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catpop2 · 9 months

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So uh... Earthspark Au idea

So you know how occasionally Starscream and Bumblebee somehow get paired together and goofy shenanigans insue? Like in IDW for example- Well take that but add some more shit to it- Like a lot more hand wavy magic shit to it.

Anyways spoilers for Earthspark Season 1, the whole thing. And also uh brain fart moment right here so its very rambly but I wanna try and get the main point across. I will elaborate it people are intrested tho.

Well I had a goofy au idea brainfart moment where after the events of season 1, the autobots and decepticons have to somewhat colaborate which each other to survive on earth. From finnaly freeing every captured Decepticon in the form of a transaction to get Starscream and his remaining seekers do an extended sweep over the entire earth in order to comfirm Dr Meridians death because oh boy his body mysteriously disapeared (And because Seekers aint called seekers for nothin, they hella good at tracking down anything that exists)

Other scheningans insue because Megatron wants to reconnect with his Decepticons and beocme friends with everyone- But like none of them are really having it, in fact the main motivator for any con is that they want to protect their new generation, the terrans, therefore they wont try and obliterate the autobots at every moment. This is specifically true for Starscream who literally cant exist in the same room as Megatron but gets absolutely swarmed by terrans the moment he is near them, most notoriously Hashtag and Twitch but mostly Hashtag.

And then there is Bumblebee, the mentor of the maltobots who will do anything to keep them safe- But not much can be done when your protégés are pestering the most dangerous Decepticon to ever Decepticon (Aside from Megs but he dont count anymore) So he has to just sit there and tolerate it-

Eventually though trouble arises once more and the maltobots have to fight for the freedom of their kind, now joined not only by the autobots but occasionally even a Decepticon or two whenever their expertise come into play, but the cons aren't doing it for the Autobots thats for sure.

Bumblebee is always with the terrans whenever he can be, but the five are more grown as each day passes, and far harder to keep an eye on, especially since the concept of war has been properly introduced to them. So when Starscream is there to provide intelligence or sneak stolen gadgets to Hashtag and Nightshade, Bee has to appreciate the weight the seeker unintentionally takes off his back. Afterall Starscream may be extremely dangerous, cunning and deceitful- But it certainly does wonders for him to be near sparklings.

Where the au comes into real play is when the threat of Dr Meridian resurfaces much to everyones dismay (Like pee paw willy over again).

The terrans and the kids are locked in tight combat, trapped in a very dangeorus and likley fatal situation of which they havent quite grasped the severity of. This time they dont seem to have the grace of Quintus Prime at their side as things look really grim, their only proper cybertronian assitance comes in the form of Bumblebee and Starscream who are forced to hold off the threat together the best they can before help can arrive. While the terrans do a great job of fighting alongside them as they have proved themselves plenty of times- It doesn't seem to be enough. All of them are left tattered, injuried and worse for wear- Particularly their two cybertronian gaurdians who had just taken on a fatal blow to protect them.

Quintus Prime, unlike the Maltos thought before, was with them, he watched them. He hoped, but there was little he could do, it was not like before...

But... There was a call, a plee. A promise of service. Not from the humans or the terrans. No...

Something else entirely- A presence akin to Primus itself- A spark, reaching out to him. Promising to protect.

Ah yes. The cybertronians. One of them had not yet given up yet, despite the fact he no long had functional limbs nor wings- It was present, nearby somewhere was also another presence, but so much weaker, so fragile and quickly fading.

No.. That couldn't work could it? They were already established sparks, born from the allspark directly-

Perhaps that could work.. Perhaps the Emberstone had a little extra light to give.

And so, from the rubble- Right as the enemy intends to strike another blow, two new protectors rise- And two new presences began to circulate between the thoughts and feelings of the Maltos.

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lotsadeer · 9 months

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I'd love to hear more of your ideas for the AU, if you wanna share? 👀

So my first question anon is how much do you know about Cirque du Soleil because that will inform how much you understand the idea of this au and its intensity as a theatre/circus au

For the people in the audience who know not the joys of a Cirque du Soleil show, consider a classic circus. It is entertainment, it is a close knit company of actors and performers and stage hands travelling for months on end, it is a family. They seek to thrill and awe an audience with their skills, their ability to draw gasps and fear and applause and joy in equal measure through the movements of their bodies in the center ring.

Now consider a theatre company, a typical playhouse. It is entertainment, it is a close knit company of actors and performers and stage hands in the confined space of a theatre for months on end, it is a family. They seek to tell a story to an audience, to draw them in and live the tale unfolding on stage through their way with spoken word and body language.

Now find yourself the masters of these crafts. The créme de la créme of clowns and tragedians. Of acrobats and ballet dancers. Of stage hands and technical engineers. Of choreographers and writers.

And you create a performance that is a showcase in the mastery of the theatrical arts. A travelling show like no other that will make the audience laugh and cry in equal measure. That takes the idea of a circus to the absolute limits, and then pushes past them.

You create Cirque du Soleil.

I have, tragically, never seen a Cirque du Soleil show in person. Someday I will! But many performances are available on their YouTube if folks want to go watch to get a proper idea of what I'm attempting to convey.

These shows have moving stages, practical effects, puppetry, pyrotechnics in some cases! Many of the performers are basically olympic level athletes as well as phenomenal actors. The mastery of mime work and traditional theatrical clowns is inspiring. The stories told through the performances are beautiful and moving in ways I cannot always properly describe.

I am forever grateful to my highschool Theatre Tech teacher for introducing me to Cirque du Soleil. Babby theatre nerd me's dream was to be a stage hand for Cirque du Soleil. I dont think I could handle the stress these days, but I can appreciate it from afar.

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So! Now that you understand the bedrock of this AU, lets talk about Treebark.

This is in its infancy and I am still noodling with how I want to do this, but right now...

So my thoughts are that Martyn is a tech hand originally but Grian convinces him to understudy for The Hand. Ren is one of the leads for The Death of the Red King part of the massive story performance.

The original person to play The Hand has to drop from the performance shortly before its set to start touring. So they have to very quickly make sure Martyn is up to snuff (and he is, he's done bit parts before and can act, and they wouldnt have hired him if he wasnt good at the necessary acrobatics).

And Martyn doesnt know Ren terribly well. Like they know each other. Like any circus, Cirque performers are a relatively close knit company. But Martyn doesnt KNOW know him. And this is their first time performing together.

And I havent thought PAST that beyond your typical theatre au tropes where their relationship develops off stage and it intensifies the on stage performance and then add in the circus au where during a performance one of them gets seriously hurt (Ren) and what comes from that. and the drama of everything behind the scenes which culminates in intensity on stage because character bleed is a THING even in acting and theatre.

Also something something audience participation is a thing in Cirque shows

#mcyt shenanigans #I need a tag for this sksks #right now we'll call it #treebark circus #I will make a better name #probably whatever treebark is in french so itll be cirque du (treebark)#or something #treebark

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shandycandy278 · 10 months

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i feel like all the forced gods in varying fgod aus (minus errata. errata fits too many definitions of being that multiverses equivalent of jesus christ) are pathetic.

fgodswap destiny is sopping wet and useless. hwhbb error cant even be healed properly. fgoc ink is short and small and can be punted at various lengths.

the only one i can think of thats not cringe ass meow meow is fgod:as error. but hes super fucking- yknow what im not going to say it for those who havent read it. just know he isnt doing so hot.

Maybe for you, but personally I don’t think of any Forced God variant as pathetic! I feel like that’s a big part of the narrative and symbolism for how things stand!

I can’t speak for SwapFGOD Destiny, but!!! I’d very much like to go on a ramble that has been building up in my skull for ages now!!

(TW// Mentioned suicide and suicidal feelings, spoilers for HWHBB, spoilers for FGOC, bullying, poisoning, abuse, some serious topics that might hit a bit hard, unsympathetic nightmare/non-fanon nightmare, and at the end things get VERY personal for me and I stop talking about fictional characters and start talking about real life.)

We’re gonna start with Erratum!!! The man, the legend, the OG, the absolute inspiration to many many alternates.

The whole point of Erratum’s story, HWHBB, is to show the end result of everything. To show how far he’s come, to show how many things he has tried, to show the true tragedy of how this is how it’s played out.

After everything he’s done and that’s happened to him, he’s tired. He was given a grand injustice, despite being good.

In fact, the pain reason why he can’t be healed isn’t because he’s pathetic or because he’s an Error, but rather just because how he’s been treated. He’s never had anyone to introduce healing magic to him, which is designated as an entirely different brand of normal magic. It’s the fact that it was introduced so much later that made it so that he couldn’t be healed. And even then, he could “heal” on his own. He was used to that method as well. He simply only went to “get healed” because the people in the new multiverse freaked out about it.

Because something to keep in mind is simply that Erratum never had a support system. Not a single one. Not at any point in his time as a god of destruction. He’s only ever truly gotten that after throwing himself into the void.

People might be angry at me about that one, but it’s true. No one supported himself, his work, or job. Some people might say it was Nightmare, but he never actually did that. In fact, Nightmare fought and beat him up many times due to Erratum simply not wanting to join. It states in HWHBB that Nightmare even tried to poison Erratum into joining and aiding him. Nightmare tried countless ones, and even took Error to a naturally poisonous AU.

Not long after that, Harrish explained that it “eventually became a bonding past time” in Erratum’s eyes. This isn’t Error developing a support system, even if people treated it as such. Because Nightmare still poisoned him. I hate to break it to you folks but if someone hurts you as they listen to you, even if they “listen”, they’re not an actual friend or person who can support you. Erratum might have claimed them as “his”, but they could never support him.

This is true for Dust, too. Dust has always tried to kill Erratum, and his attempts lead to “bonding time”. Not a true friendship, because if they REALLY were to become friends, it would have stopped.

But it never did.

They always tried. Even if they knew, even if they saw it happen a hundred times, they’d always keep trying.

As for the others, they relied on Erratum or looked up to him far too much to. The Chara’s, Killer, Horror, Cross- they never TRULY saw him. Never fully got to that point to do that. Erratum has always, ALWAYS done things for them. They have never done something for him. And for the most part, that was because they simply couldn’t. Their powers and knowledge- they could never be able to truly do something that would have ever helped Erratum.

There is only one person in HWHBB who could have supported Erratum. And that was Blue.

Blue was the one who brought Erratum out of his madness (which Nightmare had been upset about, mind you). Blue became his friend. Blue listened to Erratum and learned the truth. Never once did he raise a hand to Erratum. He greeted Erratum’s destruction with kindness and understanding.

He gave Erratum true mercy. The kind you give Asriel at the end of the game. The kind that’s given to Asgore.

It’s his first taste of it. Of true, unstoppable and understanding, mercy.

And he felt so bad about it, so guilty for doing that to a soul as merciful and understanding as Blue’s, that he lets Blue go.

And what does Blue do?

He proves it wasn’t just an act. He proves that his words and actions were not empty. That he genuinely cared for Erratum, and you know what? It was perfect, because he was in a position to do something about it.

And he was banned from seeing Erratum again.

Not just from Ink and Dream, not just from the council- but from his entire AU too. From all his alternates. They’re all constantly keeping an eye on him, because they were never a true support for Blue either. Blue became isolated in almost every way imaginable, and he was only allowed back on the council when he stopped suffering from what they declared was “Stockholm syndrome”. And Blue did that in the hopes that he could still somehow help.

But Erratum wouldn’t let him, because he knows that if Blue did, he’d suffer even worse.

And so Erratum forbid himself to ever see the only one who could truly support him ever again, for their sole benefit.

Erratum is self-sacrificial, and depressed, and by the time we see him he has gone through ALL of this. He’s gone in and out of insanity, he’s found and pushed away support for their own sanity, he’s tried to kill himself in hundreds of thousands of ways, and of those ways he continued to try them many, MANY times.

Even though he knew they wouldn’t work. He did it anyway, because he hated his very existence to the point that the only reason he pushed on was for those he called “his”.

And yet none of them could help him.

HWHBB takes place at the end of Erratum’s story. He’s even pushed his will to keep going for what is his to the end of it’s rope. He’s run out of the will to keep that reason alive, to continue to truly care for it. Or even pretends that he still does.

And for everything that he’s been through? For the horrors that have been his life?

It’s not pathetic that he fell into the void. It’s not pathetic that he can’t heal.

It’s a tragedy.

And it’s a miracle that he was sent elsewhere. A miracle that he found a multiverse out of Fate’s reach that could support him. And I know it’s controversial in some circles that Null and Void were given to him because getting children absolutely doesn’t fix anything- but Erratum cared about them long enough that the support system found him. Null and Void were the ONLY reason he went to mobtale, that Mob was able to call Ink, that Erratum didn’t instantly run away and even allowed himself to be brought into the Omnivoid. That he allowed himself to stay there.

And now, he has a support system and he’s healing.

