#fake ah crew au

[ursifors]

outlaw fakes au doodle! all the fakes that have ever been caught by authorities have the fakes symbol branded somewhere visible so that if they escape (when they escape) they are immediately recognizable to other authorities

#achievement hunter #trevor collins #jeremy dooley #rimmy tim #fake ah crew #fahc #logan draws #outlaw au

[shadeofazmeinya]

HELLO?!?! PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THIS MR AND MRS SMITH ALFREYCO IDEA OF YOURS???

It’s a very loose idea based of the premise of mr and mrs smith. But basically alfredo and trevor are boyfriends, each pretending to have normal lives. But in reality, both are working for rival crews in los santos, heisting and killing as they work their criminal lives. Alfredo is a master sniper, working both as cover for heisting and hitman depending on the pay. Trevor works mainly as a thief, though is decent with close combat weapons like knives. He works with a growing crew (aka the Fake AH crew), taking bigger and bigger heists across the city.

Eventually the two discover their hidden lives when Trevor’s crew is a heist that Alfredo is hired to “interrupt” from the rival crew. Alfredo was firing from his rifle, not recognizing any of the crew with their masks (I also imagine Alfredo has met some of the other Fakes, though just thinks they’re Trevor’s friends and gets along with them). Fortunately he doesn’t hit any of them, more trying to scare them off. But the Fakes become determined to find who is doing this. So this all eventually leads to Trevor going after the sniper.

Trevor bursts in on the sniper, jumping him and at first just wanting to hurt. Furious at whoever was trying to hurt his crew. But as Trevor gets him pinned down, knife to his throat, his body freezes as he sees who it is under him. And as Trevor pauses, Alfredo rips off Trevor’s mask. And gasps in his own surprise. Both just staring with wide eyes and silent horror. No words were said, but Trevor just quietly climbs off and lets Alfredo go. Not sure what the fuck else to do.

Anyway, I don’t have a full fic planned out haha. But eventually Alfredo gets out of the job of the rival crew. Probably pissing off that crew since they don’t want Alfredo do get out of the job they paid him to do. Of course Trevor and the Fakes help Alfredo get out, leading to a great shootout moment like in the movie. And Alfredo joins the Fakes as they now become the head crew of the city after taking out the rival. And happily ever after 😂

#rtah #fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #alfreyco #mr and mrs smith au #(not mentioned: great makeup sex when fredo and trevor make up after the realizations) #(also mr and mrs style) #but i really cant write those scenes #so probably best im not writing a whole fic haha

[alfryco]

Come Home to Me

summary: As if the storm had heard him and his quick dismissal, another deafening boom shook the room and a flash of lightning filled the sky once more, this one closer to the building he resided in than the last strike. A squeak of surprise escaped him as he burrowed further into the bed and pulled the covers over his head. After being under the safety of the blankets for several minutes he finally realized what felt off about the bedroom, other than the semi-hurricane raging outside. He was the only one in the bed. Which could only mean that Michael and Jeremy hadn’t made it home yet. word count: 2,069 pairing(s): jeremavin (jeremy/michael/gavin) also available on AO3

With a resounding boom a clap of thunder shook the room Gavin had been, seconds before, sleeping soundly in. The younger man woke with a start, a small gasp escaping him from the sudden eruption of noise. The lightning that followed seconds after illuminated the room around him and the city below for a few seconds, while the torrent of rain battered against the windows of the apartment relentlessly. He laid his hand on his chest to try and quiet his thumping heart, when his brain finally caught up to the fact that it had been the storm that woke him and not someone setting off an explosion. A sigh of relief left him as he laid back against his pillow. It was nothing but a thunderstorm.

As if the storm had heard him and his quick dismissal, another deafening boom shook the room and a flash of lightning filled the sky once more, this one closer to the building he resided in than the last strike. A squeak of surprise escaped him as he burrowed further into the bed and pulled the covers over his head.

After being under the safety of the blankets for several minutes he finally realized what felt off about the bedroom, other than the semi-hurricane raging outside. He was the only one in the bed.

Which could only mean that Michael and Jeremy hadn’t made it home yet.

The thought of the two of them being out in such a storm sent Gavin’s heart hammering against his chest again. He instantly scoffed at his anxious thoughts, arguing internally with himself that it would take more than a thunderstorm to take down two of Los Santos's most fearsome criminals.

Read the rest here on AO3!

#ragehappy #rtwriting #jeremavin #fake ah crew #mywriting #mine #jeremavin in the year of 2023?? more likely than u think! #now that this is done i can start working on that alfreyco outlast au >:3

[rorsy]

Hey AH community, if anybody is looking for the Crowned Souls (kings/Minecraft AU) series by whalehuntingboyfriends, I've got all three downloaded: Where The Lost Go, Golden Ghosts, and Broken Heavens. If you'd like them for yourself just pm me and I can send you the Google drive links. I've had plenty of people reach out to me for them, so I know the word's out, but I wanted to make sure I've got a proper post on it.

Ps: whalehuntingboyfriends deleted all of their fics (with a warning so we could download any we wanted, of course) bc of all of their mentions of Ry*n, which I totally understand and respect! The Crowned Souls series was one of my favorite fics of all times and I just couldn't bear to let go of it. I've got the characters separated enough from the real people and I swear I reread the series at least twice every year at this point. :)

#achievement hunter #ah #fake ah crew #whalehuntingboyfriends #ah king au

[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Seven)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki AU, crying, swearing. Sexual tension? Mentions of tattoos, piercings in questionable areas, Jihoon getting flustered over (insinuated) dirty thoughts.

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Oh my goodness guys. Thank you all for 1000 followers. You’re all the loveliest and I can’t thank you all enough for enjoying my stories! 🥰 also dedicating this chapter to the love of my life Bada Lee because I’m obsessed with Street Woman Fighter rn can you tell 😂

- Tae 💜✨

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The very next morning, Jihoon stirs from his slumber to find a barrage of texts from Soonyoung, seemingly excited about his best friend joining him on the camping trip. He rolls his eyes with a little smile as he looks over the wall of text detailing when the crew will leave for the trip and what to bring. Jihoon makes a mental note to invest in a small tent for him and Ji-ah to share and some snacks to bring for the bonfire.

With a long yawn, Jihoon rises tiredly as the sunlight creeps in through his window, the time on his phone reading 7:47am. He sighs as he lets himself slip out of his bed and onto the carpeted floor to reach for a pair of shorts and a compression gym shirt. The weather is looking nice enough for a jog, he thinks. After sliding into his sneakers and putting his earphones in, he places his phone into the pockets of his shorts before taking off out the front door and into the direction of the city streets.

After a thirty minute jog, Jihoon finds himself stepping into an intriguing bakery with the intention for a bagel and a bitter black coffee. As he steps into Love Letter Cafe, his eyes widen as he sees none other than his soulmate sitting inside one of the booths on the right hand side of the Cafe surrounded by three others. Jihoon panics for a moment before slipping into an unused booth on the left side of the room, peeking over to see who was seated around you.

His eyes fall on both yours and his housemates, Seokmin and Mingyu with you, Seokmin by your side and Mingyu diagonally across from you. He observes the new edition to your group, his long dark hair tied up in a half up-half down style wearing baggy gray sweatpants and a white tank top, his left arm adorned with tattoos from his shoulder all the way down to his fingertips, a black hooded jacket sitting over his lap as you seemingly laugh at a comment he’s made. You are also in the same outfit as the mystery man, your long hair pulled up into a high ponytail, your oversized jacket falling off your shoulders as you lean forward to take a sip of your hot chocolate in front of you. His cheeks flush pink as he takes in your new style; everytime he has seen you, you’re always in pastel colours, girly skirts and dresses. This new look suits you.

Jihoon feels slightly intimidated by the look of the man you’re facing, but is surprised when the buff man lets out the smallest airy giggle he’s ever heard. Oh dear god, it’s another Mingyu.

“How did he not get fired?” The new boy giggles between sips from his cup, your laugh echoing through the new empty cafe with the others.

“Because Eomoni is a good person, just like her son.” You wink at the boy, laughing as he rolls his eyes.

“You only say that because she was nice enough to hire you.” He huffs, jutting his bottom lip out.

“Yah, Jeon Jungkook!” An older lady over the counter scolds loudly at your table. Your smirk grows. “Don’t speak about my best worker like that!” She is waving her hand dramatically.

Jeon Jungkook. Jihoon’s eyes widened. Oh. He knew this kid. He was Mingyu’s best friend from high school. They parted for college after Jungkook left to start a tattoo apprenticeship, but the two boys always stayed in close contact. Mingyu always brought up stories of Jungkook at home, but this was the first time he’s ever seen the boy in person.

“And speak to your mother with respect!” You smack the table playfully, causing Mingyu and Seokmin to erupt with laughter.

“Ahh, this is why you’re my favourite!” Mrs Jeon grins at you, placing a cupcake in front of you as you squeal excitedly.

“Eomoni Jeon’s cupcakes are the best!” You grin happily, taking a bite of the treat while wiggling in your seat.

“Eomma, why don’t I get one?” The boy pouts sweetly, but she just smacks the back of his head lightly. He whines.

