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skzooe · 1 year

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i absolutely love the lipstick stain trend!

i need a part 3 with junhyeon in it, pretty pleasee

you are doing great, keep up the good work! :)

lipstick stain trend,,💌 p.3

BOYS PLANET

p.1 p.2 p.3

with; taerae, keita, kamden, gyuvin, junhyeon, matthew

[note;; i waffled towards the end bc i ran outa ideas but not sure if this is still in trend so sorry for the wait!! ❣️]

for those who don't know 💋💋💋

taerae;

such a romantic guy

will place roses and candles around you to "set the mood" of the video

HE'S SO EXTRA I LOVE HIM

"waitwait, we need more flowers"

a perfectionist fr

he's so into it as you place kiss marks on his face

you can just tell how he's trying to hide his huge smile

honestly fighting the urge to kiss you back

he couldn't help it, so he ran his thumb across your stained red lips, holding your hips for support

turns into a LONG ASS makeout sesh

you both pull away and hes just staring at you with love in his eyes and just smiles so beautifully 😭

“i could spend the whole day doing just this.”

(promoting my taerae picnic date fic bc why not🤷‍♀️)

keita;

when you show him the video he gets SO SMILEY

his smile literally lights up the whole room its so cute

how could he say no

when you cup his face and start kissing him he literally WONT STOP SMILING

"your lips are so soft"

he loves it too much that he starts giggling like a girl uncontrollably

when you finish the video he just blurts out the most random things

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"

"I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU"

is he drunk???????

tight cuddles and kisses straight after bc he's just like that

kamden;

we already know how kamden is

he's an average user on tiktok so he might know about it already

so when you ask him he's just like: 🙂🧍‍♂️

he doesn't really mind since he's down for anything with you

"im down"

he just sits there in silence as you pepper kisses on his face

he doesn't really make eye contact with you because he's SO SHYY

when you start giving kisses on his neck, he gets so flustered and his ears turn red

he didn't want you to see how red he was, so he pulled you in and cuddled you as tight as he could on his chest

you noticed his ears which you found adorable

"you're so cute when you're flustered"

"you make me lose control."

(honestly got me kicking my feet while writing this icl)

gyuvin;

sooooo clingy

physical touch king

would do ANYTHING to spend more time w you

"do you-"

"YES."

dawg im not done talking?????

while you put on the lipstick you picked out, gyuvin is just laying on your lap playing with the strings of your hoodie

istg he's never separating from you

cup his cheeks and he will MELTT

you try to kiss his cheek, but he swerves his lips onto yours 🤧

he thought he was so slick with it

"i really, really want to kiss you again"

as you're about to lay kisses on his cheek, he pulls you close and places his lips onto yours

only bc he just cant get enough of your touch

goes on for ageeeessss

you both pull out with heavy breaths, looking so flushed and dizzy with pink cheeks

he has smudged lipstick all over his mouth which you find so cute

he just chuckles

"you got lipstick all over me"

junhyeon;

you're sat on the counter of the kitchen as junhyeon heats up his food

you stumble across a video of the trend which you found soo cute

you show him and he is just so goofy and confident about it🤧

"do you wanna do this?"

"SAY LESS"

you get the lipstick from your bag and apply it to your lips while he approaches you

he's hovering over you with hands on the counter, each on your sides

as you're kissing his face, you accidentally smudge one which makes him whinee

"i think i deserve a kiss."

he's smirking sooo slyly

he puts his hand on your waist as he pulled in close

you're both lost in the moment as he says

"i wanted to do this so damn bad"

(the food hello??????)

matthew;

you're both snuggled up on the couch watching tiktoks together when you both come across this trend you wanted to try out

matthew rushes to get your lipstick because he's so committed to helping you

he's so sweet about it that he won't stop asking questions

"is this colour okay?"

"does my outfit look good?"

"should i fix the lighting?"

you tug on his collar to apply the lipstick onto his face

which makes him sooo shy and cute

his ears automatically turn red in which he tries to hide with a smile

as you film the video, he just looks at you with a huge smile

"you look heavenly."

literally cant take your eyes off you

the comments go WILDD

💬: find me a man that looks at me like that

💬: HE'S INLOVE

mattew will treasure that video FOREVER

shares it to everyone he knows. his friends, his family, EVERYONE

"was that okay? i'd love to do that again"

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greycloudsinwinter · 7 hours

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Hiiii can you pls pls pls write a fic for Colin bridgerton?🤗💛💛

YANDERE COLIN BRIDGERTON x READER

🕊️ Colin most likely met you at a ball or through his sisters or maybe even his mother.

🕊️he was put off by marriage after what happened to him but after seeing you it’s all he can think of .

🕊️he love’s everything about you but he’s a worshipper yandere anything you give him or leave him ends up in the corner we’re his shrine for you is. He will right HUNDREDS of love letters for you but never sends them because he is to shy and he thought it would be more romantic after your marriage.

🕊️buys you flowers every time you have agreed to meet him or your coming to see his sisters.

🕊️tells Anthony he will die with out you and uses his brothers privilege of being viscount to make your parents agree to the marriage. Daphne may try and help save you from Colin but she can’t do much because Colin will twist the story to other people . Like you seduced him and now he had to marry you because you will never wed otherwise.

🕊️buys a cute little house for you with an indoor garden so there’s no reason for you to go out side .

🕊️all your needs will be met you just have to tell him what you want (Plus give him lots of attention).

🕊️your wedding will be huge even the queen got invited she might of come briefly who knows 🤷‍♀️.

🕊️he wants the perfect life of coming home to you and children running around him . Don’t worry though if you can’t have kids he will go find someone with a newborn that can’t look after it and happily take it in claiming it as his own child.

🕊️with his rivials he is prepared to get down and dirty either challenging them to duels or disposing of them when know one is around.

🕊️his mother is very very happy that Colin married. She knows that Colin always dreamed of finding the perfect spouse and settling down.

🕊️he knows marriage is a big change and that’s why your acting out (delusional!!!).

🕊️he isn’t the worst yandere but he definitely isn’t the best he gets jealous and possessive quick and he isn’t against killing people to get what he wants .

Thank you so much for this request ❤️❤️

#yandere bridgerton #bridgerton #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #obsessed #obsessive love #actually obsessive #colin bridgerton #colin x reader #yandere husband

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justdecentshawty · 9 months

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At the end of the day.

You’re the only daughter of a noble family, and get introduced to your future husband for the first time.

My first time uploading something I wrote I think this might be a series I write for fun 🤷‍♀️ updates should come every few days.

Warnings: brief mention of death in childbirth, death(kind of)

Thanks for reading :) sorry for it being so short

Word count: 300?

Your mother had been a kind woman. Known for her grace and looks. She had given birth to three children before you, all boys. During your mother’s pregnancy with her last child, you.

She got sick, deathly sick. To the point, she could barely get around. it seemed as if her condition came out of nowhere. They tried everything to help her, but inevitably she died giving birth to you. Her body couldn’t take it anymore. It was a painful way to go out.

After your mother's death, your father vowed to never love another woman. That ended with you being the only daughter of your noble family.

You were your family’s pride and joy. You ended up looking exactly like her. Being the last bit they had left of your mother they cherished you. When you finally turned 16, your brothers spent weeks trying to find a “worthy” husband for you before your father shut them down.

Unbeknownst to you, your hand had already been promised years before, to a man named Diluc Ragnvindr . Diluc’s father was a close friend of your father. Yet you hadn’t met your soon-to-be husband.

Time passes slowly as the day you’re meant to meet your husband comes closer. You know nothing of the man you are going to be married to. Frustrated you walk into your fathers room.

“Father, why haven’t I met the man I’m supposed to be married to? You and his father are close, are you not?” You say to your father with a questioning look, crossing your arms over your chest. As of now, your father finds himself buried in paperwork. He lets out a sigh before speaking in a slightly annoyed tone. “We thought it was best for you two not to know each other.”