As his multiverse falls apart because he never had more than one supporting him, as Ink realizes his mistakes and everyone dies in a series of explosions, as various people face the horrors of what has happened and the fact that they drove the only thing keeping them alive…

Erratum finally obtains peace.

And it’ll be a while before he’s fully healed and before he allows himself to be treated right, for him to accept it, before he sees himself and believes that he truly deserves this, but… it’ll happen. It’s assured now.

And that’s the true beauty of OG FGOD. One that many don’t touch, due to various reasons. Wanting Nightmare’s gang to be a proper support, wanting to get him a lover, etc. the only one I can think of that also properly shows this is actually FGOD:AS.

Part of me wants more people to explore that side of things, but… a part of me feels like that’s what made OG FGOD, OG FGOD. The majority of people leaving that part of it be is almost like placing flowers at a memorial. It’s done out of respect and out of love, because OG FGOD does it in such a beautifully harrowing way. It’s why we all love it so much. It’s why it became so special to the point that it gained its own fandom.

As for FGOC Ink, he’s not pathetic for reasons that are the exact opposite Erratum’s.

And the whole point of why he was small was BECAUSE they were so opposite. OG FGOD was a poem and tribute to those who are hated and beaten and bullied, to those who aren’t given a thought because their whole existence is “wrong” and have embraced it.

FGOC’s is a nod to those who have gotten mixed responses, to those who have been sent hate by everyone but a few (justified or not), to those who are always seeking something positive from their peers and then have their hard work smacked out of their hands and tossed to the side. Who choose to not embrace that they are hated and try over and over again to prove that they are something.

Ink is soft spoken and his voice is hard to hear because Artist’s voices are, sadly, often unheard.

He’s small because that’s how you feel when everyone hates you.

He’s dressed in rags because he works so hard to please the voices of someone who is demanding to the point that they are never satisfied.

He’s a pacifist because he wants to be liked.

He made Dream and Nightmare because he didn’t want to be alone.

When he found out that what he created was real, he was horrified and tried to stop. Like how some artists are told to stop creating because it makes people uncomfortable, or because it’s a controversial topic, or because someone took it (or something That was said/done AGES ago) the wrong way and people hopped on that bandwagon.

He’s burnt out to the point that two people on Nightmare’s team (Outer and Cross) have been tasked to just hang out with and try to help inspire Ink.

Ink has a support system. But he doesn’t use it. He avoids it, even, because he’s supposed to do it by himself. Like how artists are “supposed” to “not use references” or how they’re “supposed” to “constantly make art” or how they’re “supposed” to make the “morally right things”.

Because none of that is how it is supposed to be. But he’s convinced himself that that’s the case. And they’re rules that he ONLY applies to himself. If someone were in his same position, he’d recommend doing things how it’s supposed to be done. With friends and support and breaks, doing whatever you want even if it’s gross and ugly. It’s for their enjoyment, they should do whatever they want. No one else should have a say in what they make- especially if it’s fictional. Especially if it doesn’t effect real people.

Like his does.

So not with himself.

No, never with himself.

And it’s not like it was SUPPOSED to be like this, either. Ink is Fate’s favorite child. That’s the only reason why he actually has a support system that he doesn’t use. Fate made the OG multiverse for Ink to have fun with, but since OG FGOD Ink destroyed that by chasing Erratum away, Fate needed to find a different way to keep it alive while still letting Ink have fun. Ink wasn’t supposed to have all that trouble. And then Error came along and cut everything down because he didn’t like it, and Fate had to throw Ink out there before Fate destroyed a second multiverse.

And Ink grew into the things that Fate had never wanted him to grow into, and believed things Fate never wanted him to believe, because Ink “deviated from what was normal and expected”.

It’s not pathetic. It’s a tragedy, one that’s just as tragic as Erratum’s. You can’t see it because FGOC started from the middle and not the end, but like Erratum Ink will snap one day. He’ll snap and it will break everything apart.

And there won’t be any stopping it, because the only people who could try to stop it are too upset with what he’s made and the “mess” that he creates TO actually care.

While jokingly both of them could be called “pathetic” and “weak”, they’re truly are anything but.

To properly and truly think that either are pathetic would be like looking back at a 13-14 y/o with greasy hair and B.O. and baggy shirts and pants at the back of the classroom and think that they shouldn’t be at school or a part of anything. That doesn’t do homework and is failing all their classes and passing out on their desk in the middle of first or second period. That just sits there tuping away on the borrowed Chromebook or writing in their notebook anything but notes.

Why should they when they CLEARLY don’t care and don’t want to be there? Why waste time on them? Why even care?

But the reality is that they’re struggling. Struggling because their family is so hard in poverty that they get shoes from school for Christmas. That their family brings them whenever they find a place handing out free lunches, because they can’t afford any more food because they can’t get any more food stamps. That their mom is going through chemo therapy and college at the same time in the hopes that she can make things better for the future. That their dad is technically unemployed because substitute teaching jobs only pop up once a week and that’s all he can get because everywhere else he could go considers him overqualified. Because he tried to become a doctor but no one wants to accept him into residency and all that school debt just kept growing and growing.

Because they have to care for their siblings and partially raise them because their mom was too tired and their dad was always out because he never stopped searching or trying for that other job, even if it wouldn’t happen for years. That they were just a little kid who happened to be the eldest child, because the only reason they weren’t out on the streets begging for money and struggling day to day was because their extended family loved them.

That they knew what everyone at school thought of them and hated themselves for it to the point that the only reason they were still living was because their siblings and parents looked up to and depended on them. Because they NEEDED to be there and live or everything else would fall apart, and they couldn’t let it fall apart. Not for them, but because they couldn’t stand the thought of letting people down.

And that the only reason why they were in school was because it made their parents happy. And because the only reason why they were always writing on their notebook or typing on the computer was because it was the only thing that they had managed to find in the dark depressing spiral that was their life was writing stories. Stories about the shows they watched for both theirs and their siblings pleasure and happiness, because it was their escape.

You can joke about them being pathetic if you want. I don’t mind. I joke about it to myself too. They’re fictional after all.

But i don’t joke about myself.

Not anymore.

Because that 13-14 y/o kid sitting in baggy clothes, greasy hair and horrible B.O. lived through that. And they didn’t go through all that pain and suffering just for their older self to call them pathetic. They weren’t put through professional therapy outside of school even though their parents could barely afford any other pleasantries for that.

So as long as it’s a joke, and it stays fictional, I’ll laugh along.

But only so long as you know that it isn’t true. And that they were never pathetic to begin with.

#ask sc #fgod #FGOC #forced god of creation #forced god of destruction #character analysis #sorry for going off at the end there #there’s a reason I loved FGOD but didn’t start writing fanfiction for it until recently #despite being a fan for years #took a lot to work through LOL #I’d like to clarify I’m not mad or upset #i just wanted to put things into a proper perspective #especially with what I went through XD #when I tell you my first time with HWHBB took me through a loop #and altered my perspective on everything #i meant it in a very personal and close to my soul way #so again #not mad #just wanted to put it into a perspective many don’t exactly think about

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lunaflvms · 2 years

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🌷 ; ᝰꜜ ᩠˚ 𖤐 luna’s introduction

HELP I REALISED I NEVER INTRODUCED MYSELF PROPERLY 😓

name: luna!! :) like princess luna from my little pony?!?! i love her sm shes sosososo pretty ngl my fav ponies in mlp is fluttershy, princess luna and celestia and cadance 😵‍💫

pronouns: she/they 😋🤞 honestly i dont mind any pronouns but i think i might just stick with she/they

groups i stan: enhypen, txt, skz, itzy, ive, p1harmony, fromis_9, twice, redvelvet, aespa, nct, everglow, stayc, ateez, blackpink, bts 😍 im pretty sure thats it LMAO

my ult biases: jungwon, beomgyu, hyunjin, yeji and karina

please dni if you are -12 or + 25

dni list: racists, homophobic people, antis of any group tbh like why do u spend ur time hating groups like ik some groups are problematic but if they apologised and genuinely meant it just leave them be or if their apology sucked ass just ignore them or sumn 💀 also dsmp defenders i dont mind fans ofc but i genuinely cannot stan dsmp fans that defend the actions of like tommyinnit saying hes a minor and he doesnt know better 👹 plus i may sound like a hypocrite for what i just said above about kpop groups but tommy literally apologised for his mistakes and then made the same mistakes over and over. people that defend sienna mae 🤡 do i even need to explain myself

facts about me ig:

I’m from Australia

i have the same birthday as hyunjin from skz and our birthcharts are almost identical 😵‍💫

I’ve been dancing since i was 3 i do ballet, contemporary and hip hop

I’m pansexual or bisexual i genuinely cannot choose 😭 my friend told me to take my time, it been like a year now

I’m chinese 😵‍💫

HELP MATHS IS MY BEST SUBJECT AND SCIENCE AND HUMANITIES ARE ACTUALLY MY WORSE

passing school ig 😓

i was a wattpad writer before and 🤒 one of my works has 165k reads tho 😍😍🤞🤞

i can play violin and piano 😵‍💫 i swear all asians can tbh

i have a harry potter phase like every year 🤕 last years was my peak with the marauders phase 😍 best phase ive had before kpop tbh anyways regulus black was my comfort character last year 😓

i havent watched many animes cuz im too lazy 😓 but my favourite ones ive watched is snow white with red hair and demon slayer hold on i might just write a snow white with red hair au with some kpop idol 😋😍🤞

i am pretty selective with my following so if i dont follow you back its probably cuz you dont have a writing blog 😓 but i promise i love all of you guys 😍💪

you should read my smaus cuz im super sexy, hot and funny 😋

anyways i think that was a good introduction 😵‍💫 LMAO i might add later 🤒

edit: help i wrote a reasons why you should be my friend list 💀💀

here

#lunaflvms #lunaflvms thoughts #help i cant sleep and i have online school tomorrow #cryingbleedinglosing what do i do #self intro ig 😋🤞

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bakugoulvr420 · 3 years

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bakugou tutoring his s/o

inspired by

established relationship au

it wasnt the first time bakugou was studying with you

i mean, was it really studying when he felt like he was giving you a full blown lecture about some of the things that you guys saw a few months ago...?

the first time you told him honestly that you didnt understand anything DESPITE your class literally having gone over it several times appalled him

he wouldn’t insult you or anything. he’d just make his iconic confused expression and try to move on

but when it seems like you havent been paying attention at all during the whole year, he gets annoyed and concerned

“we going to the same class right? why are you treating these subjects like its your first time?”

whether its a matter of you not paying attention or struggling to process the information, he can’t wrap his head around it

i mean, bakugou is the type of person to learn something the moment he is introduced to it so he cant relate at all

though he is a harsh tutor, he is VERY good at explaining complicated concepts so youre able to learn better than in class

once he realizes that his tutoring is having positive effect on you, he will feel very proud of himself and you

he cares about your success as much as he cares about his own success so he will make sure that youre studying properly on your own time as well

“have you been understanding what the teacher has been lecturing us about during these few past days?”

“y-yes!”

“name the mRNA codons for glycine”

“uh...

he doesnt do this to humiliate you. he just wants to make sure that youre understanding at least most of the lectures properly

will force you to get tutored by him almost every night whenever he can, despite him being tired af

if you try to distract him or ask for a break, he will get frustrated thinking that youre not taking this seriously

if you kiss him while he is explaining something... he will get flustered and yell

“each number above— THE FUCk”

do not be silly with this man when he is trying to teach you. he is already frustrated enough

BUT GOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD AND HOT WHEN HE LOOKS SO CONCENTRATED AND TRIES TO BE SERIOUS

just imagine him sitting by your right side, his head resting on his right hand while the left points at the notes below you 😩

once you guys are done for the day, he will tell you to not forget what he has told you or else he will kill you

but then he will be sweet

“youve done better today compared to previous days. youve been showing improvement. good job.” *says all of this without even looking at you*

#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bnha x reader #katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha #kacchan #bakugou fluff #bnha headcanons

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warmau · 4 years

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★ donation request: mermaid!au mingi

there’s something strange about the new neighbor across the street

for one, the small house he’s bought - which used to foster a small little garden beside it - is now fenced with high white walls

moss hangs from the tops, and you can barely see past it, even on your tippy toes

there are always a group of almost inhumanely pretty boys coming and going

with shell earrings and baskets of water lilies

and sometimes - when you pass by on your bike late into the evening - you swear you hear a sound like a large splash

but it can’t be - the ocean is miles, miles, miles away

it isn’t any of your business though - and you plan to keep it that way

plus the neighbor might be strange, but he is polite and kind otherwise

always smiling from ear to ear when you greet each other on the off chances

always kind and sweet to the kids and puppies of your little town

his hair a fiery red, pushed back to define the oddly perfect bone structure of his face

some of the older ladies tease every now and then that this is your chance, such a catch and right across the street - you should make your move

but you decline with a nervous stutter in your speech

one evening, you come home right before the beginning of a storm

you abandon your bike on the front lawn and hurry to get your laundry down from the clothesline as the wind picks up

you get the sheets and some tshirts but the last thing is a set of underwear - which you unclip and then

to your shock and horror flies right out of your hands and whisks its way over and over and right over that strange neighbors high fence

you nearly drop everything in terror to chase after it - realizing that you can’t even get over it if you tried

but,,,,,,,,, knocking on his door and asking to retrieve your underwear is just,,,,,,,,,,an infinite amount of times worse

so you get your things inside and dig a stepping stool out from the kitchen

half of you prays that he’s already inside to avoid the storm as you rush over - the rest of the neighborhood has boarded up to pass the storm

and so you set the stool down and climb on top

you scan around, trying to find your missing garment, when your eyes stop on the shadow

the shadow is nestled, tightly, in a small pool thats replaced the space of the garden

it looks more like a bathtub than anything, but that isn’t what makes you freeze

the shadow most clearly outlines a person, but sticking up from the end of the pool and wading slowly around in the air is a large

tail

a mermaids taeil to be exact

the color is a glimmering ocean blue, with what looks like gemstones between the scales

your mouth drops and you cant move - not even when the figures head emerges from the water

wet strands of red hair, big brown curious eyes turned up toward you and that big, welcoming smile

“oh - seems like you’ve caught me already.”

you want to speak, to say something, to explain why in gods name you’re looking over his fence right now like some kind of weirdo

and all you can manage is to squeak

“underwear.”