“Because you’re not nice to my honorary daughter.” She wags her finger at him before walking back behind the counter, your smirk still evident as you eat the cupcake gleefully.

“This is why you need to be nice to your elders, Jeon.” You winked, letting out a triumphant laugh.

“Watch it, Choi,” he huffs. “Remember who your dance partner is for Soonyoungie-hyung’s practice today.”

“How can I forget?” You clap back, leaning back against the wall. “Mingyu only reminded me thirteen times because of his whining.”

“It’s not fair.” He grumbles, poking at his croissant on the table. “I don’t understand why I had to be cut for Jungkookie to take over my spot.”

“Sweetie, I hate to admit it, but you have two left feet when it comes to partner work.” You smile at Jihoon’s housemate, who only groans.

“It’s not my fault I’m tall and uncoordinated!”

“That’s right.” You soothe him. “But think of it this way, you still get to film the promo video today for Soonie’s dance crew, and you’re still an amazing solo dancer.”

“Do you really think that, Y/Nie?” He pouts, as you laugh and ruffle his hair.

“I do.” You grin softly as he slowly nods.

“And think about it,” Seokmin chimes in. “You’ll be getting paid too!”

Jihoon raises his eyebrow. He knew of Soonyoung’s dance crew. It wasn’t anything special, in Sooyoung's words. It was just him and his good friends who wanted to join and have fun. He knew that Mingyu and Jun would go every second Saturday to go meet him and do some dancing, but he didn’t know you were in the crew too.

“This is true..” Mingyu nods, a little smile growing on his face.

“There’s the Gyu we know and love.” You encourage him, and Jihoon swore if Mingyu had a tail, he’d be wagging it right now. “I don’t understand why Soonie needs me for the video though.” You hum, a frown forming on your lips. “I only do this for fun. The boys group dance in my opinion is a lot better than our one too.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Seokmin raises his eyebrow.

“Isn’t what obvious?” You blink.

“He wants you to be the main feature of the video to get views.” Jungkook laughs, and your cheeks turn red.

“Don’t be stupid, Jeon!” You swat his hand.

“Oh sure,” he humors you. “He totally didn’t Bada Lee you up and get you looking like a meal to make you stand at the back.”

“Don’t you talk about my wife Bada Lee that way!” You pout, making the other three laugh. “And don’t compare her out-of-this-world looks to plain old me! That’s an insult to my queen.”

“Y/N, you don’t realize how hot you are, do you?” Jungkook leans back in his seat, eyebrow raised.

Who does this kid think he is? Jihoon scoffs. He clearly must have a thing for you. He is unsure if the grumbling in the pit of his stomach is from his hunger or something else brewing. No, Jihoon. Don’t be ridiculous.

“I’m not hot.” You roll your eyes, leaning your head back on the wall. “And you shouldn’t be talking that way.” You scold him again. “You have a soulmate now, and I’m pretty sure Namjoon-Oppa wouldn’t approve.”

“Yah, I may have a soulmate, but I can appreciate an attractive person when I see one.” He defends himself. “Even Mingyu and I had a crush on you in middle school- OW!” He yelps as Jihoon’s housemate smacks him.

“Yeah for about a week!” You frown, shaking your head. “That doesn’t count. You’re only saying that to make me feel better, and I’m flattered. Really I am, but you don’t have to lie.”

“But we’re not…”

The boys pause as they see you shrink in your seat, arms hugging around your knees. They give each other a silent look before nodding in agreement.

“I’m sorry, Bug.” Jungkook pouts as you nod your head slowly.

“Sorry,” you sigh, wincing and shaking your head at the icky feeling in your stomach. “Shouldn’t have snapped.”

Jihoon feels awful. He can feel the self-consciousness oozing through your body mixed with sadness and anxiety.

“Okay, let’s change the subject,” Jungkook offers, nudging you from across the table. “How’s the ink holding up?”

Jihoon’s ears perk up. Ink?

“It’s not too bad,” you hum, pushing your jacket down and sliding the top of your tank top over to the side to reveal a small galaxy of black ink drawn into your collarbone under the fabric. Your soulmate’s cheeks flush as he sees the new tattoo on your skin, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “A bit itchy now, but that means it’s healing, right?” You tilt your head at the tattooed boy, who only nods in response. He leans forward and runs a finger over the skin before nodding with approval.

“Yeah, it’s looking good.” He beams. “You do realize the secret will be out now once this video comes out.”

“I mean, yeah,” you shrug, letting the tank top fall back into place, a few stray stars peeking out from either side of the fabric. “But Cheol can’t do anything now. It’s literally embedded into my skin.” You laugh softly.

Jihoon never took you to be a rebel like this. He only ever heard stories of you being a well mannered goody two-shoes. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course.

“I can’t believe you managed to keep this under wraps from him, Bug.” Seokmin speaks to you with concerned eyes.

“I mean I could be doing worse things like doing drugs.” You shrug, taking another sip of your drink. “But I’m getting cute tattoos instead. And I love my brother, but sometimes he’s not very observant over things like that. I have done countless things with you guys that he doesn’t even know about.”

This piques Jihoon’s interest as you nonchalantly sip from your drink, a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

“Does that mean I can still hold the blackmail of your nipple piercings you got 3 years ago over your head for you to do my bidding?” Jungkook smirks.

Jihoon is about to faint. He blinks the image out of his head multiple times. He needs to get out of here before he hears anything more that he isn’t supposed to hear.

“That was when I was drunk and stupid.” You hum, looking up at Jungkook. “But I mean, you can if you want. But do keep in mind I will let Eomoni know about how on the same day, you also got a piercing on your d-”

You yelp as you feel a swat on your arm by the flustered tattooed man before bursting out into laughter with the others as Jihoon steps out of the Cafe in a rush, cheeks flushed red and stomach growling. He immediately starts to jog again, needing to get his mind off the conversations he overheard in the Cafe.

It’s well after lunch time when Jihoon hears the front door open to see Mingyu and Junhui enter the living room. Jihoon lifts his head from his spot on the couch and nods his head in greeting to them, Mingyu’s soulmate emerging from the kitchen with a smile.

“Hi darling,” Wonwoo coos as he wraps Mingyu up in a gentle embrace. “How did the shoot go?”

“Tiring.” Junhui groans, falling onto the couch beside Jihoon. He notices that he was wearing the same attire that you and Jungkook were wearing in the cafe this morning.

“Not for me!” Mingyu grins. “But, Y/Nie did want to film a TikTok dance challenge with me so I didn’t feel left out.” He beams proudly now, eyes sparkling.

“Because she is a good person.” Wonwoo hums, nodding his head sagely. “How was she and the rest of the ninety seven crew?”

“They were good!” He smiles. “We had our monthly catch up at Eomoni Jeon’s Cafe and got to see some new designs Kookie was coming up with. I might get a little one to help him out.”

“You two are too alike.” Junhui laughs, leaning his head back over the edge of the couch. “Y/N and Soonyoung were ready to smack them both by the end of the shoot.”

“That’s because Jungkook kept wanting to fiddle with the video camera.” Mingyu whined. “That’s not my fault!”

“Of course it isn’t.” Wonwoo nods sympathetically, kissing his soulmate’s cheek.

Jihoon stays silent on the couch, listening carefully to the conversation going on around him, eyebrows furrowed as he took in the new information being fed to him.

“When is the video planning to come out?” Junhui lifts his head to the tall man, tilting his head.

“Let’s see… We did three choreos, the group dance, Y/N and Jungkook’s duo and Soonyoungie-hyung’s solo, it should take a week or so to edit. So like.. maybe two weeks max?” Mingyu thinks, lips pursed in thought.

Jihoon pauses for a moment as he hears the mention of you. A duet with Jungkook? Interesting. He makes a mental note to keep an eye out to watch the video when it’s released.

“Jihoon-ah,” Wonwoo calls out, causing him to blink back into reality.

“Hmm?” He hums in response.

“Soonyoung gave me a list for us for the trip. Did you want to come to the store with me tomorrow to go get everything so we only have to do one big shopping trip?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Jihoon nods. “What do we need to get?”

“Just stuff for the tents, really.” Wonwoo thinks. “Some sleeping bags, heat packs, blankets, towels for the beach…”

“Mhm, we’ll get it all sorted.”

Jihoon honestly doesn’t know how he is going to go during the trip. The fact he is bringing his not-soulmate around his actual soulmate for a prolonged amount of time almost feels cruel and borderline sadistic for him to flaunt his girlfriend around you. You have been feeling fine lately. Jihoon doesn’t feel much sad emotions from you lately, and he wonders if his hope is misinterpreted as you being able to hide the pain better.

Later that night, Jihoon finds himself once again absentmindedly scrolling through his instagram app and landing onto your profile. The first post he sees is a new Reel posted an hour ago by you. You caption the video in dedication to Bada Lee, with a short explanation about how you didn’t do the dance justice. He chuckles at the sight of the first comment on said post; your older brother simply asking “WTF IS THAT ON YOUR SHOULDER?!”