You let out a huff before exiting your father's office, shutting the door behind you, As you walk back to your bedroom. As you wander the halls you begin to wonder about tomorrow, and what kind of man you’ll marry, And as you close your eyes. You fall asleep, dreaming about the possibilities with a smile on your face.

You wake up in great spirits. You put on your nicest dress and look at yourself in the mirror before leaving your room. You were finally going to meet him.

You glare at him from across the table putting the pen down. “How in anyway would this benefit me.”

#genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #fantasy #arranged marriage

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mydarlingdahlia · 11 months

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*bangs fist on desk*

APPRECIATION TIME🗣️‼️

💝

Just thought I’d give a little shoutout to some of my mooties/some of my fav people ☺️

@meowzfordayz is literally an angel omg when I sent her an emergency request it went way above my expectations. (The OP writing skills? HELLO???) Also she’s so friendly omg like high key- MARRY ME 😩 /p

@xxsabitoxx is fucking hilarious. Her writing makes me giggle and twirl my hair and (sometimes) throw my phone across the room like I’m reading 2018 omega wattpad smut. Also she’s a bad bitch 😤 (love the thigh tat btw) and I would fight anyone on sight for her

@muzanswaifu literally makes me leap to my phone/laptop when I get a notification. Also watching you and May interact is fucking hilarious. AND YOU PROTECTED ME FROM AN ANON THAT WAS HARASSING ME??? Adopt me please

@bunny-n3zuk0 is one of the sweetest people I’ve met. Makes me physically and mentally smile whenever you interact with me. Like- how do I put it- (MARRY ME JULIET YOULL NEVER HAVE TO BE ALONE🎶)

@tomiokas-lunchbox is literally on my top ten kin list. I’m dead serious. (GIYUU STANS WHERR YALL AT??) also like everyone else needs to convert to Sanegiyuuism or else I’ll sacrifice you to my closet that needs cleaning

@renhoeku is…how do I put it? Amazing? Absolutely lovely? A fellow rengoku stan whom I want to marry who I want to be besties with? We can like simp for Rengoku together and like have tea and just read smut abt him like I’m down if you are

@akaza-dono-the-basketball is one of my lovely moots, who I adore interacting with. I mean just scrolling through your page at least once a day makes the sun shine a tad brighter. I literally have no words to explain my appreciation- so- 💖❣️💞💘💝💗❣️🩷

@pammyjammy117 was probably the reason I got the courage to make my own Demon Slayer OC. (ALL HAIL ENŪMA🛐) I love going on their live streams on TikTok, and I am absolutely in love with your OC. (I’m working on the Enūma and Monsterverse Kyo smut I promise 😔)

@thatonegenshinsimp is one of my lovely Genshin moots. ☺️ Got me going feral over Itto I swear to mf Jehovah himself after reading your writing I wish I could go back to like those old Gacha days and like be in one of those “whatever you say comes to life” vids so I could bring my bbg to life (and proceed to turn into the loud house)

@sweet-honey-fruit is one of my favorite writers for Genshin Impact characters! Omg that m’fing poll…I’m still going feral over it oml. 😭 Cant wait to see the finished product!! I’ll try to be like somewhat patient 🤷‍♀️

@moraxsthrone is literally so fucking talented. The way you write Zhongli makes me quiver in my boots (and makes something else quiver) Got me up at 2am in an iPad kid position with my horrid posture just scrolling through your page

@yeahitzally is also a literal angel. WHY ARE YOU SO NICE TO ME 😩. Lemme just- 🌹🌸💐💐🌺🌷🌻🪷🪻 Flowers for you my darling. :) I’m grateful to have you as a lovely moot. ^^ MWAH 😘

@peachdues is so talented that I almost didn’t believe it at first. Like okay Shakespeare you ate that! 💅 No but being fr your writing is so good like I’m jealous at this point. 🥲 (also a fellow Sanemi simp I SEE YOU 😏) Oh and if I’m bothering you too much just tell me 🫠

@knyesplease is one of my many lovely KNY mutuals. (Also shoutout to them go support their works!!) I love love love interacting with them, and I can’t wait to get to know them more! Also, thanks for being willing to help me out on my big KNY project. :)

Please DM me please and very much thank you if you want to be featured in this appreciation post. :) Always willing to add someone I may have missed. (But, keep in mind, if we’ve only interacted a handful of times like maybe once or twice, I might not add you.) Also this post was inspired by Meowz!

That’s all! Charlotte out.

#appreciation #appreciation post #mutuals #my faves #all of y’all are so lovely Omg #I want some of y’all to marry me/hj

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ofallthingsnasty · 6 months

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Omg that new capture kill post was amazing! well worth the wait😫😫😍Bill is the worst lmao

I mean considering the circumstances of this relationship, it could be a way worse situation for the reader. But I could just feel the reader's frustration with her life in the writing. She's so bitter about it all ( understandable lol) but she can't escape from this prison that Bill has made for her because he's a damn werewolf that will track her down no matter where she goes💀💀💀 And now that she already has a kid, along with Bill actively trying to knock her up again....yeah the 'JuST DivORCE HIm' advice isn't going to cut it🙃🙃

And jeez Bill is such a deadbeat lol Does he actually help out at all with the housework and looking after their daughter? I can just imagine the poor reader later on pregnant AGAIN and with one kid tied to her back, another in her arms, and little Claire throwing a tantrum in the corner, and the reader just begging Bill to please help her make dinner😭😭😭 And Bill just laying on the couch smoking a cigarette going 'nah you got this babe, but we can fuck after you put the kids to bed😘' ughhhhh what a jerk💀💀💀💀

Out of all the men you have written about, I honestly thought that local nasty man Micah Bell would be winning the award for worst husband/father of the year🏆But he's got some serious competition lmaooo😭🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ because from your posts at least Micah does the reader the one favor of pissing off for a couple weeks/months and leaving her in peace. So I honestly don't know who is worse out of the two yikes haha. And Evan? Sure he would be a pretty good dad, but with the trade off that the reader is never allowed to leave the basement...ever...soo🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Sorry about the long rant😅 your fics just vibe with my brain so much💖💖

😭💕 Oh my god please never ever ever apologize for ranting in my inbox, there is no such thing!! I'm beyond stoked that someone thinks that deeply about my silly little creations 😭 And I'm glad it was worth the wait for you!! Some days I can only write 200 words because I have so little time, which complicates things so much, ack

I mean considering the circumstances of this relationship, it could be a way worse situation for the reader.

That's true, haha - if you tried to pull these little stunts with Evan, you'd lose 'talking privilege' quicker than you can say fuck off. Bill is really only that lenient because he knows you can't leave (and because it's hot to get you all riled up and then take you down a peg or two). He isn't delusional, either - he knows full-well that what he's done is fucked up but why should he care again? You're his cute (sometimes hissy) little wife, you cook, clean, take care of his children - and he can fuck you whenever he wants to, because what you're gonna do? Fucking nothing, that's right.

He has his silly little 'old man' insecurities because you're a bit younger than him and can get quite jealous, but that's remedied with making you stink of him. Easy.

And jeez Bill is such a deadbeat lol Does he actually help out at all with the housework and looking after their daughter?

With housework? Oh no, never 😭

With Claire? Kind of? He takes Claire off your hands once in a while - his secret weapon is his mother, who is a rather lovely lady, actually. That woman pities you so much, she'll even let your (future) three kids dance on her back if it means that you can catch your breath here and there. He does more with his sons than with Claire - but only to bully them into becoming "real men" (😢). He's such a fucking asshole, I'm making myself mad over here lol (Also you're spot-on with that scenario, that is him to a T 😭)

💀😂 hfdjfhdsjk - Micah might leave you and the kids for weeks at a time but your finances are a DISASTER. Bill isn't the richest man in the world, either, but at least he has a stable income and with the exception for cigarettes, he actually doesn't spend much money on himself. Every penny goes to the kids, then you - he has at least a little bit of honor. (And tbh I pictured the reader-character as at least a part-time worker - as long as it's feasible, of course. I heard childcare is expensive asf in the US.) Sorry, Bill - you only get second place 😭

(Also Evan is actually a super involved, very loving father. Considering that you're never leaving the house unsupervised, that man shoulders everything. But he does it with glee. He loves his little boy. He's just an absolute freak of a husband 😭😂)

Thank you so much for this sweet ask!! You made me think of the logistics of this way way deeper than I ever thought I would lmao

#ask #anon #capture kill #OC: Bill

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deafeningsheeppoetry · 9 months

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Metamorphosis

Luke Skywalker x reader

Synopsis: Luke recalls his childhood memories.