“underwater?”

“u-underwear-”

he tilts his head, but looks around - reaching with a long arm for the getaway garment and chuckling to himself

“did you lose these?”

“i-”

you think you must look horribly embarrassing right now - getting nervous and having to admit that yes, those are yours,,,,,,,,

but the boy just laughs and tosses them up toward you

“id get up but - as you can see-”

his tail does a little wiggle and you nod - because yes, you can see the dilemma

“im sorry, thank you for- im sorry ill go-”

you start, jumping when you hear a crack of the storm in the sky

but before you can escape, you hear his voice go

“keep this a secret - will you?”

without thinking too much about it you just shout back yes and jump down from the stool, gathering it and whats left of your dignity as you cross back over to your own home

it doesnt really hit you that your neighbor is a mermaid until a while later - when you remember how elegant and strong his tail had looked

and how so much of what you thought was strange made sense now

you keep your promise though, you dont tell anyone

so youre surprised when one day someone knocks on your door and its - the neighbor

he smiles and you invite him - you want to offer him so dinner, but you just cooked some fish, and you arent sure if thats insensitive or not

“so-”

he begins and you sit up straight

“i haven’t told anyone! i promise, about you know - you being a - me-mermaid.”

you blurt out, nervous that he’s come here to ask about it

but he just puts his hands up and shakes his head

“thats great, but i was just going to say i never properly introduced myself. im mingi.”

he reaches out to take your hand as you say your name back

you expect he’ll just shake it, but instead he brings it up to his lips and gives it a gentle kiss

it makes goosebumps run up and down your spine and you chalk it up to the fact that he’s a mermaid, his manners must be on another level

“if you have time any of these days, id love it if you showed me around. ive been keeping to my house these days so i havent seen the town much.”

he starts and you nod, confused as to why your heartbeat is ringing in your ears just from all the attention from mingi

“s-sure. im free, anyday just tell me when. i have time on merda- i mean monday!”

you cover your mouth at the stutter but mingi just laughs

“sounds like a date then.”

he gets up and you jump to your feet too

“a- d-date? i mean - ok,,, a date-”

he leans in and that big smile is even cuter up close

“is that ok, a date with a mermaid?”

you hiccup, but nod

“y-yes it’ll b-be my first one!”

he laughs, “im glad to know im special. ill pick you up at one on monday then.”

you agree before you can really even orientate yourself - mingi is about to turn after waving when something above you in the sky turns grey

another summer storm

he looks over his shoulder and points to your clothesline

“need help before i go?”

he jokes and you think you go redder than his hair

#mingi au #mingi scenarios #mingi imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #members: ateez #sfw #donation commissions #mingi #mermaid!au

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( mercy, 21+, she/her, gmt-4. ) — yoo hasun ( & jung wooyoung, ateez ) is a twenty-two year old dreamer dreaming a dream of sparks who has been part of the Collective for ten months. he works as an ice skating instructor and is known for being trenchant and grudge-bearing. look closer, however, and you may find that he reminds you of ghost towns, a cutting gust of wind, and holding your breath for so long that your eyes burn with tears.

PROFILE :: BIO :: PLOTS :: STARTER IDEAS

hey streamers it’s mercy, here 2 introduce hasun, ur local washed up ice-skating-prodigy-turned-part-time-skating-instructor, nefarious speed demon, and hater of haters of pineapple on pizza. under the cut is a quick rundown of his personality + plot ideas & if you like this post i’ll come over n say hi!!

this is a muse who’s gone thru quite a few iterations tbh *smacks his head* this baby can pack so many au’s in him!! anyway, for self care, he pretends his past before the collective doesn’t exist. he’s unlikely to have deep past connections because he basically cut everyone from his past off rip (unless someone wants to plot some estranged siblings or smth bc id be so down), so if u want to just assume a basic connection through the collective and start a thread based on something from my starters page/another idea, lemme know hehe

personality:

[furious skating to rock bgm]

cool front but psychic: *looks in his brain* his brain: *is this* psychic: what the fuck

expert ghoster, has burned all bridges from his past and willing to do it again if necessary. joined the collective somewhat to figure out what was going on with the dreams (read: make them stop), but mostly because he felt so suffocated in his old life -- not that he’ll ever say much about it, and certainly nothing about his past as a gifted ice skater.

has Repressed energy but in a weird contradicting way bc he can be closed off but is VERY expressive with negative feelings (aka anger, complaints, dislikes, pet peeves). ice skating his one Love and the only way he can vent everything he’s feeling properly, even if it means staying out on the ice until his entire being’s numb and sore

his job is actually one of the few things he genuinely enjoys, but ironically, tragically, his resting bitch face leads people to believe otherwise

destructive but polite about it. like he’ll only wreck stuff that belongs to him or the government, not other people’s, ok

definitely knows he can be A Lot so he tries to minimize himself around other ppl he has no beef with. again, very polite. but if u irritate him....by god he will let it be known

kind of feral....like...very likely to get into a fight. unlikely to win but will go down swinging

kind of hates that he’s having these dreams and meeting others in them? because it feels v intimate and he’s one of those ppl who believe dreams are like....manifestations of ur deepest inner thoughts and stuff and he hates that others can access that part of him. so his fellow dreamers of sparks....if he sees u in his dream, he will probably bend over backwards trying to avoid u irl

he’s so lost? has absolutely nothing in mind about the future except “go forward,” and tbh, his personality has become so intense because of how hard he’s tried to pour himself into that one goal--because without it, what the hell does he have????

plot ideas:

lessons at the rink bro.... either people who hate him because of his stinky attitude or people who fear him LOL (not that theres really anything to be afraid of imo but ur muse can take this how they will ^I$$(#*)

ROOMMATE!! any gender!! i havent made anything canon abt where he lives except that it’s off campus, so if anyone needs a roommate hmu

someone who riles him up just as badly as he riles them up and it’s all snark and venom

fellow dreamers <333 he’s tamer in dreams and MIGHT EVEN SMILE OR LAUGH A LIL but he’d avoid them so bad irl TT

or get him drunk, he’s more fun then

someone who bails him out of fights he gets into

the actual person he almost gets into a fight with.........

someone who drags him out of the rink bc WHY is he still there at 1am

the Happy Optimistic One who offsets his attitude and somehow their dynamic works even tho on paper it sounds like a mess

someone who constantly sees him loitering around the butterfly house but never sees him go in bc he is scared of bugs LMFAO

if u read this far ily but if u didnt i still love u because i know it was kinda a lot gi990i43

#tdc:intro #i havent written properly in like a MONTH n thats way too long i cant wait to be hereee #intro

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djpurple3 · 4 years

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I Just Keep Losing My Beat - Chapter 6

ahaha i am a day early surprise!!!! I want to post like,,, another one tomorrow/soon i feel like i havent been putting anything out.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Relationships: Platonic Creativitwins. Eventual Intrulogical (Kinda starting this chapter woo!!). Do NOT tag as r*mr*m.

Characters: Remus Sanders; Roman Sanders; kid!Deceit (called William) Sanders; kid!Virgil Sanders; OCs; Logan Sanders; kid!Patton Sanders. [Yet to appear] teen!Sleep/Remy; Emile Picani

Genre: Human AU, Single Dad AU, Slowburn, hurt/comfort, both angst & fluff

Chapter’s Wordcount: 3,474 words [under the cut] (oop its a longboi)

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, Allusions to/mentions of Past Abuse, Swearing, Injuries/Dicussion of Injuries. - If there’s anything else lemme know and I’ll try and add it

Chapter 6/?

Chapter 6 YEEHAW

Remus kissed Virgil’s hair softly as the door closed behind them. “Shh, stormcloud,” he cooed, voice low and calm. “It’s okay, Virgil, it’s okay.” He checked to see if William was okay with him dropping his hand, before taking Virgil in his arms properly and trying to settle him. He didn’t have enough brain cells left to deal with today. But as he started gently swaying and humming something out of a Disney movie (his mind had yet to catch up on exactly what it was), Virgil started calming down. “You do well,” Mrs McGarva told him with a warm eyes and a soft smile, and Remus blinked, realising that he’d practically forgotten the other three strangers that were there. “Don’t mind those awful women, honey.” A smile flitted across Remus’ face. “I try not to,” he replied. “Thanks, though.” He looked down at William with the softest smile he could muster. “You got your stuff, rattlesnake?” William shook his head, his hand tightly fisting the fabric of Remus’ trouser leg. “That’s okay. Where’d you leave it?” “Classroom,” William mumbled back. “You might have to be more specific,” Remus pursed his lips, glancing around at the school walls. As William giggled to himself a little at that, the serious-looking man in the blue tie and black dress shirt spoke. “It’ll be our form room,” he offered. “Our?” Remus echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Ah, of course,” the man mumbled to himself, before addressing the two parents formally. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Logan Picani, and I have the honour of teaching your children.”

He offered his hand, first to Mrs McGarva, who shook it warmly and introduced herself as Dinah, before turning to Remus. Remus found himself staring for a moment, mouth hanging open just a little bit as he met Logan’s eyes for the second time. He had a feeling that Roman would be able to write a whole bunch of sonnets about Logan’s eyes. The kind of exact shade of brown they were that seemed to just radiate warmth and patience, even if his stern face didn’t express it. And if he cared to stare any longer (which if he was honest, he really, really wanted to), he might’ve been able to pick out the flecks of green and gold that he wasn’t quite sure if he was imagining or not. And Virgil began to babble excitedly in his ear, kickstarting Remus’ brain and he quickly accepted Logan’s hand with the smoothest smile he could. “Remus,” he replied, and it hit him in a rush just how awful he must look. “Remus Sanders.” It was a firm handshake. Logan squeezed his hand gently, and Remus begged himself not to read into that, not to read into that; it was probably just a muscle spasm. Probably. “It’s nice to meet you,” Remus followed up, kicking himself as soon as the words left his mouth because god, Remus, could you be any lamer. Logan’s lips moved in the ghost of a smile. “You too, Mr Sanders,” he replied. “Please,” Remus found himself saying as he let Logan take his hand back. “Call me Remus.” Logan’s eyebrow quirked upwards at that, and Remus had to bite his lip to try and stop the squeak that wanted to escape his throat. Then Logan smiled. “Very well, Remus,” he said, and Remus chose to hoist Virgil up onto his hip to stop him from thinking about just how pretty his own name sounded on Logan’s tongue. … Oh god. It turned sour in his gut, and Remus hoped he hadn’t gone pale. No. No, he wasn’t doing this right now. Couldn’t do this right now. “Alright, Will,” he turned to his son instead, who was glancing between his dad and his teacher with a strange look on his face. “Lead the way, rattlesnake.” William squinted at him. Then he turned to Margaret, and gave her a very big hug. “Are you okay, Maggie?” “Yeah,” she whispered, hugging back tightly. “Thanks, Will.” “It’s okay,” William said back, and it sounded surprisingly mature. “They aren’t allowed to hurt you.” Maggie buried her head in William’s shoulder for a moment, before going back to her mum. “Can we go home, Mama?” “Of course, pumpkin,” Dinah told her. “Thank you, little man.” William kicked at the ground, before turning back and taking Remus’ free hand and leading him down the corridor. “Bye, Maggie!” he called with a wave. “Bye, Will!” she called back. Logan walked with them, mostly quiet as they walked the halls, before William pushed open a classroom door and led Remus and his brother inside.