In the video, you’re standing beside Mingyu and doing the new trending Smoke dance, your newly discovered tattoo peeking from under your tank top, taunting Jihoon. His eyes are wide as he watches you and Mingyu (mostly you) execute the dance perfectly, impressed with how well you both hit the signature ‘smoke you up’ dance move. At the end of the clip, you both get cut off as Soonyoung struts his way into frame, pretending to blow out the fake smoke coming from your Thumb-Lighter, causing the three of you to erupt in laughter before the screen fades to black. Jihoon’s reflection stares back at him, smiling. Once he realizes, he forces his face to turn back into a scowl. He can’t be smiling about another girl while he still has Ji-ah.

When he views your Story next, his cheeks begin to flush like it has done too many times today. You’ve shared a post from Soonyoung’s crew’s profile, a video filmed from the side of the dance studio of you and Jungkook. You’re both placed in the middle of the room, Vanilla by Kai playing on the speakers. The clip is only for 20 seconds, but Jihoon studies it thoroughly. He watches as your hands reach around from behind Jungkook and skim down his front, followed directly by Jungkook using his right arm to control how your body rolls in time to the beat and his direction. What sticks out the most to your soulmate, though, is the way Jungkook’s arm reaches over you, and in turn your head follows his arm movement, a sly smirk on your face as you turn your whole body to face him and maintain eye contact.

In Jihoon’s opinion, Jungkook looks like he’s about to pounce on you, and you don’t look too far off from returning the sentiment. He feels a pit forming in his stomach once more. His intrusive thoughts are cut short when the chorus of dancers in the room all scream excitedly at the chemistry between you and Mingyu’s best friend, causing the both of you to break character and start laughing. Jungkook puckers his lips playfully, causing you to roll your eyes and push Jungkook towards the cameraman, Mingyu with a smile and a shake of your head.

Jesus Christ, Jihoon. He thinks to himself. You really need to get your shit together. You can’t get jealous over a girl you don’t even want.

This is bullshit. Jihoon doesn’t actually like you. This is some stupid soulmate related shit. He read up about feeling closer connections because of the soulmate bond; that has to be it. His mind is just playing tricks on him.

With a sigh, Jihoon locks his phone screen and places it face down on his bedside table, rolling over and pulling the blankets up to his chin. He squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to try and get some sleep and get the lingering thoughts about you out of his head.

“Do you think we should do the presentation as an essay or a slideshow debate style?”

It has been a week since Jihoon has last seen you, and if he’s honest, he’s been avoiding any place where you have been frequenting when he could. So far, he’s denied a morning coffee date with Ji-ah, a gaming night at your place with Soonyoung, and purposely showed up early to Film Studies class to sit at a random desk, leaving you to sit alone at the front. He’s decided enough is enough, he needs to keep this relationship strictly professional if he wants to maintain his relationship with Ji-ah. It’s now Friday afternoon, the only time where Jihoon absolutely has to be in your presence in order to get this project rolling.

“Hmm?” Jihoon blinks, looking up from his laptop, eyebrows raised. “Uhh.. you can pick.”

“Okay.” You hum quietly, looking back at your own laptop, continuing to work in silence.

Jihoon can feel the worry in your stomach, but he ignores it. He can be professional and cordial with you and not get feelings involved. He can’t, he won’t.

“What points have you made so far, so I can add them to my list to rebut?” Another bout of silence runs through both of you, and you notice that either your soulmate didn’t hear you, or is choosing to ignore you. “Jihoon-ssi?”

“Sorry?” He keeps typing, not lifting his head.

“Have I done something wrong?” You ask, closing your computer screen.

“What?” Jihoon stops now, looking up at you. “Why would you think that?”

“Because last week we were actually…” you pause, looking everywhere but at Jihoon. “I don’t know, at least getting along despite everything happening. And now, you’re acting like it’s a chore to be around me.”

Jihoon is floored for a moment. You’re a bit too observant for your own good. He opens his mouth to speak, but you keep going.

“And look, I get it. I’m the last person you would want to be around. I’m already jeopardizing everything you have with your girlfriend and everything else in this stupid situation, but I thought we were okay.” Your knee is shaking under the table, staring at the chipped wood instead of looking up at his face. “I know I’m already insufferable and you would prefer to be anywhere else but here. You know what…” you shake your head now, taking your laptop. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have put you in this crappy situation. I shouldn’t have been so stupid to think that we could be civil with each other. I will go see Professor Kim and tell him that we can’t work together and you can find someone else and I’ll just finish this project on my ow-”

Your soulmate cuts off your babbling by grabbing your wrist before you can stand up completely. His grip is firm but gentle as you fall silent, blinking the unshed tears from your eyes as you finally look at him.

This is the first time you have had skin to skin contact with your soulmate since that fateful day in the rain. You involuntarily shiver as you feel a zap run up the back of your spine, and your soulmate shivers in unison.

Jihoon is almost distraught at the sight of your heartbroken face up close. He, again, blames this stupid soulmate bond.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, keeping his hold on your wrist. “I am just going through some shit. It’s not you, I promise Y/N.” His gaze is intense as he looks into your eyes, your cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry if it made you think I was mad at you or something, I’m just in my own head right now.”

“I’m sorry,” you frown.

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong. Just exist.”

“That’s the point.” You whisper now. “I exist. I am a wedge in the way of so many people right now. I know Cheol and Hannie want to plan on getting married soon but I still live in that house. Seokmin and Soonyoung only invite me to things because they feel sorry for me, and I feel bad even being in the same room with you knowing you love someone else.” Jihoon feels another crack hit your heart. “I just exist and am an issue for so many people. I’m more than happy to do this project alone, Jihoon-ssi.” You move to take your wrist out of his grip, but he just holds on tighter.

“I can’t speak for the others, but if I had an issue with you being my partner for this project, I would have gone to Professor Kim myself. I’m fine to do this project with you, Y/N, and I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise. Please, can you sit?”

You pause, watching your soulmate nervously before taking a long breath, slowly nodding and slipping back into your chair.

“I’m sorry for my outburst.” You mumble, rubbing at your eyes. “I get too far into my negative thoughts and…”

“It’s okay, I get it. And again, I can’t speak for the others, but from what I hear from Soonyoung, he and Seokmin are more than happy to have you around, if that makes you feel any better.”

You only nod silently, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Here, these are my notes.” He pushes his computer towards you, raising his eyebrows hopefully.

Jihoon may want to be civil and professional, but he’d be damned if he made a girl cry, no matter who it is.

“Have we got everything?”

Jihoon grumbles a tired ‘yes’ to Wonwoo, alongside Mingyu, Chan and Ji-ah as they carry their camping packs towards your house around the corner.

It has been two weeks since your supposed outburst in front of Jihoon. Since then, you have been quite reluctant and withdrawn when you have to speak with him, but to him, it’s expected. He chooses to just go with the flow when it comes to you, and let his instincts guide him, which seemingly has been going okay so far.

The sun is barely beginning to rise in the sky, Soonyoung lecturing all attendees for ‘Choi Seungcheol’s Birthday Bash’ to be at your house bright and early at 6:30am to be on the road by 7:00 for the four hour drive.

“The sun is barely up, I don’t know why I have to be.” Jihoon hears a groan from Seokmin as they see a large bus parked on the curb.

“Because you love hyung, and you want to be ready to have a fun trip with the people you love.” A tired, monotone voice coming from Jeonghan responds. There are three sleepy bodies standing outside, putting the camping gear in the luggage compartment underneath the bus. The three said bodies are Seokmin, Jeonghan and a chirpy Soonyoung, who happily waves when he sees his best friend show up.

“You made it!” He cheers happily.

“Mm.” Jihoon mumbles as he places his bags in the luggage area, Ji-ah leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Soonyoung,” she smiles. “Thank you for inviting me along!”

“Oh, it’s nothing!” He waves his hand happily with a smile. “Really, the more the merrier! Go hop on and find a seat, we’re just about to take off.”

Jihoon is the last person of his housemates to step onto the bus as he eyes the seats. As he expected, the usual pairs of soulmates are together. Mingyu is with Wonwoo, just behind a sleepy Seungkwan and Hansol. Ji-ah takes a seat across from Mingyu and Wonwoo, Jihoon slipping in easily beside her. He eyes the next row of seats towards the front of the bus as he sees Chan sitting alone, Seokmin and Soonyoung taking place across from him. His eyes widen as he sees his last roommate, Junhui, step onto the bus with a tall man behind him, cheeks pink as they walk hand in hand. Said tall man adjusts his glasses with his free hand, his long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“Oh, that’s why he hasn’t been home lately.” Wonwoo grins, eyebrows wiggling.

“Minghao is his soulmate?!” Mingyu grins excitedly. “Oh my gosh, wait until Y/N sees.”

At the mention of your name, you step onto the bus with Kkuma in your arms, eyes scanning the seats. Jihoon takes in the floral yellow dress you’re wearing with your hair pulled back into two braids tied with a yellow ribbon, cheeks tinting pink.

When you make eye contact with Mingyu, you mouth ‘MINGHAO?!’ with exaggerated wide eyes, which only garners a giggle and aggressive nod from Mingyu. You shoot him an impressed look which makes him laugh again, before taking a single seat diagonally across from Jihoon and Ji-ah alone, placing Kkuma on the empty seat beside you.

