaline rush of the near-death experience he just had. Sure, he only had a cut and a few bruises to show for it, but he knew deep down without his enhanced sense he surely would have been dead. He hadn't even processed the split-second decision he made to go to your apartment instead of Aunt May's house. 

It wasn't until your shrill scream, the sound of the snacks hitting the floor that Peter's eyes flew open, looking at you as if he had just been caught committing a crime. His eyes were wide, realizing at that very moment the weight of his actions and inactions for the past several years. He didn't dare move, only a breathy sigh of your name leaving his lips. 

Your brain moved quickly once you realize that the intruder sitting on your floor was Peter… Your Peter, dressed in a red and blue skin-tight suit, holding a mask, with your towel wrapped around his arm. There had to be a reasonable explanation. 

"Peter?" You knew it was him, but your brain was still attempting to come up with some explanation as to why he was dressed as Spider-Man. 

You quickly grabbed the stuff you had dropped, putting it on the bed and kneeling next to him. "Peter, what the fuck is going on?"

He stared at you, blinking a few times and not sure what to say. He knew there was a lot he needed to say, a lot that needed to be explained but he didn't know where to start. He's been lying to you about a part of himself for years now. 

"I'm sorry," he breathed out, breaths still shaky. 

You now realized the towel was covering a cut, the smell of iron mixed with city rain present in your nose. "Shit, what the fuck. Are you okay? What the hell is going on?" 

He nodded, "I've been worse," he mumbled. "I'll be fine, don't worry 'bout me." He leaned his head back against your bed again, taking a heavy breath in. 

That was the worst thing he could have said to you. Don't worry, at this point, you were worried and confused about everything. 

"Peter, you're my best friend, you know I love you, but if I do not get an answer as to what is going on in the next minute I am kicking your ass and calling May."

His eyes opened, looking over at you. The look of regret and hurt was evident, "I'm so sorry," he said, barely moving. His body ached but his heart was aching more as he watched the expressions on your face change the more you noticed and pieced things together, "I should've told you but I was scared you'd get hurt."

"Peter, what should you have told me?" Your voice was betraying you, breaking and quivering as you attempted to be firm. 

"I- I'm Spider-Man, I've always been. That's- Something happened tonight and I had to go help-"

"So you've been lying to me for 5 years now?"

He went silent and all he could muster was a small nod. 

"You've been hiding this from me for 5 years? Peter - I - we tell each other everything. If you've been lying about this, then what else are you fucking lying about?"

The hurt in your voice was evident. It was more like betrayal, and distrust, and it wrenched his heart and gut. The silence lingered as you started piecing more and more together. 

Five years. For five whole years, through your senior year of high school and the entirety of your college career, you spent attached at the hip to Peter Benjamin Parker - and he had been lying to you about a pivotal part of his life. 

In hindsight, finding out Peter had been Spider-Man all this time made a lot of things make sense. Five years’ worth of last-minute cancellations, questionable excuses, black eyes, and bruises. 

There was your senior prom. Aunt May was so excited that Peter and you were going together, she had always joked and wished the two of you would end up as more than friends. "Just memories for your wedding one day", she would say. 

Everything leading up to prom was great. Peter went dress shopping with you, he got a tie to match the color of your dress, Aunt May made sure the two of you had a matching boutonniere and corsage, he even took you to and from your appointments the day of prom.

However, an hour into prom itself he had to leave hurriedly, frantically coming up with an excuse of not feeling good when moments prior you had just finished taking pictures and laughing at the cheesy poses. 

That one stung, but you never admitted it, at least not to him. Peter had insisted you stay behind, spend time with other friends and he'd see you the next day. You're not even sure if he knows you left 20 minutes after he did, heartbreaking and feeling stupid for hoping Aunt May could be right. 

The summer between your senior year of high school and your freshman year of college was filled with last-minute cancellations. 

Since you were kids, specifically since second grade every Friday night was movie night and a sleepover. Even as you grew into teenagers Aunt May and your parents worked out an arrangement they could both be comfortable with to let you two continue your little tradition. But that summer every single one was canceled or Peter would leave early. 

For weeks you were convinced Peter no longer wanted to be friends with you, that somehow, some way you upset him and he hated you. Until a week before college started and he called you out of the blue for coffee and school shopping. 

Suddenly, things seemed normal again. Aunt May's house was close enough that Peter would go home for the weekend, and you would usually just follow along for Friday and then head back to your dorm Saturday. You'd meet up to study a few times a week or go run errands together, you were even back to gaming together once a week. 

So, you figured that Peter's sudden change in behavior could have been from his break up with Gwen. You knew he didn't take it easy when she ended things after finding out she was accepted into Oxford. You couldn't blame her really, but you weren't happy to see Peter's heart breaking. He talked about it some, but his eyes would always tell you more than he actually would. 

Of course, Peter would bail occasionally throughout college, but a lot of it made sense. He forgot about a project due or was just plain tired from working part-time and doing school. 

The part that never made sense though were the bruises and scratches. Peter always had an excuse; got hurt in the lab, fell skateboarding, hurt himself helping Aunt May. But at the end of the day, that's all they were; Excuses. 

Peter reached out to you, the touch of his cold hand bringing you back from your racing thoughts. "I…I know I shouldn't have hid it, (Y/N), I'm sorry I did. There was so much going on, so many threats and I- I just didn't want you to get hurt. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if you got hurt."

Tears began to prick your eyes, instantly jumping away from his touch, the feeling of dread and distrust sinking deeper into you with the singular move.  "And what if you got hurt? How do you expect me to live with myself if you died?" Your voice was still shaky, fear now starting to fill in the gaps between each emotion. 

Your eyes wandered to the towel he had tied around himself, blood beginning to seep through. "Peter," you reached for his arm but he grabbed your hand, stopping you and making you look him in the eyes. 

"I'm okay, I promise. It'll heal quickly, just needed to stop the blood… I'll buy you a new towel." His voice was soft, his gaze never leaving yours. 

"I'm not worried about the stupid towel, Peter." You sighed, "I- How could you have hidden this from me for so long?" You asked again, this time much more upset than angry. 

Peter let out a shaky breath, his body finally starting to come down from the adrenaline and the full weight of his actions set in. "(Y/N), I mean it when I say I wanted to tell you," his voice was sincere, still holding onto your hand that had reached for his cut, "But I was more worried about your safety and making sure you wouldn't prioritize worrying about me over the rest of your life. The only person alive that knows is Harry. I never told anyone else, Aunt May doesn't even know."

It still hurt that Peter never told you, but it was starting to make sense, "How does Aunt May not know?" 

Peter shrugged, offering you a soft chuckle, "You know she only sees and hears what she wants to. I never told her, but I'm also shocked she hasn't figured it out."

Peter gave you a look that made you know he was truly sorry, lower lip pouted out some, eyes big and wide, almost looking like a kicked puppy. "I know I have a lot to explain to you, and I know I need to rebuild your trust in me, but I need you to understand that I am really sorry for hiding it for this long. I've wanted to tell you since it all started, but I was told that it could put everyone around me in danger if they knew so I didn't want anyone to find out."

As much as you hated it, you did understand it. Giving him a soft nod, you let go of his hand instead of moving to rake your hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "I understand, but I don't like it."

"You don't like anything that doesn't go your way," he teased with a soft laugh, quickly earning a glare from you that made him laugh more. "I'll also explain everything once I'm not still soaked and healing." He said, motioning to his arm. 

You nodded, "Did you wanna go take a shower? I can make some food or order takeout."

Peter thought for a moment then nodded. He unwrapped his arm, looking at the little scratch that was left behind from the wound he had not even 20 minutes prior. "Yeah, yeah let me go shower… do yo-"

"I'll put your clothes and a clean towel by the sink for you once you're in the shower. I'll also take your suit and the towel you have and throw it in the wash, okay? You just go get cleaned up while I find us some food."

Peter nodded, giving you a quick hug and kiss on the forehead before disappearing from your room. It took you a moment, immediately sitting down on the bed, attempting to process everything. 

Your best friend of 15 years is Spider-Man. Your favorite person is your favorite superhero. Your best friend has lied to you to be able to go save people. Your best friend could have died, and has probably almost died countless times.

To say it was a lot to take in was an understatement.

You could hear the shower start running in the room next to yours, the sound thankfully pulling you from your spiraling thoughts and panic. As you moved through the apartment, throwing a frozen pizza in the oven and collecting some spare clothes Peter had left behind at your place before, the emotions started to make sense. 

Yes, it did hurt that Peter had hidden this, but his reasoning made sense. The hurt that you couldn't shake was how many times you could have lost him. He could have been dead on top of a skyscraper, no one able to discover his body with how high up he is, and you would've been none the wiser. Or if he died on the streets and eventually was unmasked you'd be left to mourn with the rest of the world instead of being able to process the loss of your other half in private. You'd be learning and losing so much so quickly. You'd be lost in a pool of emotions so chaotic it would make this moment seem calm. 

Peter was back in your room about 20 minutes later, the pizza fresh out of the oven and sitting on the bed with you. You were looking at the TV, not really watching the forgotten movie you put on. As much as you tried to not let your thoughts continue to run wild, your brain didn't want to listen. 

He moved the pizza to the closest surface and sat on your bed, immediately pulling you in for a hug when he saw the lost look on your face. Your mind felt like it was a broken record, spinning fast but on repeat. 

"What's going through your head?"

There was no reason to reiterate the same thing you had told him earlier. You pulled off of him, sighing deeply before giving him a small smile, "A lot, but I'll be okay."

He nodded, "So… movie night? I definitely owe you one."

You nodded, looking up at the screen momentarily, your gaze being pulled to your phone as a new news alert popped up about Spider-Man. You didn't bother checking it, but you're brain did finally click the two puzzle pieces together fully that Peter is Spiderman. 

You looked over at him with narrowed eyes and a slight pout, "You're fucking Spider-Man," your tone was accusatory which caught him off guard, a slow nod all he was able to offer before you continued, "You have let me tell you for years that I'm in love with Spider-Man. That I would marry this person I thought I'd never meet. That's so embarrassing!" You whined at the end. 

Peter chuckled, a blush on his features and his hand going to mess with the back of his head. "Yeah… you finally realize that means you've been saying you're in love with me for like… 4ish years now?" He teased. 

It was a joke. It was just banter which was typical for Peter. He was always teasing, playful, and borderline flirty with you. But that statement rang a little too true. You froze, movements and breath seemingly paused, and Peter quickly noticed that your heart rate quickened. 

It wasn't the first time that happened around him. He's noticed countless times before how your skin would heat up and your heart rate would increase when he complimented you. He even noticed when he would do something, only sometimes accidentally, that would turn you on. Peter, not wanting to ruin your friendship or make you uncomfortable, never acted on it though. 

"You okay, daisy?" It was a nickname he didn't use often, but one that he's called you forever. It held a special place for him, a reminder of some of his first memories of you - flower hair pins and daisy doodles all over your school papers. It was also a term that usually had you flustered and stumbling. 

"You finally realize I've been in love with you longer than that?" 

Now it was Peter's turn to freeze, taking a moment to make sure he heard you right. He watched as you squirmed some, re-situating yourself and pulling at your clothes, heart rate quickening and eyes avoiding his. 

It made sense really, but he couldn't believe it. Peter has had a crush on you since your 5th-grade school dance where you wore a dress your parents let you pick out, so you were beaming with pride and excitement. He remembers you spending the night at Aunt May's after, staying up all night eating snacks and playing video games. 

