#But. I havent touched the fic in years so maybe like. It Had a happy ending or something

[pauein]

Not to ramble on main (Just kidding i will not be stopped) but. Anyone else ever get the Fear irt branching off into making more Mature:tm: content? Like... OK maybe its just the crumbling state of media analysis on the internet right now (....+ The fact that most of the followers on my art account are from. Uh. Teh kirby fandom DHDBDJDHDBF NO OFFENSE TO KIRBY FANS its just. Very different target audience) but i always just get very worried about people completely misreading my intent in darker works or being frustrated and considering it Bad writing if things.. Dont work out well for the characters

DONT THINK THIS POST WILL GAIN TRACTION BUT JIC IT DOES THIS IS NOT FOR PR/SH/PPERS. FUCK OFF

[babygirldior]

up all night thinking (about you)

you know i had to use this image i HAD TO

neymar x gender neutral reader

requested: yes! @neymarsgirl anything with sitting on his lap

hope you all like this! it took me like an hour and i havent written anything in months (since my last fic) so forgive me if its bad or messy i'm not too happy with it but i feel like with all the interaction recently (thank you all i love you!!) i needed to get something out there.

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he tries to shut the door lightly, gripping the handle tightly and shifting his weight against the wood to make the hinges quieter, a trick he had learnt years ago on a night just like this.

the big lights in the foyer and living room are off, only the led lights on the bottoms of the couches and under cupboards in the kitchen were on, basking the room with dim, warm light that creep up the high walls toward the darkness.

his back aches. his shoulders ache. his knees ache. the point is everything aches and he's tired.

he had woken up before the sun had risen this morning, kissing you gently and pulling the covers over your shoulders before leaving you, still fast asleep, for training. then there were the interviews, and the back-to-back meetings, and all ney wanted to do was climb into bed and let your hands play with the strands of his hair until your steady breathing lulled him to sleep. but he tries not to make any noise that would wake you, and shuffles toward the couch instead. he sighs and lets his head drop back to stare at the ceiling.

he doesn't notice you padding downstairs to sit by him until you're close enough to reach out and touch him.

"i didn't mean to wake you." he mumbles, watching you slump onto the couch next to him. your face is puffy and you're looking at him with bleary eyes like you can't really see him, but you smile a sleepy smile anyways.

"you didn't." you tell him softly, and both of you know you're lying.

you're wearing an oversized shirt- one of his, he doesn't fail to notice. it's a light cream colour and it drapes loosely across your shoulders and it smells like his cologne and your bodywash, rustic and sweet.

ney's chest aches in fondness. he still finds it hard to believe it's possible to want someone as much as he wants you. he wants your smile, your laughter, your bright eyes and hands built for holding. he has you and he still wants. wants in ways he will never say aloud. wants in ways you already know.

he pulls you onto his lap, hugging you tightly to his chest. he holds you like he'll never let you go, and you'll let him and you'll believe he won't, if only for the night.

you curl your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in. he relaxes under your touch, a content hum escaping from in between his parted lips.

"i missed you today." his breath his hot against the crook of your neck and his hands trace patterns over your thighs. he tilts his chin up and looks at you through half-lidded inky eyes and you stare back at him and wonder if he will ever know how much you love him.

"i missed you more."

you don't ask him about his day because you know that's the last thing he wants to think about right now, and he doesn't tell you you're wrong even though you are. he doesn't mention the way his heart hurts, actually hurts when he thinks about you when he's away, even though he could. and he doesn't tell you that he loves you, but he does.

he tells you he misses you, because maybe that's easier than admitting he needs you.

and he ignores the aching, because it will always be there.

he holds you in his arms and lets himself fall asleep to the steady babump-babump-babump of your heartbeat.

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ugh i love when it literally pains him to not be with u

[runningthroughthegarden]

Hi how are you ❤️? You write amazingly well <3

I was wondering, if you take requests, if you could write a Jack/Ethan fic inspired by "You're Losing Me" by Taylor Swift. (You can decide the ending, line sad or not)

Thanks you 💕

thank you!! yall love being heartbroken, me too!! requests are open, i love doing them :)

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you and jack had been dating for a year when he got offered a role in scream vi. you were more than excited for him, even though it meant you would be spending a lot of time apart. you both decided you would do everything in your power to make it work, but lately that was proving to be easier said than done. the last couple of days you could barely get in touch with him. whenever he did reply it was small or dry remarks. you felt lonely in the apartment you once shared. sitting, staring at the walls that were once filled with laughter and love. feeling your phone buzz you are quick to check the notification. 

“hey babe sorry ive had a long day on set” 

“jack we havent talked in days. i don't understand” 

“i know you don't. listen i’ll call you tomorrow” 

crashing on your bed, tears begin to dwell in your eyes.

you say, "I don't understand" and I say, "I know you don't"

we thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't

remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

pacing your room with your phone up to your ear you begin to grow anxious. jack broke his empty promise and didn’t call you. so now here you were, trying to piece it back together. as the ringing stops, a smile is cast across your face. 

“jack!! hey, i miss you”

“hey what did you want”

“well you said you were gonna call and i just wanted to check up on you” 

“im a little busy right now” 

“oh okay maybe we can call again later” 

a deep sigh is his only response. 

“is everything okay?” 

“no everythings not okay! i cant get anything done when youre bothering me all day. im working and all you want to do is talk about your day. im sorry but i really don't care right now”

“oh okay. i’ll let you go” 

throwing your phone onto your bed, you break down in sobs. 

do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

i'm getting tired even for a phoenix

always risin' from the ashes

mendin' all her gashes

you might just have dealt the final blow

you spent the evening on your bed, shaking with tears streaming down your eyes. you could only thing about how good things used to be. when you had a boyfriend who absolutely adored you. now it seemed like you had no one at all. your heart was racing a million hours per hour and yet you felt absolutely nothing. 

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

after that night, that call, you made it a point to stay out of jacks way. he would facetime you every now and then. while he got his hair done, goofing around on set, or just in his trailer. none of these times did he seem to notice that none of your smiles reached your eyes. your replies were empty and solemn. you were happy to see him so excited but apart of you hated him for not realizing what he had done. for not realizing how deep his words had truly affected you. 

“hey you okay” 

biting your nails behind the screen 

“lately not really” you honestly replied. 

“hang on mason's gotta tell me something. i’ll call you later. love you."

every mornin' I glared at you with storms in my eyes

how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

your surprised to hear a knock at your door. you open it to reveal your curly headed boyfriend. he had stopped responding to you completely a few days ago, so saying you were shocked to see him was an understatement. tired of being the only one trying to keep the relationship afloat, you let out your frustration. 

“what are you doing here jack” 

“hey i just wanted to check up on you, i have a few days off” 

he brings you into a hug, but you stay stiff below him. 

“whats wrong?” he asks, picking up on your mood. 

“you ignore me for days and expect me to be excited to see you?” 

“ive been busy you know that” 

“jack we barely talk anymore. and when we do you blow me off in the first 5 minutes. hell you even told me to stop talking to you.” you explain, tears filling your eyes. 

“look im sorry, the movies just been taking up all my time."

“and the movies more important than me right?” you say barely above a whisper.

“no but this is my job, my life” 

“then maybe you should only worry about yourself” finally looking into his eyes.

“what are you trying to say” 

“im saying we’re done jack. i cant keep putting myself through hell only for you not to give a shit” 

“no c'mon we can make this work.”

“yeah thats what you said last time. please jack im going to ruin myself if this keeps happening.” 

you both are a crying mess at this point. 

not saying another word, jack leaves. 

and the air is thick with loss and indecision

i know my pain is such an imposition

now, you're running down the hallway

and you know what they all say

"you don't know what you got until it's gone"

the next morning you find a letter left at your front door. 

my love, 

i'm sorry. for absolutely everything. i love you endlessly. when the stars realign, i’ll be there. but for now, be with someone who can give you everything i couldn't. 

-jack

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse

my heart won't start anymore... for you

'cause you're losing me

stop 'cause you're losing me

crumpling up the paper you begin to cry. 

i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

giving up so much of yourself, you were absolutely exhausted. the beautiful relationship you once had is now behind you. 

you're losing me

stop, you're losing me

i can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore

giving up the fight, you were at rest. 

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#5

Jason Todd x gn reader (WFA edition) - meeting the family

710 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#4

Happy pride 🌈

714 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#3

Yeiiii Im so glad you are taking request

I was wondering if you could write a maddy perez x male reader where maddy is scared of saying no to sex and ends really fluffy?

Maddy liked you, of course she did or else she wouldn't be making out with you right now but something felt off. 

You were on your bed, her shirt gone with one hand on her bare waist and the other cupping her through her bra.

Her body reacted positively to your touch but she didn't seem quite as into it as you would hope.

"Maddy," you say pulling away from her lips. 

"What's wrong?" She questions.

"I should be asking you that," you say. 

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, you just seem… less into this than I am," you state. 

"Y/N I want to fuck," she tells you.

"This isn't just about getting laid, I want you to want this as much as I do," you say, placing your hand on her cheek and rubbing your thumb to comfort her. 