Seokmin and Soonyoung take their seats in front of you, before Jeonghan steps on with the birthday boy in tow.

“Okay everyone, are we ready to go?” Jeonghan calls out, smiling as everyone nods or mumbles a yes. “Then we are right on schedule!”

“Birthday bash!” Soonyoung starts to chant. “Birthday bash! Birthday bash!”

You start to giggle as the others start chanting, Seungcheol shaking his head with a fond grin, taking place in the front passenger seat as Jeonghan takes the driver’s seat.

Dear God, Jihoon thinks as Soonyoung cheers loudly, causing Chan to burst into giggles. This is going to be a long four hours.

Real Eyes, Fake Lies taglist

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#lee jihoon x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #woozi angst #woozi x reader #Lee Jihoon angst #Jihoon x reader #seventeen woozi #seventeen au #woozi fanfic

[natalievoncatte]

“Careful with that! We have to assume everything here is dangerous.”

Lena would have preferred to be anywhere else. The last thing she wanted to occupy her afternoon was dealing with yet another reminder of her brother’s sprawling insanity. Every one of these weapons caches -he probably would have melodramatically called them “hideouts” or “secret bases”- was like a tombstone marking the grave of the only truly sincere, loving relationship she’d ever had in her life.

He hadn’t always been the slavering maniac with an incoherent obsession with killing a superhero. He’d been a protector and a benefactor, a chess opponent and a confidant, the only person in her life who presented an uncomplicated human connection, without any ulterior motives or conditions.

Everyone else wanted something from her. Money. Power. A competitive advantage. Technological secrets. Or just sex. Lena resented that most of all, the gray old men who saw nothing of her achievements or her intellect and regarded her as just another piece of ass with blue enough blood that they had to ask permission rather than simply grope.

Watching her crew load up the equipment in this sweltering heat made her physically ill, and she was glad she’d skipped breakfast. Kara would be upset if she knew.

She’s had to text Kara and let her know that she’d be out of the office and would have to skip their lunch plans. Kara was…

Kara was becoming a complication, because Kara was doing the one thing Lena wished she wouldn’t: She was giving Lena hope. She’d barreled into Lena’s life with an earnest intensity that had been bewildering at first and intriguing afterwards, with her insistence that they be friends, and constant reminders that they were friends, even as her eyes wandered to Lena’s cleavage or she unconsciously bit her lip and stared that smoldering stare just to look away at the last second.

Lena shook her head, clearing her thoughts of yet another Straight Best Friend taking her down that well-worn path of sapphic suffering. She had bigger fish to fry right now.

It was too bad that her relationship with Supergirl had been so chilly lately. It might have been easier to simply tip off the hero and the government agency she worked with and let them handle the clean up.

Lena was deep in reverie when one of the crates, a bulky reinforced one, dropped a good two feet from a forklift and the wood splintered as the locks burst free.

“Idiot!” Lena shouted at the driver. “This equipment is sensitive and potentially dangerous, and…”

“STARTUP SEQUENCE INITIATED.”

A metallic voice ground out of the crate and it shifted as something vast and bulky moved around inside. Lena stumbled back, glad she’d opted for a sensible set of flats for this, and turned to run.

A metallic claw crashed out of the crate, followed by an arm-mounted rotary cannon. The older model Lexosuit, one of the originals that Lex had planned to illegally smuggle out of the country in a fake theft scheme and sell to the Kasnians, stood up in its shaky, clanking way and took a few steps, shaking off planks and nylon straps the way a baby bird might shake off pieces of shell.

There was nowhere to go. The machine scanned the room, moving jerkily as it zeroed in on her.

Lex’s voice, a recording, boomed from its loudspeakers.

“Ah, dear sister, I see you’ve found another of my hidden fastnesses.”

You melodramatic-

“Oh well. I should thank you for setting off the security system. I won’t have to waste my precious time killing you myself. Au revoir, Lena!”

The suit spun its arm cannon and aimed at her. The barrels assembly made a half turn, the electric motor charging up as it cycled the first 32mm mass-reactive exploding shell into the chamber. Lex had once called it a masterpiece in the art of violating the Geneva Conventions. It was about to blow Lena inside out, and the subsequent shots reduce her to a the chunky consistency of a good bolognése.

But then there was a wind that was not a wind, and SHE was there.

Supergirl seized Lena with precision and grace, hands that could crush diamonds pressed just so over Lena’s ears to protect her from the roar of the guns. Lena wasn’t sure who screamed louder, her or Supergirl, as the revolving barrels ripped out their entire supply of ammunition in a few seconds, pummeling Supergirl’s back with explosions that could have shredded a tank, as the hero cradled Lena, sheltering her with her superhuman body.

When the hellstorm was over, the machine charged at them.

Supergirl did scream now, and fell upon the machine in a berserk rage. Lena had seen her in a fight before and knew she could be terrible to behold, but this was different. The empty suit was struck with such unending fury that she reduced it to shreds of metal and oil-spitting chunks of machinery in moments, spreading it halfway across the floor of warehouse.

When Supergirl rounded on her, Lena’s heart skipped. The hero’s chest was heaving, straining at the crest on her chest even as the bunching muscles on her arms and stomach pulled at the material, her perfect hair swirling around as she turned, that angelic face marred by a streak of oil and a sheen of sweat.

How dare she just look like that. It was incredibly unfair.

Before Lena knew it what was happening, Supergirl was lifting her into a heart-skipping bridal carry, pulling her much too close as she took off. On instinct, Lena pressed her eyes shut and buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck, to hide from the heights.

Moments later they landed, and Supergirl threw Lena’s balcony door back and deposited her on her feet, leaving her stumbling back against her kitchen island in a daze. Supergirl stared at her, looming over Lena with the height difference increased by her stacked heels and Lena having lost her shoes at some point, so her stocking toes were left curling on the cold floor.

“That thing almost killed you,” Supergirl snapped. “If Is been a millisecond later you’d be dead.”

Her voice was tight with emotion, somewhere between anger, exasperation, and terror, and it felt like a fist closed in Lena’s chest.

“Are you sure you just weren’t there to make sure I wasn’t taking Lex’s old suit for a spin myself?” Lena spat, though her voice trembled. “You don’t seem to trust a thing I say lately. If I tell you the sky is blue you’ll go check.”

Supergirl’s face flushed and Lena braced for another booming, self righteous speech about trust or safety or the meaning of teamwork or some such heroic nonsense, but then her voice shattered into a million pieces and tears welled wet in her eyes.

“All I want is for you to be okay.”

A thousand thoughts danced in Lena’s mind. To ask her why, to defy her, to taunt her, to demand what exactly it was that made Lena so damned important that this woman was so intense about her safety one moment and so angry the next.

In the dance of all those thoughts, the more base instinct won out. Lena grabbed Supergirl by the neck of her suit, just below those delightful collarbones of hers, and used it as a handle to pull herself into a hard, aggressive kiss.

The world hung still for a moment, and Lena felt it all pivot around her. Something big was happening here. Something huge, something…

Something forgotten entirely as Supergirl’s tongue roughly claimed Lena’s mouth and her hands raked over Lena’s ass, dragging her skirt up.

Oh God, she thought, this is actually happening.

Lips pressed to her skin, the words burning hot into her flesh like an invocation.

“Is this okay?” Supergirl whispered.

“Yes,” Lena moaned, without hesitation.

To be continued…

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #steamy #spicy #adrenaline rushes do wild things #post-rescue lip locking #oh supergirl how can I ever repay you for saving me?

[kaciidubs]

Lucky Charm

❣ For my sweet love @sweetracha - thank you for indulging me in this AU, I hope you like it! ❣

❣ Summary: Racer! AU - Its the first race of the season, and what's a better way to start it off without a little visit from Jisung's lucky charm? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.1k ❣ Warnings: Racecar Driver! Jisung, Racer Crew! OT8, Jisung's a bit cocky but in a lovable way, established relationship, hinted smut, fluff, humor, kissing, Seungmin is a menace to Changbin, Jeongin is a menace to Minho, Jisung is a menace to Reader ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Han, and Mr. Flirt, sort of slice of life style but I love it ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Seungmin, stop hiding my tools!”

“I’ll stop hiding them when you stop calling me a dog!”

You watched as Changbin wrangled the younger into a chokehold - putting no power behind it, of course - and continued spewing on about how he’ll continue being a dog if he keeps hiding his stuff. 

“They’re still at it?” 

Breaking you from the ever so entertaining view, you turned your head to see Chris walking over to you, black headset donned around his neck in preparation for the race. 

“Mhm - you know, for the pit leader and star of the crew, they really can’t get past this fake sibling rivalry.” 

“It keeps them entertained and out of my hair, as long as they don’t kill each other then so be it.” 

Nodding in agreement, you snuck a peek at the pair once again; Seungmin now, miraculously, out of the hold and taunting Changbin over something entirely new. 

It was race day, the first race of the season and the starting line for the journey to the silver cup, so it was understandable why they seemed to have more energy than before - honestly, you were surprised they weren’t chasing each other around by this point. 