Every day since he's made himself believe there was no way you'd like him back. Peter believed you were far out of his league, and even if that wasn't true he was too scared of losing you to take the risk of pursuing something more. 

"How long?" Maybe that wasn't the right response but he wanted to know, felt like he needed to know. 

"Longer than I can remember," you responded, breath shaky, "I can't lose you, Peter… I - Spider-Man or not, I can't lose you. And you coming in tonight, wounded and dropping a massive secret like that on me - Peter, you really scared me. I love you and losing you would kill me."

"You're not gonna lose me," his voice was soft.

"Don't make any promises you can't keep," you could feel the tears starting to form. 

Peter moved to you, his large hands coming to cup your face and make you look at him. "I'm not making a promise I can't keep. You're not gonna lose me. Not now, not because of being Spider-Man, not ever."

He waited for you to blind away your tears, using his hands to squish your cheeks in an attempt to cheer you up a little. Once he got a soft laugh out of you, he broke out into a smile. "I love you," he said firmly, "I'm in love with you. I have been since we were kids." He confessed to you. "So I mean it, I'm not going anywhere."

Peter watched your eyes get wide as you processed what he said, feeling your skin heat up under his hands, "Can I kiss you?" His voice was soft and airy. 

A slight nod was all he needed before he pressed his lips to yours. It was intense and soft and sweet, everything and anything all at once. Butterflies erupted from low in your belly and vibrated your chest. His chapped lips moved in sync against your bite-swollen lips, sending waves of electricity and emotions down your spine and through every nerve. 

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as the both of you caught your breaths. His hands fell from your face, searching for your own hands. "I know I have a lot to explain, I have a lot of work to do to make you feel secure and know I'll be here, but I'll do whatever it takes, daisy, I promise." 

She huffed out a small laugh, pulling away and nodding, "Thank you, Petey," you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before pulling away fully, giggling at the almost shocked look he had on his face, "Looks like we both have a lot to get used to." Your gaze softened some, "No more secrets?"

Peter laughed as well, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips, presently multiple kisses to them. "No more secrets

#tasm!peter imagine #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm peter x you #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter x reader #spiderman x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter #tasm!peter angst #my writing

[lucy90712]

omgg girl YOU HAVE TO DO this enemies to lovers fic with pedri where they're lowkey known to hate eachother in school but then one day the reader comes out of the classroom and and has blood on her face and is crying becasue this one dude messed with her and hit her and pedri sees her and is furious and asks her "who did this to you" and the reader refuses to tell him but then eventually gives in because of how mad he is and pedri beats the dude up like really bad, then the reader and pedri are at the nurses office and she asks him why he did that and pedri finally confesses his feelings for her and so does she and they like kiss in the end ?

you're writing style would slayy this prompt soo muchh so pleasee do write itt!, anyways take care of yourself!!, love youu

A/n: I changed up the idea a bit but I really like it so I hope you do too

WC: 2.2k After going the whole year waiting and celebrating all my friends birthdays it's finally my turn as it was my birthday during the week so now my friends are hosting a party for me at one of their places. All week I've been looking forward to this party as I haven't been out in a while because I've had other things to focus on with school and work. I went out and brought a new dress for tonight and everything because I want to look and feel amazing. I'm always the friend that just wearing casual clothes as I'm always too busy to get dressed up but not tonight I'm going to be the one getting all the stares and attention tonight. Usually I would say I don't care about getting attention from guys but tonight I want to prove someone wrong.

Pedri. That asshole football player. I met Pedri when I first moved to Barcelona as he was friends with the friends I made and ever since he's been around. He's like a fly that just won't leave you alone every time I think he's not going to show up he sneaks up on me and my night is ruined. I know for a fact that he will be there tonight because he's part of the friend group and everyone else is always trying to get up to get along but we just don't. For whatever reason Pedri took an instant dislike to me, to begin with I thought he was attractive but any feelings for him other than disgust quickly went away. He's always calling me names or just generally saying awful things to me but to everyone else he's an angel and the sweetest guy ever. The last time I saw him I had gone straight from an 8 hours shift with 4 hours of classes before and I heard him say to someone else that I never look good which is exactly why I want to prove him wrong tonight. 

This morning I took myself to get my nails done and I got my hair cut for the first time in a while and now I've just got out the shower after having washed my hair and shaved. I feel like a whole new person and it feels amazing I don't know why I didn't make more of an effort sooner. The first thing I did was put my dress on then I did my hair and makeup which took a while as I wanted everything to be perfect but eventually I did it and everything couldn't look better. Looking in the mirror I almost didn't recognise myself but I lied the version of me I saw much more than the usual tired mess I usually see. My friends were all going crazy over the picture I sent in our group chat which gave me the boost in confidence I needed to go along with my new look. 

Seeing as I plan to drink tonight I got a cab to my friends place where their party was happening. I purposely arrived a bit late because I want to make an entrance seeing as it's my birthday party and I put all this effort into my appearance I want everyone to notice well I want Pedri to notice. The door was unlocked so I just opened it and walked right in straight away everyone turned to look at me it felt like I was in a movie and for once I was the main character not a background actor. All of my friends immediately made their way over to shower me in compliments but all I was interested in was Pedri. It took me a second but I eventually I caught his gaze and I could see his pupils were dilated and his jaw was slightly open but as soon as he noticed I was looking he turned away. My mission for tonight is already complete now it's time to have fun and channel my hatred for Pedri into the best night of my life so far. 

My best friend got me a drink and then took me off to go and dance with her. She made a playlist of all my favourite songs which she put on and we started dancing together. As we were dancing I had another drink or maybe two so I was definitely on a high but I wasn't drunk nowhere close to it. Somehow I lost my friend and ended up just dancing on my own which was fine until I guy I hadn't met before came over to talk to me. At first he was nice but then he got overly flirty and I just wasn't feeling it, I didn't come here to go home with a guy I just wanted to have fun and let loose. 

Despite my best attempts the guy would not leave me alone and he was really starting to test my patience. His hands were all over my body which made me really uncomfortable but every time I tried moving them his hands went back to where they were if not lower. Once he started squeezing my ass that was enough for me I pulled away but the guy grabbed my arm and held it really tightly. I could tell it was going to leave a bruise but that's was the last of my worries all of a sudden all I could feel was intense panic flowing through my veins I felt as though I hadn't had a drop of alcohol I was so aware of every little touch on my skin. I've never been so scared in my life I've never felt this weak either, usually I'd stand up for myself without any hesitation but right now I can't get any words out and I can't make my body move even an inch. My whole being is now controlled but the fear of what this guy is going to do to me.  

"You know you look super sexy in this dress" the guy whispered in my ear as he put a hand around my throat 

"G-get off m-me" I managed to choke out 

"What you don't want me even though you are practically begging for attention dressed like that" the guy taunted 

That was enough for me I managed to free myself from his hold but I wasn't able to move quick enough to avoid him slapping me for presumably not wanting to sleep with him. I flinched at the pain but I also braced myself for more but it never happened. Suddenly there was someone else stood in front of me who punched the other guy just as I looked up. Everything happened so quickly but time seemed to slow down as I watched the guy that has been harassing me get punched in the face multiple times, even though it wasn't me doing it I felt great knowing someone had my back. 

Once time went back to normal speed and the guy was finally escorted out of the house I finally got to see who had come in to protect me. That someone who I was thanking in my mind just a few seconds ago was Pedri. For once I saw a different look in his eyes instead of disgust and hatred I saw concern and worry. He cared although he has never acted like it he cares about me. That thought sent butterflies through my stomach, for some reason owning that deep down Pedri didn't really hate me made me feel relieved happy even. 

There was a lot of thoughts swirling around in my mind not just about what happened but also about my feelings for Pedri. I was soon brought out off of my spiral though when I noticed Pedri turn towards me and reach his hand out to touch mine which sent a shiver down my spine. I could move as he looked at my wrist which was already starting to bruise and then studied my face which suddenly made me aware of the fact that I could feel something running down my face. 

"Are you ok?" He asked 

"Yeah I'm fine" I replied 

"We both know that's a lie now come with me I'll clean you up" he said 

He offered me his hand so I took it and he lead me through all of the people around who had just gone back to doing whatever they were doing before after watching what unfolded just a few minutes ago. Pedri lead me to the bathroom upstairs which was empty luckily so we went straight in and he locked the door behind us which made me a little nervous all of a sudden. As Pedri looked for the first aid kit I just stood there watching him as I was starting to realise that maybe my attraction towards Pedri hadn't disappeared and had just been buried deep down inside me instead as I was starting to feel the nerves I felt when I first met him again. 

After a while of just staring at him Pedri finally found what he was looking for and turned back to me. He told me to sit on the counter in front of him so I made my way over ready to haul myself up on the surface but instead Pedri put his hands on my waist and lifted me into the counter. Having his hands on my waist felt weirdly comfortable it was as if this had happened a million times before I felt safe almost with his hands on me. He kept one hand on my waist as he gently cleaned up the cut I had on my lip which stung but every time I winced Pedri just squeezed my waist and apologised which somehow made it all better. As he worked to put cream on my lip and wrist I was completely captivated but the way he was sticking his tongue out fully concentrated on making sure he did everything he could to make me better. 

This was the first time I noticed how perfect his face was. His hair, his eyes, his lips and his stubble that was beginning to form were all just so perfect. His hair looked so soft and fluffy. His eyes looked so caring and kind. His lips looked so kissable. Those thoughts had never crossed my mind before but thats simply because I wouldn't let them, I've always been attracted to Pedri but I didn't allow myself to feel these feelings as until today I thought he simply just hated me but this situation has made it clear that he doesn't hate me quite as much as I first thought. 

"There we go, does that feel any better?" He asked 

"It feels a lot better thank you" I replied 

"Now tell me how are you actually feeling and please be honest" he said 

"I'm ok still a bit shaken up but I'll be ok" I said 

"I'm sorry this happened to you that guy was wrong to do that don't think for a second you deserved it because you don't no matter how beautiful you look" Pedri said which took my by surprise as I never expected him to call me beautiful 

"Thank you it means a lot hearing you say that" I said 

"I have to ask why did you help me I thought you hated me" I said 

Pedri just stood there for a few seconds which made me regret actually asking him and not just thinking about the many possible answers. All of my anxieties quickly disappeared though when Pedri closed the gap between us and attached his lips to mine. The feeling of having his lips on mine was out of this world I don't know how to even describe it it almost felt like a void was filled that I didn't know was empty before. Where my lip is cut it definitely stung kissing Pedri but it was so worth it and I'd deal with much more pain if it meant I could kiss him again. Sadly the kiss eventually came to an end but Pedri stayed close to me and wrapped his arms around me even after he'd pulled away. 

"I'm sorry I should've asked you first before doing that but I just couldn't resist" he said 

"It's ok I enjoyed it but you didn't answer my question" I teased 

"I never hated you I hated the fact that I found you so beautiful I told myself that I needed to focus on football and not dating so when we first met I thought it would be easier if I just acted like I hated you but it really didn't help and I just can't pretend anymore" he admitted 

"Well I'm glad you don't hate me as that would've made this all very awkward" I laughed 

"I know I've been awful to you but can we start over?" He asked 

"Of course all is forgiven especially after you helped me out there" I said 

"How about we get out of here and maybe we can talk over some ice cream" he suggested 

"I like the sound of that" I replied 

With that Pedri gave me another kiss which he apologised for as he realised it probably hurt me which it did but I happily kissed him again as he grabbed my hand to lead me outside to his car. I felt a bit bad for leaving my own birthday party but at the same time getting to know Pedri and exploring these newfound feelings sounds a lot more fun. 