Maddy's never said no to sex before, if she tried the guy would make up some excuse as to why it wasn't fair to them to stop. 

It was always, "but my dick is so hard it hurts" or "we're already half naked so why not just go all the way" or her least favorite "you spent all night teasing me and now you're really going to leave me high and dry?"

She had a great time on your date tonight and you were such a nice guy she thought sex was the only way to show you that even though she didn't necessarily feel like having sex in this moment.

"I don't want you to be mad," she says shyly. 

"Maddy, I won't be mad I promise," you assure her.

"Okay…I don't want have sex tonight," she confesses. 

You kiss her sweetly and smile at her, "it's okay, we can watch a movie instead." 

You find her shirt and hand it to her, she puts it back on slowly, still hesitant.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" She asks. 

"Absolutely," you say, looking for your laptop and booting it up. 

You put a movie on and cuddle with Maddy, her head on your chest while you hold her close. 

"Thank you Y/N," she says with a sigh of relief.

"Don't thank me, I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't say no in the first place," you say kissing the top of her head. 

The movie plays and Maddy feels more comfortable with you than she ever has with a guy before. 

740 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#2

instead of nate and cassie fucking in the bathroom it’s male reader and maddy. male reader is cassie and lexis little bit older brother. maybe nate is the one banging on the door and they could care less and still make the most of it. and they both leave the bathroom not trying to hide it. thanks this is a request

"Fuck yes baby fuck me just like that," Maddy moans as you rail her on top of the bathroom sink. 

Her dress is tugged up around her thighs, your hand palming at her chest as the mirror gets foggy. 

You and Maddy had regulary hooked up over the years whenever her and Nate were 'on a break' so you already knew exactly how she liked to get fucked. 

While you you were home from college on winter break your sister Cassie invited you to come to a new year's party with her and Lexi, you had heard Maddy and Nate broke up for good this time and once you saw her in that dress you wanted her. 

Maddy's nails are scratching at the back of your neck and you're kissing her jaw as she's sighing and gasping in the best way. 

There's a banging on the door with a familiar voice yelling through it. 

"Whoever is in there get the fuck out!" Nate shouts. 

You and Maddy grin not giving a damn so you grab hold of her waist and start thrusting even faster. 

"I'm fucking serious, if you don't get out I'm gonna kick your ass!" Nate continues to yell and bang on the door. 

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," Maddy groans as she's nearing the edge. 

Her hands grasp at your shirt and her pussy clenches around your cock as she reaches her climax. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she's moaning loudly purposely wanting Nate to hear her ride out her orgasm. 

As an extra fuck you to Nate you pull out of Maddy, stepping over to the toilet and cumming all over it which makes Maddy laugh. 

"Oh my God you're an evil genius," she giggles jumping off the counter, kissing you deeply. 

You get yourselves back in order and casually walk out of the bathroom. 

Nate is fuming and gets even more mad when he realizes it was you and Maddy in there the whole time. 

Maddy winks at Nate as you guys head back to the party while you have a huge smirk on your face from the group of other people in the hallway in shock because Nate Jacobs just saw his ex post hook up with another guy. 

Nate angrily enters the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and smelling sex in the air, he's mumbling to himself until he sees what you left behind on the toilet specifically for him. 

"What the fuck?!" You hear him yell and it was the best night Maddy had in months.  

1,066 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, but if you are could you do Maddy Perez with an s/o who is 100% a giver, like he will happily spend hours between her legs without expecting anything in return

● if there's one thing Maddy loves its a guy who will go down on a girl without being asked 

● and the first time you did so for her she knew she would be keeping you around

● you can expertly make her cum only using your tongue 

● but when you're fingers are deep inside her and you're sucking on her clit Maddy is in heaven 

● and there are plenty of toys you use for her pleasure 

● your tongue will be lavishing her while you have a vibrator on her clit

● or if she is in the mood for penetration you have a dildo pumping inside her while you work her clit with your mouth 

● you have a rabbit vibrator for when you want to give her chest attention 

● there have been times you made her cum without even having to touch her pussy when you are playing with her tits

● Maddy brags to all her friends how amazing you are at oral 

● her panties get soaked just talking about your head between her legs 

● one day some guys overheard her and in the locker room after gym cracked that you were a little bitch for Maddy 

● "what kind of pussy doesn't have his girl on her knees to suck his dick" 

● "what kind of man doesn't put his woman's needs ahead of his own? Maybe that's why you can't get a girlfriend Daniel because you're too selfish and by the way, being called a pussy isn't an insult when you know how beautiful they are and the ecstasy you feel when a girl is cumming because of you" 

● all the guys are quiet after that

● when you and Maddy have either one of your houses to yourselves you spend literal hours between her legs 

● your parents will come home and your bedsheets are in the wash 

● "what happened to your sheets?" 

● "nothing just felt like having some clean sheets" 

● Maddy usually offers to suck you off in return but most of the time you decline

● "babe I just made you cum four times in a row, rest and let me get you some water"

● you and Maddy will watch porn of girls getting their pussy ate

● and Maddy is dripping by the time you take her clothes off 

● you have her screaming your name all because of your tongue 

1,178 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

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[when-wax-wings-melt]

talking to u again feels rly nice :)

what chloe moriondo song have u heard? and what crane wives songs? and yes i figured jackie and ollie had showed you ryan reynolds already but. aaaaaa *screams into pillow, ryan reynolds playing in the backround*

tobin's told u about the ryan reynolds/ryan gosling dream right. right. cuz if u havent heard that ill go insane

the guy from minecraft wilbur soot released another song called soft boy and i think it is funny becasue of the ramen and the cat ears. that is all

honestly youre like. my funny friend. i see anything remotely insane and i go okay summer needs 2 see this. but also youre my Friend Friend and we hang out like like i dont even know but we do and its epic :) like goats maybe. we hang out like goats. i dont know what this means but its a happy visual we are goats summer. i love goats theyre so. goats !!!! ive taught goat yoga before fun fact. well. "goat yoga" meaning we just did yoga while goats ate our mats and our clothes and pooped right next to us. but it counts. its fun :))

youre also writing friend. writing writing writing. and like i have a few writing friends i think rn thats mainly you and tobin cuz youre the ones i talk to. of course i dont write very much anymore but.

do you remember the smell of petrichor? it was that kam coffeeshop fic that i just abandoned completely when it had like 1 chapter left (or 2 depending on how i wrote it) and i havent touched it in over a year probably. i did write the final chapter i just... hated it. and didnt know where to go to fix it.

basically never let me write romance that isnt INSANELY slowburn or friends to lovers. i dont Get It. help

ummm yeah. rambles. summer friend :)) i have thoughts in my brain and you are hearing them. what an incredible phenomenon

I've heard haunt me featuring Chloe moriondo but not much else! And I've listened to strangler fig and Icarus from crane wives <3 I love. Icarus.

Yes I've heard about the dream 😔 and will never recover....

OOOO Wilbur did or Lovejoy did? I like Lovejoy haven't listened in a bit

I LOVE being the funny goat friend omg that's the best compliment ever we ARE goats chilling together that is us. So right

And we write <3 even if you haven't in a while you are still my writing friend!!!! Can confirm I love ur writing <3 and the smell of petrichor!! I totally get abandoning things KAHDOSL remember. Evil!Sophie. That was a thing. That isn't anymore lmaoo

I'm always very happy to hear the thoughts in your brain thank u for sharing them w me

[reidsnose]

doodles

overview: reader doodles on her hands a lot and spencer has to give into the temptation of coloring it in

genre: flufffffff

a/n: sorry ive havent posted a fic in like a week, ive been in quite a slump but i had this idea well after midnight but i just had to write it so lmk what u guys think of this one :)

masterlist

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doodling on your hands: a once nervous habit that had seeped into your everyday life and now is just a regular habit. nearly everyday you would come to work with clean hands and get home with a mini art gallery on your non dominant one.

Spencer admired this from the moment he noticed it. at first he thought you had a tattoo but when you came back the next day with it completely gone, he was a tad confused, only to catch you doodling on that very same hand a couple hours later on the jet. he thought maybe it was an occasional thing, a habit you'd quit once you got better situated into the team, but after nearly a year you still left work almost everyday with some cutesy sketches drawn on your hand.

Spencer found himself looking forward to your doodles, imagining in his head what you might draw each day, and thinking of all the colors you would add if you had the time. being the great profiler that he is, he noticed a pattern: you subconsciously correlated your doodles with your mood.

after especially hard cases or just bad days you always drew roses.

when you were very happy you drew all sorts of fruits.

anxiousness bore little swampy creatures and lily pads.

tired days filled your hands with random, intricate designs that you didn't even have to try hard to make.

and content was anything else.

he was so impressed and absolutely adored your little coping mechanism. watching you concentrate on making those teeny pieces of art simply for your own pleasure was definitely a sight to see. the way your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out a bit was absolutely positively adorable. and soon he had noticed that he was looking forward less to the doodles and more to watching you draw them. and after that he began looking forward to just you.

you were sat on the jet with your back to the corner of the last seat on the plane, creating a pattern of roses on the back of your hand. Spencer plopped down in the seat next to you, growing tired of watching from so far away.