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” You mused, noting the lack of a few familiar faces amongst the pit crew that filled the assigned stadium garage. 

Chris leaned against the table you were sitting on, crossing his arms over his t-shirt clad chest, “Well, Minho’s doing a pre recorded interview - he brought Jeongin along to ‘show him how it's done’, Hyunjin is out getting some pictures of the stadium, Felix is getting the final lineup of the race, and I’m sure you know where Jisung is.”

Ah, right - the man of the hour and the reason why you’re all gathered today - Han Jisung, the person taking up this season’s race in the SKZ name. This was far from his first race, or course, but it still held importance; this was his shot at a third consecutive win following his overly successful season last year, taking over for Minho as he took on the responsibility of training Jeongin with Chris, and you were here to hopefully witness his first win of the circuit.

Picking aimlessly at the fabric of your skirt, you regarded the eldest with a soft look, “You think he’s nervous?”

“Yeah.” He unfolded his arms, resting his hands on the edge of the table, “But you know how he is, nerves are only fuel to him - keeps telling me how he knows what he’s doing and that he’s bringing back another trophy for the garage.”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in amusement - cocky as ever.

The sound of the door squeaking open drew your attention, easily recognizing the faces coming through the door.

“You can ignore me all you want - that interviewer was so into you!” Jeongin beamed, following closely behind a nonplussed Minho.

“Chan, get this child away from me, now.”

“Seriously! How could you not see it?! She was a hundred perfect fucking you with her eyes-”

“Chan!”

“Shit- okay! Innie, you keep testing him and he might actually kill you this time.” Chris launched himself from his position on the table, leaving you to watch as he dragged the youngest driver away from the veteran - but not without attracting the attention of the two lead pit crew members eager for the tea.

In the midst of the action, the door opened once again - Jisung walked through wearing his racing jumpsuit decorated in various sponsorship patches he’d earned throughout the years. He went to jump into the ruckus until he spotted you on the table, laughing at whatever threat Minho famously came up with this time, his heart fluttering and feet leading him straight to your side.

“You must really love me if you’re willing to deal with these guys,” he hummed nonchalantly, not missing the way you jumped at his sudden presence, head whipping toward him in surprise.

Rolling your eyes, a soft smile quickly replaced your shock, “You must really love me if you’re willing to let me deal with these guys.” You watched as he saddled himself in front of you, caging you in against the table with a sideways smirk.

“Of course I love you,” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, a bright smile blossomed on his lips, “you should’ve told me you were here already, I would’ve gotten ready faster!”

“Today’s an important day, you really think I’m gonna rush you just to see me?” Your fingers danced their way up the fabric of his jumpsuit, tracing along the various seams and straps before finding home on his shoulders.

“I’m always in a rush to see you, why do you think I always finish in first?”

You scoffed out a laugh, eyes glittering with mirth, “Okay, Mr. Flirt, let’s get our heads in the game here.”

“Han! We’ve gotta start getting ready soon!”

A wave of anxious excitement washed over you at Chris’ time call, and you could see the spark of determination flash behind Jisung’s eyes - this was it.

“One last kiss from my lucky charm?” Jisung hummed softly, his hands sliding to cradle the outside of your thighs, fingers fiddling with your skirt.

Nodding curtly, you took his face in your hands, gently turning his head to the right, “Be smart-” you murmured before kissing his cheek and turning his head to the left, “be safe-” planting another kiss, you turned him one final time to face you, “be fast-” pecking his lips, you leveled him with a soft stare, “and come back to me.”

“Always.” He promised, as always, finishing the ritual with a solid kiss to your lips in return, pulling back with a cocky grin, “I’ll make sure to come back for my second checkered flag, too.”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second before your gaze dropped to where he was currently squeezing your thighs and- of course, in addition to wearing a custom shirt with his racing number and name, you’d opted for a black and white checker patterned skirt to tie the look together.

A new rush of heat ran through you as you mushed his face with your hands, embarrassed giggles escaping you all the while, “Han Jisung get away from me!”

You could feel him kiss the palm of your hand with a triumphant laugh, taking your wrist to move your hand, “You know you love me!”

“Yeah, I love you, now go!”

Successfully shooing him away, you watched as he went to huddle with the rest of his team - now noticing the arrival of Felix amongst the group, and Hyunjin with his camera in hand, snapping pictures of the first huddle of the season.

You knew he’d give it his all, he always did, but a little intentionally unintentional enticement never hurt anyone - you were his lucky charm after all, and if that helped him have another reason to bring back the gold then who were you to stop it?

#skz fic #stray kids fic #Han Jisung x reader #Jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #Racer! AU #Racer! AU SKZ #Racer! Jisung #Racer! Han

[apathmakerstale]

I woke up from a nap and found out one of the foundational pillars of my youth shut down. Damn.

Rooster Teeth was my lifeblood as a teen, and I’ve been a fan from the first time I saw Tex vs RnB’s. RWBY is what made me starting writing. I remembered the exact time I started actually writing down my ideas, Feb 2, 2015 at 3:52 pm after confirmation study, a day after I learned Monty passed. It was a RWBY OC fic that I stopped after I remembered their words to stop focusing on other people’s work and work on your own to build your own brand. I still have it- the writing is meh though -and my first drawings were RWBY characters like the ones below. I owe my artistic creation to that. Maybe I'll post that first fic one day too.

That gave me the time to build up a portfolio of original writing that I will soon be publishing online for myself. It inspired me and still does to this day as I enjoy RWBY and hope it will be finished.

I still listen to Gold, the music from RWBY just inspires such a sense of love from me. It can make me well with tears- which is not something easy do. I was apart of the RWBY WIKI! Back when we called Yang Yellow, and speculated White would be a cold high lady type and not girlfail. The Speculation House was my house. It was the first time I posted anything on the internet.

AND I CALLED IT BACK IN 2013- I CALLED SALEM AND OZPIN- ONE MAN WITH MULTIPLE SOULS A WOMEN WITH NONE!!! I CALLED IT AND EVEN HAD A POST I MEANT TO MAKE BUT I WAS TOO SCARED!!! SIX YEARS AHEAD!!!!!!

Anyway I was a superfan like from 2013-16 I lived and breathed the company, I watched every video, every channel, every podcast, I lived and breathed it. From Cow Chop, Sugar Pine, Funhaus, Gamefails etc. Achievement Hunter was why I came home from school to watch videos. I remember why RTX was a fandom wide event, and every single panel had mind-blowing information about something I loved. I was there for the first GTA V gameplay, and the first video on Let's Play. I have such a distinct memory of sitting down one Friday after school with a bowl of chef boyardee on a cheap white desk covered by a blue rag and chipped dark blue bowl, looking up at the ps3 3d wall-mounted tv, and watching the first Capture the Tower in Minecraft with such glee. It was my childhood.

I followed the King AU fan comic series on here and the FAKE AH crew AU. I was that heavy into it.

I READ A FEW REAL PEOPLE FICS. I was that deep. I've never done that for anyone else even in my deepest fandom days.

I remember being so excited when them and Yogscast paired up, they being another pillar and like them I am still a fan. Those TTT episodes are something special to me.

Like any company it had its flaws, and I remember every single controversy. Every. Single. One. God. I've diminished to someone who just keeps up with podcasts like F**ckFace and Red Web but I still called myself a fan. It was a foundation for me and a stabilizing influence when I was younger. I sincerely hope that the talented people there get help for this.

It only inspires my hatred of Warner Brothers more.

It actually does feel like a chapter has closed and I don't know how to feel about that.

Anyway here's Gold for your heart.

#rooster teeth #rooster teeth shutdown #achievement hunter #RWBY #RWBY art #misc.stuff #lets play #rt #Funhaus #Cow Chop #fandom #Youtube

[kookieswan]

Through Dying Stars - Spell It Out

Alien!BountyHunter!Jimin x DeliveryGirl!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Alien AU, BountyHunter AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Nonsexual NSFW/18+, Angsty, bits of Fluff, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Talk of enslaved aliens/people and prostitution. Threats to the crew and MC in regard to forced prostitution. A less than happy politician. Many of the characters are morally gray in this story. Please be warned!

Summary: With every passive aggressive sentence, you know that you’re digging the crew deeper and deeper into a galactic hole by refusing the Magistrate. If only you were a bad person. If only.

Notes: AH I’m so excited for this series that I had to get another part out so I could introduce the Stellar Crew! I’ve been writing during my breaks at work heh. Expect a slightly longer update early next week. ALSO this takes place before the the Intro. I listened to MIST by DIMLIM while writing this update! ⭐️

This Part 2 of the Through Dying Stars series. Find the Masterlist here ⭐️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Sir, I understand the request, it’s just that we don’t transport… That type of clientele.” Others wouldn’t catch onto it very easily, but Namjoon looks severely uncomfortable. Understandable considering one of the top politicians of fucking Malvedria, Magistrate Lerferi, just asked him to transport slaves he’s trying to sell off as prostitutes. Nasty fuck, you’d think he’d have more decorum but a-fucking-las.