#pedri imagine #pedri #pedri x reader #pedri imagines #football imagine

[mlbigbang]

2022 Ladynoir Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

Movie Date, Interrupted by @purrfectlypunny 1,043 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Ladybug and Chat Noir finally have time to spend together at a movie; unfortunately, a goofy akuma and a moody teenager have other plans.

"The dynamic between Ladybug and Chat is so good!!"

Polaris by @miabrown007 4,029 words, Teen, 3/3 chapters

Adrien had lost everything. Along with his Miraculous, he gave up his freedom, his kwami, his partner; there’s nothing else left to lose. But maybe it is an akuma attack going so predictably wrong all it takes to change his fate, and prove his worth in the team to the only person doubting it: himself. *** Kuro Neko-divergent hurt/comfort fic

"I am weak for any hurt/comfort that is made worse (better) by identity barriers. This fic very much delivers."

breaking me down to my knees in the dead of night by @sunfoxfic 2,429 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Marinette ran off in the middle of an argument and Adrien panicked. Now, he has showed up to patrol as Catwalker, and he has to lie in the bed he's made, even if he overreacted a bit much.

"(technically Ladywalker, but anyway…) A very sweet fluff-and-angst fic that gently but realistically portrays neurodivergence."

Maintaining a Professional Distance by @buggachat 43,417 words, Teen, 11/11 chapters

“I mean, how dumb does the mayor think we are? Offering us a permanent hotel room as a ‘gesture of gratitude for all our work for Paris’, like it isn’t clearly just some half-baked political ploy to place him more in the public’s favor after the whole school funding scandal, like we’ll allow ourselves to sleep in a hotel that we were publicly offered, making ourselves sitting ducks for Hawkmo—” “It’s a pretty big building,” he countered, and at least he seemed amused, because she certainly wasn’t, “Nobody knows which room we were given but us.” “It doesn’t matter!” she scoffed, “It’s still a security risk that he can narrow our location down at all! Also,” she jutted her arms out towards the bed a second time, “May I remind you? ONE. BED. ONE!” ——— Or, Ladybug and Chat Noir receive a hotel room from the city, which they most certainly will not use. After all, that wouldn't be very professional, would it? Yes, it's a Ladynoir bed sharing fic.

"Genuinely one of the most in character Ladynoir fics I've read. I love how the conflicts are resolved, how the characters deal with the fallout, and how no one is villainized. There's the "there's only one bed" trope, Marinette is a MESS but we love her for it, clownbug, Adrien is oblivious, Chat is a dork. Fun times all around."

"The best "There was only one bed" fic you will ever read. Ladybug and Chat Noir get their own dedicated suite in Le Grand Palais, as thanks for their continuing work protecting the city. Only one bed shouldn't be a problem since they both have a home and a bedroom anyway, right? Except.... sometimes Marinette needs to get away from the kwamis and have some space, and sometimes (a lot) Chat Noir needs to get away from whatever is happening with his family, soooooo..... "Friends with benefits without the benefits" is the perfect tag. It's hilarious. It's sweet. It's romantic and emotional."

Hamburger Ladybug by RaspberryCatapult 1,773 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Ladybug runs into a burning building. What comes out no longer resembles anything that can be described as a person.

"So, it's a little graphic, as it's about Ladybug running into a burning building, getting charred up, and Chat staying with her in the hospital. BUT...it is beautifully written - descriptive and emotionally spot on (pun intended). And the ending is mind-blowing. It never leaves you. Totally original."

i am not a puppet (i will work against your strings) by @bugchat 7,525 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Nothing quite hurts like loneliness– unless you count being thrown against a wall at top speed, while Ladybug’s horrified expression follows you. Adrien questions how he got here, pressed against a wall while fighting for his life, watching the city crumble around him while Ladybug stares. There are other heroes, a second, third, fourth villain, and all he’s done is give the villain the power to win. It’s over.

"GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN!!!! in love with how Cartara provided an Adrien POV to the season 4 final!!!!"

Wait— Don't let this line go slack by DescentIntoAbsurdity 14,418 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

I think you've got the wrong number She sends her simple text, satisfied. Then she goes about and wipes down the benches and puts away the flour, and thinks, wait. I have a thousand neighbourhood cats that loiter around my apartment complex and threaten me for food. I cook cat treats in my free time. I know what to feed cats. Marinette deals with her crush on Adrien, cute neighbour and well-known model. She also tries to cope with baking in her free time, and her college assignments, and her growing feelings for Chat Noir; a boy who accidentally texted her regarding his cat. It's going about as well as can be expected.

"loved to follow their interractions via text and their fumblings irl"

Take 31 #LadyNoir kiss, action! by @malauu-ladynoir 41,422 words, Teen, 31/31 chapters

How many kisses does it take to let feelings spread free? How many redo to finally get over the subdued inhibition? Is it a first tentative kiss propelling you in an awkward leap into the unknown? Or is it the one built from years of holding back repressed feelings? When Ladybug and Chat Noir get asked to play themselves in a movie the drama doesn’t just stay on set. With a new nemesis, a dreaded kissing scene, consuming feelings and a new revelation can Ladybug finally give in to what she’s always held back…her love for her partner? Can Chat Noir's heart still be able to surrender?

"I absolutely loved Ladynoir's dynamic in this fic, it's so good!"

one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus 99,476 words, Mature, 34/43 chapters

All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace. Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most. Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.

"Quite possibly my favorite ml fic ever. Is really all sides of the love square (Ladynoir is emphasized, especially towards the beginning, also Mari...walker?), as well as other pairings (Lukazoe, DJwifi, and Feligami), and a lot of amazing action and office espionage. Chat Noir was killed by Monarch in front of all of Paris, and Ladybug swore revenge. Now, after a strange visit from Bunnyx, Monarch is suddenly back, along with a team of Miraculous users that Ladybug has to face all by herself. Amazing character interactions, new uses of Miraculouses, fantastic action scenes, and heartbreak, heartbreak everywhere. Also senticousins."

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml fic recs #fic recs #ml big bang 2022 #ml big bang #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir

[sciderman]

hi sci! i think at least once a day i am taken aback by how much of an incredible artist you are. your ability to create and your passion for it is just astounding to me, over the course of a few years your work has become such a pillar of inspiration for me 💘

i've asked you before for drawing tips and i value those so much but i've found myself actually wanting more and more to get into writing fanfiction but i have about a million worries and i'm not entirely sure to start. i definitely smashed out a few so-bad-its-bad obscure anime fanfictions as a kid but i really haven't touched creative writing in eons. I know you've been writing for a good while, but do you have any writing tips you tend to refer to or any advice for begginners? ... and any advice on getting over my internalised cringe culture when i can't open a word document and type out "peter parker" without shrivelling into myself...

anyway! have a great day! i love you very much and i am so excited for the spidercablepool fic to ruin my train of thoughts for the forseeable future :] ❤️

immediate cringe upon the mention of "peter parker" is par for the course, i'm afraid

bless you so much @saeram!! bless you for all your kind words, i... houugh... thank you so, so much. thank you so much for reading the goofy things i put out into the world - i'm so, so glad you're enjoying it!

i don't know if i have a lot in the way of writing advice - i think the only way to overcome the shame of it is just to whisper "i am cringe and i am free" and do it. i think anything you enjoy doing is worth doing - and, you know, if it's not enjoyable you just wouldn't do it. you post your first fanfiction - you get feedback, you find out people hate it when you write in first person. you learn, you come back stronger than ever. (not from personal experience. okay. yes. it's from personal experience.)

(i still like my first person pov fics. shut up.)

maybe my first advice is don't write in first person (people hate that.) (but actually i love it, when it's done well. but i'm freaky kinky.)

i'd say reading definitely helps when it comes to writing, but again, that's me giving good advice that i don't follow (i'm jared, 19.) - i mostly read comics. and i mostly read comics that i don't enjoy. don't be like me. read things that you enjoy - even if you've read it a hundred times before, odds are, it'll inspire.

i did say when people asked me advice on writing dialogue (which is my absolute FAVOURITE thing to write) - watching movies and television with dialogue / characters that you really like honestly really helps - more so than reading, I think, for me. performance is so, so important when i'm writing dialogue. it's not just words, i have to have such a clear picture of how it's being said, ya feel. how the characters are performing it. and so, in that way, it plays out a little bit like a movie in my head, even though there's still a lot of internal monologue in there (the internal monologue i write is often very reliant on visual metaphor too - i'm just - i'm a really visual person, i think.)

all in all i don't think there's any better advice than just DO it. just DO it! and once you've done it once, the second time is easier. and then the next, and then the next. it might help to discuss it with others - do some back-and-forth, or even have proof-readers - (i rarely do, but i also love to overshare all my wips, because i'm a giddy little schoolgirl when i'm knee-deep in my writing.)

if you'd like to spitball ideas or share your writing (particularly in regards to peter parker, my beloved) i'd be happy to help! god speed and good luck, and i hope you'll be putting your beautiful fanfic babies out into the universe for us starving folk to enjoy

#sci speaks #advice #kisses you tenderly on the mouth. you'll do amazing sweetie..

[runecel]

Dear @jigen-papa

I Runecel/Celerine/ @lossinicognito (I know save the applause, I have 3 identities and a secret 4th if I should ever reveal that one haha!) am your giftee for the @dcmk-exchange ! Now I know what you are thinking.

Apologies for my random disappearance, I wasn’t sure how to reply to you in rythmatic format but I genuinely adored how you played along and I loved your poem it was so good!?

ALSO WHERE THE FUDGE IS MA BOI HEIJI!?!?

And to that I say!

This was supposed to originally be a multi chapter fic however! I didn't want to go beyond the deadline and may never know when the second chapter is completed so I at least wanted to make something for you before I go into the deep end haha.

Here is the ao3 version of the fanfic: https://archive.org/works/5321279

And I hope ya have an amazing day now without further a due!

Sonoko’s Confrontation With Love

The first time a conversation about phones and Shinichi was brought up resulting in the incarceration of one idiotic teenage detective occurred on a bright, and sunny day of which Sonoko was internally screaming in her thoughts. To say that Shinichi’s umpteeth attempt to disappear in the night like a tuxedo mask would ever be what caused Sonoko’s life to become so stressful would be the understatement of the century. That incident was the cherry on top of an amazing ice cream at best and a footnote on the most awful (but irresistible) trial exam book at worst, no. What made Sonoko’s life so stressful, in her opinion, would just be Shinichi’s entire existence.

"Sonoko, stop being so dramatic,” is probably what her best friend would say. Well, Ran, the most beautiful being to ever god damn exist on this planet. Have you ever stopped to consider that this is KUDO SHINICHI THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT?

“I know you don’t mean it.” Yes, Ran, she 100% means it, and it’s going to stay that way if Ran doesn’t shut up about the next murder case Shinichi finds himself in because the last murder case already was in Tropical Land and he solved it within an hour.

“It was 3 hours, Sonoko.” 3 HOUR HER BUT! At the end of the day, she knows he can finish quicker because THIS IS KUDO SHINICHI THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT!

Hhe could easily solve that case if he wanted to, and he has a very amazing reason to do so as well! What gives him the right to leave such a beautiful lady like Ran towards her lonesomeness anyway? Anyone with eyes could snatch that beautiful angel away, taking her to high-budget cinema movie date and make out under the moonlight as Ran talks about how she successfully whooped another person in the ass. Heck, Sonoko could easily do it as well if she wanted two!