Logan followed them inside, letting Mr Sanders - sorry, Remus - step aside to wait for his son as he passed them, straight to the back of the room and to the young boy, his own son, who sitting at his desk, waiting. “Hi Dad!” Patton chirped, his legs swinging. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I am,” Logan said, leaning down to place a quick kiss into Patton’s wild, curly hair. “Thank you for waiting, Patton. I’m sorry I did not give you any forewarning.” Patton smiled brightly, putting his book away in his bag and bouncing to his feet, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist tightly. “That’s okay!” he said, his bright green eyes sparkling in such a familiar way that it softened Logan’s smile. “As long as you’re okay.” “Yes, yes,” Logan let Patton release him, before straightening the collar of his shirt and patting him on the shoulder. “I just had to sort out that fight at lunchtime with Mr Leese.” “Is everyone okay?” Patton gasped, eyes shining. “Yes, I think so,” Logan replied, avoiding glancing at the other family in the room as he packed his stuff up. “Are you all packed, Pat?” “Yep yep!” Patton said, scooping his backpack up and beaming at his father. Logan finally let himself glance at William and his family, who were beginning to head out the door. “Mr Picani?” Remus called, lingering in the doorway. “Yes?” “Thank you,” the man replied, and Logan took a moment to take in his somewhat worn clothes, his unshaved jaw, the heavy bags under his eyes, the tiredness in his eyes, and somewhere, in the back of his skull, Logan decided he liked this man. “You’re more than welcome,” he said. “And… Logan is fine.” He found himself rather liking the way Remus’ face softened. “Thank you,” he repeated softly, and the laughter lines around his eyes were quite striking. “Have a good evening, Logan.” And then he left. Logan stared after him for a moment, face twisting with an emotion he couldn’t quite place (one he didn’t want to place, if he was being perfectly honest), before Patton tugged on his sleeve, jarring him from his thoughts, and he shrugged on his jacket instead. “Alright,” he said, and his voice sounded distant to his own ears. “Let’s go home, Patton.”

Remus helped William put his bag in the boot, put Virgil in his carseat, and climbed into the driver’s seat before he let himself even try and think about this afternoon. “Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing his face tiredly. “What the fuck.” William watched him with concern, and a heart-wrenching undercurrent of fear. “I’m sorry, Da,” he said, looking down. “I didn’t want to get into trouble.” “I know, baby,” Remus replied, letting his hands fall to the steering wheel and smiling at his son. “I’m not mad in the slightest. Well, definitely not at you.” William’s wobbly lip broke into a tiny smile. “Okay,” he whispered. “What’s the time,” Remus mumbled, checking his phone, and he blinked at the fact that there were a couple texts from Roman. Oh, shit, he was supposed to pick his brother up. That was right. “Okay,” Remus started the car, huffing out a large sigh as he tried to focus his thoughts. “Go pick up Roman.”

Remus kept his eyes on the road and his thoughts in his head as he drove, and in five minutes, he was pulling up outside the cafe. Roman waved him down as if Remus were a taxi, a bright grin on his face and a bunch of documents tucked under his arm. As Remus pulled up, William scrambled out of the front seat to let Roman take it, strapping himself in next to Virgil as Roman slid in. “Oh my god,” he gushed, breathless, excited. “Remus, holy fuck.” Remus glanced over his shoulder exaggeratedly, shooting a fake scandalised look at William, who giggled. “Sorry,” Roman backed up, but he grabbed Remus’ hand. “But, Remus, holy fuck.” “It went well?” “Yes, it went well!” Roman shrieked, bouncing in his seat and waving the wad of papers that was tucked under his arm in Remus’ face. “I got the deal!” “Holy fuck!” Remus shrieked back, his face splitting into a huge smile. “Holy fuck, Roman!” “I know!” “I knew it!” Roman’s face was so bright, his eyes glittering with such an ocean of emotions Remus was sure they had a lot of unpack tonight, over a bottle or two of wine. “I did it,” he breathed, slumping back in his head and letting himself rake his hands through his hair in his relief. “Remus, I did it.” Remus leaned over and hugged him as best he could in these bucket seats. “I knew you could,” he gushed, squeezing his brother tight. “Shit, that’s amazing.” “I’m going to cry,” Roman declared, and the thickness in his voice assured Remus that that statement was more of a promise than a prediction. “I’m going to be published. I got the series greenlit. They’ll have me on for all four books.” Remus blinked furiously as his smile refused to die. “Damn straight they will!” he crowed, punching at the excitedly. “Holy fuck, my brother’s going to be famous.” “Remus, drive home,” Roman begged, and he was crying now. “I don’t want to have a breakdown in public.”

Remus let Roman go change from his more formal clothes, William to change out of his school clothes and sorted Virgil out. As Virgil was set in his playpen with the handful of toys Remus had found for him, Remus slumped into a stool at the kitchen counter and put his head in his hands. William got in a fight, and got hurt, and Roman got the deal. William was hurt! Remus leapt to his feet. He promised to sort William out.

He booked it up the stairs, stopping to fetch the first aid kit out of the bathroom, and gently knocked on William’s door. “Hey, rattlesnake,” he called. “Can I come in?” “Yeah,” came the reply. He pushed open the door, and William was sitting on his bed in a soft, worn, well-loved and comfortable t-shirt-and-shorts combo, pouring over his cardigan. “Hi Da,” he said, and his voice was all quiet and nervous. “Are you okay, Will?” Remus tried to fight down how worried he sounded. “I brought the first aid kit for your cheek.” William looked up at his father. “I ripped my cardy,” he said, and, bless him, he sounded so very upset. “I’m sorry, Da.” Remus smiled softly, coming and sitting next to William on his bed. “I’m not upset,” he told him. “Would you like me to try and fix it?” William nodded immediately, handing Remus his cardigan. There was a large hole in the arm, above the elbow. “Are you okay?” Remus asked, gently turning William to investigate the corresponding bandaged spot. “Is everything else all fixed up?” “Uh huh,” William said, eyes diverted. “Can I fix your face for you?” William’s eyes were on the floor. “Uh huh,” he said none-the-less.

Remus went slow, careful, ready to withdraw at a moment’s notice, but William held very still, even as he flinched under Remus’ touch. Even despite the wonderful revelation of Roman’s, it couldn’t tamp down the fury that set Remus’ blood on fire at the sight of these gauge marks on his son’s face. Maybe it was him and his thoughts spinning him a horrible little explanation, but it looked like someone had been planning on going for William’s eye. “What a nasty little beast,” Remus growled under his breath. “Was it the Nicholls boy? He had the sharpest nails.” William nodded quietly. “Why, Will?” Remus asked softly as he gently sponged the scratches clean. “Why did you start it?” William sucked in a breath, eyes flitting away, before he looked at his dad. “Can you keep a secret, Da?” Remus fitted a bandage over William’s face, under his eye, another on his temple. “Of course, rattlesnake,” he said seriously. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, and stick a cupcake in my eye.” William smiled at the promise, but Remus could feel how William was shaking. “I didn’t,” he whispered. “Maggie did.” Remus’ lips quirked to the side. He had a funny feeling that might’ve been the case. “Maggie bit Adam, too,” William gushed, and he had teared up. “They were being really rude and mean, and Maggie punched Sam, and I don’t know what happened but she was on the ground and he was pulling her hair and I had to help! S-so I tried to pull him off Maggie but Adam pushed me over and ripped my cardy, and then he started to kick me when I got up again, a-and, and, and-” William fell into Remus, wordlessly begging for a hug as he started to cry. “Oh, Will,” Remus wrapped his arms around him, carefully, now he knew those little beasts had kicked him too. “You were really brave.” William buried his face in his shirt and sobbed. “Baby, why did you lie about it to Mr Leese?” “‘Cos then Maggie would get in trouble, and then they’d be right,” was all William managed to say, and Remus’ face dropped and he pressed kisses into William’s hair. “A-and ‘cos I’m a boy! Boys bite people. Girls aren’t supposed to.” “I think girls can bite people too,” Remus offered, trying to ease the tension but William didn’t lift his head from where he’d buried it in his chest, and Remus’ heart sank as he realised he could’ve made it worse. “And I like Maggie,” William kept going, kept trying to explain. “She isn’t mean to me! She doesn’t make fun of my eye, or find you weird. She sits with me at lunchtimes! We share our lunch.” Remus frowned. “She doesn’t get a lot of food,” William explained. Neither do we, Remus didn’t say, and made a mental note to try and add more to William’s lunchbox, if he could. “How do people find me weird, William?” “Sam and Stacy and Johnny and Adam and Frankie told me it’s weird that I don’t have a mom and that you’re too weird to be my dad,” William whispered, hands fisting Remus’ shirt tightly as he gasped for air. Remus stared blankly at the window. Everything seemed to all want to come back to that, recently, didn’t it? “I’m sorry, Will,” he heard himself say, and was shocked at how broken his own voice was, and when he managed to direct himself back into the moment, he was crying too. William snuggled into him, his tears seeming to have run their course. “You’re so brave,” Remus repeated, holding him tighter. “You’re so, so brave.” He knew how hard going to school with half a childhood could be. “I hope you know you’re so much better than they all say,” he started to ramble. “I hope you know that school is so hard and cruel and you’re doing so well.” He could feel William nodding more than he could see it. “I’m sorry for making you sad,” he whispered, and the grief in his tone nearly broke Remus’ heart. “We’re supposed to be happy for Uncle Roman, and I made you sad.” “No, no, rattlesnake,” Remus corrected gently. “You haven’t done a thing wrong. You haven’t made me sad at all. This is me upset at those other children. And at the world. Not you at all.” Remus let William wriggle out his arms and get up and stand. The bandages really washed out his face, the stark white drawing out the milkiness of his blind eye. “Don’t apologise, William,” Remus said, rising to his feet and picking William up, swinging him around, hugging him tightly. “You’re okay in my books.” William plastered a little kiss on Remus’ scratchy cheek. “Thanks, Da,” he replied. “You too.”

He sent William downstairs to watch TV, because he deserved something that might cheer him up, and came out of William’s room rubbing eyes dry as Roman bounded out of the bathroom, and that excited fire still burning in his eyes. He stopped dead at the sight of his brother. Remus, to his credit, straightened up immediately and beamed right back, but Roman rushed over and put his hands on Remus’ shoulders. “Don’t you even dare try to bullshit me,” he said, voice low. “What’s happened?” Remus tried to smile, he really did. “William got in a fight today at school,” he informed his brother, and decided to sound as detached about it as possible. “He got hurt.” Roman’s eyes studied Remus’ face. “Is he okay?” he asked. “He’s got some injuries,” Remus said, looking away, and Roman let him, not forcing the eye contact. “Grazes, bruises, nasty scratches on his face.” Roman pulled him in tight for a hug. “He was defending his friend from a pair of racist little shitheads,” Remus continued, letting his head fall to Roman’s shoulder and staring blankly at the wall even as Roman embraced him. “Apparently said some awful stuff about William too.” “Just about William?” Roman queried softly, pulled back to watch Remus’ face. As Remus stared at the wall, a tear rolled down his face unbidden. “Apparently he’s being bullied for his quote-unquote “weird” father and his lack of a…” Remus swallowed, and tried again. His voice gave out on him. He couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence. “Oh, Remus,” Roman hushed, hugging him tightly again, like he didn’t know what else to do to alleviate the pain. Remus shook his head, eyes still unfocussed. “I’m ruining it,” he whispered. “Roman, you did the thing you’ve worked so hard for, and here I am, crying in the hallway.” Roman shook his head right back. “Don’t be so dismissive,” he replied, squeezing Remus’ shoulders tight. “That hurts. You’re allowed to hurt. Hurting doesn’t follow a schedule. You’re allowed to be both upset and happy in one day. I’m still going to have the deal tomorrow.” Remus squeezed his eyes tightly closed, before finally looking at his brother and finally hugging him back. “Thanks,” he murmured. “I’m just worried, I guess.” “What about?” “I said some stuff to the other kids’ parents I’m probably going to regret revealing,” Remus sighed. “The wives, the two of them, they were just awful.” “Well,” Roman sing-songed, “judging by the abysmal way they raised their own children, they aren’t anyone to judge!” Remus let out a little gruff bark of laughter at that. “C’mon,” Roman said, leading Remus to his bedroom door. “I’ll take us out for dinner. My shout. You need to freshen up a bit, though.” “Just say I look like shit and move on,” Remus grumbled without any heat, bumping his door open with his hip. “Alright, you look like shit,” Roman told him, and that eased a smile back onto his brother’s face. “Thanks,” he replied, winking at Roman and doing his best to smile roguishly, “I work very hard for this look.” Roman laughed, and shoved him by the shoulders into his room. “Come on! Get out of that awful uniform for once in your life! We’re going to find you a look for tonight!” “How far is tonight going?” Remus half-laughed as Roman pushed him forward. “As far as we like!” Roman declared. “I called our babysitter! You know Remy. They’re always happy to do Friday nights.” Remus turned and looked at Roman with an excited gleam. “We can go out out?” “Yeah!” Roman replied, and he refused to show any concern at the fact that Remus hadn’t clicked that was what he’d meant until now. “We can go for-real out. But not when you look like death warmed up and got a retail job.” Remus laughed, a loud cackle that brought his face to life. “Alright, Mister Wardrobe Co-ordinator,” he taunted, striding across the room and throwing open his closet doors dramatically. “Make me pretty.” Roman crossed the room with the force of a hurricane, and Remus might’ve seen his life flash before his eyes as Roman approached, with a wicked smirk, crowing, “I thought you’d never ask!”