"that bad, huh?" he asked, noticing the type of flower you were gracing your hand with.

"hm?" you looked up, confused.

"you only doodle roses on bad days." he explained, pointing to your hand.

"what? no i don't!" you defended, " i just think roses are neat."

to be fair, you were having a bad day but he could've profiled that without the doodle. he cant be right, can he? there was no way you had a mood system for your doodles! unless there was.

"repetitive strokes are therapeutic, so roses being rough days make sense. the spiral in the middle followed by however many layered petals you want is a perfectly repetitive while still interesting enough to doodle."

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you've been spying on me, Dr. Reid," you teased, enjoying the slight rouge that appeared on his cheeks.

"what! no! i'm- i'm a profiler i notice patterns! i just- spying sounds creepy." he stammered.

"ok. how about admiring." you jabbed, turning a little red yourself.

"fine. but you know coloring helps too." he flipped back to the old topic of conversation.

"unfortunately i only have the standard blue, black and red ink."

"roses are red." he chuckled.

"interesting point," you bent down and reached into your bag, pulling out a red pen and handing it to him, "knock yourself out."

"what?" he looked at you slightly bewildered.

"coloring is therapeutic, you said it yourself. and you and i both know that you need something to relax you after a case like that. we all do." you explained, trying to be as nonchalant as you could knowing his skin would touch yours.

he grabbed the pen and clicked it open, coloring smoothly and slowly inside the lines you had already made in black, careful not to go over them and smudge the ink. you and him both tried your best to ignore the warmth shooting through your bodies from every place your hands touched. his fingertips lightly grazing your knuckles as he worked.you worked your way up your arm, giving you both space to work and by the time you landed, you had a half sleeve garden of surprisingly well colored (and somehow shaded) red roses.

you went home that night and bought a pack of colorful (washable) pens, hoping this little rose garden with him wasn't a one time thing. and even if it was, you would want to add your own pop of color to your doodles.

thankfully it wasn't.

you and Spencer found yourselves drawing and coloring on your hand a lot. he would catch you doing it and pop in over your shoulder just to add a touch of color where he thought it fit. and you began to feel sad washing off what the two of you had created that day, feeling nostalgic for time that has hardly passed.

and sometimes on the jet you would get tired of your own skin, so you would draw little doodles on his hand, often times leaving a little heart at the base of his thumb. these little hearts he avoided washing off for as long as he possibly could because they felt like a part of you was always with him. he started doing the same thing to your hand, a sort of signature the two of you shared.

most days, the doodles on your hands were pretty much fully colored in.

but now Spencer began to worry. what if you get ink poisoning because of his coloring? sure, the risk was statistically low, improbable even; but never zero. so one night after work he went out and bought a little sketchbook and on the front he scrawled,

"y/n's super duper special sketchbook"

upon receiving it, after giving him a hug he never wanted to let go of, you took a sharpie and started editing the title he had given it. so it now read:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook"

the two of you used up a whole page that day, front and back filled with all types of fruits. Spencer smiled to himself, knowing this had made you very happy. you took a second to take a step back and admire him doing the very thing he admired you for. and you understood why; he just looked so precious and you suddenly realized you craved the feeling of his hand touching yours. so you leaned over and drew a little black heart at the base of his thumb. he looked up at you, smiling widely before returning a red heart to the base of your thumb.

and you guys tore through that book, using a page a day and filling it cover to cover in no time. your own personal handmade coloring book. it turned out to be both of your most prized possessions, a pang of sadness filling your chests as you finished the last page.

you felt bad taking it home with you that night, wondering if maybe Spencer wanted to keep it. maybe you should keep it at work so you can both have it. thats the fair thing to do. you looked down, smiling sadly at the little red heart on your hand.

he did want to keep it. but he had a better idea in mind. he looked down, smiling excitedly at the little black heart on his hand.

the next day when you arrived to work all your worries were solved. on your desk laid a new sketch book entitled:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook: volume ii"

you laughed as you read a small lilac post it note that said, "i want to keep this one please" signed with a little red heart in the corner.

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[alfredolover119]

I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.

thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)

angsty zukka wips

first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe

-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen

-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!

An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

Yeah, nah.

and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka

-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature

-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.

It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.

Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers

-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.

-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao

Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.

breakable heaven by @fruitysokka

-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen

-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.

With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

angsty zukka fics (completed!)

(i’ll put these in wc order)

lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka

-7k, rated g

-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.

Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.

This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas

-9k, explicit

-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story. 

If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci

-9k, teen

-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that. 

Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

-9k, teen

-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey

-10k, mature

-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.

Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee 

-18k, teen, major character death 

-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

Anything for You by beersforqueers

-23k, explicit

-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN. 

In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.

Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead

-64k, mature

-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham. 

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning

-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence

-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey

-103k, teen

-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN 

In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?

[hollyhomburg]

(warning: overly dramatic) part of me wants to write like- a fucking messy story. like messy as in the m/c is involved with all of the boys kind of messy. like- maybe she was jungkook’s childhood love who he lost touch with when he went to become an idol. and then one day she moves to seoul thinking he’s forgotten about her and thinks “better not bother him- he’s famous afterall” and ends up starting her own life without him thinking that their paths will never cross again. 

she hooks up with seokjin on accident one night without knowing who he is. it’s against his better judgement but he can’t help the fact that sometimes he gets riled up in the way that only a good fuck can settle. a few days afterwords she realizes who he was and decides against contacting him or answering his text messages. ( though she does respond when he writes “i guess you’ve figured out who i am- and in that case- i have to ask you to agree to this” and she’s not an asshole- so she signs the non-disclosure agreement which she sends back to him without comment). 

only a few days later she runs into jimin- or more correctly jimin runs into her getting harassed late at night by a few drunk men. he pretends to be her boyfriend. He’s wearing a mask and a bucket hat and glasses- and despite his height jimin is commanding enough to get them to back off. he ends up walking her home “how do i know you're not trying to walk me home so you can find out where i live?” 

“you’re new here right? dont you know how many cameras there are in seoul” 

“there aren't any cameras on my street” and so jimin sighs, pulls down his mask and turns to a billboard of his face (this one for vt cosmetics sitting outside a closed olive young). imitating his pose for a second before he can see understanding dawn on her face. “see? you really think im going to do something like that?” it’s not every day he lets himself be seen like this- but he has a feeling that for you it’s worth it. but it doesn't get near the reaction that he wanted. 

you curse low, crossing your arms over your chest.  “how the fuck is there another one” and though jimin responds with a ‘what?’ you dont answer. you keep walking, kicking a stone hard enough to hit the billboard. and jimin has to admit this is the first time he’s ever felt lacking in front of a woman. it’s electric and he can’t say he’s not drawn in. 

he walks you home- does not kiss the strange woman who he just met on the cheek even though you’re looking sleepy and soft and vulnerable. jimin is a gentleman. 

it’s not until weeks later that she actually does end up running into jungkook- and she’s shocked to find that their friendship and the pure chemistry they have is still there. they meet up for coffee after coffee and then- she meets the boys, and both seokjin and jimin just try to reign in their over imaginative hearts (and maybe their boners- maybe her and seokjin meet up in some forgotten corner of the company for a repeat meeting- during which seokjin confesses she’s the best fuck he’s ever had). 

everyone can feel the tension between you and jimin. and jimin is the first to confess that yeah- they did meet a few weeks back. and you both pretend you’re not blushing when hoseok teases “wahhhhh thats like a drama” jungkook stoic faced besides her. tugging on her earing and whining to leave. he wants her all to himself- not hat he’d ever admit that. and jungkook- jungkook wishes his heart didn't hurt the same way it had 10 years ago- wishes his schoolboy crush could have just stayed that. 

what's worse- is that Taehyung and yoongi have taken an immediate romantic interest in her. kind of having more of an adversarial situation where they both keep trying to one up the other. Yoongi takes her out on a boat to watch the sunrise in the middle of the ocean, doesn't care about holding her hand in front of the others. yoongi is so sweet and kind; cooks her dinner when she shows up at his house crying for whatever reason (it was jungkook- it’s always jungkook) and when she’s done he kisses the curry he made off of her lips and hands her a water saying playfully. “if you dont drink enough water you’ll run out of tears.” 

“Are you planning to make me cry min yoongi?”