"Sonoko.” She bets it would be Sxhinichi’s as well! Imagine him coming back; ah, he would probably do one of those overly basic apologies that you would see in those romantic comedies that’s supposed to make the situation lighten up.

What will lighten up is his vision when Sonoko decided to beat the ever-loving daylight out of him.

“Sonoko” Then again, it’s much better if Ran was the one to do it with Sonoko at her side, punch him right in the gut as they both stare down at Shinichi’s rotting body before leaving him there.

Ran would hold her hand as they both could only gaze at the horizon, unsure of what their new-found freedom would hold but smiling, knowing it would be better.

“Sonoko!”

‘Rotten husband he is’ Sonoko thinks towards herself as she places herself amongst a poorly cushioned couch, he does nothing but torment the two. He would have been dead if Ran hadn’t want to marry him, and oh god; she’d probably go easy on him and then say something amongst the lines of.

‘Just don’t do it again,’ she would say to that bastard . It was probably best if Sonoko was the one to beat him up, teach him a lesson.

“Sonoko!” The imagining of Ran’s voice, an angelic choir with a acidic tinge reminiscent of those badass scenes in movies where the hot main character is holding a cool sword of which Sonoko would swoon for their rescue.

Yeah no Ran’s doing the beating. How could Sonoko not allow it with a voice like that? Heck, her presence is so strong that Sonoko might as well look like a fool by responding to her when she’s not even here.

“Yes Ran-chan?~” Sonoko's cheekish response becomes further more evident as she manoeuvres herself to be able to see behind her in expectation to see no one to respond to her.

“Don’t Ran-chan me!” Only to see the angel herself placing her hands on her hips with eyes ablaze as if she just witnessed a war crime. Sonoko would gladly be the one under that gaze under certain circumstances but sadly, today wasn’t one of them.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come, you were just recovering from illness!” Ran harshly protested leaning towards Sonoko's forehead to determine her current temperature.

Foreheads touching, Sonoko couldn’t help but stare with awe at the concerned look she was given by Ran whose deep lilac eyes could only stare at her with worry. Placing her hand amongst Ran’s silken hair, she give her head a few pets before flinging herself back onto the couch

“I’m fine Ran!” Sonoko exclaimed, dragging Ran down with her as Ran is placed by her side, head nestling on her shoulder in an attempt to look at something of which barely interests Sonoko.

It was probably the diary of which Sonoko was writing in with her internal Shinichi rants and her growing progress of becoming not sick.It was true that Sonoko was recovering but that doesn’t mean that Sonoko was unable to not stay at her house to fully recover. Wait, she's not at her house. . where is she?

Reclining alongside the couch she quickly paces herself up once more to scan the area of which with dread, she realised was not her room nor her couch. The wooden bench is decorated strongly amongst the grovery of nature surrounding her as she finds herself amidst a small crowd of people bustling around what seems to be a mall.

Shops were aligned quaintly organised as a staircase can be spotted signalling the entrance towards the cinema. Remembering the diary note she had entered, she quickly backtracked her memories towards her previous conversation with Ran about changing towards a different movie due to the movie (of which Sonoko had desperately wanted to watch) sharing too many themes with her disappeared beloved.

“So that’s why I was thinking about your husband,” Sonoko's dull groan filled the air, having finished her daily imaginary rant about Shinichi as she looked once more towards the movie selection on her pamphlet.

They had recently decided to go on a movie date due to the brat’s group of friends wanting to watch that new Kamen Yaiba they kept yapping about. Whilst the kids themselves tend to be left alone without surveillance, the group’s recent expedition resulted in a hostage situation and well. . .

A concerned parent will do what a concern does, resulting in the wife of Shinichi taking charge and declaring that she will be the one to take care of the kids in the meantime.

“Not my husband,” Ran countered, having now taken the pamphlet completely away from Sonoko to point at one of the movies that caught her interest.

“Stupid husband, I don’t feel like watching that one” Sonoko grumbled as she kicked her feet amongst the concrete floor before continuing her thought process.

It honestly would make sense why Sonoko had thought she was in the confinement of her luxurious room. Normally those imaginary rants are within the compounds of her room, feels safer there where she can ignore those thoughts of someone reading her thoughts and betraying Shinichi’s status amongst the media. She might hate the man but that doesn’t mean she wants to ruin his damned life, he already does enough of that.

‘How about this one? ' Sonoko pointed, notioning towards another romance movie of which she also wanted to watch but would have preferred to watch it at home.

“Is it possible if we pick something else?” Ran commented, eyeing on the watch on her wrist with great interest of which intrigued the confused Sonoko. “Preferably something under 2 hours”

‘Why’s that?” Sonoko queried, placing her slender arm amongst Ran’s broad shoulders in an attempt to see if there was anything else the queen herself couldn’t see.

“The movie is too long and if I don’t make it on time I won’t be able to strangle the person you just wanted to kill” Ran pointed, booping the shocked Sonoko on the nose as the confused female can only reboot.

“I said that out loud?”

“You don’t say stuff out loud?”

“RAN!” Sonoko puffed out, dragging out one of Ran’s hands as she quickly met Sonoko's forehead resulting in the two girls' foreheads to once more be touching.

“Just teasing,” Like the sun on a summer’s day, there was something truly intoxicating about Ran’s mischievous grin, the way just like her voice it is unexpected of when she will attack and thus Sonoko had a tendency to forget how cheeky Ran could be.

It would be like standing outside for too long, only to find out how immensely damaged you got from the sun resulting in the person going to the hospital and now they have skin cancer. . . ok that was a bit much.

Sonoko noted as she finally noticed the way Ran’s finger slowly pointed towards one of the movie suggestions.

To say Sonoko was unimpressed would be the opposite of an overstatement.

It was a movie adaption of both of her childhood’s friends' favourite tv series with both the mystery to appeal towards Shinichi and poetry to charm Ran. Sonoko could only nod along with disappointment, the poetry was nice but the audience wouldn’t hold a candle to the romance movie Sonoko had suggested. Goodbye potential love interests and hot men she could have sawn through watching the movie.

Hello nightmares of Shinichi staring like the shinigami himself, forcing Sonoko to listen more about his obsession with Sherlock. Don’t get Sonoko wrong, she two has raved towards Shinichi about her favourite obsessions (specifically romance) but to get that compared to a crime scene from one of his favourite books was not always a pleasant experience.

“Why can’t you just message him? I’m sure he can bother to read messages” Sonoko argued, sliding among a line of people waiting to buy a movie ticket.

“Well Sonoko, let me just grab my phone” Ran proclaimed, mimicking the movement of grabbing a phone out of her pocketed dress to only appear empty handed. “If memory serves me correctly I had lost my phone at an aquarium of which I told you about”

“You did?” Was now the best time for Sonoko’s memories to flunk on her now? Sonoko had specifically asked if she could be the one to gift her a phone with Ran responding it was Shinichi’s punishment. Like he’ll find a good phone for her.

“Also. . .” Ran stops in the middle of her explanation, face dreary in what Sonoko could only assume was another excuse for Shinichi making a dumb move.

“Also?”

“He hasn’t been calling me through his phone number” Ran ushered out, hands fiddling with her skirt as she silently looks down before continuing “ I don’t think he can even use it”

To say Sonoko didn’t know this information was a shock, she did and totally didn’t assume that Shinichi was blocking her for the 100th time whilst not recognising the fact she was the one to block him first resulting in an apology for her end.

“I’m sorry what?” Sonoko stuttered, thoughts completely emptied from this revelation of which she responded by turning towards Ran amidst the line of people that really wanted to watch a movie.

“It’s because of the-”

“Case! Case! I know, it’s always about cases with that man,” Sonoko angrily expressed, when was it not about a case in Shinichi’s eyes?

The cashier could only stare at them in complete tiredness when Sonoko had boldly asked two tickets before dragging Ran by the arm to a seated area inside the other side of the cinema lobby.

The cinema lobby itself luckily had a restaurant section for people like Sonoko and Ran to earth and wait for the perfect opportunity to head inside the cinema viewing when the timing is right. The movie wouldn’t start in a couple of minutes which gives more time for Sonoko to converse with Ran about the idiot at hand.

“One day he’s going to get himself into trouble and I’m not even sure if we can be there to help” silence can only be pursued as Sonoko couldn’t help but bite her tongue on what she just suggested.

“I had a dream about him” Ran stuttered out, barely containing her stress for those who know her as her quivering hands imply.

“Oh honey,” Sonoko expressed in sympathy like she had done so every time similar moments were to occur like today.

The truth was he had, very much so. Sonoko would have nightmares and at some point she questions whether those stories were fake or real due to how much trouble that murder magnet finds himself in. It was so simple when they were younger, when Shinichi wasn’t purely trusted by the police and thus wasn’t sent out on cases.

It would be a couple of minutes until the ad roll comes into play.

“Don’t worry about it Ran! He’ll be fine!” Sonoko assured, placing her hand towards Ran’s quivering one in reassurance.

“Are we even sure? He can’t even use his phone!”

“He probably lost it!”

“He doesn’t normally take cases this long Sono-” Ran cuts herself off in a mid-stutter as though she was contemplating on the next words she was about to say. - “He’s our age, why is he taking cases like this?”

“Because we befriended a murder magnet,” Sonoko sighed having one more relayed what she had always said towards the downturned Ran in need.

How can’t he see how amazing she is, truely. The girl’s stressing out about him and where is he? Probably nowhere for all they could know. He could really use someone to tell him- wait a minute.

“When’s the phone call?” Sonoko queried, body stiffened in anticipation upon what Ran could say in desperate hope.

“8:15pm” A whisper of a response from Ran was all Sonoko needed, eyes concentrated on the motivation. Sonoko could only speak from what she could gather from her chest.

It might not have been the best of speeches, but Sonoko could not just stand there as she watches her best friend shrivel up like this as if some random boy isn’t ruining her life..

Honestly it might have been the best speech Sonoko has performed since her poetry recital.

“We are going to watch that movie!”

“Sonoko-” A finger placed amongst her lips was all Ran needed before Sonoko could continue her amazing speech.

“-Hush darling, I’m speaking.” Sonoko notions towards the trouble Ran as her breathing slowly shortens enough for Sonoko to continue talking

“We are going to have fun,” Sonoko declares, standing proudly as her first part of her speech was completed. Poking at her best friend as she continues along. “WE are going to receive a call by that murder magnet at 8:15pm of which you will hear my yells of torment on how he could leave such a beautiful maid alone”

“Sonoko!-”

“- of which I will declare my love to you and we shall get married at sunset!” Sonoko finished with a flick of her wrist to allow Ran to softly rest on the palm of her hands.

“I’m not that beautiful,” Ran splutters, giving Sonoko an annoyed grin as though Ran has insulted her first hand.

Someone please remind Sonoko to reprimand Shinichi for not calling Ran cute, cause clearly Sonoko’s displays of admiration are not getting through Ran’s thick skull but then again. Neither did their upper classmate’s recreation of Shinichi’s speech give any hints so what does Ran know about density?

“No complaints from you, have you seen how the brat looks at you?” No seriously has Ran ever seen how the brat looked at Ran?

“He’s just a kid Sonoko!” Ran counters, somewhat disgruntled by the suggestion but from the tone of her relaxed voice to how rested she appears. Sonoko could honestly just take it as a win.

“Yeah, if you say a teenager possessing a brat is a brat then maybe I will believe you.” His mind could be much older at times, Sonoko noted, reminiscing the times of which one could see Conan at his most vulnerable.

Heck it was just recently when Sonoko noticed the way Conan looked at Ran when the two groups departed that afternoon. The face of sulken defeat as he quickly covers it in hopes of something good happening in the future. Sonoko should know, she bears that face on a daily basis.