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skjudhglsdlg hi!!! Roman has good news!!! Will’s gonna be okay i promise. and next chapter Remy’s gonna show up and it’s, uh, there’s (angst and also) bants!!!

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tvheadfalls · 4 years

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feels bad for not posting in a while so posts picture of an au of my ocs i havent told anyone about with a character that i havent even properly introduced bc im a genius

#shifter squad!#felice #bug #draws #oc

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fantasykidofkpop · 3 years

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My Super Girlfriend pt 1

Nct Taeil x reader (ft. Johnny)

Nerd! Artist!Taeil x Super!reader

Superhero au Strong Woman Do Bongsoon au

Description: Every superhero saves the day and rescues a girl. But what if a girl with super inhuman abilities, saves the day and rescues her nerdy lover.

Quote: With great power, comes great responsibility

Taeil asks himself everyday whenever he comes home from his date

"How did I, a low life, an outcast, a nerd, get the most adorable and the most beautiful girl in all of Seoul."

Taeil and Y/N were together ever since senior year of High School

You been together for 3 years and Taeil could have been any happier with his lovely girl

But was he didn't know.... that his girlfriend has a secret

3 years ago, senior year, in high school

Taeil was always getting picked on and was always the bully's target

Especially, for Johnny Seo, the school's heartthrob, captain of the basket ball team

Johnny and some of his team members (Taeyong, Jaehyun and Ten) would always pick on Taeil and sometimes beat the crap out of him if he didn't or refuses to do their assignments

Taeil sometimes come home with bruises, a black eye and a busted lip

Whenever his parents ask about his wounds, he would lie by saying

"Oh, I bumped into a lamp post" "I tripped on the side walk" etc

Taeil knew if he told his parents, they would have move and transfer him to a different school

He wanted to stay, only to study Art

Sometimes, at night, he lays on his bed, stares at the ceiling, and wishes for tomorrow to be better day

"Please, let tomorrow be a brand new day"

The moment he fell into deep slumber

His wish came true

The next day, this morning was the same

Taeil walked to his locker, when he opened it, fake spiders came out of his locker

Even though they're fake, but he has a phobia of spiders

Taeil shrieks

Loud laughter came from behind

Johnny and friends were laughing really hard

Everyone laughed with them

"Same old scared little Taeil" Johnny says

"Oh wait, he's still little!" Ten shouts

Everyone laughs while Taeil looks at his feet in embarrasment

"See you later Short Stack!" Johnny yells and high fives his friends and leaves

I knew it, he thought

"Hey bro, you okay?" His bestfriend Mark asks while helping him

Him and Mark have been best friends since the were in middle school

"Yeah, I'm fine" he says

They both walk to their first period class

"Hey I heard there is a new student coming to our school" Mark points out

"Oh really?" Taeil asks

"Yeah, they say the new student is a girl, but I havent seen her yet"

"Oh okay" he says a little nervously

"I hope she'll treat you right" Mark reasures

They both entered the class and sat down in their assigned seats

While everyone was waiting for the teacher, Taeil kept thinking about what the new student would be like

His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher mr. Choi (SuJu Choi Siwon)

"Good morning class, before we begin our lesson, we have a new student joining us today, she new around her, make her feel welcome." He say while pointing at all of us

Mr.Choi gestures the new student to come in

The moment she walked in, Taeil's world stopped

His eyes widen and mouth parted in awe

Everything was in slow motion

Your hair flow a little behind and the sun reflected your soft hair

There stood before him, was a smiling beauty

You looked ethereal to him, like aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty

Taeil's heart beated fast like it was going to burst out of his chest by now

Mr.Choi gestures you to introduce herself

"Annyonghasaeyo, my name is Dong Y/n, im from Shanghai, China, please take care of me." You smile brightly showing your pearly whites

Your voice, was so beautiful, sounded like an angel's voice and it felt smooth like whipped cream

All of the guys were swoon by your smile

While some of the girls were jealous of your beauty and your figure

Taeil was lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that he called by the teacher

He got startled by his yell

"I said, Taeil raise your hand" Mr.Choi says sternly

He shakely raise his hand

When your meet his, you gave him another beautiful smile

His heart was beating at a fast rate when you came towards him

When you sat down next to him, Taeil was freaking out on the inside

"Hello, Taeil" you smiled at him and took your hand for him to shake

He froze again and came back to reality when you greeted him

"H-h-hi" he says while timidly taking his hand out to shake your hand

"H-how do you know my name?" He says shyly and awkwardly

His heart flutterd when he heard your giggle

"The teacher called on you, silly" you said while giggling

His cheeks started to heat up and looked away in embarassment

Through out the class period, Taeil could hardly pay attention to the lesson

He couldn't help but stare at your face

You have flawless skin, cute button nose, soft rosy cheeks, pink plump lips

And MOST of all, your big bright blue eyes

Honestly for Taeil, he's never seen anyone with bright blue eyes before

Blue is actually his favorite color

He uses blue colors for when he's painting the ocean or a lake

Yours eyes were like the color of the ocean

They reminded him of his paintings of the ocean

He was so lost in your beauty, that the bell rang, ending first period

"Dude, class ended, didn't you hear the bell?" Mark calls out

Taeil came back to reality "h-huh what?"

"Are you okay, your face is really red and are you sweating?" Mark asks

He checks himself, and starts feeling embarased

"It's just so hot in this room" he lies

"You sure it was from Y/N?" Mark says with a smirk

"I don't know what you mean, lets go!" He says quickly

And speed walks out of the classroom

2nd period, Taeil's scariest period

Exercising is not the problem

His worst nightmare has the same class with him

JOHNNY SUH

Its scary when Mark doesn't have 2nd period with Taeil

Everyone was already dressed in their gym wear and so is Taeil

While everyone was stretching and waiting for the teacher

The girl's dressing room door opens

Taeil looks up and his eyes widens and his jaw drops in awe

You looked so stunning in your black sports bra and sweats

You such an amazing hourglass body

All of the boys were drooling, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil couldn't look away, its like he was hypnotized by your body

When your eyes meet his, you smiled sweetly and started walking towards him

The way your ponytail bounced

The way your hips swayed

It was driving him crazy

Taeil suddenly felt himself being pushed to the ground

"Out of my way!" Johnny yells

Yup, he pushed him 😑

"Hey, beautiful, we haven't been properly introduced, the names Johnny" he says with a flirty smile and kisses your hand

Taeil felt anger and jealousy rushing through his body

"Nice to meet you too, Johnny" you said in a gentle voice ignoring his flirting

"What should I call you, Im guessing your name is gorgeous goddess?" He flirts again

"Thanks for the compliment, the names Y/N Dong Y/N"

"Wait, Dong Y/N, like as in, Dong Sicheng?" Johnny asks in a surprised voice

"Yes, he's my little brother" you said with a small smile

Everyone especially Taeil were shocked

Nobody knew that Dong Sicheng

A.K.A. Winwin, Student Council President

Has an older sister

"Anyway, there are a bunch of nut jobs in this school, especially him" he points at Taeil

"But don't worry, I'll always be there to protect you, sweet heart" he winks

He looks down and waits for you to laugh at Johnny's insult

"I don't think so, he seems sweet" you said the honest truth

That made Taeil go red as a tomato

Jaehyun, Taeyong and Ten snickered

Johnny scoffs

"Yeah, right. Well anyway, beautiful, if you want or need after school physical education, come to me. I promise to keep that gorgeous body in shape" he says by using his hands to motion your body

"Ok, I'll think about it" you said with a gentle smile

Before Johnny could speak, PE teacher mr.Lee (Lee Dong-hae SuJu) came in and blew his whistle

"Alright everyone, today is Friday, I have a surprise in store for you guys" he smirks

Taeil was not liking this feeling

"Today, were doing, drum roll please" he points at Ten

Ten pats the bleacher to resemble a drum

"Wrestling!" He shouts

Everybody were shouting in excitement, especially Johnny and his friends

Taeil felt he's going to pee himself any second now

"Alright, who wants to go?" He's says in anticipation

"Me mr.Lee!" Johnny shouts

"Yes, my tall handsome star student, get up here!" He smiles

He runs up to the center onto the gymnastic matt

"Pick your opponent"

He playfully looks around and spots Taeil

Johnny evilly smirks and points at him

"Moon Taeil !"

Taeil was beyond mortified

Everyone ooohed and silently laughs, except you

He shakely stands up and walks to the center

"You can do this Taeil !" You shouted

Taeil felt his fear wash away from your cheers

Until

Whistle blows

Taeil gets punched in the stomach

"One point to Johnny!" Mr.Lee shouts

Everyone except you claps

"Round 2!"

Taeil tries to push Johnny down, but he wasn't strong enough

Johnny and the students started laughing at his lack of strength

You, on the other hand, were cheering for Taeil

"Come on Taeil, you can do it!"

Taeil was suddenly punched in the face and got kneed in the stomach

He fell to the ground, breathing heavily

"Winner! Johnny" mr.Lee shouts and raises Johnny's arm

Everyone claps and chants out Johnny's name

You ran to Taeil and helped him up

"Are you okay?" You asked softly

He looks up and sees your beautiful face

"Am I in Heaven?" He asks almost in a conscious state

"No, your on the floor, lets get you back on the bleachers, silly" you said while giggling

You helped him back on the bleachers

"Who wants to go up against, Johnny?" Mr.Lee asks in anticipation

Nobody answers until...

"I will !" You shouted and raised your hand

Everyone, including the coach, Johnny and Taeil gasped

"W-w-well a-are you sure?" Coach asks

You nodded while gently smiling

You walk up to the center and stood 2 feet in front of Johnny

Taeil was really worried, if you get hurt, it felt like it be his fault for putting yourself on his spot

"Ready!" Blows the whistle

"I'll take it easy on you, beautiful" he says with a flirty smile and winks

Before he finish his sentence

In a blink of an eye

You got him in a choke hold and took him down with a loud thud

Everyone was shooked, including Taeil and coach

"How did she do that!" He thought

"Uh-uh one point to Y/N" coach stutters

Before Taeil could process anything, he saw something really strange

Your eyes

They were blue earlier, but when you took down Johnny, your eye color turned RED

And he had no idea that a sweet and innocent girl like you

Be that strong to take down a 6 foot tall basket ball player

"Final round!" Blows whistle

Johnny strikes a punch

But, you dodged his punch and swiftly flipped over Johnny

Everyone's jaws dropped and eyes widened

Nobody has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling

Not even his team mates

Nobody, except Taeil, notice your eyes change back to their original color

"What is she?!" He screams internally

You looked at everyone with an innocent look

"Um, did I go too far?" You asked in a small gentle voice

Everyone jumps out of there seats and claps while cheering you

Taeil, couldn't process what just happened and just stared at you in amazement

Johnny, on the other hand, couldn't believe what just happened

He sits up looks at you in shock

A girl, a beautiful, innocent girl, just took down a 9 time basket ball champion

His teams mates helped him up

"Bro, that was INSANE!" Ten exclaims

"She must've worked a lot" Jaehyun guesses

"Yeah, but I gotta admit, that's MY kind of woman" Johnny looks at you with a smirk while wipping the sweat off him

You thanked everyone for giving you compliments, then coach blew his and told everyone sit back down

Everyone had 10 minutes left of class, so coach Lee let everyone have free time

Taeil calms himself down and drinks his bottle of water

"Taeil !" You called him

He looks up and sees you jogging up to him with a gentle smile

He was infactuated by you

They way your hair moves when you jog

Sweat dripping

Then his eyes accidentally when down your chest

The way your breast bounce lightly

To be honest, for Taeil, you breast were like the perfect size

Like they were sculpted, like the greek goddesses

He hasn't realize that you're in front of him and he's beet red

"Hey Taeil, are you alright ?" You asked worriedly

"I think I'm in love" he says faintly

"What?" You asked

He broke out of his thoughts, and looks at you and starts stuttering

"Oh uh, I mean that, I think I'm in love with your fighting techniques?" He lies

You giggled

"Thank you," you said with a smile

"How did you do that, no one has ever beaten Johnny at wrestling" he asks in astonishment

"Oh, my father taught me some of his greatest martial art skills" you said

"That's amazing, I'd like to meet him one day" he says in excitement

Then, you looked down in sadness

"Actually, my father passed away when I was 8" you said sadly

Taeil felt guilty for asking that question

"Don't be, its alright" you said gently

"Oh oka-" before he finishes his sentence

How did you know he was feeling guilty

"How did you know that I felt guilty?" He asks supiciously To be continued

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kimjichim · 5 years

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Expectations | 01

Summary: One night out is all you need to get your heart snatched. You can call him a friend, a fuckbuddy or the guy you’re currently seeing. The label doesn’t matter. That’s what you both agreed on and you’re okay with that; until you realised you weren’t.