Yoongi and Tae sit to your side, Yoongi trying his best not to look livid as Tae’s slitted pupils dilate slightly, clearly getting lost in his own world to avoid listening in. Eyeing Yoon, you raise a brow and he sighs deeply to himself as Namjoon clears his throat to speak, only to be cut off but the Magistrate. You can’t wait to see how this goes considering it’s been back and forth for the last fifteen minutes.

“I promise you, they’re perfectly behaved and very excited to be transported Captain Kim. It’ll be no issue, I assure you.” His handsome face does nothing to hide the ugly underneath, the ice in his voice. Mock comforting words don’t do anything to make your crew feel better, the air in your ship still unbearably thick. Namjoon adjusts his chair, tilting his chin back a bit before carefully calculating his response, words coming out sure but slow.

“Even so Magistrate Lerferi, it’s been agreed upon my myself and my crew to to never transport the unwilling. Even if you assure me they’d be the perfect company, they’re still enslaved, and so I really must refuse.” You all agreed to never escort someone to their death, and so you nod in agreement. It’s quiet then, the four members of your crew staring at the screen as the politicians face loses its smile. It morphs into something nasty, lines on his forehead appearing as he practically snarls out his next words.

“So you’re refusing my request then.” Not a question, but a deadpan statement. You hear Yoongi mumble something quietly, only catching ‘fucker’ before Namjoon speaks over him to drown it out… This isn’t going to end well. Tae continues to stare at the ceiling, white bangs falling into his eyes.

“Yes Sir. I’m afraid I’ll have to, but if you’d like, I can steer you in the direction of-“ Ah, poor Joon. Always trying to find the best answer even though faked diplomacy is certainly a hardship. The politician smashes his hands down into his desk, the crack of it causing silence to persist.

“Listen here Kim, I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out but I will. I don’t think you understand just who you’re refusing; I could crush you in seconds and I’m more than willing to. So, I’ll ask one more time: Will you do this transport for me?” Oh goodie. There’s nothing quite like being ruined on a fine Tuesday night. Namjoon looks nearly flabbergasted, his mouth starting to open but no sound comes out so the man continues his little hissy fit.

“I have no issue ruining all four of your lives. A rogue Tarsinial, an outcasted Vovini, and two lowly humans would be easy enough to make disappear… On second thought, I could use your girl there in my little harem, she’s quite pretty.” The urge to throw up directly onto the monitor is strong, but you somehow hold it in. You can’t say the same for the look of disgust that crawls into your face, your Captain and best friend noticeably becoming very pissed off.

Yoongi stands up without a word and walks directly into the frame, blocking everyone else. Craning your head to check the feedback screen, he regards the camera with little interest. Perhaps he’s not really interested in what’s going on, or maybe he just really wants to piss the fuck head off. You’re going to go with the latter, a wry smile coming to your face. It’s easier to find rueful humor than acknowledge the building dread.

“Our Captain said no, so no, we won’t be doing the transport. Have a nice day and don’t contact us again Magistrate because I’ll make sure you fucking regret it if you do.” Making a show of it, he raises his hand before bringing it down on the button harshly to stop the call. Tae flinches at your side, eyes focusing back in slowly as he peers around the room. The screen blanks out and then disconnects, signaling that you’re all probably very fucked. Lovely.

“Fucking twat, fucking talking to us like that. Tch, like I’d let him touch you the nasty bit-” Yoongi starts to go on a rant about how all the politicians are trying to ruin your lives (he’s not wrong) as Tae inches closer to you. He raises a hand and waits to you gesture to him to speak before putting it down again.

“Does anyone want some coffee? I got beans from Tarnocia and they’re delicious-“ Namjoon clears his throat noticeably and cuts off poor Tae. The man just wants to enjoy the little things in life but once again, alas. You pat his shoulder consolingly.

“Yoongi, you shouldn’t have turned off the call like that. I know he was being uncouth but this… This could cause us a lot of problems.” Namjoons voice is quiet but firm, a clear indicator that a fight is probably going to break out soon. You’re due for one at this point; they haven’t fought since last months hoverboard incident. They start to bicker almost immediately, Yoongi having no issue with getting in the other man’s face and tugging on his long bangs.

“Well, fuck me and my coffee then.” You try not to giggle as you tell Tae that you’d love a cup, the Vovini excitedly running off to brew some without another word, swaths of fabric flowing behind him. You hope that it’ll get his mind off things a little, the situation probably hasn’t been pleasant for him.

“Namjoon, you were going in circles with that fucking loser. You could have talked to him for another seven hours and got fucking nowhere. And I’m top of that, did you hear what he said about her?” Not exactly wrong. The Magistrate, based on the very uncomfortably long meeting you had with him, doesn’t seem to be one to take no for an answer. Ever. Standing up and stepping forward, you decide to put in your two cents.

“I agree with Yooyoo. Threats to prostitute me out aside, there’s nothing we could have said to appease that man. He wanted us to transport enslaved prostitutes for fucks sake; we shouldn’t feel bad about saying no and we shouldn’t put Tae through it.” The Tarsinial grimaces before nodding, knowing that you’re right about the situation. There’s no need to make Tae relive the old days in any form.

“Alright. We’ll have to be in our guard for the next month at the very least. That man’s known for holding grudges and as Yoongi would say, we royally pissed him off.” Both of you nod, agreeing with your Captain. Hiding out is the only real option for now; it’s a dangerous game to mess with any sort of government anything and you managed to fuck with one of the highest ranks. Yay for you. Namjoon turns back to the screen, pulling up navigation as he kisses his teeth.

“Just to make sure we’re not being trailed, I’m going to have Tae reroute us. We don’t currently have any urgent deliveries to make, so we’ll be docking on Ecalaxar for a few days. We’ll have an official meeting about everything tomorrow.” Ecalaxar?! You’ve been dying to go on a shopping spree and the planet had some of the best shopping centers for clothing and jewelry. It’s like Namjoon is reading your cluster fuck of a mind, what a beautiful man.

“No fucking way! Holy shit Namjoon you’re the best captain ever.” You toss your arms around him, hugging the huge man tightly to your chest. His own chest rumbles as he laughs at your antics, patting your back a few times before you pull away from his luscious bosom. Yoongi doesn’t look very impressed, a very grumpy pout on his face.

“What about me? I raised you.” Rolling your eyes, you pinch his dumpling cheek just as he flicks your forehead. Even through he’s clearly trying very hard not to, he smiles a small smile, eyes warm as he regards you. Turning away, you flip your hand back as a signal of your leave, your own hidden smile turning the corner of your lips up. You’ll ignore the intense feeling of dread for now.

“Whatever you say, grandpapa. I’ll see you two later; I’m gonna go plan a shopping spree with Tae over coffee.”

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#through dying stars #jimin x you #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin fluff #jimin angst #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts angst #bts fluff

[lostonehero]

Even more

New mech au

Better Mech chat (aka earth crew damn you Nastya)

Martin: Are you alright Marius you looked really uncomfortable today

Marius: Humans don't have living hair, and it shows.

Raphella: I can fix that.

Marius: no

Tim: what did it even feel like?

Marius: Remember when you burned your hands? The time we got Brian off the sun. It's kind of like that, but the pain doesn't go away. Elias is fine, he's really friendly, I think, but he's strict with the dress code. I really want a hat.

Jonny: I can't believe I feel bad for you.

Ivy: I rather be experimented on than have my nerves tugged on like that for hours. No that wasn't an offer

TS: The Other Jonny Is Werid. I Want To Be His Friend. He Does Not Like Me.

Brian: you offered to show him how your voice was stolen and he nearly fainted.

TS: We Had Fun.

Brian: honestly I think the job isn't bad suspicious as fuck, but none if the stuff really effects me or TS since we aren't human. I think whatever is going on is speciesest so Martin and Tim be careful.

Tim: Duly noted

Martin: that's worrying.

Jonny: I'll keep you safe.

Martin: you say that with such confidence purring in my lap.

Jonny: Martin please.

Raphella: I have more experiments to run, but I will come up with something for you, Martin.

Martin: Please be careful. Things down there are dangerous, and I don't want Elias to catch you.

Raphella: I will stay safe.

Ashes: I don't think I've ever seen her flustered before.

Jonny: bullshit

Marius: No, Ashes is right. I think Raphella just found the blanket you made her.

Martin: oh does she like it I wanted it to match her wings and scales. I'm trying to make one for all of you to match your non human stuff because it's really cool. Ah Tim I just about done with your sleep mask, are you sure you don't want a blanket I know your eyes bother you but everyone else is getting one.

Tim: the sleep mask is fine.

TS: I Get A Blanket?

Martin: yes! I'm making yours a flag that matches your uniform

TS: I Don't Understand This Feeling. I Won't Let Anyone Harm You Friend.

Jonny: huh

Tim: I'm going to bake you something.

Ashes: Can mine have flames?

Martin: I was gonna match your hair but I can fix it to be flames. Oh I can do raining ashes too like your name.

Ashes: I'm going to help Tim in the kitchen.

Jonny: Martin you're breaking them

Brian: you made me a crochet heart.

Martin: I know it doesn't match yours it's a human heart but uh I hope you liked it.