“Sonoko!” The choir of laughter erupts from the pair as if a damn finally crashing amongst its weight.

Ran’s laugh was special, Ran herself was special and whilst Sonoko’s appearance is weak and someone who is unable to protect her. Sonoko does know one thing.

“Now what are we going to do Ran-chan?” Sonoko

“Have fun?”

“Have fun!” Sonoko confirmed, squishing the cheeks much to Ran’s dismay as she drags the poor girl into the cinema booth.

At the end of the day, Sonoko was there for support whether it be enabling or wingman in dating. Just like the day of which the first met underneath the sakura blossoms Sonoko associates with Ran, Sonoko will be there for Ran no matter what.

The movie was. . . fine. Deductions were never her interest and flowery poetry that was not about romance was definitely something that did not intrigued Sonoko. If given the opportunity to stay at home or to be at the cinema to waste money on a boring movie then Sonoko would pick the former.

But it was for Ran, Sonoko reminded herself, resting upon the chair as she reclined herself upon Ran’s shoulder. A faint cherry blossom smell could be noticed by Sonoko, a reminder of Ran’s as Sonoko slowly feels the sleep of her eyes settle more.

The movie was halfway over when she had noticed a small child enter the cinema booth unnoticed by most watching including Ran, too focused on the movie to bother noticing people entering and leaving. The child, reminiscent of another child Sonoko knew, quickly looked both ways before pocketing the glasses of which he was not using.

The child places himself on the chair with the dignity of someone about to die as Sonoko notices the pure paranoia emanating from the child as he once more scans the area of which no danger was present. Had Sonoko been awake a bit more she would have recognised the child whom she kept in prolonged contact with someone not of the brat but a childhood friend.

Their eyes glanced at each other but Sonoko was too tired to stay awake, too tired to notice when she had left the cinema or the conversation of which she held with Shinichi via phone, Sonoko’s phone no less. Not noticing the promises or unhinged way of how he talked but what she did notice however. Was the faint echo of her voice being heard when she goes outside of the cinema to notice the same brat with a bowtie clutched onto his hands speaking in the same manner of which Shinichi was speaking.

Sonoko knows her feelings, she knows how to see others such as the brat’s despair written across his face similar to that of a certain detective keeping face or a martial champion trying to focus on others before herself. She knows Shinichi’s feelings, the man of which Ran was talking to shared the same love of which Sonoko shared towards Ran, one day they will talk alone about these feelings but today was not today

Leaving the area and resting with Ran amongst their bed was comfortable as finally, sleep finally takes over Sonoko.

#dcmk #kudo shinichi #detco #shinran #Sonoran #angst #idk why I just sprinkled it in #detective Conan #dcmk-exchange

[adorethedistance]

I Can’t Remember - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, party.

Words: 1560

Summary: Attending a complete stranger’s party can be super cool if he’s rich and he has a cute face.

A/n: Yes, Hello it’s me again. Remember when I teased this fic and then abandoned it completely? Well, I don’t. it’s 4 am. let me live. anyway, inspired by 5sos’s “I cant remember” I wanted to write a piece in a party setting and the Z and D meet and greet coming up has me back in my Jamie feels.

“Hey, I just wanted to say you’re really pretty, and I was wondering what’s your name?” The dark-haired stranger asks you in a tone that clearly exposes the nervousness hiding behind his fake confidence. He’s puffing his chest like a little Kingfisher which might have been convincing, but his face gives him away as he shyly peers up at you from behind thick lashes. He’s accompanied by another boy of similar height and lighter hair with a know-it-all’s smirk who is lurking a few feet behind his friend. Their presence is off-putting for you and your friend Millie who decided to accompany you to the mall for dinner. You knew the Spectrum Center was full of characters, you just didn’t think any of them would hit on me.

“...You came over here to ask me my name?”

“Well, I was hoping I could maybe get your number, too? We’re having a party tonight if you want to come!” He adds with anxious enthusiasm.

“Uh, well, I’m Y/n. This is my friend Millie.” When you turn to look at her for her introduction, you notice she’s absolutely lost in shy boy’s shadow of a friend. “I’m not really sure if-”

“We’ll be there!” Millie jumps in before you can back out of their invite. You shoot her a look to ask if she’s sure we should attend the party at the residence of two men you’d met two seconds ago. “What’s the address?” She asks the friend, hopeful for an interaction.

“2100 East Katella Avenue, unit 3. 8 pm.” He says with a sense of arrogance that you’re immediately turned off of. You don’t dwell on the feeling too long as the dark-haired one who approached you both first hands me his phone. It’s open on an empty contact field and you reluctantly put your number in. If this gets you abducted, you’ll kill Millie yourself.

“Alright, we’ll see you later then.”

___________________________

“Yoooo! Jamie where the hell have you been? Party started, like, an hour ago,” Sonny cheers as Trevor and Jamie enter their shared flat.

“Yeah, well, the movie ran later than expected,” Jamie answers flatly whilst scanning the room. He isn’t looking directly at Sonny, but rather searching for the pretty girl from the mall. “Hey, did you see a girl about this tall,” he gestures with his hand, estimating from memory how tall you are based on his own height, “Grey shirt, really pretty eyes?”

Trevor scoffs a laugh at his best friend’s obsessiveness before ditching the younger two to find a drink for himself.

“Maybe? I don’t know, bro. I’ve been back here playing rage cage and I can’t see past the drinks area. Have you checked the couches?” Jamie nods a dismissive acknowledgment before practically tearing through the crowd to find the beautiful girl from before. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket, sliding it open to his texts, searching for your name. Y/n. He still remembers how mesmerizing you were to look at with your kind smile and cool outfit. Pushing past the scattered members of the non-existent dance floor, Jamie is desperate for any sign of your presence. Just as he breaks through the crowd, he sees you seated in the far corner of the biggest couch, as far away from people as you could manage without seeming weird. Your friend, however, was lost in her own world, creating her own dancefloor as she moved around in front of you, effortlessly on beat to Kiss Me More.

“Whoever is on AUX is on fire,” she exclaims, making you laugh from your seated position. Having arrived at the party pretty early and no clue when ‘Jamie’ was going to arrive, you’d been nursing a few white claws for the better half of the hour. Therefore, everything Millie was doing was ten times funnier than it normally would be.

Shaking your head to dismiss your best friend’s energy, you scan the room again for the millionth time before laying eyes on Jamie. In a panic, you only hold contact for a second before continuing your scan of the room. Jamie’s heart jumps in his chest when you lock eyes, but the feeling is quickly replaced by something unreadable when you glance over him like he wasn’t even there. Surely, you had to have seen him… right? Shifting over on the couch, you retrieve your phone to pretend to look busy, hoping to alleviate the awkwardness. Should you have said hi? He did invite you after all. Rather than falling into a spiral of social anxiety, you open your texts and begin scrolling through a group chat to appear busier than normal. Maybe you can make it seem like you didn’t actually see him… even though you clearly did. Debating the facade for a moment more, you finally decide to look back up to where Jamie was standing but he’s disappeared without a trace before you can get another glimpse of him. Shit. He definitely saw you blow him off. Great. Now, he’ll definitely want to talk to you more! Way to go, Y/n.

What you didn’t know was Jamie saw you looking bored and, out of fear of being a bad host, he went to grab a drink for you and Millie.

“Hey, did you find her?” Trevor asks once his shyer friend appears beside him.

“Yeah. She didn’t seem that interested to see me.”

“Maybe she didn’t see you.”

“We made eye contact.”

“So? I make eye contact with people all the time and don’t notice them unless they say something.”

“Well, that’s different,” Jamie explains pointedly, “You’re you.” Trevor rolls his eyes but carries on anyway. From endless games and practices of playing alongside one another, Trevor and Jamie had begun to read each other’s minds. Without so much as a word, he hands Jamie two lemonade trulys, figuring he was grabbing things for you and Millie. Jamie nods a silent thanks and heads back your way to actually talk to you.

When he sees you again, his heart skips a beat and his stomach burns a little hotter at the sight of you. With Millie dancing in front of you, he didn’t even notice the complete outfit change you’d done between now and the earlier mall encounter. You had swapped out your grey band shirt and shorts for a sexy satin top and fishnet tights under ripped black jeans. He blinks a few times, willing his subconscious to not think dirty thoughts about you and how you’d look underneath the already revealing clothing.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” You smile as Jamie approaches you, flinging himself down on the couch, almost too close to you.

“Damn,” he whispers to himself, “You look amazing,” he says to you.

“Thank you! I figured I couldn’t go to a party in such casual attire so I opted for an outfit change.”

“It looks great. I mean, I thought you looked good even before you changed but this is… really something,” he says scanning your outfit. You clock his eyes lingering on the rips that lay on your upper thighs, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks start to flush. When his nervous eyes meet yours, he immediately looks away but you’re not so easily intimidated. Instead, your smile grows bigger and you breathe a small laugh at how bright his face is growing in the LED strobe lights. Figuring he could use a break from the mayhem of the party, you decide to be bold and take his hand, leading him to the stairway that’s littered with bodies and empty cans.

“Why don’t you show me to your room?” you flirt, playfully letting the liquid courage take control. Jamie doesn’t respond verbally, he just flashes a sheepish smile and leads you up the stairs. He’s eager but gentle, as if afraid to lose your precious touch in the crowds of people.

You’re so absorbed in the crisp, musky scent of his cologne that you almost miss the stares of interest and/or disdain from the partygoers lingering on the staircase. At the top, Jamie pulls you into a dark room and closes the door behind you so the two of you are sealed off from the light. The moment is fleeting as he flicks on the soft and warm overhead light gleaming off of his seemingly damp forehead. Once you’re able to break your stare from how pretty he is in the dim lighting, you do a quick sweep to see his room is unexpectedly dirty. Random articles of clothing, empty drink bottles, tape of any and all varieties.

“You know, you didn’t strike me as a particularly messy guy, but now that I’m seeing it, it kinda makes sense.”

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t think anyone would’ve actually seen it tonight,” he huffs a nervous laugh, seemingly more on edge than before if that was even possible.

“Hm. You’re cute when you blush.” Jamie freezes with the “deer in the headlights” expression. You laugh gently before crossing the small distance that had previously been between you two. He’s even prettier up close and, god, that cologne. His light eyes fall dumbstruck on your lips and you accidentally frighten him by laughing audibly.

“You’re very pretty,” he states in a trance-like state.

“What are you going to do about it?”

#Nhl imagine #nil x reader #NHL Hockey #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale fanfiction #jamie drysdale fanfic #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale writing #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale one shot #jamie drysdale oneshot #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale x y/n #jamie drysdale angst #jamie drysdale fluff #jamie drysdale smut #JD17 #JD34

[practically-an-x-man]

Ask game for Peter Parker and Rick Flag? :)

Oooh thank you!

Send Me a Character and I'll Give You...