Genre: College! AU, fluff??? idk sis but soon to be hella fluff n later angst n meybe smutty idk (just letting yall know)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1,334 (hella short srry)

Warnings: none atm apart from swearing~~

A/N: hi bitches im back after 3 years mwahahaaaa. honestly, idk if any of yall even remember me but like this time round i actually wanna properly start writing more (esp cos its gonna help with my HSC) and ill have a lot more time from now on cos im graduating hs soon!!!! this story is lowkey based on smth that happened to me a few months ago but obvs with tweaks here n there. my writing is hella rusty so sorry if it’s dry. its not really a full chapter but i really wanted to release it before i throw it away like always yeet. i promise to release the next one soon~~~. if yall got any feedback, it would be much appreciated TTTT would you like a 3-4 chapter piece? or a slow burn series? lemme knowww cos i havent fully thought about what i wanna do with this story yet. hope yall like the intro thoughjgghg <3 <3

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You’re still not used to it. The loud music blasting into your ear from every corner of the street and the hoards of people that walk past. It’s a Friday night and you wanna let loose this holidays, especially since you just recently turned the legal age. You’re just as excited and nervous as the first time you’ve ever walked into a bar. The nagging thought of the bouncers not letting you in persists at the back of your mind. You present your ID and give them a small smile, all the while fidgeting with your fingers behind you. However, your worries are immediately washed away as they smile back and step aside to let you in.

You walk in with Jinhee, one of your good friends who invited you out tonight to get you into the clubbing scene. Initially, you agreed in excitement and was looking forward to tonight for the whole week. But now that you’re here, you’re not so hyped anymore, especially now that you realise you have to introduce yourself to Jinhee’s friends. Meeting new people? While you’re sober? Nope, no thanks.

Regardless, you stick closely behind Jinhee as she struts over to the bar and orders a few drinks while you scan the area, appreciating the chill vibe in the bar. People are generally huddled in their groups all erupting in laughter and talks. The girls look stunning in their outfits and the guys look clean and fit.

“Y/N. Here,” You turn your head to Jinhee while she hands you two drinks, “Gin and tonic. That’s your favourite, right?”

You smirk and nod before you notice another two drinks in her hands. Why do we have so ma-

“We’re starting off strong tonight, I want to be wasted when we get into the club.” She smirks.

You scoff in disbelief, “You mean to say that these two will be all you need tonight, right? Lightweight.”

“Oh, shut up.” she retorts, “Come on, my friends are sitting on the other side.”

You follow her without a word and mentally prepare yourself for all the names you’re gonna have to remember for the night. Thankfully, the drinks kicked in faster than it usually did, allowing your social skills to skyrocket. The girls were all so nice and looked amazing in their outfits and the guys were really sweet as well. So many different conversations filled the circle and it was absolutely chaotic, but you didn’t mind it for some reason.

“Hey guys, we should head to the other bar in the next block for another round. Heard it was really nice there.” One of the guys shouted. Taejun, was it?

“You really want to see those dancers, huh?” one shouted back, throwing his arm over his shoulders, instantly going for the choke-hold, “Taehyung, you horny motherfucker.” Oh fuck, wrong name. I must be drunk.

You pay no mind to it as the need to freshen yourself suddenly overcomes you as you stand from the stool. You decide to sober up a bit before you leave and grab onto Jinhee while everyone starts heading off.

“Jinhee, I’ll be in the bathroom. Wait for me before we leave, okay?” You ask.

She throws the okay sign while stumbling towards the entrance to catch up to everyone else.

“That bitch better not ditch me like last time.” You mumble to yourself, doubtful of Jinhee due to her intolerance to alcohol.

Well, at least I’m having a good time. I haven’t had this much fun in awhile. You’re glad you came out and met some new people; you could really use some time to lighten yourself up from all that torture in the last semester.

You step out of the bar, expecting Jinhee to jump out at you, nagging you for being too slow but she’s nowhere to be seen. You sigh in disappointment. Figured. You pull out your phone to call Jinhee but is stopped by a sudden invasion of personal space.

“Y/N, right? Let’s go, Jinhee said that everyone will be waiting at the next place.”

You look up at his face in confusion before you realise that he was one of Jinhee’s friends.

“Oh shit, uhh, Taehyuk, right?” You ask while stumbling. Jesus, my tolerance must’ve gotten lower too, I can’t think straight.

“Hahaha, close. My name is Taehyung. Good try though.” He snickers.

Motherfu-

“God dammit, I’m so sorry. I’m really bad with names,” You stammer, “especially when I’m drunk.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he smiles, “We’re all like that when we’re a bit tipsy.”

Wow, cute smile.

“We should probably start heading over to where everyone else is.”

You nod in approval and begin walking through the busy streets. The two of you maintain a good conversation along the way, getting to know each other and finding similar interests. Throughout the ten minute walk. You couldn’t get over how good looking this guy was. His sharp, dark eyes were so mesmerising. There was a cute mole on his tall nose and his lips were of a pretty pink. Not to mention his freaking hair. It looked like black silk shining against the lights. It was luscious and so soft-looking. I would do anything to run my hand through his hair right now.

Unfortunately, your alone time with Taehyung came to an end as you finally met up with the rest of the group. You see Jinhee with her two bottles of soju, giving you the dirtiest look while being barely able to stand. You immediately walk over to her without much thought or any more exchange with Taehyung, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“This is for me, I assume?” You say with a glare, snatching the bottle out of her hand.

She ignores you and looks over your shoulder at Taehyung, which your eyes naturally follow.

“Already getting a hot one, huh?” She snickers.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t ditch me in the first place.” You grumble back.

“Your welcome.”

You sigh once again while downing a bit of the soju you stole from Jinhee and occasionally glance over to Taehyung. You two make eye contact from time to time and give a friendly smile but you don’t push for more. That small ten minute conversation was enough for you to constantly sneak glances at him. You’re not complaining though, he is really pleasing to look at. You feel like a child staring at a really expensive toy at the display window.

The night slowly moves on as you meet more and more people, all the while involuntarily having your eyes drawn to Taehyung, wherever he is; as if you have a radar on him this whole time. However, you don’t dwell on him for much longer than two seconds, allowing yourself to fully enjoy your night with your newly found friends.

The night was finally about to get started when Taehyung caught you glancing over at him once again. Reflexively, you smile but he doesn’t return the smile like he usually does. It throws you off guard and you freeze in shock before quickly turning your head back to the current conversation. You can feel your face and ears getting rapidly warmer. Shortly after, you feel a presence behind you and hear a deep voice call out your name.

“Y/N?” It’s Taehyung. You turn around. “We’re heading off to the club now, you wanna join us?”

“Uhh-” You immediately look towards Jinhee to ask if everyone was ready to leave before you get cut off by her loud voice.

“C’mon everyone! It’s time to hit the club, let’s go!!” Jinhee exclains to group while shuffling everyone towards the exit and gives you a small wink. That sly fox. You think in amusement.

“Alright, shall we head?” Taehyung asks while he cocks his head to the side.

You simply nod and follow him. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system but you can’t seem to control your excitement at the possible opportunities that could follow tonight.

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cordytriestowrite · 6 years

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Late Night Study Session

Bucky x Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Summary: Finally, the handsome Steve Rogers takes up your offer to be study buddies and you swear you could make it more if only Bucky Barnes wasn't everywhere you turned. (College AU)

Bucky had to pry your arms off of him after shutting off his motorcycle, obviously in good spirits despite your fear. When he pulled the helmet off your head your sense of hearing returned and you could hear the indistinct thumping bass coming from the two story house you stood before.

"Come on, let's get in there. Get our party on." You turned back to Bucky, catching him in a silly yet graceful set of moves. His tongue touched his upper lip and suddenly you found your tension slip away. You laughed genuinely at him and allowed him to put his arm around your shoulder and lead you inside. This is the stress relief you needed. Sure a bath would have been nice, but drinking and partying with friends was the quintessential college stress reliever. Bucky opened the front door confidently and led you inside.

The music was even louder inside. You felt the bass in your chest and allowed yourself to slow and take in the scene. There weren't tons of people from what you could see. A handful were dancing in the living room, a smaller amount were standing in the open kitchen playing beer pong, and looking straight through to the back of the house you could see a large firepit and a few faces illuminated by the flames, including Tony's. You pulled Bucky's attention away from the kitchen and pointed outside. You expected him to release you, to join the group playing beer pong and leave you to your friend, but his arm remained around your back as you both made your way through the house.

"Babe, you made it!" Tony bellowed as soon as you opened the sliding glass door. He moved precariously around the flames to hug both of you around the middle and place big, wet, drunk kisses on your cheeks. You laughed along with the rest of the partygoers enjoying the open air.

"Sorry we're late," Bucky began, catching everyone attention and settling down the giggles. "But someone," he glared playfully at you, "was being difficult."

"Oh that's just like her." Tony scoffed. It really wasn't 'just like you' and though you tried to protest that flow of conversation ended and everyone easily went back to their own repartee. You could only glare not-so-playfully at Bucky as Tony made his way back to his seat.

You were being guided yet again by your ever present nuisance to a set of empty camping chairs in between an unfamiliar man and....

You pulled yourself out from Bucky's side at the sight of Steve. Did he think you two were together because Bucky's arm had been so comfortably across your neck before? Shit, you didnt even know he would be here! Why didnt he tell you? Why didnt he ask you to come with him? You feel the tension slowly build back into your chest. If it wasn't school you were stressed about it had to be your love life. You were about to take the seat next to Steve, hoping to salvage your single image and restate your availability when you were forcibly moved one seat down by hands on your hips. Of course Bucky would literally interfere with you and Steve.

The men started a discourse easily, including Sam who was sitting next to Steve. You felt awkward watching them chatter on when you were so obviously not invited to join them. You suddenly felt alone, even bitterly wishing Buck's attention was back on you.

"Hey, we havent ever been properly introduced. I'm Bruce." The stranger next to you offered his hand, which you took after an embarrassingly long moment, offering your own name.

"I know." He said with a small shrug, "Natasha talks about you all the time."

"Oh, you know Nat?" Your curiosity was piquied at the connection to your roommate.

Before Bruce could respond Nat opened the sliding glass door and joined you outside, as if summoned by the sound of her name. She carried two red solo cups in one hand right toward you. Your brow was furrowed as you watched her settle into Bruce's lap and hand him one of the cups.

"Hey roomie." She said casually, taking a long sip from her cup.

"Hey." You continued to stare at the canoodling couple. They seemed too comfortable to have just met, and too innocent in their touches to be a casual hookup. You could only come to one conclusion.

"Are you two dating?" You finally asked. Bruce and Nat nodded in tandem. While Nat's face remained ever impassive, Bruce looked at you quizzically.

"Its been about a year now. Did Natasha never tell you or something?" He laughed out the question as if it was an unbelievable thought. Nat's eyes didn't meet yours as she took another sip from her cup. Bitterness rose like bile in your throat and you felt it burn through to your eyes. You laughed along with Bruce but the sound was empty.

Sure, your roommate kept you at a distance, always vague about her past and personal life, but after three years of living in tight quarters you thought she would have told you she was dating someone, especially for almost a year. There was so much you had shared in an attempt to connect with her and right here in front of your own eyes was something she chose to withhold. You felt betrayed in a way, and now so much lonelier than you had felt only minutes ago. Your mood was tanking fast.

"I'm going to grab a drink." Your voice came roughly as you announced your exit to nobody in particular. You stood from the chair and made your way inside, not looking back.

You let the heavy bass mix around the bitterness and loneliness as it shook your empty chest. There were too many people around, the living room was too loud and the kitchen was too bright. A drink would have been nice but right now you needed to wipe your eyes of the tears you were struggling to keep from running loose. You turned down a short hallway in search of the bathroom and found it behind the second door you opened.

The bathroom was quiet and clean and if it weren't for the muffled babble and laughter that occasionally broke through your sniffles you could believe it was okay to wallow here forever. You cleared your nose and wiped your eyes hurridly, not wanting to be gone for too long or monopolize the bathroom. You were splashing some cold water on your cheeks when a rough knock came to the door making you jump. You checked your face again quickly assessing your red rimmed eyes before opening the door, keeping said red eyes downcast.

"Sorry." You apologized to the awaiting patron. You moved out of their way to allow passage only to find yourself pushed unceremoniously back into the small room.