Word count: 2k

Content warning: do not read if you have Entomophobia (fear of bugs)

Months before the kenobi show

"they look weird.." Luke mumbled as he tried not to hurt your feelings with his words

"is it because of their legs? Millipedes are like that" you explained to him as your pet millipede crawled around your wrist and hands.

"ye-yeah..maybe that" luke mumbled as he shivered,he felt like the millipede was crawling in his skin and he wanted to frantically scratch his skin at the thought of it

"they don't harm you or anything like that, they don't bite so you don't have to worry" your voice was barely a whisper at this point as he watched you put all of your attention on your pet,he was quite jealous as he wanted your attention to be on him at all times,he was your friend after all

"yeah.. but it's legs" luke mumbled as he put his knees right in front of him "too creepy..i can almost feel it's legs crawling on my skin" and as he said that he saw you perked up

"do you wanna hold it?" You asked him as you shoved your hands (which still has your pet crawling on your fingers) right in his face.

"what?! No!" Luke said as he quickly moved slightly away from you, you only nodded in response as you continued playing with the millepede as you lightly brushed your fingers around it's moving body

"i can understand, nobody really likes it when hundreds of legs are crawling on your arms" you said as you placed your millipede down your lap, Luke watched you as he silently admiring your beauty before snapping out of his trance

"that's not really helping with your description of how it feels" luke grumbled as he hugged himself as he tried to get the feeling out of his head

"right, sorry" you answered as you put your pet on it's cage now

"wanna play now?" You asked him as you stood up before dusting off the sand off your body, Luke nodded as well as he stood up quickly as you both ran off and went to play with whatever tatooine has given you today

ossus

"dear, stop picking up every animal or insect that you see.." Luke mumbled as he tried to get your hands away from the pond as its fishes swam away frantically from your hands

"why not? That fish looks cute" you mumbled as you tried to touch the fish again, Luke quickly intervened as he took your hands and held it between his fingers

"don't,it might be poisonous" luke warned you again, after all these years, you never changed, you were still the quiet person that he knew, you still took interest in animals and insects and you still favored reading and writing rather than action.

"no it's not, I've learned a species slightly similar to this" you answered back to him stubbornly,luke sighed as i softly cupped your cheeks

"similar does not mean the same thing dear" luke spoke softly , though you could only sigh in defeat again as he won over you again

"now let's get up and eat lunch, i made your favorite food" Luke said as you both stood up, luke didn't let go of your arms as he held them firmly against him

"can you at least use the force to take it ou-"

"no" Luke quickly cut you off as he knew that the animals in ossus were poisonous and he did not want you tampering with it "poison is poison, I'll give you another butterfly to preserve though" Luke added as he looked back at you

"ok that might actually work.." you mumbled as you both walked side by side towards his jedi academy

"can i feed grogu though?" You asked again, Luke looked at you in suspicion before nodding "i hope you're doing it to actually help me" Luke mumbled quietly to himself as he watched smile in success which only led him to chuckle on your behavior

Quite happy that I actually wrote something,wow ok, anyways ignore the lazy writing on this one 😾 i was super bored so i wrote something today 🤷‍♀️ (not really something i do but ok!) Anyways don't be surprised if i don't post anything again 😽

Also heleana isn't a face claim or anything 😿 I'm just demonstrating on what you're doing (the English just went out of my head help???)

Also idk where Luke's jedi academy is located so I searched it up and it came back up and it said ossus (??) Anyways inform me if I'm wrong lol

#luke skywalker #fanfiction #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker fluff #pre-anh #young luke skywalker #star wars fanfiction #pre-kenobi series

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quarantineddreamer · 6 months

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ok i have to know; what's nonsense ghfdjsk

nonsense is my first ever attempt at a modern au. It started out as just 'shake the rust loose no pressure' writing and then I found myself 10k deep and loving it lol. (I've been thinking about adapting it to be like a holidays-esque story buuut tbd)

Anyways! snippet of nonsense (aka roadtrip au) below and cont'd below the cut 🤷‍♀️

She glanced down at her worn and dirt-stained converse high-tops, perfect for her shifts at the pub or a day of travel. Hardly the right shoes to walk to London in, nevermind the risk hiking around on the dark road posed. The stranger approached the Fiat and lifted his bag into the trunk, the car groaning in complaint as the weight of the luggage settled. He paused, hand still resting on the open trunk, and looked over at her. “Look, I was trying not to embarrass you, but… I saw what happened back in the terminal. With you and that guy.” Jyn lifted her chin defiantly, crossed her arms. “So?” “So, I know that car,” he tilted his head towards the Ford, “isn’t yours.” “What does it matter to you?” she muttered, but her voice lacked the bite she’d intended, something inside her softening tentatively at the expression on the man’s face. “You told him you needed to get to London.” Jyn stared, carefully-controlling her expression so that it would offer neither denial or confirmation to his remark. “I’m, uh, I’m headed to London. If you wanted a ride…”

A ride? For over 8 hours? With a complete stranger?

It spoke to the direness of her situation that she was even considering it. She wasn’t quite sure what it said about him that he was even offering in the first place. Either that he was someone capable of exceptional kindness, or…

He looked to be about her age, maybe slightly older–it was hard to tell for sure considering the low light and neatly-kept beard shadowing his face. No suit for him, he was dressed in black jeans and a dark-green flannel over a simple, white t-shirt. A single strand of his dark hair was out of place, balancing across his forehead. He was put together, but not in an overly vain way, and his relaxed, easy posture only seemed to emphasize the sincerity she sensed in him.

He didn’t seem threatening, didn’t seem snobbish, he seemed…normal. Nice.

(Some might even say handsome, but she shoved that thought from her mind as quickly as it entered.)

“What do I owe you in return if I say yes?” Jyn asked carefully.

He shrugged. “Be my co-pilot. Help with directions, queue music.”

“Keep you from driving on the wrong side of the road,” she added under her breath.

“Ah,” he gave a short, good-natured laugh, “you noticed I’m not local? What gave it away?”

Jyn winced and added ridiculously-good hearing to the list of very few things she knew about this man, which didn’t yet include… “Yeah, I noticed,…?”

“Cassian,” he extended his hand towards her. “And you’re?”

She slowly accepted his hand, gave it a loose shake. “I’m Jyn.”

“Do you want to put your things in the trunk, Jyn?” he asked, making room for her to approach the back of the Fiat.

She let her pack slide from her shoulders, dangled it from her wrist by one ragged strap and went no further. Instead, she regarded him warily. “How do I know I can trust you?”

His brow furrowed for a moment. “You don’t. How do I know I can trust you?”

“That’s different and you know it,” Jyn retorted, indicating the height difference alone between them.

“I saw what you did to that guy in there,” he said, lips tilting upwards, “I’m probably the one who should be worried.”

“Well…” It wasn’t like she had an abundance of other options to choose from, and all the while the clock was ticking. Jyn swung her bag into the trunk, “I suppose trust goes both ways.”

#thanks for the ask friend <3 #ask b anything #inbox open for more questions about WIPs :)

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starlightbelle · 6 months

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7, 12

Oooh, yay! Thanks for asking; I’m gonna have fun with this one! 😃

7. One DC death you’d like to make permanent — or alternatively, one you’d erase so it never happened?

Hmmm…tough one. I’m not usually a fan of permanent character deaths tbh. Especially with my faves. But even with other characters like…they’re someone’s fave, y’know?