You didn't specify which Peter Parker (and I am NOT going through all of them, no offense) so I'll go with Andrew Garfield's since I like his version best

Peter

1: sexuality headcanon - oh so bi. the most bi. nobody on the planet earth is more bisexual 2: otp - HIM AND GWEN. One of my favorite fictional couples of all time. 3: brotp - Him and the other Peters in No Way Home. They had such a wonderful brotherly dynamic 4: notp - Him and Tobey Maguire's Peter. It started cropping up after No Way Home and it just... no. It's a little weird to begin with, and they act more like friends or brothers in the movie anyway 5: first headcanon that pops into my head - Knows a few Yiddish swears - Ben would swear in Yiddish instead of English when he was a kid, trying to keep him from picking it up, but he picked it up anyway 6: favorite line from this character - Not a line so much as a moment but in AS-M2 when he's about to go fight Electro and he literally webs Gwen to the car and shouts "I'm sorry! I love you!" as he's running away. It's too cute! 7: one way in which I relate to this character - I feel like the way he talks is relatable to me. I too ping-pong wildly between coming off as very witty or just being an awkward stammering mess when I'm caught off-guard 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - For some reason, the "we have no chimney" scene. It's funny but always gives me a little twinge of secondhand embarrassment too 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - CINNAMON ROLL

Rick

1: sexuality headcanon - bi/pan but would only really process it after Harley randomly calls him out on it 2: otp - uhh... does it count if I say Eris? Their chaotic relationship is just so much fun 3: brotp - I LOVE his friendship with Harley (I see a lot of fics with them as romantic partners but I like them so much better as friends) 4: notp - him and Peacemaker. Saw it on AO3 a while back and was just like... why? No shade to those that do enjoy it, I just don't get it 5: first headcanon that pops into my head - Cannot sleep in. It's a remnant from his military days, but the latest he can ever make himself sleep when he's not sick or injured is about 8:30 AM, and that's pushing it. Most days he's up and moving by dawn, even if he has nothing to get up for. 6: favorite line from this character - Anything from the scene on the rooftop when they're debriefing Thinker. It's just such a fun scene, such a good blend of focus and chaos. Or just anything where he's interacting with Harley. 7: one way in which I relate to this character - Big dog energy (looking scary at a glance but being really friendly once you get to know me) 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - they did him dirty with that death scene, that's all I'll say 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - Originally a problematic fave, but they fixed his character SO much with the 2021 Suicide Squad and now he's a cinnamon roll

#my friends!!! #answered asks #ask game

[association-of-ideas]

I finally found a name for the AU! I'm calling it Until I Found You from the song It Takes Two. I thought it was fitting considering how much of the AU is centered around finding lost family.

Anyways, considering how much traction the last post got, I thought I should make a more detailed post on Viva and how she fits into the story. Let's go!

Until I Found You AU: Viva

The AU (and fic, when I get around finishing the first chapter) follows the path of the second movie w/ Barb's world tour, but with a lot of found family

In this, Viva takes what would be JD's role in Band Together by coming back to Pop Village to warn her dad about Barb's tour

After her mom was eaten, the responsibility of caring for Poppy gradually fell more and more onto Viva's shoulders

W/ Peppy grieving the death of his wife and dealing w/ his duties as king, he spends less and less time w/ his daughters

Viva grows up under a lot of stress and pressure put on her by both her father and her people

Before she left, Viva said goodbye to Poppy, leaving her her hug-time bracelet to remember her by (a parallel to Branch and his vest)

After her departure, Viva took on a more adventurous life, hopping from place to place and never staying anywhere for longer than a couple weeks

20 years later, what is supposed to be a quick in-and-out heads up to her dad about the tour quickly becomes an overwhelming flurry of reactions

Poppy is shocked, suspicious, and very unhappy about her sister's return and her out of character behavior surprises everyone who knows her

The rest of Pop Village, like Branch, have been under the impression that Viva died all those years ago

Trying to settle down the chaos spurred by Viva's arrival, Peppy accidentally slips up about Branch's brothers

Before she left, she had seen Branch's brothers around and known of their existence and can't fathom why her dad would hide something like that

Viva's generally a lot better adjusted to the world around her, but she certainly has her reservations

Viva and Poppy still have their It Takes Two song number, but the context is them rekindling their relationship, learning to understand each other, and coming to terms w/ how much the other has changed

Viva would have come back sooner, but didn't because she was worried that if she did, she'd immediately be put back under all that pressure she ran away from

Or that no one would like her after seeing how much she's changed

Or Poppy wouldn't recognize her

Eventually, too much time had passed and Viva convinced herself that if she went back now, Poppy would hate her, so she just didn't go back

For as extroverted as she is, she doesn't really talk about herself, something that will eventually lead into a good old heart-to-heart w/ her sister

Viva struggles a lot w/ guilt and self-loading over leaving, but she's reached a point where she doesn't regret it because she had to do what was best for herself, even if it meant hurting the ones she loves

I just—she means the world to me. I have more I want to say about her, but it's primarily related to her design, so I'll include that in the next post with the other AU character designs.

#trolls viva #trolls poppy #trolls peppy #until i found you au #uify au

[beehindblueeyes]

Home headcanons

More of me consistently lying about having headcanons. I think I meant it more in a “fandom” way? Like how they’re totally random or over doing it on a aspect a character canonically likes (example- Percy Jackson and the color blue). Anyways. I already did a bunch of these about Vance’s homelife (it’s a whole post of me mumbling) so here’s some including the other boys.

Griffin has a similar relationship with his dog to vance. His moms working and he doesn’t have to many friends so his dog is sort of his one pal in the world, (a Dalmatian named Chester) and he is about the boys size. When he gets excited he knocks Griffin over.

Billy is from the most financially well of family of the boys. He’s the stereotypical middle class All American type. He has a two story house!!! (This is big, especially in the small town sphere) and a big Tv. He invites friends over to watch shows etc,

Bruce is the second best off when it comes to this. Two story house, name brand on some stuff

Neither know exactly know what their dad does just that it makes a lot, they’re unintentionally a bit braggy about it? In the innocent ignorant way of a kid where you assume everyone has the same stuff as you.

Griffins mom works as a secretary, they’re not “struggling” but it’s not the big bucks you’d want. His dad died when he was really little.

His mom isn’t always at work either, she does get some decent time off and really tries to push her son to be a bit more social. Whenever he has the spare friend or two over it turns into an EVENT.

Gwen isn’t allowed to watch R rated movies because she’s so young but once she’s around Finney’s age she’s allowed. Mainly because she can handle horror and subjects like that a bit better than her brother. Finney gets serious night terrors.

Amy absolutely is a snitch on Bruce (totally not stealing from a fic)

Robin thinks his uncle is about the coolest man in the world, he’ll sit in the lawn chair in the garage while his uncle is working on the car and listen to anything the man has to say. His favorite is the stories about his dad- Robin knew his dad… vaguely but he died a couple years back and it’s a bit blurry.

Robins mother isn’t a fan of the fighting , she scolds and mumbles and dotes on him when he comes home. Fixing the - frankly horrible- job he did on his injuries. (She gives him a kiss and a treat before dinner and if it gets out it’ll absolutely ruin his street cred.)

Vance has a wild amount of mommy issues since his mom left, especially considering she raised him for the most part while his dad was on a job. Now his dads back in and he has his masculinity being checked and it’s , a lot.

#the black phone #black phone #the black phone 2022 #griffin stagg #billy showalter #paperboy the black phone #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #gwen blake #the black phone headcanon #ghost boys #shadow kids #writing ref

[butmakeitgayblog]

Let me caveat by saying that (a) I haven’t seen the movie MBFW (and I know the fic doesn’t follow it) and (b) I’m a total fan girl for your writing. And now the ask: In MBFW, does anyone call Lexa out for being so selfish? She breaks up with Clarke, pulls the I don’t want you but no one else can have you jealousy b.s. when they’re out together, but still pulls in girls (hopefully not in front of Clarke - that’s just cruel), and then when Clarke finds someone to marry that’s when Lexa come forward.

I’m sure that you’re not writing it that way - I know it’s a romcom with angst, but when I stop to think about it, but when I stop to think about it, holy crap, Lexa, that’s just astoundingly selfish.

Clarke does! 😂😂😂 In depth

I don't wanna spoil the whole thing but yeah, when Clarke finally blows her top believe me, Lexa very much has 9 years worth of resentment and, honestly justified, anger coming her way.

But I also have to tack on that I think as the story progresses you'll see a lot more of the reasons why Lexa's made the decisions that she had. I'm not saying they're great decisions, or that there weren't better ways to have handled it all, but hindsight is 20/20 and she's fundamentally a flawed person (like we all are), and she genuinely thought she was making the best choices for everyone at the time. It's hard to see it that way rn I know, but in Lexa's mind there were reasons for the things she's done.

Also, I feel like this isn't much of a spoiler so, Lexa never hooked up with anyone while Clarke was around. Did Lexa like how possessive and handsy and territorial Clarke got whenever they were out together and someone showed interest, yes. Did she ever actually do anything to strictly warrant it? No. Did she secretly enjoy knowing that even after everything Clarke still wanted her above everyone? Yes, very much 👀 When they're together, their entire focus is on each other. Clarke warned Finn about it, Raven's said it, Lexa's said, Anya will painfully learn it when she shows up. It's just how they are. So it was never a situation of Lexa parading around girls in front of Clarke. She just quietly hooked up with a few here and there over the years on nights Clarke was busy or otherwise preoccupied. But it was college and also Raven has big fucking mouth so, sometimes it got back to Clarke despite Lexa honestly being discreet about it. And after college, Clarke really only ever found out about anyone if she asked. But Lexa never went and like talked to Clarke about anyone or brought them around or anything like that.

Except Costia. But that's a whole other can of worms that Lexa's not proud of after the fact and will be addressed

Anyway your criticism is more than fair and I'm honestly glad she's coming off this way. She is meant to be flawed in this and despite me guaranteeing a Clexa happy ending, I want you guys to question Lexa on these choices along the way. We look at Finn as a douche (again, his character will also develop more), but when you stop and really think about it, Lexa hasn't always been an angel either. She's hurt Clarke and been clueless and seemingly sometimes selfish, so really who is best for Clarke? Does Lexa even deserve a second chance? Will Clarke eventually just strangle them both and run off with the caterer? Remains to be seen 😌

#jenjen4280 #MBFW #also bruh my dude my gay you gotta watch MBFW #it's so gooooood #you think Lexa is a questionably likeable person who you still find yourself rooting for despite all evidence of her being kind of awful? #Julia bangs that part out 🥰

[blackfire-fanfiction]

I feel like a lot of people in the Encanto fandom see Mariano and Isabela's relationship with each other as distant or think that they're just acquaintances who got introduced to each other specifically for the purpose for them to get together

It doesn't make sense for it to be that way, though. Abuela Alma is a complex character, but I don't believe for a second that she'd force her granddaughter into a relationship, even if it seemed like they do actually love each other.

Plus the fact that the majority of the people in the Encanto have been in the Encanto their entire lives. It's a small town, everyone went to school together and everyone knows everyone.

Abuela and Señora Guzmàn are shown to be friends, at least with what we see in the movie and with the bits of information that we've received through multiple Q&As

This means that Isabela and Mariano (and Dolores) have probably known each other since before they got their gifts. They were probably all great friends, which gives us a base for Alma and Señora Guzmàn to push for a marriage between the two families.

And yes, there's the plot hole of Dolores being a part of the friend group. But Dolores's gift probably caused her to be absent due to getting overstimulated by all the noise in the Encanto.

So the friend group was really only Isabela and Mariano hanging out, with Dolores joining in whenever she could.

By the time they were teens, the friendship between the three probably faded, but they still smile and wave when they see each other, and they try to catch up whenever there's time.

Now, Isabela is definitely in town, walking around and talking to people, more than Dolores is. Because Isabela's gift requires her to do that, while Dolores's daily routine is probably something more like sitting on a hilltop and listening for problems that need solving.

So when the abuelas started wondering about when their kids were going to start to get into dating and such, they focused in on Isabela and Mariano, since that's who they saw interacting more of the time.