“Only out of happiness hopefully.” 

and taehyung takes her to an amusement park in the middle of the night, so that it’s just them and a few people who follow to run the rides for them. he lets her take cute couple photos and always offers up his oversized jackets for her when she gets cold after riding a wet ride. and maybe she catches him staring at her translucent dress. lets him pull her into a corner of the amusement park and fuck her where anyone could hear or see. “are you sure yoongi could fuck you this good? or seokjin for that matter? don’t think i havent noticed the way he looks at you.” 

and jungkook- jungkook can’t say anything- because he always puts the others first. and namjoon- oh namjoon and you have an incredibly intellectual relationship. Staying up after you’ve all drank yourselves nearly to sleep, jimin curling up on the carpeted floor near you saying “dont walk home alone- wake me before you go and I’ll walk you.” jimin is always saying things like that to you. and getting all protective whenever one of their backup dancers or any other man at the company shows interest in her. 

you and namjoon talk about everything that night- philosophy- love- life- it comes so easy for you to talk with him. and when that night he confesses that he’s never fallen asleep in someone's arms you pat your shoulder and let him lie near you on the wide couch. your hand smoothing up and down his back. and when you wake up in the morning before everyone elce you pretend he hadn’t migrated near you enough that his cheek was up against your chest- and he pretends he doesn't want to record your heart beat and put it into a song so that he can have it to lul him to sleep always. meet up once every few weeks to go on walks together because you both share a love for nature. trips to gardens and parks that feel more like dates than anything.  

and hobi- hobi sees it all happening and tries to stay out of it. rationalizes it that there has to be someone to stay impartial and professional. but you end up becoming friends against his better judgement. you do your work in his studio because you like how he’s always playing music even if he’s not working on one of his own songs, and even then you have headphone and jhope watches you sway and bob your head to whatever you’re listening too. very few people have a sense for beat like you both do- and though you can’t dance- he can see the potential in it. he offers to teach you and you agree and of course you end up fucking in the practice room because hoseok just needed to show her how to move her hips right. 

only- yoongi hears the noises from the studio and goes to investigate, and he’d love it if he wasn’t hurt but he is. So he ignores her for a little while- because he wants to move on- he’s tired of being hurt by her. and then when she confronts him- somehow everyones there and jungkook misspeaks- says some pretty terrible shit that he immediately regrets and when she runs out of course jimn follows her. “jimin just leave” 

“no- not until i know you’re safe” she sighs but then gets angrier when he grabs her hand. 

“no- don’t- don’t do that”

 “do what?”

 “hold my hand unless you have any desire to keep me- to actually love me- then you don’t get to hold my hand” and they walk- jimin grabs her hand and she just sighs- so tired of being pulled 7 different directions. thinks jimin is just interested in sleeping with her- but he’s not- he just wants to love her. 

things get even worse when she and yoongi makeup- decide to try and stay friends, and then jungkook confesses to her and turns the whole thing upside down and someone sees her and namjoon out walking, his arm around her shoulders and suddenly dating rumors are floating around everywhere. and fuck- they’re all fighting. jungkook grabbing her arm “she was my friend first” 

“yeah but i was the one who was romantically interested in her” 

“guess again” 

“that doesn't count seokjin hyung- you guys just slept together that's not love” and before any of them have a chance to settle it out she speaks above all of them (maybe picking up a glass and dropping it to get them all to pay attention to her. “maybe if you stoped and wondered what it was that i wanted you all wouldn’t be pricks right now” and then she just- walks out. dodges their calls- ignores every message. until namjoon turns up at her door and asks her to come see them. everyone nervous before jungkook swallows. looking at her with shining eyes, the face of her first love. “we’ve decided, if you’re okay with it, then we think we can share.” 

(PSA; this fic idea is not free to use!)

[1990jeevas]

Braid Me a Home

summary:

"Braid my fucking hair, Theseus. Braid it.”

It had sounded like a plea falling from Techno’s chapped lips, blood caked under his nails as he sat in front of Tommy on a tree stump, slowly itching at his wrists.

“Wilbur told me to stop you if you ever started doing that-”

“Wilbur isn’t fucking here. Just...braid, Toms. Braid.” 

or

A story about the Sleepy Bois being family, told through braids.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: child neglect, hurt/no comfort, canonical character death, implied/referenced mental health issues (like it’s obvious but there isn’t much detail to it), brief blood mentions (ik this fic sounds kinda angsty as hell but its not? imo its light angst)

a/n: first dream smp fic and im ALREADY projecting? christ. anyways. go easy on me pls this is far from my best work i just havent written a fic in like 5 months (more if you dont count the fucking chat fics) mm also i may have posted this like a week ago on ao3 just to test the waters and its already gotten way more comments and kudos than any fic of mine usually gets this early on so hopefully tumblr enjoys it too :]

—

When Wilbur Soot was born, he came out crying, as most babies do. Covered in vernix and blood, he weighed just barely above the seven-pound mark, gasping out sharp cries that only a parent could truly stand, or worse—love. Though he was the second baby born into the family that day, he was fussed over far more than he would ever be again.

Technoblade, on the other hand, had barely made a sound when he came out, a trail of blood smeared across his forehead, almost as if it was meant to be there. He made small noises that were more akin to confused mumbles, weakly grasping at his father’s hair when he was eventually passed on for the second child to be welcomed into the world.

Only when both boys were held in their father’s grasp did Wilbur quiet down, his soft head leaning into his father’s beard as he stared wide eyed at the boy across from him. Though they looked similar enough, Technoblade’s nose was squished further back into his face, appearing almost snout-like to Philza. Of course Wilbur noted this, wiggling until their father somehow managed to get them pressed right up against each other with minimal damage done. Though Techno never stopped squinting like an annoyed old man at Wilbur, he allowed the other to press a fist against his nose, his eyebrows unfurrowing just the slightest bit at the touch.

From that day on, Philza was the father of two twin boys—a loud boy who cried easily, but always calmed down for his older brother, and a rather monotone one, who’s face seemed to be permanently stuck in a scowl, unless said face was being smushed around by the younger. And things worked like that for a while. Not forever, but...a while.

—

Philza taught Wilbur to braid on a hot Monday afternoon.

It had been a rough day for the boy, though Phil hadn’t a clue why. Maybe he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed? Or maybe he hadn’t slept enough between bedtime and the time Tommy had started crying again, the youngest boy’s crib being right beside his head and all. Though it might’ve seemed cruel from an outsider’s perspective, Wilbur had been the one to ask for it. Something about Tommy being his little brother and how he needed to teach the boy the ways of the world in the same way Techno had taught him—because apparently that was all Techno’s doing now, not Phil’s.

Regardless, Wilbur had been a bit too snippy for Phil’s liking that day, complaining about every little thing they did until finally, the day was over.

Well, as over as it could be with Techno leaving mid foam sword fight, an annoyed shout of ‘I quit!’ leaving his mouth before he snatched up Tommy’s carrier and brought him inside for god knows what reason.

It had only been around four P.M. by that time—too early for dinner, yet too late for Phil to really demand the boy stay outside and continue to entertain himself with a brother who was clearly not entertained himself.

Details aside, Phil isn’t really sure how they got to braiding. He just knows at some point they did and by the end of their outside time, just before the clock struck six, Wilbur had made two thick, messy braids in his hair. They stuck out awkwardly, looking all too similar to Pippi Longstocking’s iconic hairdo for his comfort, but he’d be damned if he took out the braids his son had so happily rushed inside to show his older brother before demanding to do his hair as well. After all, Wilbur didn’t have long enough hair for braids, but Technoblade sure as hell did. It was only at his shoulder blades back then, brunette curls wrapping around his narrow shoulders and thin arms like thick vines.

Wilbur had always enjoyed brushing it out with his fingers and putting cute, handmade clips or flowers in it at random, decorating the waves for his brother who was more than happy to let the boy do as he pleased. Though he would never admit it, Technoblade liked how it felt when Will played with his hair. He was always careful not to tug too hard, prioritizing the comfort of his other half more than the beauty of his work, as he so often referred to it.

So when Will had presented him with the mess that was his first two braids, he wasn’t hesitant at all to let the boy practice on him. Instead, he walked to the couch with a small smile, removing his glasses gently and getting comfortable before his brother plopped down into the space behind him. Long legs draped over long legs with no warning, thighs pressed together as if they were meant to be like that all along—and they might as well have been, for how often they did this.

Phil had watched them from the doorway in content silence, Tommy sitting behind him in a wooden high chair looking bored, but not making a fuss for once. And as he left that doorway to begin dinner, he listened to their muffled conversation and soft bursts of laughter with a small smile on his lips, for he knew things wouldn’t always be this way. They would have to grow up eventually, and when they did, things would change. Phil could only hope it was for the better.

—

When Tommy turns nine, Wilbur teaches him to braid under circumstances not too different from the ones he had learned under himself.

Well. Not too too different.

Philza and Technoblade had been...busy as of late. In the house for three days, out for a week, in for a week, out for three more, over and over and over again. Wilbur had become more like a father to Tommy in recent months than he should’ve been, his fourteenth birthday fast approaching as their father took Techno out for yet another job, one that Wilbur couldn’t come on because he was too fucking weak to do anything Techno could do, too fucking stupid to learn all the techniques Techno did, lacking all the strength and agility his older sibling possessed, like the useless prick he was-

Right. This is about Tommy.

When Tommy was nine, his hair rested gently against his collarbones in the exact same cut and color as their father wore. If Wilbur was a lesser man, he would’ve hated the kid for it, but it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t see what a selfish git their father truly was yet. All he knew was that their dad was busy a lot and that, for some reason, Techno needed to go with him. Apparently, that was enough for him to keep holding onto the idea that one day, the man would stay longer and maybe, just maybe, show him some of the same care that his older brother did.