I guess maybe I’d say Solomon Grundy?? Granted my only exposure to him has been in JLU but I was so…bored?? I’m not a fan of the “giant hulking characters who no speak good” trope. So I guess I’d write him out 🤷‍♀️ Sorry that’s the only thing that comes to mind rn

It’s definitely not Jason. That’s who it’s not

Although the “death by fan-vote” is kinda a crummy thing, at this point in the narrative it is kinda fascinating having him brought back. It has evolved to be synonymous with his character so I don’t know whether or not I’d erase his death from comics canon. The storytelling potential is too immense 😅

Last-minute addition:

Oh! I’d make it so that Aquababy (Artur) never dies. Killing him off is dumb and I hate it, so I’m reversing it.

12. Pick up to 7 characters to star in a Teen Titans ongoing (any era or generation you like). What tone do you envision for this series?

Okay I pondered this and I think I found a lineup I’m comfortable with:

Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Koriand’r/Starfire

Wally West/ Kid Flash

Donna Troy/ Troia

Artemis Crock/ Artemis

Jaime Reyes/ Blue Beetle

Jason Todd/ (??)😉

Dick, Kori, and Wally I knew immediately. My dream team is not complete without these three. Donna has been left out of so much for far too long, and she’s Dick’s other best friend, and I just like her character.

After that it becomes a bit dicey because I have to narrow it down to seven…

I elected to have Artemis (Crock) with her YJ-characterization. I like her in the show and she’d fill the archer role since (sorry, don’t hate me) I’m not making Roy a draft pick, lol. Plus she and Wally are great together and I like her friendship with Dick.

I’m putting Cyborg on the Justice League, so he won’t be a member of the Titans. Having Garfield without Vic feels off somehow, and having Raven without BB also feels off. I like Jaime so that could be fun, plus I liked the idea of him and Kori being on a Team together (since she showed up in his comics run recently).

My last pick…might be unexpected?

I feel like most of the run would center mostly on these six. With a side-plot-turned-main-plot tying in another antagonistic figure (Red X/Red Hood) who ends up being Jason Todd. In the end of the first arc, Jason ends up joining the Team (he maintains that he works alone, yadda yadda…but he definitely joined the team 😅)

I’ll ramble a little more under the cut. I have more thoughts but don’t want this post to be too long so I’ll abbreviate it here 😁

The tone would probably be somewhere between the Young Justice and Teen Titans cartoons. I’m a big fan of YJ’s first season especially. I also like the anime influences TT had.

Maybe something similar in tone to My Hero Academia? It can be lighthearted at times but isn’t pulling its punches when it comes to the action/storytelling aspects.

I’m giving this run the “Titans” title since I don’t envision this being a teenagers story. They’re probably mostly young adults.

Dick has been friends with Wally and Donna for a long while already. Maybe Kori at the point has been on Earth for a couple years? Artemis has been close with Dick and Wally especially for several years. Jaime is the last to join the Team (until Jason) which feeds his insecurities at times. Kori is more than eager to help him through those feelings (which is how their friendship blooms)

All-in-all, I want this to be a very close knit group. I’ve always liked the idea of Kori and Wally being friends too, and Donna is canonically one of her best friends, too.

It would probably be a largely urban setting, as only one (arguably, two?) of these characters is not native to that landscape.

I think other settings could be possible at some point, teaming up with someone from Atlantis, for example. (Part of the reason why I didn’t choose an Atlantean to begin with was I was torn between classic Garth or YJ Kaldur)

Anyway this was fun!! Thanks for asking! 😅

#my post #ramblings #dc #titans #teen titans #asks #ask

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theflagscene · 1 year

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @khaotunq 🫶🫶

Are you named after anyone? - Nope, I was actually named something else until I was born when I came out the wrong gender (they thought I was boy, scans weren’t great in the 80’s lol) So I was nameless for the first couple weeks of my life until my aunt named me, she thought the name she chose matched my sister’s name well, said we sounded like sisters.

When was the last time you cried? - Like six hours ago lol, I had an anxiety attack which usually involves some tears.

Do you have kids? - Nope, I cannot medically have children. If I did manage to get pregnant by some miracle, there’s a good chance I could die ☠️

Do you use sarcasm a lot? - According to medical professionals, I apparently use it as a coping mechanism lol!

What spots do you play/have played? - I haven’t played a sport since I was in school, ngl. I was on the girl’s travel soccer team and the shot put team. I also did gymnastics, swam and ice skated. I was big into BMX biking when I was a pre-teen too, it was a 90’s, that was super cool at the time.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? - Height, eyes, lips, hands.

What’s your eye colour? - Dark dark brown, my eyes look black indoors and nearly gold in direct sunlight.

Scary movies or happy endings? - I enjoy scary movies more than anything, but I do tend to write happy endings. So… both 🤷‍♀️

Any special talents - I mean, I have one that tends to be a party trick that people want to see when they find out about it. I have zero gag reflex, no it’s not suppressed, no I don’t have to work past it, it’s just legit not there. I’ve had doctors look at me in shock when they basically stick their hand down my throat and I don’t blink an eye lol. @kellanwrites once watched me put an entire banana down my throat without even breaking eye contact 😉

Where were you born? - Ontario, Canada.

What are your hobbies? - Reading, crocheting, writing, baking, nail art, colouring, video games, sitting around and doing nothing while waiting for the cold hand of death to grip me and drag me away… too dark? That might have gotten too dark, sorry about that.

Do you have any pets? - A dog, a rabbit, and guinea pig and four cats.

How tall are you? - I’m 5’8, which is very tall for someone who’s AFAB, although I am one of the shorter females in my family, shockingly lol. My older sister is 5’11 and my mother is 6’ tall.

Favourite subject at school - English, science, art, music and history.

Dream job - Something where I wouldn’t have to interact with anyone, like stacking books or shelves in the back of a store. Counting out pills in a pharmacy, just a job where I could count/stack/arrange things quietly away from people. Maybe working in an archive of some sort 🤔

Oh no, help me, I need to see if I have 15 mutuals now lol!!! Sorry if you’ve already been tagged in this, feel free to ignore me and as always, there’s no pressure to play along 💖

@neo-neos @hearts-burden @tiistirtipii @alan-apologist @vampetal @sparklyeyedhimbo @fanfictionroxs @negrowhat @hermioneismyrealname @grace-of-creation @thewarpeffect @lotus-soup-pot @oh-goodness-loki @deliveryghibli @absolutelyarealperson

#tag game #15 questions 15 mutuals

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mimi-cee-hq · 2 years

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Okay okay thanks so much mimi TuT so... i will have my birthday this week and i'm going to past 20... then it comes to mind that in the past 1 year i have not any achievement that really worth ..and also that looks like i let my parents down.

I even have set myself many targets. Doing good at my uni, and then having a clear path to work. But i felt i haven't achieved any of that. Those things makes me scared to go home this week because i know my mom gonna congrulate my birthday and that reminds me even more of my failure :( So uh, mimi do you have any advice for this confused 20+1 adult-kid? ☹

(ah ha... This got long because I guess this is a topic that I had to learn so I actually had more than I thought I'd say. I did restrain myself, but it was still long, so there a read more break lol)

First of all, happy birthday!!! (Whenever it happened :D)

As for the rest of your ask, it's really common to not meet your targets! When we make plans, we often don't make realistic ones. Also, life happens and there's a lot we can't control. But I understand how discouraging it can be to not be able to accomplish what you want to do. If you want more practical advice on setting goals, I know there are a lot of books and articles out there to help you. Things like setting goals that are realistic, measurable, etc. (I'm personally not a goal setter myself because I get too discouraged lolll. So I can't really point you to specific resources, but maybe you can ask around or research it.)