"Why are you crying?" You heard Tony ask as he closed and locked the door.

You found fresh tears making their way down your cheeks and you didnt bother to wipe them away. You sat on the closed lid of the toilet and allowed your closest friend to offer his metaphorical shoulder. His real shoulder was too busy leaning against the door, barring it from any escape.

"Did you know she had a boyfriend? I didn't. She didn't tell me. She never tells me anything, Tony. I thought we were friends."

Your head remained lowered as you revealed your heart, but as always Tony was there right in your face. He shook your shoulders none too gently and his eyes met yours.

"Who needs a friend like her when you have a friend like me, huh? Am I not good enough for you?" You allowed a giggle to push it's way through the lump in your throat and Tony's face exploded with his million-watt smile. He landed a gentle punch to your chin before grabbing your cheeks, pulling and pushing them until your laughs echoed against the small, tiled walls.

"You always got me," he whispered, staring at you lovingly. You nodded in agreement. "And you also have that hot piece of ass out there. I'm sure he'd be happy to take your mind off of the roommate drama."

You rolled your eyes, moving your hands to Tony's shoulders and shaking him as roughly as you could.

"He's not anything to me Tony, you know I like Steve. All Bucky has done is get in my way." Your grumblings did nothing to change Tony's mind. You found your melancholy replaced with exasperation, which was probably Tony's intention.

"You keep telling yourself you like Steve, but look in here," he pushed a finger harshly into your chest, "and in those trashy books you're obsessed with and realize you've always been about the bad boys, darlin'."

You were about to protest, come to Steve's defence as well as your own, but Tony pulled you up and opened the door, pushing you out before you could say a word.

With Tony Stark by your side it was hard to remain gloomy, that's why you loved him despite all his other...qualities. He kept your mind occupied with dancing and gossip and your hand always held a cup or a can. Tony must have also made sure Natasha and Bruce kept their distance, as you didnt see them the rest of the night.

"Middle." Sam called his shot before the small ball soared through the air and bounced off the rim of the middle cup. Sam, Steve, and Bucky groaned from their side of the table while you, Tony, and Thor jeered. Thor was a nice addition to the night, and as the host of the party it was hard to say no to letting him join your game. He had an arm on him and good aim.

"Far left." Thor called in his deep, accented voice and you watched it sail with bated breath. The ball landed perfectly within the called cup, not even touching the rim. Another cheer errupted from your team.

"Good thing you're letting us stay over Odinson," Sam shouted over your celebration. "Because I'm fucked up. That's the only reason we're losing."

"All losers are welcome in my home." Thor boomed, his arms extending wide. You ducked out of the way of his long reach, but he only grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you into his side. "And winners too of course."

You laughed and wriggled from his grasp, his jovial spirit not effected by your discomfort. Your eyes flicked to Steve, to see if he held any jealousy in his eyes, any longing stare at seeing another man's arms around you, but his focus was on his turn, the ball already in his hand ready to throw.

Steve managed to take out another cup, bringing you down to a tie with three cups remaining. With your turn you stepped up to the table. You were by far the weakest link on the team, though Thor more than made up for your terrible aim. You didn't bother calling your shot and just hoped you could make it into one of the three cups.

"You ain't gonna hit it Drools." Sam heckled. You ignored him, only focusing on the cups at the end of the table. Pale and dark hands alike began to wave just over the cups, making you nervous.

"Cut it out guys I'm bad enough as it is." You whined.

The hands ceased their teasing and you took your shot, missing the table entirely. The ball landed in Bucky's awaiting hand.

"My turn sweetness." You had discovered the more Bucky Barnes drank the more pet names he gave you. Sweetness, doll face, babydoll; it's like he forgot your name entirely.

The ball landed with a plop and the merriment switched sides as the men pulled ahead.

"Drink up." Bucky teased. You glared as you pulled the ball out of the lukewarm beer, bringing the cup to your lips and drinking the liquid down.

"You fought a good fight." Bucky consoled softly, wrapping his arms around your middle. You scoffed.

"Dont patronize me Barnes."

You pushed against his chest halfheartedly. The hour was late enough to be considered morning and you found you were ready to allow the night to end. Bucky laughed sluggishly in your ear as he rested his head heavily on your shoulders, breath exhaled warmly onto your neck.

"Let's get him to bed." Steve whispered, entering your vision beyond Bucky's large shoulder. You nodded and Steve pulled his friend from your arms, letting him lean against his side as everyone made their way up the stairs, not one person successfully climbing the steps without stumbling. Thor opened the door on the right.

"Guest bedroom. Bed, couch, floor. Figure it out."

You all called a chorus of thanks as he headed into his own room on the left, throwing a hand up to wave goodbye without turning around.

"I call bed." Tony rushed into the room before everyone else. He let himself curl up on the far side of the bed and judging by the snores promptly passed out.

"I got a bad back." Sam groaned, rubbing his lower back for emphasis. No one protested when Sam fell heavily onto the mattress next to Tony.

"Me and Buck can take the floor. You take the couch okay?" Steve, ever the gentleman, offered.

"The couch is big enough for two people. I dont mind sharing." You bit your lip, hoping Steve would take you up on your offer to share the close quarters of the couch. You released your lip to grin widely when Steve nodded.

This was your moment. The moment you had been waiting for. The moment your breath would mingle with Steve's and your lips could meet in the blissful quiet of sleepy drunkenness. He jerked his chin at the couch and you rushed to place yourself upon it, you turned onto your side to allow Steve plenty of room and make it easy for your head to rest on his chest as you fell asleep.

But then Steve was depositing Bucky onto the couch next to you, lifting his legs onto the cushion before looking up at your shocked expression. He smiled his beautiful, perfect smile and you almost missed what came out of his plush, kissable lips.

"You're a good friend."

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ask-readyplayergaymers · 7 years

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((Mod post!! Gonna answer some questions for me that have been sitting around for a while, sorry the response is so late ;w;

Everything’s under the cut to save space 0w0 ))

Anonymous said: Okay but totally loving the concept of Michael as Gil and Jeremy as Oz??? Like, freaking Alice is Christine (even tho its totally a personality clash apart from the childish aspect but shhhh) and just yes

YEAH MAN...any type of PH crossover is good hhh but GOSH imagine Michael like. After growing up and spending ten years looking for Jeremy like Gil did ahh my heart aches!! And Jeremy coming back pouting like “You’re taller than me now that’s totally not fair, M” Christine would make a really cute Alice I think, just seeing her dress up like Alice and having her kick ass as the B-Rabbit?! Hell yeah!

zekromztk2 said: Out of all of the Pandora Hearts characters, who is your favorite? Mine is... probably either Alice or Oz

HELL I LOVE GILBERT I’D DIE FOR THAT MAN LEGIT;; I love Oz and Break a lot too and! RUFUS BARMA AS WELL I ADORE HIM

Anonymous said: did I hear Harry Potter?

Ye man talk to me about the Marauder days any time I love talking about Sirius, James and Remus getting into shenanigans at Hogwarts hoo boy

Anonymous said: (Hey mod, so basically Jake and Rich are just gonna be background characters with kind of their own stories?)

Yes! Jeremy and Michael are the main focus here, but Jake and Rich sort of have their own thing going on in the background as more minor characters to the overall blog! I want to make a more developed backstory for the treasure hunter girls and Christine as well, so we’ll see how that goes~

Anonymous said: Thank you so much for introducing the novel this AU is based on to me!! Now that I've finished reading, I understand a lot more about this AU and now I want to ask... Would you consider Mr. Heere/Reyes as Morrow?

You’re very welcome, it’s a great novel so! I’m glad more people are reading it after having run into this blog, I must spread the pureness that is Aech to all of humanity //shakes fists And yes! Mr. Reyes is Morrow, I can imagine him sort of contributing to the hunt with lots of theater related things, which Christine specializes in! Book!Squip is Halliday, and there’s actually a little more about that and his relationship with Jeremy that I want to get into later.

Anonymous said: ((I had literally never heard of ready player one but I lov this blog so much I actually went out and bought it. Consider me murdled dead))

Yeah man like;; I didn’t read the novel until this past summer and after that I just got so into it and BMC at the same time so? I combined the two and here we are! Aaah I’m so glad!! Like I’ve said before I love it when people come tell me they went out to buy the novel and read it because of me, it makes me so happy :’) Hjrhjd please don’t die lol

emibeani said: ((I just finished reading Ready Player One, and thank you so much for this blog.))

I’m glad to hear it!! And you’re very welcome, I honestly didn’t expect so many people to get into but I’m super appreciative of all the interest you guys have shown so far so?? Thank you!!

Anonymous said: THIS IS NOT A ASK, BUT, OMG, THIS AU IS FUCKING PERFECT.

Glad you like it, ty! ;D

aslyn-is-artsy said: Your art is absolutely amazing

Hrhrhgfh I’m blushing thank you wow;;

aslyn-is-artsy said: Thank you so much for showing me this amazing book. I now aspire to become the real version of Art3mis. Just with short blonde hair instead. ;)

No problem!! It’s such a fantastic read and I was honestly blown away by it, so yeah...! Haha yeah I love Arty! She’s such a badass character and she doesn’t put up with any of Wade’s shit, which is great, she’s so empowered and I adore her

theitalianscribe said :I don't remember if this was answered, but is Michael trans male in this au?

Nope! I mean if you want to headcanon him that way that’s fine, I won’t stop you! I’m not going to endorse that since I myself don’t see him being that way, but you all are entitled to your own opinions so! And even if he were trans that wouldn’t be the main point of the blog anyway, I’m focusing more on their actual relationship, not their sexuality or gender or anything like that ^^

Anonymous said:i checked the book Ready Player One out from the library just because of this blog! are there any other books you recommend? (i havent finished the book but i like it so far i think!)

Oh nice!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Ahhh hmm well if you like supernatural teen stories, there’s a series called Darkest Powers by Kelley Armstrong about this girl named Chloe who finds out she’s a necromancer after being sent to a “troubled teens” home, and she meets these boys named Simon and Derek who also have special abilities and then all sorts of crazy things happen! I first read it back in high school and I still love it a lot, so yeah it’s a trilogy and all of the characters are really great so! (I looooove Simon like. So much.) Check it out if you have the time, it’s a good read!

kitikat101 said: Random potential song parodies: I Love the OASIS (I Love Play Rehearsal), Find That Egg (Be More Chill, pts. 1 and 2), Two-Player Game (but with Joust), Oases In My Head (Voices In My Head)

Kit can I say how much I adore these song titles they fit so well I’m really tempted to make parodies for all of them, absolutely brilliant

geeklychic1012 said: So are we allowed to send in fanfics based on this blog? (Cuz I submitted one but my wifi is shit and I think Tumblr might have eaten it haha)

YES!! Please do I’d highly enjoy reading stuff from you guys! And yes I saw and it breaks my heart like. Why. I’ll post it soon for everyone else to see too! They must all suffer as I have hfhdjhgjg

Anonymous said: Who would be I-r0k in this au? Or would I-r0k still be his normal jerk self?

I’m actually...not sure :0 There aren’t enough characters in BMC to properly cross over with all the rest of the RPO characters so;; I might have to go through the BMC novel and find some obscure background character to sneak in as I-r0k lol, because I would like to have all of the RPO characters replaced by BMC counterparts, if that makes sense!

theitalianscribe said: Does someone else take Halliday's place in this au? Also, do the gunters have a shared obsession with pop culture from a certain time period? What time period?

Yeah, I mentioned that up above! But Book!Squip takes over the role of Halliday, and musical Squip is Sorrento, of course~ Honestly I’d say like, probably the early 2000s, since that was when I was growing up and I can actually make references back to that time lol? I mean I love the 80s as well, just as it is in the book, but I feel as if I don’t know enough about that time period to actually. Make proper references and constantly. (I mean I could ask my parents who lived during that time too but;; haha.) Most of the stuff on here are me self-projecting, like with video games, books, and anime, that’s all me lol

Anonymous said: " “You don’t need to sell me on anything, Wade,” she said. “You’re my best friend. My favorite person.” With what appeared to be some effort, she looked me in the eye. “I’ve really missed you, you know that?”My heart felt like it was on fire. I took a moment to work up my courage; then I reached out and took her hand." aka perfect au is perfect how does it fit S O well

!!! yEAH MY DUDE I LOVED THAT PART and just imagining Michael saying that to Jeremy I wanted to cry;; I don’t even know but the INSTANT Aech was introduced I was like “Ohhh man. I’m getting major BMC vibes here” and bam, a week later this blog was born lol

Anonymous said:Would you be okay with cosplay of your character designs? I can't do one anytime soon, but they look really cool (and jerm's hair honestly looks fun to do)

YES!! OH MY GOD I’d probably die of sheer happiness if you guys cosplayed these dorks! If you want I could draw a character ref sheet so you actually get a proper look at their outfits! But yes I’d highly enjoy that;; like the cosplay doesn’t even have to be accurate I’d still love it anyway, and doing things like acting out some of the asks here (I’ve seen it be done before and it’s so cute!) would be totally okay too! But yeah as always TAG ME or submit it here so I can see it aaaa I’d love love LOVE that! ^^

Anonymous said: SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL B

YEEEEEAAAAA IT’S ABOUT TIME I MADE AN OUTFIT FOR RICH RIGHT I LOVE HIM SM

maysurprisedyou said: Hi! This isn't quite an ask, but!! I started reading Ready Player One because of this blog and it's really interesting so far so thank you!! All of your posts seem to make my day ahah <3

Oooh I’m happy you’re liking it so far, I’m glad my blog inspired you to read it! And aaAAAA that’s so sweet I’m?? Hhhhfh thank you! :’)

#The mod speaks #OOC #The final boss makes an entrance #Long post #Whew!! That was a lot of asks to get through #Thanks all of you for your interest and support! Ily #The mod answers

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flower-of-the-desert · 7 years

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So I just finished s01 of Shadowhunters and I have some thinky thoughts about it. I’m putting it under the cut because it’s not all positive (well, most of it isnt really) and if you are a die-hard malec shipper, you should probably skip this.