If Wilbur was a better man, he would tell Tommy the truth. He would tell him all about the way Philza had called him useless in a fight, forcing him to instead stay home and care for a child while still being one himself. He would mention how Philza had given him no instructions on how to care for a developing child, how he left out key details to parenting on his own as a goddamn thirteen-year-old, yet remembered to tell him things would be better this way because god forbid he does his fucking job as a father for anyone but Technoblade—

Who he missed. He missed Technoblade, his other half, so fucking bad it hurt sometimes—so bad it left him gasping for breath at two A.M., his head pounding in tandem with his uneven heartbeat, lungs burning as his snot and tears soaked into his brother’s cold, cold sheets. And it made him feel fucking pathetic because the truth of the matter was that...Techno had left him behind too. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to hate the older boy, no matter how hard he tried. Couldn’t hate Philza either, if he were to be honest with himself, but it was a lot easier to pretend he did when his father was the one putting them all in this position to begin with.

So, Tommy was nine when he learned how to braid.

Phil had promised him and Techno would be back Tuesday morning.

It was Wednesday afternoon.

Tommy didn’t fucking understand, and as frustrating as it was that the prick decided to take it out on Wilbur, he couldn’t blame him. Who else was he supposed to take this shit out on? Certainly not the man who had yet to return.

Wilbur had started the braid as a way to distract him. It was simple, really—tell him you know something he doesn’t and that he won’t get to know if he doesn’t sit the fuck down and listen.

When he had started tugging the boy’s hair back from his face, his immediate reaction was to jerk away, swatting at the hands that hovered over his shoulders. This only happened once or twice more before he let it happen naturally, his posture stiff as Wilbur ran his fingers through the boy’s hair with practiced ease.

Though it may not have seemed like it, Tommy was significantly more averse to touch than Techno had ever been. The only reason Techno even seemed averse to it was because of his hesitance to initiate, something he and Wilbur had discussed in depth. Rejection was one of the few fears Technoblade truly had and Wilbur held that fact close to his heart, ready to die with it if need be. Tommy, on the other hand? He was very particular about where and when and why someone was touching him, and it had taken Wilbur a long time to get used to that fact. But, he wasn’t about to make his little brother uncomfortable just so he could be happy and, eventually, he learned the ins and outs of how to touch TommyInnit without causing issue.

Pulling a few of the shorter strands towards the front of Tommy’s face loose, Will separated the blonde’s hair into three sections. They were rather small, what with how thin and short his hair was, it just barely being long enough to even have a proper braid in it, but Wilbur knew he could make it work.

“Now, Toms, you gotta listen to me here, because I can’t show you this bit, yeah? Phil and Tech aren’t here, and my hair is too short, so you’ll just have to feel it out for now, but...this is how you braid hair-” Wilbur had said in a soft voice, brushing the pad of his thumb over the boys neck slowly to ease the tension out of his shoulders. The effect was immediate, the boy slouching forward as if he had just noticed he was holding himself so sternly. Smiling softly, Wilbur instructed him on how to weave the strands together, answering questions and pulling lightly at Tommy’s hair so he could feel exactly where everything went. After he was done, Tommy had reached back to feel the bumps in his hair, all his earlier anger seemingly gone as he gave a small smile. And then he tried it himself.

Of course he got a bit of help at first, Wilbur’s larger hands guiding his own with gentle corrections, but after that Tommy worked on it alone, his older brother watching in silence from a patch of grass beside the porch step.

That night, Tommy and Wilbur slept in Techno’s bed, a soft, blue blanket wrapped tightly around them. And if another body woke them up at some point that night, shoving its way into the mess of limbs, their chest pressed right up against the youngest boy’s back, then that was only for them to know.

—

At eleven years old, Tommy takes a pair of scissors to his hair. With flushed cheeks and salty lips, his hands shaking and his eyes foggy, he cuts, cuts, cuts, until he can no longer braid his hair—until he can no longer look like fucking Phil.

Even though Wilbur had once said he hated Tommy’s long hair—hated how similar he and their dad looked—he felt like crying as he ran his fingers through the uneven strands. He didn’t tell his brother this though, instead grabbing his face and planting a wet kiss on his freckled forehead. In a fierce whisper, Wilbur had said, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Tommy. So fucking proud.”

Tommy never forgets the way he felt that day. He doesn’t forget Wilbur’s words either.

—

When Wilbur loses his last life, Technoblade tells Tommy to braid his hair.

It wasn’t a question either, but a demand forced out between gritted teeth, his face red, his nose stuffy and his lashes wet with unshed tears. Still, his words were clear as day.

“Braid my fucking hair, Theseus. Braid it.”

It had sounded like a plea falling from Techno’s chapped lips, blood caked under his nails as he sat in front of Tommy on a tree stump, slowly itching at his wrists.

“Wilbur told me to stop you if you ever started doing that-”

“Wilbur isn’t fucking here. Just...braid, Toms. Braid.”

Tommy sniffled, but did as he was told.

Maybe it was because he was too tired to argue with the only person he even had left. Maybe it was because he could tell Technoblade was mad at their father for the first time in his life, and he knew how bad his first time had felt. Or, maybe, it was just because he knew Techno fucking cared. Nobody else seemed to, but he knew Techno did and...that was enough for him.

As long as someone else cared—as long as it was fucking Technoblade—that was enough for him.

Just as Tommy had finished the braid, curling his finger around the light pink tail that tied the whole thing off, Techno yanked it forward. Before he could even register that the hair had left his hand, the older boy had taken an axe to the top of it, letting the rest of his hair fall around his face in uneven curls. Though it was a good ten minutes of work wasted, Tommy couldn’t say a damn thing as he watched Techno pocket the braid, muttering a thank you and heading in the direction of Wilbur’s unofficial grave.

In that moment, he felt relief for the first time in a long while.

—

Wilbur Soot was born covered in vernix and blood, weighing just barely above the seven-pound mark, and he came into the world much like he left it. Everyone had heard his cries—even if they weren’t there, even if they didn’t know him well—they had saw the way he spiraled, desperate and afraid and paranoid, searching for help, but never receiving enough.

And though he was the second child born, he left the world first, returning in a yellow sweater with a small braid tucked behind his ear. He didn’t really know why he had one, but he remembered braiding Techno’s hair and he remembered teaching Tommy how to do his own and he remembered, he remembered, he remembered the braids.

[enekorre]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better 💖

Tagged by: @thenoaidi Tack! :D

Favorite colour: Yellow! It reminds me of happiness and the sun. I miss the sun. I also really like to pair it with either purple or green. Yellow/purple is my favourite combo, but yellow/green is summery and happiness and reminds me of laying inside a juniper tree (they're prickly unless you know what you're doing) one summer at school. It also reminds me of the fields and forests here. Everything is so grey this time of year, it gets me really down.

Currently reading: I'm one of those people who read a ton as a kid, and then suddenly found themselves unable to read. Because of that, I'm currently reading 4 books (I havent touched any of them in a long time). Oldest is the first Raven Cycle book. I got a few chapters in. Next one the list is You will get through this night by Dan Howell. Yes, I mainly bought it for nostalgia (watched Dan's vids as a teen/kid), but also because a self help guide seemed like a good idea. I could probably really use it right now, tbh. Haven't been feeling well for quite a while. Next I have 2 books that maybe shouldn't even be on this list, because I only bought them at the end of october, and I haven't actually started them. One is Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik (Of AO3 founder fame). I really really really loved Temeraire, and I recognized the fannishness of the writing in Uprooted (while reading Temeraire I didn't know she was Astolat, even though book 8 is very much amnesia fic lol). Because it reminded me of fandom I needed to look her up and lo and behold, she has played a big part in my online life without either of us being aware of it. (If you like dragon go read Temeraire. Most libraries will probably have it. They are So Good.) The last book is the third in a series, where I've read the last two previously. It's The winter of the witch by Kathrene Arden. The first two were really good, lots of fun Russian folklore!

Last series: Not sure is Critical role counts, so Midnight Mass. It was really good, and gave a realistic portrayal of people, good and bad. But it is set in a very Christian town and the first half of the whole show had me hissing in discomfort. If you have some sort of trauma/beef with Christianity be aware of that before starting to watch.

Last movie: Hmm... It might have been Dr. Doolittle? I had two friends over, and one of them wanted to watch it. It was a fun time, very much a movie for the whole family. Kinda made me feel like when I was a kid, hoping magic was real.

Sweet, savoury or spicy: I like all three, but I'm a sucker for sweet. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't use snuff, I don't drink coffee... But candy, that's my addiction. I can easily eat several kilos of candy in a day. If I have some at home I usually can't stop myself. The only way past it is simply not buying any. That way, if the night is young and I want some, I at least get a walk in before stuffing my face.

Craving: Recently I've been having issues with eating enough, and in general liking food has never been my thing. So as to not be boring and just say candy, I'm gonna as my grandparents cooking. As a kid I also had issues with food (someone really should have figured out I was autistic a log time ago), but at my grandparents place I would stuff myself. I think one reason is that they make everything from scratch, and another is that they actually season their stuff properly. I'm okay with stuff that doesn't taste, and I'm also okay with really spicy stuff. But everything that in-between, that just kinda tastes, it's really just ewwww to me. I can force myself to eat, but not much and I always feel like it got stuck in my throat afterwards.