Also, maybe think again if you really didn't accomplish anything. If you remember something you did, try writing it down. It's really easy to forget what we've actually done. And also check to make sure you're not feeling like this because you're comparing yourself to other people. :)

Another thing. You might have actually been lazy the past year and you're feeling the effects of that. 🤷‍♀️ I'm just being real because that happens to me too. However, I didn't get that impression from your ask. You ultimately know better than I do. But regardless of whether or not you've actually failed, your failures don't define who you are. :)

(So this is the part where I talk about my faith because that's just who I am lol.)

When I was younger, I placed a lot of pressure on myself to please my parents and to not disappoint them. That's where I put my self-worth. But when the things about God finally got through to me, it changed me. For example, the fact that Jesus loved me despite fully knowing all of my sins, weaknesses and failures changed how I viewed myself. He knows all the bad things I did that I don't even know myself, so I'm probably worse than I think I am lolll. But God, who is righteous, holy, and is totally justified to punish me for my sins, made a way for us to be reconciled because He loves me! (I feel like I'm rambling now but I guess I like talking about this when people are willing to hear it. 😅)

Basically, when I remember these things (and I often forget 🤦‍♀️), I'm not so focused on what I didn't accomplish anymore because God knows all of that and still loves me. And if God loves me despite all of that, what I think or what my parents think doesn't matter as much. It changes my perspective. :)

I also learned (and am continuing to learn) how to work hard and just leave the results to God, but I feel like that's getting into a slightly different topic. I might begin to ramble about my university years if I start now. lolll.

I hope that helped you in some way! I feel like I said a lot, so I hope you got at least something from all of that. And thank you for sending this ask because I need to take my own advice too. I'm in a different stages of life now but the same principles apply. :)

#mimi answers #anon #christian things

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fangirlshrieks · 3 years

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The Wrong Version Part 3

a/n: I feel like this is the same thing as Spring Break. Whatever 🤷‍♀️. Y'all college is starting and I might not write for a while. I wish I could write more but I'm a stem major and I just know ochem is gonna kick my ass. Anyway I think part 4 will be the last part but idk.

Update: Forgot to mention that I totally copied that one scene from Atonement. That one bit with "anatomical." Part 4 is coming up next.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 4,235

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x dom!reader

Warnings: fluff! that turns into smut!, Innuendoes, sub!Neville, dom!reader, soft!dom, shy!Neville

Summary: Neville had finally gotten the courage to tell you how he feels with a little help from his friends. He has written everything he has ever wanted to tell you in the form of a letter. What happens when the real letter gets mixed up with a more provocative letter that you were never meant to see?

Neville exited his last class of the day with a worried look on his face. He had been dreading when his last class would end and he would have to talk to you and see if you returned his feelings for you. He had been sweating all day with nervousness and felt like he needed to change into new clothes before he went to find you so he returned to his dorm to change.

He quickly found a clean button up and sweater vest to put on and changed out of his school uniform. Then he went looking through his drawers to find more casual pants than his slacks. As he was looking through his drawers he thought he should put some cologne on and maybe fix his hair just a bit. He needed to at least feel a bit confident in himself if you turned him down, which he felt was a high possibility. After combing his hair and spritzing himself with a bottle of cologne that his grandmother gave him, he returned to look for a nice pair of pants. As he opened the drawer of his dresser he found a pair and put them on.

Looking at himself in the mirror one more time before he left, he noticed the top drawer of his nightstand was not closed all the way. He must have forgotten to close it properly in his rush to get ready in the morning. He went to close it but then he saw the folded parchment with the scandalous scene written on it resting right on top of a pile of knick-knacks. He smiled to himself and grabbed the letter. He decided to read it one last time before he threw it away forever and let his secret die with him.

He took the paper and unfolded it. As he read the letter, his eyes widened and his mouth slowly gaped open. In that second his heart stopped. The color from his face had faded and was now pale as ice. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. His fingers seemed to give out as the letter fell back into his drawer. The realization hit him that the letter he was reading was supposed to be the letter you were supposed to have received. And if that letter was still in his drawer then the one he put in the envelope was…

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" He cried out as he curled himself into a ball on his bed.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. This cannot be happening." Hyperventilating now he sat up. He rocked himself back and forth in the fetal position to calm himself down as a few tears escaped his eyes.

"I'm dead. I'm so dead."

This was a complete nightmare. How could he ever face you again? His life was completely over and all he wanted to do was crawl into a cave somewhere and hide there forever. Of course something like this would happen to him. He just couldn't catch a break. It was already a big risk confessing his feelings for you but now he put his whole life at jeopardy by giving you the wrong letter. He was certain you would kill him on the spot when you saw him.

'Why didn't I throw that stupid letter away when I had the chance.' He face-palmed himself in agony.

He needed to get that letter back before you had the chance to read. That is if you haven't already read it. He remembered that Luna said she would give you the letter at the end of the day, so he hoped you hadn't had the chance to read it. Then there was the possibility that Luna might have forgotten to give you the letter, having her mind preoccupied with whatever interested her that day. He really hoped Luna forgot to give you his letter.

As terrified as he was to leave his dorm room he went to go look for you. He first made his way to your last class, which was History of Magic. There were a couple of lingering students in the classroom as he entered the room. He didn't see you. He visibly panicked and some of the students stared at him in confusion but didn't say anything. He decided to leave. As he walked out he saw Hermione walking in the hall while reading a book. He knew Hermione shared the same class as you and he walked up to her.

"Hermione, did you happen to see Y/N for History of Magic?" He was hyperventilating again and Hermione looked worried for him.

"Yes she was in class today." She said as she put her book down.

"She didn't look… disturbed or I don't know angry, did she?"

"No. Why? Did something happen between you two?" Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought. She knew that Neville liked you and couldn't bear to see her two friends in a fight.

"I… No. I just need to talk to her." He swallowed thinking about the inevitably beat down that he would receive from you.

"I saw her head towards the library after class. You should check there." She said, giving him a pitiful look.

"The library. Of course." He scolded himself for not thinking of that sooner. "Thank you Hermione." And with that he waved goodbye to her and rushed to the library.

What was he going to say to you when he finally found you?

'Hey I accidentally sent you a really graphic letter about you. Can I have it back?' Boy did he hope that Luna never got that chance to give the letter.

He felt like he was going to throw up the closer he got the library entrance. It was almost like his body was telling him to bail but he knew he had to try to get the letter back before things got worse.

He walked into the library as quietly as possible. He first wanted to see if you were acting different or if you seemed angry or upset. If you were then he would leave immediately and never speak to you again. But if you acted normal? He honestly had no idea what to do if you had no idea what was going on. He would have to come up with a way to bring it up without mentioning the letter. That was easy right?

All the tables were occupied with students so he hid behind the bookshelves just in case he saw you. As he moved from aisle to aisle, he checked to see if he could spot you anywhere. He was looking at the other side of the bookshelf through a small opening when he spotted your book bag on a table in a corner, only you were nowhere to be found. This only made him more nervous as he knew you were here but didn't know where. He needed to be extra care…

"Oh hey Neville" You said from behind him.

He flinched at hearing your voice and bumped into the bookshelf, causing a few books to shake. He grabbed a shelf to steady it and then slowly turned to face you.

"Y/N!"

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that." You giggled at his jumpiness. You understood why though. However, it didn't make him any less adorable. "What brings you to the library?"

'She's not acting any different. She doesn't seem mad at me either. Maybe she never got the letter?' He thought.

"Uh… Funny story actually" He still was not quite sure though.

"Funny how?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Like you're in trouble or ha ha funny?"

"I'm not sure yet." He was having a very difficult time thinking of a way to phrase his question. "You haven't received anything today have you? Like any packages or I don't know, a letter."

"No." You lied and placed a finger on your chin to act like you were thinking. "Not that I can think of." Then a brilliant idea popped into your head. "Why is there a prank I don't know about?"