Brian: Martin I would kill for you.

Several people are typing.

.......

Marius knocks softly before hearing Elias to let him in. He stops seeing a taller, pale man made of muscle in a large coat. "Is this a bad time? I can come back."

Elias smiles from his desk. "No, not at all. Marius, this is my husband Peter Lukas his family are major donors to the institute. Peter, this is my new assistant I've been telling you about."

Peter nods and looks the man up and down. "Tall." His voice was soft, and it surprised Marius. "He has a fake arm."

Elias rolls his eyes. "Peter." He sighs and pinches his brow. "I apologize for him. He's a sea captain he just got back from a long voyage."

"Early." Peter huffs.

Marius smiles. "It's quite alright. I know it's a bit off-putting." He rubs his eyes, feeling an odd burning but dismisses it. He must have earth allergies. "It's lovely to meet you. Do you need me to do anything?"

"Yes, there are tunnels under the institute, I will show you. It's quite the hassle, but there is a library under there, and I will need extra hands grabbing a few books." Elias smiles as Marius nods.

#new mech tma au #tma podcast #the magnus archives #the mechanisms #the mechs

[heisttheblackflag]

Let's get ready for Alfreyco Appreciation Month!!

For Alfreyco Appreciation Month, I’ve assembled a list of prompts to use as inspiration for your art, writing, or whatever else you want to make! The month will be officially starting on June 18 and ending on July 15, and each week has weekly prompts listed with their dates below. (If you’re not able to finish your piece(s) until after the 15th though that’s totally fine; I want this to be fun and chill for everyone so feel free to post whenever you can!)

The first group below is a bunch of prompts intended for posting at any point during the month. Feel free to combine any of them, and use them for any kind of media you want!

Following those are all of the weekly prompts, which will also be posted individually at the start of every week. There are two kinds of prompts intended primarily for writing (one combination of prompts and one single prompt), and one that is intended more for visual art! Please don’t feel obliged to write or draw something for every week, but if you do choose a weekly prompt it would be great if you could post it during that week so that everyone doing that prompt can talk about your work together! <3

During the month itself, you can post all works on AO3 to the Alfreyco Appreciation Month collection, and tag “Alfreyco appreciation month 2023” or “Alfreyco month 2023” on Tumblr so we can see and reblog your works!

I hope you all are as excited for this as I am!! As always, dm me with any questions, thank you so much for sharing and contributing, and I’ll see you all in June!!

Free prompts:

Pining + “red string of fate” trope

Soulmate + reincarnation (“in every lifetime I will find my way back to you”)

Fake AH Crew sparring practice

Friends-to-lovers, person A is a prince and person B is their loyal bodyguard (bonus prompt, there’s an attempt on the prince’s life and they have to figure out who it is)

Wearing each other’s clothes

Investigating a paranormal situation which turns out to be a spirit that’s trying to matchmake them together

Friends-to-lovers, person A stands up for person B to B’s terrible ex-partner when they see how poorly they’re being treated

Hit men/assassins au

Minecraft au [a classic!]

One-shot within a YDYD season (could be Minecraft or Seven Days!)

Hurt/comfort (e.g. sick fic, FAHC post-torture or injury, rescue from a murderous cult…)

Werewolves/shifters/monsters/cryptids

Helping each other escape from being kidnapped or taken as hostages

They’re in space!

They’ve become the MCs in your favorite movie!

They’ve become the MCs in your favorite video game!

Week 1 (June 18 - 24):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: zombie apocalypse au + fluff/sweet moments

        single prompt: person A is a witch/magician looking for their human familiar/assistant, and they unexpectedly encounter person B

Art Prompt: post-apocalypse

Week 2 (June 25 - July 1):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: cowboy/Wild West au + heroic rescue

        single prompt: strangers trapped in a room together for a seemingly unending amount of time (either by violence outside or extreme weather)

Art Prompt: sheriffs or gold prospectors

Week 3 (July 2 - 8): (Red Web’s three-year anniversary is this week!)

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: Red Web actual investigators au + “Run! You have to keep running!”

        single prompt: person A gets kidnapped under mysterious circumstances and person B goes after them (potentially revealing scary/bamf side of them they haven’t shown before)

Art Prompt: inside the Red Web canon! (aka if they actually were the leaders of a mystery-solving taskforce)

Week 4 (July 9 - 15):

Writing Prompts - paired prompts: fantasy au + facing off with the big bad together

        single prompt: person A is easily scared and gets paired with person B to go through a haunted house together Art Prompt: high fantasy archetypes

#any of these can be gen or shippy but i did aim the weekly ones more gen and the free prompts more shippy #just so i don't exclude anyone or make them uncomfortable by making everything shippy ;-; #(but like. lbr most of mine is gonna be shippy lol) #anyway i'm so so excited for this!!!! #thank you to the three people who contributed prompts btw!! it was anonymous so i'm not certain who they are (besides erin ily) #but i appreciate all of you!! #alfreyco #alfreyco appreciation month 2023 #alfreyco month 2023 #rtah #ragehappy #rt writers discord #rt writers community #ah writers #ah fanfiction #ah fanart #red web fanart

[waveridden]

tell me abt crime au!!

i think it would be hard to overstate the amount of deeply questionable fake ah crew stuff that i read and wrote as a young person. (if you are not familiar, fahc is/was the gta let's play series by achievement hunter that spawned a huge universe of deeply inaccurate gang wars and heists. as an adult, let alone as someone who knows things about organized crime, it is all batshit insane and unrealistic, but that's part of the appeal.)

anyways on the macro level i just think it would be fun to slam dunk hermitpires into this setting. you've got all the possible archetypes from fahc. gang rivalry where nobody can tell how serious it is. unhinged explosives experts. kidnappings that end with incredibly dramatic rescues and a bloody enraged person kissing their kidnapped lover on the forehead, something that i'm sure that you, blink marquis, have never considered before in your life. you're welcome.

on the micro level i wrote about this a little once but the overall thought is ranchers (lol surprise) where like. if you assume that hermits and empires are rival gangs in this world, then jimmy and tango are rivals, but they're also probably not the most well-known people. so they meet at a bar or something and have a one night stand as perfect strangers, which turns into a two night stand that turns into fwb and then a relationship that gets blown up as soon as they accidentally discover that they're, y'know, on opposite sides of a major turf war.

the most relevant part of this braindump doc, which i haven't touched in a couple months bc i still don't know the answer, is a bulletpoint that says "is there a happy ending" followed by eight different options

#waveridden.ask #leonstamatis #life tag #i feel like i don't really link my dreamwidth here? i don't use it that often but it's good when i wanna get the wiggles out #there's a lot of silly stuff on there rn. mostly ranchers

[alfryco]

This isnt what you asked for sorry, but idk anyone else who is into AH anymore, but I've been rewatching Camp Betrayal and Michael sitting with his arms protectively around Alfredo and Fiona while Fi comfortingly pats Alfredo's leg has reawakened something in me and now I'm full on back into FAHC, god help me

Aw dude, you can always come to me with anything AH!! I will be happy to talk about it :)) And yes oommgg Camp Betrayal was SO good!! Love that all three of them were the baddies in the end, definitely gives off a good good AH vibe. And welcome back to FAHC!! What a good universe to mess around in!! Enjoy the reawakened feelings, my friend ;3

#hey a question #anonymous #fake ah crew has everyone in its clutches it seems #and i mean can u blame us?? like what a fuckin good au to have #ugh i love it #rtah

[chilipepperconverse]

Ao3 Author tag game!

tagged by my bestie @plushie-sentai <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

19!

2. What is your Ao3 word count?

74,854 holy shit. i hadn't checked it in awhile lmao

3. What fandoms do you write for?

oh all kinds of shit, but rn i'm up to my eyeballs in tokusatsu. i tend to jump from fandom to fandom depending on my current hyperfixations HSKDJGS

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

in the fall we sleep all day (the magnus archives, jonmartin)

the end was soon (the magnus archives, jonmartin)

feeling so alive, feeling something (my hero academia, tododeku)

we both need it to forget this fear (the magnus archives, jonmartin)

if that's what it takes (my hero academia, tododeku)

all of these are like. at least 4 years old LMAO

5. Do you respond to comments?

i always do!!

6. Which of your fics has the angstiest ending?

mmmm depends on your definition i think. if you include canon compliant events its def one of my danganronpa fics (a foreign still or light of the moon) but that feels boring to me SO i might say my most recent fic for kamen rider ex-aid (or just mine tonight) since it ends on kindof a sour note for the characters? im not sure tbh, as much as i love angst in a fic i tend to like happier or ambiguous endings.

7. Which of your fics has the happiest ending?

that's an easy one! my dimension 20: mentopolis fic (whale fall) was written before the finale and was my guess as to what would happen w one of the pairs of characters, and its very sweet and wholesome i think :3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no!