Currently working on: Learning to crochet. My sister is having a baby (unplanned, and she's young, and I dislike the dad, so that's one reason to my bad mental health currently), and I want to make stuff for it when it comes out. I'm gonna be the best aunt ever and love the baby very much. So far I've made a tiny duck, but it's really tiny, and so my mom suggested i make one of those hanging mobile things. That way, I can make more in different shapes, and they wont go to waste.

I tag... Hmm...

@thefollow-spot, @acindra, @comp-lady @seriously-a-dragon @yharnamsnewslug, @perskuiskaaja @punalippulaiva and uuuh anyone who sees this and feels they wanna do it!

Also, people tagged, no need to do it if you don't want too :D

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[babysizedfics]

so ,, does ro start going little involuntarily a lot, and acting even smaller now. is he a regressor -🌙

he is not a regressor, as i use the definition of age regressing from healthline which is an all encompassing headspace where you are thrown back into that headspace so much that you literally believe that you legitimately are that age - even when roman is acting extra little if you asked him seriously how old he was, he would KNOW hes still a grownup and he is aware of it

romans littlespace has always had a slight involuntary elemenet we just havent talked about it much - but specifically when he is upset you can tell he has less control over being little. not because he is regressing but just because this has become his best coping mechanism for feeing sad or scared so now his mind has connected a link between feeling sad and feeling little, even if that was hard for him at first because he was insistent his littlespace should be only happy

he does act smaller occassionally but mosty to deal with stress. otherwise he has always SOMETIMES acted that young as i said his littlespace doesnt have an age range and tends to mix up behaviours from a lot of age groups. and even in labd some of his behaviour you could pinpoint as being very young especially when he accidentally made fun of vee then burst into tears

its the fact that the cgs have reassured him about these younger behaviours that roman lets himsef indulge more in them now. its not that hes suddenly younger when hes little now, its that hes more open. the younger babaviours were always there, he was just embarrassed about them. he still is, but hes letting himself be vulnerable now

essentially because he has been little so often and because it helps him express negative feelings and because his caregivers have constantly assured him that its okay to be little, it has opened up that bridge between little and big in his mind more so its easier for him to slip between headspace without noticing

its still age dreaming because he still knows hes an adult even if this can sometimes cause distress like in labd chap 3 (when he gets frustrated that he still has adult thoughts even when hes trying to be little)

but also: something i havent touched on much because i wanted to include it in the roman centric fic is the fact that the caregivers question themselves whether perhaps roman has ALWAYS been a little just without realising, or at least was always just a few steps away from it. because when they first experience romans so called littlespace, they recognise it as very similar to just romans bouncy excitable moods that he has always exhibited

basically romans littlespace is not an elusive state, he doesnt need to be triggered by something to get into that headspace, his littlespace is very literally defined as him just letting go of his inhibitions and insecurities, and thats it.

as soon as he lets his imagination run wild and allows himself to get his energy out in any way he wants and lets go of worrying about looking silly, he acts like a child. so it is sort of involuntary in that sense, in that he doesnt really NEED to consciously act like a child - if he just lets himsef be himself with no barriers, it happens naturally anyway. being little is a part of him and the cgs and eventually jamal theorise that it might have always been

which is why when jamal does know about romans littlespace he very calmly tries to get roman to see that actually roman doesnt always DECIDE when to be little, its actually just a part of him that yes sometimes he chooses to indulge, but othertimes it just comes out in his excitement and playfulness

actually here is a note i saved in december last year, it was me explaining romans littlespace to liv:

roman is constantly like a blurred line between big and little and thats true for a lot of things - its not some elusive state. him being little is literally just him letting go of inhibitions

he doesnt even have to put it on tbh its pretty much just him being playful so yeah he has that childish wonder, and whether or not he is little is just down to terminology

so when he is little on command its about half acting (or full acting if patton asked him to be little out of nowhere) but after a few mins or maybe like half an hour it just is HIM not having barriers and thats where tantrums come from - hes just rlly in that 'not having personal restraint' mindset. he doesnt TRY to have tantrums, he just doesnt bother hiding it when he FEELS

he rlly lets go which is why theres no shame in his behaviour - its not necessarily no self awareness but no self consciousness. he might feel embarrassed if he thinks he is acting like a baby (because of how his classmates infantilised him) but otherwise he feels no shame about his behaviour when he is little

[pinkykitten]

traitor - part 4

2845: EXILE

synopsis: It’s the year 2845. A year where Earth is in shambles and space is the new frontier. You are sent along with other cadets to a distress call about some type of unknown creature. You are new as an engineer on the ship Shiganshina and you have to work for your boss and leader of your group Levi Ackerman. But remember, in space no one can hear you scream.

pairing: levi ackerman x female! reader words: 3,849 dannnnnnggggggg yall gonna be reading a lot imsorry genre: space au, series fic, au fic, gore, thriller, horror, violence, alien au  warning: death, gore, blood 

a/n: i just remebered that i forgot to put 2845: exile on the title in the previous chapter soooo oops. this took so long to write guys and im sorry i havent been updating in a while my bad im sorry i hope i did good on this. im sorry if things are off or misspelled. thank you for reading this series it means so much to me. 

“What the cuss? Levi!” Your heart was racing and palms were sweaty. Panic was setting in. You felt you had let Levi down and you didn’t even know that he was alive or dead. 

You called to Levi so loud you felt the counter along with the items, shake. Your neck vein protruding as you searched vigorously the control room. What if there were more aliens? What if it took Levi and Reiner? 

Into your search you gazed up to see the vent nearby. It came down as if a vacuum cleaner. Maybe they were taken through there?

A flashlight was there and you shone the light up through the vent. It was stretched and looked as if a fight had gone through there. “I think they went through here.”

You rolled the chair to the opening of the vent, stood on the chair and used all your force to pull yourself up into the vent, climbing into it. 

You crawled through the tiny piece of vent. “I’m coming Levi, just please don’t be dead.” All the horror thoughts passed through your mind. What if Levi was dead? What if he was being tortured by the alien? The speeding of your heart was becoming overwhelming that you had to pause and take a breather. You pressed your neck against the cool vent to snap you out and awaken you. Sweat dripped down your neck. 

As you crawled through the tiny space you wondered as to where you would go to find Levi. Marley was such a big ship it would take you weeks to look through out this whole place to find Levi. Where was he? You were so lost until a low voice was hear through your ear piece. 

“So I see you’re trying to find us?” Reiner spoke up, chuckling on the other end. 

“What the cuss, Reiner? What did you do with Levi?”

“Listen, Y/N. I’m over here taking good care of him. Don’t worry about him, he’s in good hands.”

Sighing you rubbed your temples, “I’m not playing this game. Just tell me where you put Levi!” You banged the wall of the vent. 

You could almost hear Reiner smirk on the other end, “Here, I’ll give you this. I’m going to give you an hour to get to the boiler room. Hopefully you make it in time cause if not,” Reiner chuckled, “you know what’s going to happen.” Reiner hanged up the phone and you hopped out the nearest exit of the vent to check the map. 

“Okay the boiler room, the boiler room.” You said repeatedly. Your eyes searched on the screen and you found the boiler room at the bottom of the ship. It was under everything. You had to get into a vent underneath and go down the stairs. “Bingo.”

You looked behind you and you realized you were in the middle of Marley. All rooms, all hallways lead here so this was the hub of the ship. Before this it was probably flooded with people left and right. Most of the gates nearby were closed off. You flung the flamethrower across your shoulder when a bullet whizzed by you, grazing your arm. 

You fell back, wincing, holding the cut. You hid behind a pillar, looking back to see who it was. The person kept peaking out and shooting your way. 

You pulled your gun out and shot a couple times back at the person. He used up all his bullets and so did you so you had to reload. As you lifted the gun back up to shoot, more people came out. They kept, repeatedly shooting at you. You hid and couldn’t get out or else you would of been shot. The gun was held tightly to your chest as you looked up at the gray, steel, ceiling. Whether you got out of this alive or not, you were going to fight till the end. 

As the guy popped out again the look on his face was recognizable. He was one of the men on the mission on Marley. He was friends with Reiner, and Annie. It was a man named Bertholdt. Why were these people trying to kill you? Why was Bertholdt trying to kill you?

You looked at the crowd and saw around 10 people that were trying to kill you. As you reloaded your gun you heard a creak in the upstairs flooring. Was it another alien?

“Guys, there is a dangerous creature on this ship. We need to be quiet, please,” you begged. Maybe hoping that seeing their life was in jeopardy that they would stop. 

“Shut up,” Bertholdt snarled at you. 

“Why do you have beef with me, man? What have I ever done to you?” You shouted back, still keeping cover from the bullets. “I don’t even know you.”

“Oh don’t worry Y/N, you’ll know me.”