Now Mariano is a sweet guy, and I will fight anyone who disagrees with me. He is a good friend, and probably does a lot of things that could come off as romantic when interacting with Isabela and Dolores. 

Alma and Señora Guzmàn probably assumed that Isabela and Mariano had feelings for each other. When they asked the two in question, they probably got responses like "oh, we're just friends! I don't think I have feelings for her/him"

And these are experienced old ladies. They've seen their fair share of romances blossom. They look at these kids and think that they just haven't realized their feelings for each other yet. They assume it's a friends to lovers trope falling into place right before their eyes.

So they hint at the two getting together. Mariano and Isabela don't know any better. They're told that the friend stuff they've been doing is romantic, so they switch it around in their minds. 

It's not until they're well into their relationship that they start figuring out that they're not actually in love with the other. Isabela acknowledges is, but pretends to make Alma proud. Mariano probably denied it, and forced any thought like that to the bottom of his mind, because he didn't want to disappoint Isabela if he rejected her and she was in love.

Anyway, my entire point is that we shouldn't reduce Isabela and Mariano's relationship to a cold and distant one, just because it's shown in the movie that there was never any true love between them. I could go further into this, and I'll answer any ask I get about my opinions on any Encanto related things, and I might end up writing a fic about it to go deeper into it. 

I just feel like not enough people talk about this specific relationship enough, so I did.

#Encanto #isabela madrigal #mariano guzman #rant #this got way out of hand but oh well

[rattle-em-spooky-jones]

Complete List of All My WIPs

You know when you’re bored and simultaneously procrastinating. Yeah.

Anyway, here’s a comprehensive list of my WIPs which are sorted by fandom. In order, it’s Gintama, DC, Jujutsu Kaisen, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and then some misc. fandoms. It’ll be updated as I get more WIPs. Few have playlists that I made for the fic specifically, or for the general ship/ characters.

(Edit: adding a Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure section because I started it like a week back and already know I Will be having WIPs)

If any of you guys want to know more about any of the fics, just send me an ask. I’d be happy to answer. (*´▽`*)

Gintama:

1. The Misadventures of Mutsu and Sakamoto

Self explanatory, just a little comedic thing.

2. Everyone’s crazy about a sharply dressed man, or in this case… an idiotic merchant?

The only thing I've written for this is 'Essentially the story of different people realizing that Sakamoto is actually really hot.' I can't even say anything to defend myself, Chief.

3.Copper veins, Hands clenched tight

Kouka on Kounan fic. Follows different epithets she has throughout her life [The Blessed, The Cursed, The Lonely, The Master of Kounan, Kouka]

4. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep 

Premise has huge spoilers so I’ll just give a sparknotes version - Takasugi fakes his death, manages to piss off Sakamoto, Zura, and the entirety of Kabukicho.

5. Digging too Deep 

Sakamoto thinks about his childhood, realizes its more messed up than he thought.

6. As Winds Pass By 

Also has huge spoilers in its premise. Sparknotes version is that this takes place in a world where the canon ending of Gintama happened, and then the second movie's premise of the epidemic happens. Somehow, in the midst of all of this, Sakamoto realizes that he's now immortal.

7. For all the stars in the universe (I was entranced into orbiting you) 

 Atmospheric 2nd person fic following Sakamoto and his unrequited love towards Gintoki. Lots of space metaphors.

8. A person by any other name would still be just as stupid 

Absolutely no clue what's it about, I have written a page though.

9. You know you have cool friends when you guys would be considered an invasive species

My Hero Academia crossover where the Joi 4 get dropped into the MHA universe, get annoyed at the league of villains and decide they're gonna create a better one. A very crack-y fic.

10. Star Eater 

Sakamoto isn't quite human. follows his life from birth to just after the end of the war. I have been half-jokingly calling it my magnum opus.

11. Kakashi’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Posted, will update)

Naruto crossover where Kakashi gets dropped into the Gintama universe. No I have not abandoned it, yes it has been like 3 years since I last updated.

DC:

Gen:

12. Unfridged (Reforged)

Alexandra DeWitt’s journey as a ghost through Greek lands, with Nyx (?) wanting to her to be their presence in the real world, but she has to go through trials before she can do so.

13.  Mirror Mirror On the Wall

A Hal Jordan angst fic grappling with identity. Written in second person and has the style of ‘Bluets’ but focuses on green.

14.  It Will Come Back

In the 25th century, the wards around Gotham keep out creatures that for some reason only Booster's family can see. The 21st century doesn't have those kind of wards.

TimKon:

15. Fingers Entwined, Hearts in Beat

An Orpheus and Eurydice TimKon au. Angst is at full throttle.

16. Top Gun Superboy (working title) Top gun AU with Kon as Maverick and Tim as Iceman. 

Boostle:

17. And I’d Make A Deal With God

Booster Gold grieves over Ted in their shared apartment.

JayKyle:

18. Fire of Unknown Origin

A Bioshock au. Jason and Kyle are trapped down in Rapture. Separately, they both figure out that someone is acting as 'Atlas', a freedom fighter who is supposed to be long dead. After a chance meeting, they decide to work together to figure out what the hell is going on.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3rWWOrT7LDGM0wggI9Zl9D?si=43ce8e0a98a8463e

19.  New Wave Starhunters

A Cowboy Bebop AU. Both Jason and Kyle were cryogenically frozen after two separate accidents years apart. Kyle loses all his memories when he wakes up. Jason remembers, but it has been long enough that everyone he's ever known and loved is dead. They both end up as bounty hunters, and this is their story.

HalBarry:

20. Fleeting Touch 

Hal's a ghost stuck in the apartment he used to live in. Barry moved into his new apartment two weeks ago. Can I make it anymore obvious?

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6kM0uBYmqeVAEW7VCQwsHO?si=edb27b2977a14853

21. It's Gettin Hard, this Holdin' back

Just a fluff piece where Barry notices how often Hal touches him, and starts to become hyperware of it because he has a crush on Hal.

22. In the Cracks Beneath Our Feet 

 A Pacific Rim au set in the early days where Jagars where piloted by one pilot. Hal witnesses the destruction of Coast City by Cyborg Superman, but the whole thing is covered up by the board of directors. Hal lashes out at the, and as a result he is put on increasing dangerous missions to get rid of him. They also get Barry (who figured out the one person system is severely harming pilots but isn’t allowed to go public with the findings) to monitor his health and to attempt to ‘spy’ on him. They both ending up slowly realizing the other also hates the Shatterdome and try to fight the corruption of the place. 

23. Wasted Sunset, Forlorn Sunrise [Complete!] A 'the summer hikaru died' au. Hal as Yoshiki, and Barry as Hikaru. Worked on this for the HalBarry Big Bang 2023 in collaboration with @chocolateteapotsvis ! You can see the accompanying art here.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1pB2LnhyaO6bAYAIloLVVr?si=0723f6ab9caa4741

Bonus [Complete]: And One Day Closer to Death Fic I worked on for the Superboy Superzine. It's late at night. Kon contemplates.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

24. AFTER HOURS

Museum au - gojo is a new museum curator (for art pieces) and geto is the ghost that haunts it (with no memories of the past).

25. At the Tip of Your Tongue, In the Back of Your Lungs

Second person Gojo POV, following the timeline from when Gojo and Geto meet for the first time till the end of the Jujutsu Kaisen 0 movie.

26. An Endless Sea

A SatoSugu Pacific Rim Au. Also set in a time before the two pilot drift technology was developed. They’re the greatest pilots in the world until Riko and tengen’s mission where they had to protect Riko goes wrong. Gojo becomes even more stronger with his Jager after the mission, but Geto seems to find his limit and has to have a specific number of missions he can go per day. Geto centric.

27. Jujutsu Textin’ (Posted, but still updating)

A modern day twitter fic where most of the characters are in college.

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure:

28. La Ciruela

It’s late at night, yet both Caesar and Joseph are here on this balcony outside. Joseph hides his heart well. Caesar pines.

29. You Gonna Do Something Killer?

....this is so embarrassing I can’t believe I’m adding it in. Caejose smut fic based on that tequila joseph tiktok and art. Joseph bets that he can seduce Caesar. Caesar- very stupidly, and already in love with Jojo - agrees to it.

30. Distant Dreams, Distant Hearts

Kujo family dynamics (Holly-Jotaro, Jotaro-Jolyne) centric fic with a focus on cards.

31.  Before My Body Is Dry (working title)

A Spiderverse au with a twist, with Jolyne as Miles and Jotaro as Jefferson Davis. 

Miscellaneous: 

32. Red Heaven, White Hell

A Daredevil exploration fic based on colours: red blood, red fights, red justice – white hospital, white crimes, white grief.

33. Time Wounds All the Heals (working title)

An Alex Rider (show) fic. A timeloop story where Alex keeps returning back in time, usually after he finds out Ian dies. Card games will be definitely used as some sort of metaphor.

34. The Oddball Blues

A comedy/ romance Giant Killing fic centered around Tsubaki and Kubota’s spare time in Abu Dhabi.

35. Biohazards, Ballistics, and Global Political Tension: An investigation into the impact of bio-organic weapons on modern society (Posted, but still updating)

Collab with @fangirl-on-fire3 ! A collection of accounts about different events in the resident evil universe in the format of a draft of a PhD report. 

#writing #i love starting fics #but finishing them #.... #jujutsu kaisen #dc #jjba #gintama

[thr-333]

hi 👋!!! I LOVE your Tmnt mm x 2012 crossover so far! Please continue it!! Your art is also so good! While I’m asking got any writing tips for fanfics?

Ahhh thank you! Actually posted the second chapter just now so I will be continuing. As for writing tips I’ve never been asked that, so this is gonna come out rambly and very much neurodivergent.

I’ll first establish I have aphantasia, meaning I don’t ‘picture’ things so much as I think in words(and in abstract concepts of movement). So when I write I don’t spend much time describing what things look like, I can’t picture it so why would I spend time explaining what it should look like? This means my writing is very dialogue heavy. It focuses on what character are saying and how they sound and what they do when they say it(because of how I think about movement)

So one of my best writing tips is when I get stuck or am slowing down with a scene I’ll start jotting down the dialogue. No actions in between, no they said this or that, no quotation marks they waste time, usually I won’t even note characters names and trust future me to know. Or trust I've written the charcters with strong enough individual voices that it's obvious at least to me. For example later in the fic is this scene:

We actually don't have a last name

Not until we had to go to school then we had to choose one

We didn’t really know what to pick so we settled on Stockman!

Stockman

Yep that’s our cousins last name and Baxter Stockman technically created us so that makes him our uncle-dad

I see, here Baxter Stockman is an associate of the shredder

… yeah we learnt that yesterday, but our Baxter stockman never did anything really bad!

Unless you count animal extermination as bad

Which we do

It’s still better than going with something like Smith

Writing it like this means the dialogue flows better. It also helps my brain out since I don’t have to constantly switch tracks meaning I can write faster. Also lets me move onto other scenes I have the itch to make. Often I won’t come back and fill in the gaps until I’m editing.

Another thing that helps me is using the fact fanfiction comes with prebuilt stories to work on top of. I like having an episode with premade plot points to build off of. My best example of this is another fic I wrote, The Bat Trap which was based on The Parent Trap(a movie I love). In it I had a bunch of one liners and situations from the movie that I wanted to include, so I would follow(and adapt) the plot to fit and follow. While in other places I could go off script so I wasn’t following it word by word. To this day it’s the only longform fic I’ve completed and that's entirely due to following a movie plot, so I had an endpoint I could work towards. Instead of an overeaching storyline I made myself with no end in sight.