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

i do! i used to be terrified of it, but i think i've gotten better the more i write! i don't hold any bars on what kind of smut i'll write, either-- whatever the characters are workin with, i'll do it!! lmao

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest crossover you've written?

i used to! back when i wrote for achievement hunter i wrote an au where the fake AH crew were killjoys, like from gerard way's comics and the MCR album danger days :p i got uncomfy with RPF as i got older tho so those fics are all lost media now HSJGHJD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! not that i'm aware of anyways lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but if anyone wants to... pleading emoji

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not unless roleplay counts... i used to rp a certain anime with friends mostly as a joke in high school but we did try and write story-format roleplay a few times

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

i don't much care for it or the property anymore bc i've got some bad experiences tied to it, but i think the ship i've gone the most batshit over is probably jonmartin from the magnus archives. right now tho? definitely best match from kamen rider build <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

my magnus archives dnd au (write an anthem worth repeating), for aforementioned reasons of not feeling good about the source material anymore :( a shame bc i thought my writing in that fic was nice

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm pretty good at characterization! i get a lot of comments saying i give good insight into how characters feel which is lovely to hear, bc thats what i like most about writing fanfic!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PACING... AND PLOTS IN GENERAL... why do you think i only write one-shots!! 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't trust myself enough to do it right... i write a lot of fic for japanese media so the most i'll do is use the japanese word for something that can't be translated (names of foods for example)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

god probably warrior cats in like 3rd grade... on Ao3 tho it was achievement hunter, but those are gone like i said earlier </3

20. Favorite fic you've written?

is it cheating if i say my wip?? ;3

i'm gonna tag @meganechan05 bc i cant remember who else im moots with who writes fic but if you see this and wanna do it go ahead n say i tagged you!! :D

#chili got tagged #writing things #shut up chili

[macarensesangles]

idk if ive talked here about the. most of star war au tbh? hard to summarize. rambling incoming

essentially. pfeil was prince of zygerria, but it sucked for numerous reasons (terrible fascist hell culture, abusive family, etc). his mom was physically violent and during one altercation he freaks out and kills her with the dark side of the force. like jsut explodes her. obviously being like 15 he panics and flees the planet as a stowaway on the first ship he can find.

he ends up on this planet I MADE UP <3 called orphan, which is an orphan planet (hence the name). it's home to an imperial shipyard, and in essence it kind of functions like a prison colony and general shunting-off place for Undesirables. nothing grows there, it's all solid ice, its day-night cycle is managed by a big stupid orbital lamp and the ice crystals in the air cause a lot of optical illusions. the overseer lets him stay on the condition that he work, and everyone sort of quietly overlooks the fact that he gives a fake name and doesn't legally exist and the obviousness of like. i mean come on this little zygerrian guy shows up and then a few days later you hear on the news that their prince is missing and his mom is dead? DUH

anyway. orphan sucks, the optical bullshit and isolation and bad safety standards and all cause a LOT of industrial accidents and general malaise. pfeil just kind of absorbs this horrible atmosphere and gets mad about it and mad at the empire and it all sort of festers until someone Else gets into an accident and he's had Enough and steals a ship to go attack the first imperial operation he comes across and hopes he'll just get blown up. instead thrawn grabs him, and he does his typical thing of like "oh hmmm, he might be useful later," and essentially lets him go and leads him to the ghost crew.

i think pfeil meets up with everybody after the shit with maul, so between seasons 2 and 3. obviously kanan doesn't like him bc he's got the most rancid dark side vibes humanly possibly (felinely possible?) but ezra likes him. pfeil gets weird about kanan thinking he's ontologically evil since he's already got massive guilt issues and ocd also. everybody else is some level of cool with him though. he and zeb get along particularly well since they're the least humany of the crew i think, and obviously he has force shit in common with ezra and an interest in art in common with sabine. hera just kind of adopts him

i tend to imagine season 3 is kind of like...he has a lot of soul searching to do about his self destructive/suicidal tendencies and connection to the force and kanan really only makes it worse. i think a lot that pfeil would seek out the bendu and be like OKAY SO YOURE A GREAT AND WISE TEACHER. IM ALL FUCKED UP. HOW DO I STOP BEING FORCE SENSITIVE. and ofc the bendu is like Well you'd have to kill yourself (the living force is part of everyone, you can't not be alive unless you're dead, etc). and pfeil being pfeil takes this to mean "Ah, so i am morally obligated to kill myself then" which. Not what he said

the big battle at atollon is probably his nadir, really. i had been thinking he gets over his whole Thing before then but really his behavior ive written for it suggests he is in fact still up to his usual bullshit. snooping as usual i see. anyway. it is Terribly hopeless for the rebels so i imagine pfeil processes this as like "I can make a difference in the survival of the rebellion. By finally doing the moral thing and CRAZY DYING." and goes out there and fights like an insane scary reckless person until his ship does, in fact, get blown up.

i think this is where there are two sort of possibilities. either way he survives due to the horrible inside of him (dark side of the force). in an au where emet expy polydegmon is emperor, he gets scooped out of space and put in a bacta tank and shit, and there's an uncomfortable captor-captive romance thing that happens and whatever, i still haven't found a way to plot that out in my head to my satisfaction, i never like it. it's not interesting anyway.

the thing that i did this whole big long preamble for is that like. i started thinking "ok but what if i DIDNT replace palpatine with a cuntress. what would happen then." i don't think sheevy palps would scoop pfeil out of the space dirt, honestly. polydegmon initially wants to get in on that because he thinks his dark side echo bullshit might be useful and then falls in love with him and is like oh no oh fuck god dammit, but i think palpatine is too busy being palpatine to take much interest in pfeil, and beyond that i think he'd rather have pfeil be dead than potentially bring another apprentice into the stupid mix bc it's not like pfeil is as cool and badass in the force as luke or anything.

what i'm saying mostly is that i think it would be interesting if maybe in this timeline pfeil was stuck as a pfeilsicle out in space until like. idk. new republic times probably. fry from futurama ass situation

#suicide ment #just in the context of the fiction

[no-gorms]

* post-successful spell break/Thanos defeat/etc, Tony has to be all “ah, so this charm offensive was a ploy all along then? Aha, whelp. I mean it worked, congratulations… uh thanks?” And Steve now has to either

Agree that this was a ploy and he would never attempted to woo Tony back without this motivation (technically true but not the whole story emotionally )

Say no I had no idea I just wanted you back (a lie but emotionally true) OR

Actually, like, use his words and try and convey how Steve felt he had no right to even think in Tony’s direction half the time but he does care and is so sorry and how he did this because of that care and how he still loves Tony and this was the only way he could allow himself to show it, by saving Tony’s life (true and sincere and perhaps outside the scope of Steve’s emotional IQ atm lol)

I assume he TRIES for #3 but ends up conveying #1 or #2 instead by accident before Tony tries stomping off. I dunno if Steve spits out the truth quick enough to stop Tony from leaving or if he has to put on his big boy pants and approach Tony later (thanks to the prodding of his dear friends) with heart in hand, for Tony to take or crush, to explain himself like he’s been avoiding for so many years

Or perhaps it goes a different way all together? Tony ends up saving himself and Steve is left standing there with flowers and a rented Brass Band to serenade Tony like, ah. well. good? good.

(Also, what are some of the ways Steve tries to woo Tony? And does his crew help him out? Do they know Thanos is the fiancé/who Thanos is or are they under the spell and are all, go get your guy Steve! Win back your husband! like rom-com supporting characters? Is Wanda doing WandaVision and is therefore busy/unaware or is this a ploy to keep Steve and co occupied so she can go do post WV bad things?)

* https://www.tumblr.com/no-gorms/721918559380520960/stony-sweet-home-alabama-au-so-like-make-it-post

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(following up on this)

I think it'd be funniest if Steve was alone in being aware of the rom com universe, like not even Wanda knows or cares what's going on, and the rest of their friends would try to help, but within the parameters of the fake reality so their helpfulness can get too intense and cheerful that gives Steve a headache even if their energy can be inspiring as well?

Like by the rules of the universe (and the rules that Steve has cast upon himself) he can indulge in everything he's thought about in passing about but never done in the real world because they're also kind of creepy, so maybe like:

Dropping sketches he's made on napkins and post-its, depicting happy memories of their past when they were together, where Tony can "stumble" upon them;

Sabotaging THANOS by like, slashing his tires and/or ruining his dry cleaning and/or giving his PA (the Maw in a suit) the wrong info so he misses a date with Tony, which allows Steve to "coincidentally" swoop in at the same restaurant like hey, how about that;

When they're walking together in a park or something Steve falls into the lake like haha, oh look he forgot to wear an undershirt and his cotton thing is all see-through now, isn't that funny.....

HUGE romantic gesture like he sends Tony on a merry scavenger hunt that ends overlooking some huge public place where Steve has painted a mural with words that Declare His Feelings and just as Tony arrives (thanks to the others helping out) there's the brass brand and a choir and and fireworks ad nauseam

So like, although all these things may have worked within the rom com universe, but once the spell is broken (I kinda like your suggestion that Tony saves himself) Tony shakes himself off and is like... Rogers, haha that was actually really over-the-top, good thing that was just Wanda's reality warping your brain like -- wait, what? You were conscious the whole time and did that of your own free will? And Tony does a massive side-eye while Steve's stomach sinks like, oh.....

#scaramouche answers asks #anonymous #superhusbands for ts