"Oh thank Godric." He released a breath he had been holding in anticipation of your answer. He rested a hand on the bookshelf and the other hand on his knee to support him as he bent down to catch his breath. He was glad that you hadn't received his letter. Or so he thought.

"So it was a prank then. Did Fred and George send something to me?" You continued your lie to see if he would tell you about the letter. "You know the last time I was on the receiving end of one of their pranks it did not end well for either of us." That part was true. In fact, you thought back at the time you, Fred, and George stayed in the care of madam Pomfrey for a night in the infirmary. You were recovering from their prank and they were recovering from one of your jinxes you had put on them.

"What?" He looked at you confused. Then he remembered that you assumed it was a prank he was talking about. "Oh, yes. Yes, it was a prank. And I… I came here to stop it... before it happened. Yeah." He hoped you had bought what he was telling you.

You eyed his facial features curiously. "Well thank you for warning me."

He was just about to run out and find Luna to take back the letter when you stopped him.

"Neville now that you're here. Can you help me find this herbology book." You held up a note card with the name of the book. You really did have to write an essay that week but you were more interested in keeping Neville from leaving your side. "I need it to write that essay we have for professor Sprout." You smiled sweetly at him. Oh what that smile was truly hiding. Neville wouldn't know what hit him.

"Oh, of course." He was much more at ease now that he knew that you hadn't received his letter. Poor thing.

He took the card from your hand and read the name of the book. "I've read this one before. Follow me." He started walking you to a different aisle.

"Here you go." He reached up to grab the book and gave it to you.

"Thanks Nev." You said, giving him a warm smile.

"No problem." His cheeks were blushing a deep red at the nickname. "You know, if you need any help I'll be glad to work with you. I haven't started the assignment either so we can work together if you'd like." He quickly reconsidered this thinking it would be a bad idea for him to be around you for a while. He still felt pretty guilty about the letter. "But it's fine if you'd prefer to work alone."

"No, that sounds perfect actually. It would be easier to get it done together." You said flipping through the pages of the book. "Come on."

You led the way back to the table you were sitting at and sat down with him. The two of you had made some progress on your essay but you were mostly distracted by your thoughts the entire time. The side conversations eventually led to full on ignoring your essay completely and just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. You two were reminiscing on last year's events and your time in the DA meetings together. You two were beginning to become too loud and were eventually kicked out of the library.

"Well at least we made some progress." You said as the two of you made your way down the corridor.

"If by progress you mean only one paragraph." He laughed.

You noticed that he seemed more relaxed now. It was always a good feeling to have Neville relaxed around you, he was more himself.

"It's more than what we had when we started. So yes, one paragraph is progress." You smiled at him.

"Do you still want to work together? We can go to my dorm." You said casually.

"You're dorm?" He stated nervously.

"Yeah, my dorm. We can eat my stash of Oreos. My grandmother just sent me a new box full of them." You knew Oreos were his favorite muggle cookie brand. He tried them after you had offered them to him in your 2nd year and he was hooked ever since. Hopefully that would entice him to come with you to your dorm. "Plus there will be no one to kick us out if we talk too loud."

"Umm… I don't want to ruin your other plans for tonight and have you work on the essay all afternoon." He smiled weakly thinking you were just being polite. "We could work on it another day if you're busy."

"I'm just working on this essay for the rest of the night. Really I don't have any plans." You said casually.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes I'm sure. Besides, once we're finished with the essay we have all week to relax." You smiled up at him.

His face lit up and nodded a yes. "Ok." His tone was still unsure.

"Great, follow me." Then the two of you made your way to your dorm.

"So tell me more about what Fred and George had planned." You asked casually.

"What?" He had completely forgotten about the lie he told earlier.

"You know about the prank." You had trouble holding in a chuckle at how bewildered he looked.

"Oh... Oh right. The prank. Well… it um…" his mouth suddenly became dry and his brain seemed to be on buffering mode.

"Come on, you can tell me. I already know about it." You teased.

"Well it was a really bad prank." He said in the most convincing tone he could muster.

"I know that much. That's why you came to warn me. Should I expect anything arriving in the next few days?" You had been alluding to the letter he wrote you but he didn't notice.

"Uhh… Oh yes. So don't open any packages you receive in the next few days no matter how small or who they come from."

"Gotcha." You could tell he was a very bad liar.

He watched as you opened the dorm to the [your/house] common room.

"Come on" You motioned for him to follow you.

"Oh ok." He said quietly. Neville had only been in the [your/house] common room a couple of times before. That was usually when you would invite him in and the two of you would read together to finish up some homework, but he was never invited into your dorm room before.

There were not many students in the common room as mostly everyone was out and about around the castle. The few students who were there didn't seem to mind or notice you bringing in the Gryffindor into the [your/house] common room.

The two of you made your way to your dorm room and you opened the door and walked in. You left the door open expecting him to follow you in but he stood at the door way awkwardly. He debated on whether or not he should follow you. He half expected you to change your mind and work in the common room.

"Are you coming in?"

He gulped as he walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind him. He was surprised to see only one bed and then remember that you were a prefect.

"I forgot that prefects have their own dorm room. It must be nice not having to share a space with other people."

"Well it was fun living with my friends. But then again I guess it is kinda nice having my own space." You said putting down your bag on your desk.

"Woah what's this?" He made his way to the lava lamp that was on your nightstand. He had never seen anything like it. He seemed to be mesmerized by the blobs of red, orange, and purple floating around in the glass container.

"That's a lava lamp." You giggled at his lack of knowledge of the muggle world. "I brought it with me from home." While he was distracted by the lava lamp you took the liberty to cast two nonverbal spells (a colloportus charm and a muffliato charm).

You walked over to a cupboard and opened it. Inside was a whole stash of Oreos. You grabbed the box and tossed it on the bed.

He turned towards the noise that was made when the box hit the bed. He watched as you began to make some herbal tea by magically heating some water and took some mugs from your little cupboard. With the mugs in your hand you made your way towards Neville, handed him a mug, and began to open the box. You took out a handful of cookies and then offered him the open box. You had intended for him to also grab some cookies but he mistakenly thought you wanted him to hold the box. He awkwardly took the box and stood there unsure what to do. You smiled at how cute he looked and bit into an oreo.

You made your way to your desk and sat down. "You can sit down. It's fine." You motioned towards your bed, which he stood next to.

"Oh ok." He sat on the left side of your bed near the pillows. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and was a little uncomfortable but hoped he didn't look too awkward. Not knowing where to look he stared at your lava lamp that sat on your nightstand. He just wanted to start working on the essay.

"Neville, are you ok?"

He turned to you flushed. "What, yeah I'm fine. I'm cool."

"You can have an oreo. I did promise that you could have some." You laughed. "And you don't have to hold the box if you don't want to."

"Oh right" He looked down at the mug and box of Oreos he was still holding, mostly to avoid your gaze. Then he grabbed a cookie. He looked around on where to put down the box then settled for placing it on your nightstand. He was incredibly uncomfortable, that you could tell as he drank his tea and ate his cookie.

"Neville, is there something you want to tell me?" You gave him a soft look.

"What do you mean?" Neville looked startled and wide eyed.

You turned to open your book bag that was on your desk. You rummaged through your bag in search of his letter. "When you asked me if I had gotten a letter today, I thought you were going to mention the one you sent me. The one Luna gave me today."

He stood up startled, bumping into your nightstand and almost knocking down your lava lamp once the words left your lips. He grabbed the lamp just in time for him to steady it. He turned to face you again and froze like a deer in headlights. You were now standing a few feet in front of him. His heart stopped and the color faded from his face. He felt a little light headed and queasy so he leaned on your nightstand for support.

"I have to say it was very… detailed." You took the letter out of your bag and displayed the broken seal of the letter to him. You averted your eyes away from his, instead looking at the floor feeling your face heat up.