Overall, I think my opinion so far can be summed up as this show has a lot of potential to be really good and interesting and nobody seems to want to do anything about it. I mean the set up is great - demons threatening the world? Awesome. A secret society of warriors whose purpose is to protect the world? Nice. Magic? Warlocks? AU worlds? Perfect. Class issues between the races? Homophobia? Relevant and important concepts to tackle. So in theory everything is great. But in practice? Not so much.

I think the two main issues this season has are 1) thngs happening way too fast and not enough time and focus given to certain topics and characters in order to understand their motivations and the worldbuilding of this universe and 2) the problem with show, dont tell - that is to say we keep being told things but almost never shown anything to actually back up these claims.

Now I know there are time limits and you cant fit everything into a single episode or even a single season and you shouldnt have to. I’m not saying they should have crammed everything into 13 episodes. That is not the issue. The problem is that when topics that should be given due focus and time within the specific episode arent, things get confusing. For example, why did Alec decide to marry Lydia? We find out in the next episode that he’s decided to restore the family honor on his own terms after finding out about his parents’ past. Which is great. We have Alec’s motivation. But in the episode itself where he proposed everything was set up for him to follow his heart. That was the theme of the episode and Alec through the entire thing kept agreeing with Magnus and whoever else was telling him to do what he wants. Only for him to turn around simingly out of nowhere in the literal last minute of the episode and decide to get married. Dont get me wrong, I dont have a problem with him NOT choosing to follow his heart given the situation but there wasnt enough focus on his struggle between the two during the episode in order to make his last-minute turn seem less weird. And that doesnt even cover Lydia’s side of thngs. Why did she decide to get married to a literal stranger after meeting him like yesterday? And this is not an exxageration - Alec proposes literally 2 or 3 days max after Lydia shows up. Is she that desperate to run an institute? Wouldnt she be allowed to have the position if she’s not married? Why does it even matter - doesnt it make more sense to give her the position based on her skills and results on the job? We dont know. But these are the sort of worldbuilding questions you might want to answer.

This is just one example of how things are going way too fast and there’s not enough time given to explain the characters and universe properly. There are more but if I keep going, we’ll be here tomorrow too. I’m not even gonna bother to cover all the scenes that just flat out do not make sense cause then we’ll never leave.

The other thing bothers me even more - there are sooo many things we are TOLD but never really SHOWN - Alec has been in love with Jace for I dont know how many years, Alec is repressed, the SH society is homophobic (admittedly we are not told this in canon, I dont believe? but that is at least the implication made), Magnus is in love with Alec and Alec feels the same, Magnus is a centuries-old warlock, one of the most powerful people in the world, Ragnor is even more powerful, etc etc. But. Where is the evidence? If Alec has spent so long being in love with Jace and repressed, wouldnt it have been more difficult for Magnus to get him to agree to a date than one half-assed phone call? Wouldnt Alec be struggling even more with accepting that Magnus is interested and panicking about what to do, denying everything with all his might? Shouldnt there be more struggle here?

So far I havent seen any signs of anyone in the Institute being homophobic. Maybe that changes in s02 but so far? Nope. Even Alec’s parents whom fandom for some reason has decided to demonize as some kind of terrible scumbags are not homophobic and actually hella decent people all things considered. Lydia is not homophobic. The goddamn Silent Brother seemed more interested in the kissing scene than anything else.

Warlocks are supposed to be hella powerful yet Magnus needed Alec’s help to fight off ONE circle member and Ragnor got killed by a TINY demon thingy that even Clary can handle. We were told Magnus cares so much about that necklace he’d risk his life to get it back yet 5mins later just casually gives it away to Izzy and doesnt mention it again.

Clary and co LOVE to make these passionate speeches about how they’re the new generation of shadowhunters who respect the downworlders and believe everyone is their equal and the Clave is wrong - yet the moment a downworlder refuses to help them, they have no problem blackmailing, focing, lying and going behind their back to get what they want. And this is admittedly not a bad thing to show that these people despite their good intentions cant just change over night, if the narrative at least acknowledged their hypocrisy as a sign they need to grow some more but it doesnt.

Again, I an keep going but I wont. And finally there’s Malec. By all accounts I think this is the thng that disaapointed me the most. It could have been so awesome if developed properly! Like again we have a great set up - two people from opposite sides of the war, leaders to their respective groups, meeting and falling in love against all odds - it’s basically every enemies to friends to lovers fic ever and it’s AWESOME. Except not really because the way they play it in canon is just what even? So they meet and Magnus is obviously sexually attracted to Alec and wants to pursue that. Cool. Alec is... feeling whatever it is he’s feeling, I honestly cant even tell if he was interested from the start or just happy someone was paying attention to him. I suppose that stuttering scene when Magnus introduces himself is supposed to show he’s interested. Or something. Then Magnus calls to ask him on a date which yay, makes sense with how eager he was when they met. And then Alec agrees. And this is where things start going wonky for me. Why does he agree so easily? Isnt he supposed to be in love with Jace? Isnt he supposed to be terrified of anyone finding out he’s gay? Next scene after they heal Luke, Magnus goes you’ve unlocked something in me and I go was it your dick? Because this line for all its romantic vibe and whatnot in the context we’ve been presented so far makes no sense. Because now the show wants me to believe that Magnus fell in love at first sight. Except this is not how they played it - what I saw was Magnus being really fricking horny. I did not see any grand revelations of omg, I just fell in love for the first time in over a century with this hot piece of shadowhunting ass I just met. Now I’m supposed to believe Malec has had enough development and enough scenes together to warrant such a strong emotional reaction from Magnus two episode after meeting Alec and after like 2? 3? scenes interacting with him. Insert the sure jan gif here.

Fast forward to the wedding - awesome scene really. Kiss and all (such a hot kiss and I ask why arent they kissing like that in s02 instead of these we’ve been married for 50years and cant wait for one of us to die already pecks?). But again, it only works if you ignore the context and take it as a stand alone scene. Because otherwise the emotional depth that it’s supposed to have? Goes out the window to stand besides all the emotional and mental development that was needed between them in order to make the scene really work and resonate on a deep level. And dont even get me started on how wrong Magnus acted at the beginning of the episode.

I can buy - at a push, a big big BIG push - that Magnus fell in love from the start but I absolutely do not believe Alec did as well. Honestly, I dont believe he loves Magnus even now in s02 (I havent watched it yet but I have enough context about some of their key scenes to say this, there is no way I man in love would tell his boyfriend not to take a treath to his life PERSONALLY, amongst other things). And that is just sad. Because this could have been a great love story, all the fire and passion and fireworkd like we keep getting told there is but what we see is something different.

#shadowhunters #anti malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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roseamongroses · 5 years

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Antithesis(14): “do i rlly need to explain my gripes”

[Specific-Summary]: With senior year approaching, some stresses are inevitable, and they’re certainly not looking forward to them, but for now it’s summer and it’s okay to breathe a little while longer.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing

[Tags/mood:] highschool au, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14)

D:Guess who finally got their phone/ keys back

R: !!!!

R: you good tho?? I mean what’s going on over there

D: I’m fine she just did the usual

R: that R: that is not any better

D: Probably but predictable is better then unpredictable D: that bs aside I missed your birthday

R: it's chillll

D: No it isn’t D: I’ll make it up to you

R: you don t n e e d t o i t wa sn t y o u r f a u l t

D: It kinda was

R: nope nope nope R: my birthday gift from you is you /not/ feeling guilty about it

D: I’m not too sure about that D: plus I’ve already painted you something so

R: <3 R: still i’ve defended your honor this entire time R: virgil was preped to kill you the first week tbh

D: why?

R: idk R: but he’s always??? worried you might ditch me ??? R: like???as if id let you do that???

D: I wouldn’t ditch you.

R: I know R: im emphasising my point for the overprotective ASSHOLE reading this over my shoulders R: anyway hows the wedding planning

D:she said I’d go to hell, I didn’t know it would be so soon

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“You got a girlfriend?”

Dmitri flinched, turning off his phone, “Uh--,” he swallowed, forcing himself not to squirm under Dr. Montag’s gaze, “--Something like that…” His face burned, and he hoped his hair was enough to hide his face.

Dr. Montag raised an eyebrow, “You’re not doing anything inappropriate right?” he said, with a tone of authority that all adults seem to feel entitled to, “I know I’m not your dad, but…” He placed the jars of pasta sauce in the cart.

“You’re not--” Dmitri winced, “I mean--I’m not. Doing anything inappropriate, that is.” a bile rested in his throat and he smiled, “It’s just a...friend.”

He scanned his shopping list, “Friend?” he said, doubtful. Dmitri’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to take that, “It isn’t that-uh Nate? Is it? I’ve seen his lot plenty of times at my office And while those kids seem fun at first--” he shuddered, “Trust me I could’ve done without some of those memories.”

Dmitri, scanned the overtly expensive noodles, “No it’s not Nate.”

“Diana then?” Dr. Montag listed, “She seems like a nice girl, your Aunt says that your close.”

“We were…” Dmitri shrugged, “We hardly have any classes together so I hardly see her anymore,”

Dr. Montag frowned, as if he caught the lie too, “Well whoever she is... you’re free to invite her along. I’m sure your aunt won’t mi….your aunt doesn’t have to know, ” he corrected, in a way that was much too nice, “I know Patty wants us to bond before the wedding, but I know your at the age where the last thing you’d want to do is hanging out with some old-man. So invite your ‘friend’ if you want, I’d love to meet her,” Too-fucking-nice.

“Uh,” Dmitri’s brain short circuited, unable to shake his unease, “Uh-Sorry no,” he shook his head, feeling his phonrre buzz again, “They wouldn’t want…”

He couldn’t imagine it, really.

Introducing Roman as his boyfriend, correcting people--casually bringing Roman up in conversation without feeling the room tense and conversation abruptly change. Changing his wallpaper to him and Roman --holding hands in public without feeling watched--kissing without needing to check and double check--. Changing the pronouns to he, him, his.

That was a lie. He has imagined it, he thought he had it, and he really fucking wants it again.

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SipsipSipin:you ever like,,,,,,,think,,,,

HotNReady: rarely

SipSipSipin: i know i know SipSipSipin: bear with me babe

SipSipSipin: but like it's fuckin weird

SipSipSipin: we’re going to be s e ni or s

SipSipSipin: i can finally get the hell away from my dad SipSipSipin: but like i probably cant even move from this fuckin state

HotNReady: i mean we’re gunna be in the same boat

SipSipSipin: no we???arent???

SipSipSipin: youre gunna have colleges licking your boots wtf

HotNReady: ye but like,,,out of state is /expensive/

SipSipSipin: bitch

HotNReady: what im right HotNReady: im foolish not a fool

SipSipSipin: did you even l o o k

HotNReady:...no

SipSipSipin: how the fuck am i suppose to angst properly SipSipSipin: about you leaving if you arent even going far

SipSipSipin: i cant work in these conditions

HotNReady: oh is that why youve been so clingy

SipSipSipin: ... SipSipSipin: pot/kettle

HotNReadY: THATS MY BRANDING STEP OFF

SipSipSipin: you literally refused to leave virgils side for like ⅓ of our friendship

HotNReady: i was a very small child ok

SipSipSipin: yall were the same size

HotNReady:you cant call me out like this

SipSipSipin: sounds fake but really

SipSipSipin: you havent even /looked/ into out of state colleges??? SipSipSipin: really???cause i dont believe it

HotNReady:uh,,,,,I mean like,,,,,

HotNReady: I may have Looked a little

!!!taglist!!!

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#Roman Sanders #Deceit Sanders #Sanders sides #roceit #sanders sides fanfiction #Antithesis #Antithesis (2)#ts remy

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