“Don’t get too lucky,” you smirked. You rolled out and shot as many times as you could, getting 2 guys. You then hid behind a wooden box. It was getting shot and not being able to hold up. As you were about to give up hope, Petra and Hange sprinted to the scene and hid behind with you. 

“Oh my God, what are you guys doing here?” You hugged Hange and Petra. 

“We saw our girl need help,” Petra patted your shoulder. 

Hange put her thumbs up, “we have you.”

You grinned as you nodded and you three in unison got up and shot the group. Hange got closer to them and shot with a furry within her. 

Most of the group was wearing masks to cover their identity and you didn’t know why. You shot one guy and was trying to shoot another but it was empty. 

“Crap,” your teeth clenched. The opposite guy tried to shoot you back but his gun was jammed. You punched him good in the face and he stumbled back but did not fall. He ducked your other blow and punched your stomach. The breath was taken out of you as the pain flowed through your body. You walked backwards and gained distance to kick high in the air to his face. The man fell on his butt and back. You walked up to him and put your foot down hard on his throat. He was struggling to breathe, whilst you reloaded your gun. You clicked it and pointed it straight to his head, “who are you?” He didn’t answer and you pushed harder on his throat, making him cry. “Answer me.”

He pushed his mask down and you made out that it was Eld Jinn. 

“What?” You were so confused and felt he was a traitor. How could he do this to you? “Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends?” You had tears gloss over your eyes. He was quiet until he got shot right in the middle of the forehead. You screamed as you looked back to see Hange had shot him. 

“Why did you do that?” You cried as the blood was splattered on your face and clothes. The smell of iron wafting through your nose. 

Hange wiped her gun with a handkerchief, “as Levi would say, super filthy.”

You felt so lost and you felt like crying and so exhausted. Looking at the group you saw they were no longer alive except Bertholdt. You look into his eyes and he shoots forward to Petra’s chest. 

You gasped as Petra’s shirt got more damp with blood as the red circle got bigger and bigger. She fell back as you screamed and ran to her, shooting Bertholdt in the chest as well. “Petra! Please no, Petra!” You put pressure on the wound to try to stop the bleeding but you and her knew there was no saving Petra. She was going to die. “You’re okay, you’re okay. Stay with me, just stay with me.” You held her head up as she bled from her mouth. She coughed up blood and looked within your eyes. 

Hange helped with the blood and tried to stop it but Petra held her bloody soaked hands. Enough was enough. 

“I’m going to be okay,” she smiled brightly up at you and Hange. “It’s going to be okay.” She caressed your face. 

“B-but we can help you,” you stuttered, tears dripping and mixing with her blood. 

“Listen to me Y/N, I don’t have much time. Don’t trust no one Y/N-” She was about to say more when the life was sucked away from her. She was gone. You cried in her shoulder as you touched her red hair. 

“No!” 

You looked up at the balcony on the other floor to see Oluo, clutching his head in his hands. The color was drained from his face and the look of horror would be something that would traumatize you forever. 

You felt so sorry knowing that he and Petra had history. You didn’t know how it felt to see the love of your life laying there in their pool of blood. 

Tears fell down your face and you had a moment of going through the same hurt with Oluo. Both your eyes met and it was in that moment he knew how sorry you were and that you tried everything to save and protect his love. 

Oluo proceeded to sob but left, you assumed as not to deal with the shock and pain.  

You stomped your foot on the man’s neck, that shot Petra, to make him start choking. He only had a few minutes left before he would loose too much blood and die so you needed to ask fast. “Now I’m going to ask again, who are you?”

“Go to Hell!” He spat blood in your face. 

Your foot was pressed down harder and the man winced. “Tell me.”

“Okay, I’m Bertholdt Hoover. I was sent on the mission with Annie and Reiner.”

That’s where you recognized him from but nothing made sense. If he was on this mission, why did he want to kill you?

You cocked the gun to his forehead, “why did you try to kill me then? I came to rescue you with my crew from ship Shingashina. Zeke sent us. We found Annie and Reiner-”

“Annie?” He sounded surprised but happy. “Good, I’m glad she is alive.”

“Why did you try to kill us Bertholdt?”

He looked up to the ceiling and smirked. You couldn’t tell if he was going to say more or not but his weak body was picked up like a rag doll. You remembered that purring, growling noise and your eyes met with what you thought was dead. The tall alien picked up Bertholdt’s body, high in the air. 

You backed away, keeping an arm out to place Hange behind you. 

“I thought they were dead.” You mouth quivered. 

In one swift movement the alien opened his mouth wide and wrapped it’s full, long, sharp teeth around Bertholdt’s head. It pushed it’s head back and ripped the skull from the neck like a lollipop from it’s stick. Bertholdt’s blood spilled from his decapitated body and from the alien’s mouth. 

You wanted to move but what you just saw made you so sick you vomited all over the floor. Shoes stuck to the ground like there was glue. You were frozen. 

Hange grabbed your hand and sprinted away with you to try to get to safety. You and her end up in a small computer room. You mesh the wires together found on the broken lock of the door and make it that the door locks. You also go to the computers and close the vents there. 

“I think we are safe now.” Hange seemed so stoic, so normal as if this didn’t mess with her at all. It almost insulted you. 

“How are you okay? We just saw this guy get his head eaten off.”

Hange sat on the floor near the door, “he tried to kill you and he killed Petra, maybe he deserved it.”

You were silent as that was true. Petra was on that floor, dead, because of him. “I can’t believe she is gone.” You played with your fingers as the reality of things started to sink in. 

“I know. She was a good fighter and friend.”

Anger boiled inside and you picked the computer up and threw it to the wall, smashing it. “I don’t understand!”

“What? A computer, I thought you were an engineer Y/N.”

“No, not that Hange. I mean I don't understand why Bertholdt tried to kill us? I thought we were on the same side! Didn’t Zeke notify Bertholdt and his crew that we were coming.”

“Maybe Bertholdt never got the signal, the word. I mean the place is a mess and out of control. Myabe they thought he was dead and didn’t tell him.” Hange tapped her lip in thought. 

Feeling exhausted, you sat next to Hange as you slid down the wall, plopping right beside her. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It’s taking a huge toll on me.” You reached for your guns and made a pile of all your weapons to bring relief to your back. “I’m tired, hungry and I don’t even know if Levi or Annie are alive. I don’t even know where Shigashina is at! Or if Erwin is dead! I lost almost all the crew and that cussing thing is still here. I thought I killed it but to my luck there are more.”

“Are you done then?”

It took you a moment to comprehend the words that Hange said, “what?”

“Are you done then? Finished with the mission? Do you want to go back home?”

You laughed, “I don’t have a home Hange. I never really belonged anywhere.”

“Yes, you do. You belong here. There is a reason you were chosen for this mission. Not anyone can do what you are doing. You’re an engineer. You are smart and brave. Now someone needs you. Levi is depending on you and I know that if the tables were turned, Levi would come save you.” She pulled out her card that is used on the ships. Even though she entered into the space program so long ago, Hange didn’t age or look any different. She admired the glossy card that had her information on it and her face and chuckled. “There was a time when I first had met Levi that I was explaining that there cannot be life on any other planet, that it is impossible according to data. But he looked me square in the face and proved me wrong with a simple sentence. How do you know your data is right? It got me thinking that he may have a point.” Hange turned her way to look at you. “Levi has been a quiet, son of a cuss sometimes, he hates filth and annoying people. He is tough, strong, knows what he’s doing type of guy. But he’s also loving, even though he doesn’t show it sometimes. He hungers for truth and why something is the way it is. He protects people he loves the most. Levi deserves you trying your hardest and he needs you Y/N right now. If you give up on yourself, you give up on him.”

Hange was right. You didn’t want to get close to someone or care about someone in case they got hurt or worse. You didn’t want to have to live with that. You always pushed people away, not wanting to get hurt or get them hurt. Hange saw right through you, she kicked down your walls. She brought out someone new. The new you loved and cared about others. You had to put your big girl panties on and go be there for Levi. You needed to save him. 

You collected all your weapons.

Hange’s curious eyes traveled up your towering form, “What are you doing?”

“Going to save my second in command.”

Hange smiled as you swung your hand out for her to take to aid her in helping her up. “What made you change your mind?”

You smirked, “shut up. Hey, I never asked, where did you grow up? What made you want to become part of the space program?”

Hange was about to answer when the speakers blared loudly throughout the ship. You recognized the voice as Reiner’s.

“Good to see you Y/N and Hange are still alive. I’m not surprised, Y/N’s good.”

Turning your head around in order to find a camera, you do and place yourself right in front. “What the cuss is wrong with you Reiner? Where are you?”

Reiner chuckled, “calm down Y/N. I knew you would be questioning my presence. Levi is fine, I think. Not real sure at the moment though.”

You banged the wall beside the camera, anger evident on your face. “I swear if you touch Levi-”

“I won’t, yet. You only have 10 minutes left to find him. Better make it quick, and I promise, I’m not going to make it easy for you.” His voice stopped and it was up to you to decide what to do.

Right, of course he wasn’t. You had to go to the boiler room, that was where it would all go down.

Just around the corner was the boiler room. 