By now he was terrified. He tried to explain himself but his mouth just gaped open. How would he explain himself? There was no excuse for what he did. He had no idea why you brought him into your room if you knew about the letter or why you lied about it earlier. Was this all some sick nightmare where you kill him or worse use the letter as blackmail. He considered jumping out the glass window near your bed just to get away from the situation and because you were blocking his way to the door. But that idea was really stupid, besides he'd be stuck on the roof. He had no other choice than to beg for mercy.

"It was a mistake. I'm so sorry Y/N. It was the wrong…" he gulped loudly trying to control his trembling voice. "... version. It was never meant to be read."

"I figured that much for myself." You huffed in a short laugh. You looked up at him and saw how embarrassed he was. You hoped you could make it up to him soon. "What was in the version I was meant to read?" You bit your lip. When your eyes met his, it was his turn to look away from you.

"It was more… uhh formal and less…" his blush spreading all the way to his ears.

"Anatomical?" You suggested.

"Yes. I know that you're probably disgusted by me now." He swallowed hard and grimaced at his own words. "I'll be out of your life forever but can you please not tell anyone." He turned his body away from you in shame. "Please, I'm begging you." He croaked.

Your eyes widened and you suddenly felt guilty for making him feel this way. You had played your little game long enough. "Neville I won't tell a soul but… " you walked up closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him jump at your touch and he looked at you in fear. "I want you to know… " you gulped. "that I… I…" you felt your cheeks flush as you didn't know how to put your feelings into words. He stared at you wide eyed and his body physically trembled with fear as to why you weren't yelling at him.

You squeezed his shoulder slightly before you decided to show your feelings instead of saying them. You cupped his cheek with your free hand and brought his face slowly down to yours. Neville was still in shock by the whole situation that he couldn't move away. His eyes widened even further in panic when you closed the space between your lips and his. At that moment he completely forgot how to breathe.

Your eyes were now shut. You noticed how soft his lips were and he smelled like fresh cologne. You moved your hand that was on his shoulder to rest right on top of his chest and you could feel his rapid heartbeat.

He didn't move for a couple seconds only staring at your closed eyelids. He saw how you seemed pleased with yourself and he couldn't help but notice your beauty up close. He couldn't believe that this was real. You actually kissed him! He was kissing you, well sort of. All he ever wanted was happening right now and he couldn't seem to unfreeze. He didn't know if it was due to shock or fear that this might be a trick but for whatever reason he couldn't move. Then you moved your hand from his chest to run your fingers through his brown curls. The sensation of your nails scratching the back of his scalp put him in a trance and he immediately went limp and slowly shut his eyes leaning into the kiss. He had to sit on the top of your nightstand just so he wouldn't fall to the ground, making him at head level with you. His hands slowly made their way around you back to embrace you.

When you finally broke the kiss he looked at you with pleading eyes. "You're… you're not angry with me?" He shyly asked.

You giggled at his bemusement. "Far from angry." You gave him a sweet peak on the cheek earning a bright blush from him.

"Neville, I realized I loved back in 4th year. I should have said something though. But… " Your own blush formed on your cheeks. "I'm glad you had the courage to say something first."

"You love me?" He formed a bright smile across his face. And then he suddenly felt embarrassed by being reminded of the letter and he shrunk into his shoulders slightly. "Y/N, I've been in love with you since the day I met you on that train our first year." He blushed at making a formal confession.

"Nev…" you said sweetly. You leaned forward again to kiss him. This time the kiss was passionate and your arms were wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around your back pulling you tightly towards him.

You smiled into the kiss as you pulled him closer to you. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered more as you deepened the kiss. It really was a magical feeling and you hoped that it wouldn't stop.

Neville broke the kiss to finally catch his breath and give you some time to breathe as well. He looked into your gorgeous eyes longingly. He felt like a love sick fool for you, absolutely smitten.

You beamed at him and took the time to memorize his expression. He was giddy and if his eyes could form heart shapes they would.

"You know, I'd be happy to let you kiss my cunt if you asked nicely." You stared into his eyes just to see how he would react and weren't disappointed.

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The Show Must Go On

The format on this is kind of shit cause I pretty much did a live write in and I am in the middle of semester rn and refuse to clean this up. 🤷‍♀️

Based during WW2. @natthemess said something about that song Candy Man and my brain went “Okay... but USO Jaskier” and woops I accidentally the whole thing. Warning: Mentions of MCD, death, war in the consequential injuries and collateral that comes with that.

Word Count: 2575

Also took inspiration from this song here!

Let's talk about ww2 and people that got left behind

Let's talk about those who knew they probably wouldn't be coming back and they left their loves as angry and as broken hearted as possible so that when the news did get back, at least maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad

Then. Then there's Jask. And man. He got pretty broken-hearted. But of course he would still try to follow. Had to. The army might not take him but he'll if he wasn't going to try to enlist one way or another. So he finds himself in the USO. They call him the Songbird of Southern San Francisco. (He's from Piedmont but alright)

Does shows all up and down the coast. Finds himself in Hawaii. Then New York. Next thing he knows, he's being put on a boat for Malta.

His set is pretty solid. Mostly swing dance and a few ballads

The navy lads are a blast. Idiots and cads and Jask fits right in. Then... they hit the mouth of the Mediterranean and the ship goes into some kind of high alert as they go just past the coast of Morocco. Jaskier wasn't expecting to step out of his bunk in the afternoon by the sight he sees. Soldiers and civilians alike, in any manner of injury and devastation. And it's Jaskier. He wants to help. He grabs a nurse going by and she's about to tell him off. "What do you need? How can I help." She softens a bit. "Unless you have any medical training, talking to some might be a good start. And pray we aren't next."

So he does. Talks to every man, woman and child he can find time to. There was one man, a soldier, his face bandaged almost completely. And tells him of a woman he left back in Portugal. A nurse for the United Kingdom. And he kind of smiles and it splits the cut in his lip back open. "Told me I was hers till I got back in one piece. Hope she doesn't mind if it's not a pretty piece."

"Brave as you are, I'm sure she'll still find you the most handsome fella on the whole boat." But Jaskier is already humming. Already putting together a song. Something soft and slow and hopeful. A demand to the one that left him behind. Go. Go see what you have to but know you belong to me. Still. You don't get to just cop out cause you die"

They get to Malta and Jaskier waits with his new friend at the military hospital for this nurse.

Eskel tells him that they met before the war and then found each other again during. He hums Jaskiers song. Jokes that he's never been a muse before, even partly.

"I only take inspiration from very tall handsome men. Too bad my taste is always those I can't have." It's not even a whole joke.

When Eskels nurse, Triss, shows up, she's not alone. Eskels brother is there. Esk and Triss are having their reunion while Gerslt and Jaskier just stare at one another. Eskel is saying something about the You Belong to Me song and that's when Jaskier remembers himself.

But Geralt has already put it together.

"Jask..."

"Wait, you two know.... oh." Eskel is glaring at Geralt with his one unbandaged eye. "The second the doc clears me, I'm kicking your ass all the way back to Oakland, buddy."

It isn't until that night when Jaskier performs that Geralt understands.

"You told me it hadn't been serious."

"I said it couldn't be serious."

Eskel looks up at Jaskier when the song starts. "I don't know. Seems like at least one of you thought it was."

After the show, Geralt can't find Jaskier. But now his gut is burning with guilt but also with just how lonely he had been after that afternoon on the pier where he told Jaskier about being drafted. About how he was leaving in the morning.

"In the morning? Don't they usually give you at least a couple of weeks to... oh. Oh I see." Jaskier had looked over the ocean with that frown that always made Geralt just want to pull him closer. "So that's it then?"

"Hmm." He hadn't looked up from where he was leaning against the railing when Jaskier stormed off and before he could second guess himself he was already on a plane for El Paso.

He should have known where to find Jaskier though. He remembers that Jaskier had told him once about how the Ocean was the safest place because at least there, you couldn't underestimate how tits up things could go in a blink.