And my best piece of advice! Give yourself a voice in your story. Especially if you’re doing something comedic. It’s all well and good to give your characters hilarious lines but ultimately only a fraction of your writing is going to be dialogue. Most of it is that connective tissue, what characters are thinking, where they are, what they’re doing. So think as the ‘narrator’ of these parts as a character equally capable of jokes. Such as my favourite technique the ‘smash cut’. My art for the first chapter is an example of that. 

“They will be fine”

“Mikey was not fine”

It’s a fun way to open a new perspective and I will use it at nauseum because it entertains me. Ultimately it’s fun! Have fun writing, undercut your serious scenes. You want to add something but it doesn't fit the tone? Screw that, write it anyway. It doesn't matter if people don’t like it, because you’re gonna spend a hell of a lot more time writing than they will reading. Eventually that becomes your writing style and people ask you for tips:P

#asks #ask welcome #tmnt mutant mayhem #someone should ask me how write fight scenes I have an actual technique for that #wink wink nudge nudge #mutant mayhem

[eurydicees]

More haikyuu!! pacific rim AU info please!!! (esp the Oikawa details you wanted to share!)

YESSSS thank you for asking !!!!!!!!!!! ok so here’s the deal, but under the cut bc this got. Long. 

oikawa joined the jaeger program because iwaizumi did and he wasn’t about to let iwaizumi do it alone. that’s the primary reason, even if he won’t admit it. he will tell people his reasoning is stuff like i want to do my part to protect tokyo etc etc. ur typical hero stuff, yk? which is all partially true! but also a lot of the influence in the decision really was “i can’t let iwaizumi die alone.” he loves his best friend very much and wasn’t about to let him go into this dangerous world without someone at his side. Anyways.

so the fic starts with them drifting for the first time! it is in this first drift attempt—which is ultimately successful—that oikawa realizes iwaizumi’s in love with him. 

which, really, is something he should have realized a LONG time ago. but he had very much been choosing to not think too hard about all the little signs iwaizumi had given, and so this kind of comes out of nowhere for him (and, honestly, for absolutely no one else). 

so the first bit of the fic is him kinda coming to terms with that and trying to navigate their relationship while DEEPLY in denial that he loves iwaizumi back. there’s some internalized homophobia stuff here but more than that, there’s the fear that he’ll have iwaizumi and then iwaizumi will get killed. and oikawa can’t deal with that—with maybe having him and then losing him. 

he can be brave about a lot of things: he can fight kaiju if iwaizumi is his other half, he can have verbal sparring matches with kuroo and come out unscathed, he can make fun of iwaizumi’s bedhead in the morning without being afraid of the resulting playful punch, he can face down death in this war against the kaiju. 

but he can’t be brave about this. the idea of losing iwaizumi is unthinkable, the idea of loving so deeply someone who is lost even more so. 

so he tells himself that they’re both happy with what they have. he tells himself that he’s satisfied with this friendship-bordering-on-more-but-they’ll-never-say-it-out-loud. he tells himself that iwaizumi’s satisfied with it too. and they just bear it, that tension between them, until it all snaps. 

oikawa’s arc though the story (which is getting much longer than intended lol) is about learning to accept being loved and learning to love! he’s getting there! it just takes…some tragedy, first. i love him so much. 

so the second bit of the fic is about him realizing that he does love iwaizumi and that’s the only thing he’s really sure of in life. it’s him realizing, oh. what’s the point in denying this when we could be happy for whatever amount of time we get? 

then the last bit of the fic is , like, actual movie plot LOL. other plot stuff is happening while oikawa is having his crisis i promise, but like. you asked abt my most specialest character and so i simply must provide and forget about everything else that matters. 

also u didn’t ask for this but i want to share so here’s a silly excerpt from the scene after the first time they drift: 

Iwaizumi grins at him, unhindered by any worry, so unlike his strained smile before they had started. He had been more nervous than Oikawa, but that nervousness seems to have fallen away and all the tension has released from his shoulders. He looks calmer. “We did it.”  “I don’t know what the big fuss was,” Oikawa laughs, nudging Iwaizumi’s shoulder with his own. “We had that completely under control.”  Iwaizumi laughs a little. They’re walking towards the Mission Control room to do a debrief of their first attempt. Beforehand, they had been told to do so in order to talk about what they need to do better. But this felt good.  Then Oikawa’s smile falters. “Iwa, what I saw, what I felt from you, about, um, about me—”  Iwaizumi swallows, shaking his head, and Oikawa cuts himself off. “I don’t want to talk about it.”  “Okay,” Oikawa says quietly. He thinks he could push the subject further, but he doesn’t want to ruin this any more. If Iwaizumi doesn’t—doesn’t want to talk about his feelings, then they won’t. Simple as that.  Not talking about them, though, doesn’t make them go away. It isn’t going to change the fact that Iwaizumi is in love with him, and Oikawa doesn’t love him back. 

if this so compels you, there’s more stuff in my pacrim au tag !!!

#ask #hq pacrim au

[spacewitchqueen]

Wash You Clean

A/N: I did write this ficlet with two specific characters in mind, you can easily guess who they are by the descriptions but I omitted the names, just to make it a bit ‘gen’ and to make Chishiya the focus of the fic. 

Summary: Never one to back down from a challenge, Chishiya stepped into the shower with them. They were looking after him. Touch starved, Chishiya let them.

Rating: M 

Pairing: Chishiya x Female Character x Male Character

The Beach. Chishiya had raised an eyebrow at the mention of the name. As soon as he stepped foot in the place, he understood even if he thought they’d pushed the concept a bit too far with the dress code.

‘You need to get out of those clothes anyway,’ the woman with short dark hair that had brought him to the resort said. 

‘What’s wrong with my clothes?’ Chishiya asked sarcastically, looking down at his gray jacket, drenched in blood. 

The woman looked him up and down. She wore a white sleeveless blouse and black shorts. ‘Nothing at all, but I think you’d look better in white.’

After showing Chishiya to his room, she pointed to one of the executive suites. ‘This room has a comfortable bathroom, in case you want to get some of that out of your hair,’ she told him and left.

Chishiya was a mess. His first game had been, well, bloody. None of the blood on his hair or clothes was his, but he still looked like he had walked out of a slasher movie set. He peeled the blood-caked jacket off, picked a white hoodie and shorts from a neat pile on the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

The suite’s bathroom was bigger than his room, elegant and immaculate. Chishiya almost felt like an intruder. He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, he took off his shirt and was about to pull down his boxers when he heard the door handle moving. A second later a young man with piercings on his eyebrow and nose let himself into the bathroom and shrugged off his shirt.

Chishiya looked at him with mild interest. ‘I was told I could use the bathroom.’

‘Yeah, you sure could use a shower,’ the young man replied, looking Chishiya up and down.

‘Do you need anything?’ Chishiya held his gaze, not intimidated in the slightest.

‘No, but we think you do.’

Chishiya raised an eyebrow. ‘We?’

A moment later they were joined by the woman that had taken Chishiya to the Beach.

Chishiya looked from the young man to the woman. ‘I’ll take a shower later then,’ he said, bending down to pick his discarded clothes.

‘Let’s take a shower now.’ The man grabbed Chishiya’s arm firmly. ‘Would you like that?’

Chishiya wondered if maybe he’d hit his head harder than he thought during the game. Maybe he wasn’t really here, at this hotel or whatever it was; maybe he had passed out at the arena and this was just a hallucination. The man and the woman were looking at him, expectantly. He just nodded.

The man didn’t say anything else. He took off his clothes almost as if he were in a rush and then walked past Chishiya, turned on the shower, and stepped right in when the water started running. The woman took her time unbuttoning her blouse and folding it neatly before taking off her black shorts and the bathing suit she wore underneath. Then, she joined the man in the shower. Steam was already enveloping them.

‘Are you going to keep those on?’ the woman asked Chishiya, staring at him from behind the glass sliding door.

Chishiya looked down at his boxers, sticking to his skin, poorly concealing his growing arousal. The woman signaled for him to join them.   

Never one to back down from a challenge, Chishiya took off his underwear and stepped into the shower with them.

‘Come on,’ the woman took Chishiya’s hand and guided him gently between herself and the man with the piercings.

The shower was big enough for the three of them, but it was a tight fight, not allowing for a lot of movement. Chishiya closed his eyes, letting the water pour over him, washing the blood away, while he still wondered if he was imagining this, but the feeling of skin on skin was unmistakable.

‘May I?’ the woman asked. 

Chishiya opened his eyes to see her pointing to a plastic bottle. He just nodded, unsure about how his voice would sound if he spoke. The woman poured shampoo on her palm and worked up a lather to wash Chishiya’s hair. He closed his eyes again, letting his head fall forward, leaning on the woman’s shoulder. He could feel the man behind him rubbing his back with a sponge, somewhat on the rough side, but the feeling was still good. They were looking after him. Touchstarved, Chishiya let them.

The man and the woman pressed themselves against Chishiya and kissed over his shoulder; then, the woman bent to kiss Chishiya’s collarbone, while the man placed his lips at the nape of Chishiya’s neck, half-kissing, half-sucking on the sensitive skin there.

Chishiya’s heart was racing, he realized he was clenching his fists when the woman touched his hands lightly and guided his arms around her waist. Chishiya felt the man behind him resume rubbing his back with the sponge, but he was now reaching around to scrub Chishiya’s abdomen too. 

The man nuzzled Chishiya’s neck again and trailed his fingers down, digging his fingernails into Chishiya’s sides, grabbing his hips. ‘Do you want this, blondie?’ Chishiya nodded, but the man dug his fingernails harder. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.’

‘Yes,’ Chishiya gasped.

The man took Chishiya’s dick in his right hand and began sliding it up and down, finding a very pleasurable rhythm almost immediately, making Chishiya grunt in protest when he stopped. The man snorted. ‘So greedy.’ 

The woman laughed softly and replaced the man’s hand with hers. 

Chishiya’s breath hitched. He was going mad from the overstimulation and at the same time, he wanted more. The man seemed to read his thoughts. He stepped as close as he could to Chishiya, pressing his length against Chishiya’s ass, and then guiding it between the blond man’s legs.

‘Is this okay, blondie?’ the man asked. Chishiya arched his back, pressing it against the man’s chest in response. ‘Close your legs some more, then,’ the man instructed. 

Chishiya obeyed, lost between their arms. The woman’s hand stroking his cock, the man rubbing his dick between Chishiya’s legs. Chishiya tried to squeeze his legs even tighter but his knees were already shaking, he wouldn’t last much longer.

With a moan that he couldn’t suppress, Chishiya came on the woman’s hand. The sound of the man groaning, and his breath on the back of his neck sent shivers down Chishiya’s spine.

The man picked up his pace, chasing his release. A few minutes later he made a strangled sound and Chishiya felt something warm sliding down his thigh. 

Both the man and the woman held Chishiya between them and took turns kissing him. When his breathing returned to normal, they finished cleaning themselves and stepped out of the shower.

‘It was a good idea to do that in there, at least we’re clean for the next part,’ the man said, toweling his hair brusquely, not caring about covering himself.

Chishiya was wrapping a towel around his waist but he turned to look at the man. ‘The next part?’

‘You didn’t think I would let you guys just “come and go”, did you? You owe me now,’ the woman said with a smile. ‘And I’d rather like for you to pay your debts right now.’

#alice in borderland #aib fic #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #aib chishiya #swq writes #i know i might get more hits if i used the other character's tags #but that's not why i wrote this