He wasn't surprised when he walked down from the barracks to the little rocky inlet, Jaskier leaning against a boulder watching the sun slowly make its way down into the waves, strumming out the melody of the last song he played for his set.

"I didn't think I'd be coming home." He tries to explain.

Jaskier's fingers press down on the strings, cutting off the sound with a hard disharmonious jangle.

"Well you took mine with you when you left, so I don't know what you want from me."

"Jaskier..." He look out over the water but doesn't make to go any closer. He's seen the musician scrap before and it's never good.

"You know, the worst part. Priss warned me. She did. Told me 'Julek, not that one. He doesn't even look like he knows how to have feelings.' And I hate the fact that she was right." He turns to look at Geralt and his eyes are like ice and the smile on his face is too sharp and too cruel to be the man that Geralt had met four years ago. "Because if you did know how to feel anything besides your own pride, maybe you could have seen just how-" he stops and the smile fades but the coldness in his eyes only seems to deepen. "You know. It doesn't matter. We're both here now and you have a job to do tomorrow and honestly, I can't care less." He's pushing himself off the ground and Geralt can't move. He can't speak. He feels like his heart has been torn from his chest and thrown to the sharks. "I'll see you around Geralt."

He's frozen there, only able to watch as Jaskier trudges back up the hill, the neck of his guitar in a tight grip.

Geralt stays, watching as the sun completely sinks, not noticing the heat of the day turn near to freezing. He's already cold inside. He figures that's what happens when you put out the only bit of sun you've ever known.

Jask gets all of five minutes to revel in his foul mood. By time he's reached the barracks the guitar strings under his grip are slicing into his palm and his face is hot and streaked with tears. He sleeps through the deployment the next morning and misses his next three shows. The coordinator for the USO tour is lenient to a point and by the fourth night he makes his way back on stage. He doesn't look for the face he knows isn't there. He doesn't think of that beach on another coastline miles and miles away and he doesn't think about the danger he knows must be waiting there. Instead he sings, trying to keep those that are left behind in good spirits.

Within two weeks, letters start making their way back to the base from the front line, followed by casualty notices. Jaskier always leaves the mailroom when he sees them. He stops seeking out Eskel and Triss, choosing instead to hide away on the roof of the canteen, his eyes always coming to stop on the water.

Jaskier spends four weeks in the same routine. Sing, sleep, wake up, drink, hide. Rinse and repeat. He doesn't know how he does it, but Eskel finally tracks him down. Even with half of his face still bandaged, still healing, Jaskier can tell. The air in his lungs turns to flames and he feels his knees buckle under him.

"I'm so sorry, Jask." Eskel is at his side then, his cane discarded as he bends down to catch Jaskier.

There's someone dying, he's pretty sure. It sounds like there's someone dying at least but he can't tell where the sound is coming from.

Geralt is gone. The world is shattering inward and Geralt is gone. Jaskier can feel sand beneath his bare feet and a leather jacket being draped around his shoulders, smelling of a mechanic's shop and black coffee. He can hear a warm laugh in his ear and music from down the beach where they are walking. But that is not where Jaskier is right now. That moment belongs to someone he can never be again. Geralt is gone and Jaskier is still here and the world has shattered to a fine dust.

There is a moment he thinks that maybe he'll be allowed to go to. Follow Geralt into oblivion but he can't. How could he when he knows that's exactly why Geralt had left him behind in the first place.

There are no tears. No sound or sight around him and he thinks that no amount of music will ever be worth the way his heart is breaking.

Memorials for them are different now. Funerals are different. They cannot sort out the number of bodies that have been left on the battlefield. When thin metal is pressed into Jaskier's hand, skin still tight from where it is healing in thin lines, he clutches what he knows to be Geralt's dog tags and he weeps. In that moment there is no escaping how for the rest of his days, he will always still belong to Geralt.

V-Day shakes New York under him. The shouts in the streets and the music pound into the thin brick walls of Jaskier's tiny apartment. He couldn't go back to California after Malta. Warm winds and ocean views didn't seem to suit him very well anymore. The city was full of life but it was so much easier to get lost in than back in the bay. Jaskier spends most of his time singing in the clubs and helping at the VA, though mostly all he can do is talk to people. He sees it all there, wounds both visible and not come back with the boys from across the sea, but he realizes that what he's really looking for is a miracle. (edited)

By November, the ticker tape has all washed into the Hudson and the air is going crisp. Jaskier sits behind the stage of a small basement dive. There's a knock at the door and he looks up. The face looks familiar, at least half of it, the other pulled at a rough angle from the scars that are still healing.

"Eskel!" Jaskier's hand automatically reaches up for the thin pressed metal under his shirt. He realizes he may have slipped on his promise to keep in touch.

"Hey there, songbird. I have a favor, if it's okay?"

Eskel doesn't have to say what it is, but when he does, Jaskier agrees without a second thought. Part of it was Eskel's after all. The other part... well the only thing left of that was around Jaskier's neck.

The lights go up on the stage and Jaskier goes through his usual set, the wooden stool they put out for him mostly ignored. He knows how to play this crowd, and does at least twice a week these days. So when he does sit down, pulling the guitar a little closer to him, a hush falls over the audience.

He waits, with a small smile and it feels like the ones he can see share it with them. They all know this one by now. When the men started to file back home, it was requested a lot. He let his thumb rub over the fine scars that still tug at his palm and takes a deep breath. "If you're still out there, well. You know."

He doesn't have the first chords completely plucked out when his eyes catch on something in the low light of the bar. He doesn't know how he missed it at first but there, leaning against the wall...

".... songbird" Eskel had called him. No one ever called him "songbird" outside of his USO shows except

Jaskier nearly drops his guitar, nearly faints. How....

Geralt leans against the wall, arms folded over his chest and his head tilts with a smile, soft and sincere and wholly alive. He gives him a small nod and Jaskier can find the strings again. He's thankful that the song is a short one and he doesn't draw it out as he usually might for dramatic affect or just because he's feeling particularly self indulgent. By the final notes, half of the crowd is singing along while the other half are lost somewhere far away at the bottom of their beers. When Jaskier stands his feet are steadier than he expects them to be and he's already jumping down off the stage. He watches as Geralt moves back out through the door and into the street.

It's cold and there's the threat of rain heavy in the air but Jaskier didn't grab his coat or anything before following his ghost out into the night.

Geralt stops just out on the curb and waits. When Jaskier catches up to him he's clutching his guitar to him again, as if it might ward away some inevitable betrayal of his own grief stricken heart.

"Hey there, you." Geralt's voice is rough and his face seems to be trying to settle on one of a thousand emotions. Jaskier can relate.

"Hi." Jaskier gives a wet laugh and starts to reach out before pulling his hand back. "I'm not... I think I might have finally had too much gin."

"No," Geralt is shaking his head. He reaches out, broad warm hands taking Jaskier's.

Oh. They're warm.... They're warm! They’re real!

"How?" Is all he can manage. He still can't bring himself to believe it or even look at Geralt straight on for too long. It hurts.

"Does it matter?" Geralt is stepping into his space though slowly, letting Jaskier the space to retreat if he needs it.

"It really fucking does, Geralt! You were... I have." His hand finally works free of Geralt's and goes back to his chest where he knows the dog tags sit over his heart.

"I know." Geralt reaches for him again and Jaskier thinks for a moment that he actually choked on a hard candy backstage and this might be heaven. Man, heaven smells like Queens. What the fuck.

"You're back?"

"Yes."

Jaskier searches his face and smiles. His heart feels like it's cracking all over again but it might be the thawing of months of bitter cold. "And you're..." He doesn't know how to say this next part.

"Back for you, yes." It's not a statement so much as a plea and Jaskier beams through a sob. “And I don’t plan on going anywhere again. Should have realized this was where I belonged in the first place,” Geralt's arms around him in a second and the blood rushing in Jaskier's ears sounds like the tide finally coming back in.

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