“Do you need a weapon, Hange? This might get messy.” You cocked your gun.

“I’m fine,” Hange put bullets in her gun.

You gave way to a big breath. As you turned the corner you were met with eggs upon eggs of what seemed to be from the alien. 

“Oh my God, Hange.” You were shocked. Mouth opened wide. “I can’t believe this,” you talked low, so as not to wake anything. You felt almost faint. How were you going to get through this?

“These are it’s eggs. It seems to be its nesting place.” Hange looked around. The eggs spilled goo and were still shut, but some were spilled open. 

“And I thought there was only one alien.”

Hange looked as if to say something but kept her mouth shut. She seemed nervous and terrified. 

“Stay behind me. Let’s move forward. If you see or hear anything tap on me.” You pulled your flamethrower instead and pointed it to whatever predator that awaited you. You two walked straight. Every bump, noise, shook you two to the core. The saliva from the alien dropped down from the vents and ceiling. 

“Y/N!” Hange smacked your arm. You heard the squeal of another alien and it was the ones the crawled on the floor. It was coming towards you. 

You used the flamethrower on it and burned it to a crisp, killing it. Seeing your surroundings, corpses laid against the walls. Those that crawled on the floor were on the faces of the corpses. They seemed to hug the faces. They were very dangerous and killed just as bad as the alien. 

More groups of the face huggers stormed after you. You blasted the fire right on them, feeling the heat on your skin as your sweat dripped. There were puddles of unknown liquid that rose up high to your knees. The anticipation was high. You were worried about Levi and wanted him to be alright but you were scared to see the reality of things. 

In the distance, Levi was lying on the floor, unconscious. 

“Levi!” You ran to his weak body, kneeling down to him. His skin was cold as you touched his cheek. “Please Levi, please be awake.” Tears were filling up your eyes. 

“Annie!” Hange shouted. 

You looked behind you to see Annie was hung up by vines and goo onto the wall behind her. She too was unconscious. You didn’t understand why she was up there. Did the alien put her there?

Levi started coughing and caught your hand. “Hey Y/N,” his voice was raspy and weak. 

“Levi!” You hugged him tight. “I thought I lost you.” 

“I can’t believe you came back for me.”

You looked in his dark eyes and brushed his hair, “I’m sorry you ever doubted me.”

Hange helped Levi up while you went to Annie. Her skin was pale with no rose color to her cheeks. Her eyes had bags under them and they were dark. 

“Poor Annie. I’m sorry you had to go through this,” you tried cutting the vines off. It took a lot of sawing until it worked and she fell down in your arms. You were about to bring them both up when you heard footsteps behind you. 

“So you made it. Good for you. I almost didn’t believe in you.”

“Reiner,” you gritted your teeth. “Better step out of the way, we’re leaving.”

“Not on my watch,” Reiner shoots at you and Hange. You push Annie and Levi behind a corner since they are too weak to fight. 

You shoot repeatedly at Reiner from behind a wooden box. Hange is behind that as well, shooting. Reiner takes cover from around a corner, popping his head out every once in a while to take some risky shots. 

“This doesn’t seem to work. I’m going to go up to him. You stay here,” you were willing to risk your life. You showed yourself and shot at Reiner. Reiner came out as well and you two were going head to toe. 

Hange was distracted and didn’t notice the growling in the back of her. From the corner of your eye you saw a black figure, looming above her. It was the alien!

“Hange look out!”

Hange turned around with her hands covering her face and the alien tore Hange’s arm off. What surprised you was there was no blood, bones, or muscle. Your heart almost stopped. All along Hange was an android. 

“What the?” You were so confused. You felt lied to, betrayed and that you had so many questions. What was real and what was a façade? You were too busy worrying about Hange you didn’t see Reiner about to shoot you in the heart. 

Levi slides your way and from under you stabs Reiner on the thigh. Reiner roars in pain and pushes you and Levi out the gate of the ship Shigashina. 

It all happened so fast. Your body fell on top of Levi’s as Shigashina used hyperspace to disappear. In a flash they were gone. 

“No!” You cried, sinking to your knees in such disappointment. 

Levi tapped your shoulder, “Y/N I think you need to see this.”

You turn around and realize you and Levi were on a planet where there were many eggs littered on it. “What the cuss is this place?”

As you looked around the eggs were the same ones in the ship a few minutes ago, “It seems this is where that creature is from.”

All the talking you and Levi did you both didn’t realize that you guys didn’t have any space suit. Struggling to breathe you looked to Levi and in that moment it looked as if for once in his life he had no plan to get out of this one. 

a/n: oooh i wonder whats gonna happen next.....i hope i did a good plot twist tho lol i feel like im good at these things and then when they happen and i actually write them down i then think noooobad idea! abort!

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fanfic writer tag game <3

helloooo <3 thank u for tagging me @hannie-dul-set this is so cute lol

ummmm! i think i will tag. @leejuyeeon and @seokmingiggles !! and as always anyone else who wants to <33

peum ~

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

omg lets see if i can do this in order. i think the first fandom i ever wrote fanfic for was creepypasta LMAOO and then... fairy tail? then 5 seconds of summer, then maybe it 2017?? voltron legendary defender, detroit become human, monster prom and mystic messenger kind of overlapped, the arcana !!! then my hero academia, haikyuu, a Little bit of demon slayer... i think thats it lol

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

seventeen is all for rn, but i’m thinking of also writing for mha again and adding jjk!!

3. how long have you been writing?

oh wow for like... probably around 6 years? maybe 6 and a half

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

rn just tumblr, i used to post more actively on ao3 but i havent since i started writing for kpop

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

ahhh like !!! comfort fics!!! i think theres something really sweet in those unspoken feelings during moments you think you’ll never forget... the idea of being with someone and you’re just so sure they’re your favorite person, and then warmth that comes with that realization... wahh

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

oh it depends i think. for longer fics i like to plan them out, but i really wing it with like timestamps or shorter ones

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

ONE SHOTS. my god i fucking suck at multi-chapter shit LMAOO ive only done 1 series like that and it was so rough for me lol

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

hm how do i explain this... anything that makes sense? however long it takes for it to feel like the chapter/fic is summed up or completed. i used to worry about word counts a lot but now i rarely pay attention to them, both in reading and writing

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

if we’re talking about multi-chaptered, then the color of you wins at 17k !! in terms of one shots, it’s for now; forever at 9k!

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh boy. i think... anything from the last like. 8 months? my svt stuff for sure!! i went a while without writing in between like january-late november 2020, and i was worried that my writing would suffer a lot... it took a sec for me to get back into the groove of things but i’m feeling happier than ever with the stuff i write now. i feel like ive matured about the way i approach my own writing and ideas, and how i do everything, and my fics make me really proud. ive started writing within different aus that i hadnt touched before, or talking about different feelings or ideas, etc... i really feel like ive grown with this most recent burst lol, and i love working on them! i get so hyped up when im in the middle of writing or even planning, im just so excited to share all of it hehe

11. favorite request you've have written and why (if any?)

ah its been so long since ive worked with requests that i cant remember anything LOL

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

yes. it is comfort and content. it is the feeling of love. it is holding hands on a walk in the middle of spring and smelling flowers. it is the sound of leaves when a gust of wind blows past. it is looking into ur lovers eyes and feeling nothing but pure fondness

13. current number of wips?

fuck like somewhere around 20 probably

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i really like repetition (specifically in sentences if that makes sense??), LOTS of unspoken things (even if i picture a fic with an established relationship, i dont say it within the fic; and especially concerning romantic feelings, i love when things go unsaid and are FELT full force), i think a lot of detailed rambling... i really like to try and describe emotions and stuff in the most abstract and obscure ways lol i feel like it makes things a little more palpable and honest

15. a quote you like from a published story

im gonna do a few. Lol. firstly this long one from pretend people can unlearn:

“Are you…” Jeonghan starts, and when you look at him, his eyes are still on the city in front of you. “Are you ever afraid that we’ll fall out of love?”

It never occurred to you that this was love. It’s not like the love you’ve experienced in the past, not even close. But maybe… maybe that’s why you never leave, why you hold yourself back from certain arguments like it might fix everything. Maybe love is the reason why Jeonghan still seems to believe in you. Why he promises he’ll be the best thing for you despite always breaking that promise.

(Is it love, a voice in your head questions, or is it longing?)

It takes you a while to respond. “I don’t know,” you end up saying, because you really don’t. Jeonghan turns his head and looks at you, and you half expect him to start an argument in the middle of night, out on the street like this. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Would that… be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan answers, just like you. His voice is soft. You want to reach for his hand just to hold it. “You’re still…”

He pauses, like he’s trying to find the right word. You let him take his time, for once, instead of accusing him of the worst. “I’m still?”

“Everything,” he tells you. He looks so sad and you reach out for him because it’s the only thing you can offer. You think the worst thing about your relationship with Jeonghan is that you will always believe him when he gets like this, just like you’ll believe him when he takes it back in the heat of a fight.

next is from like there isn’t something missing <3

But you’re crying into his chest because it’s not you, and it’s not him. Seungcheol wonders if it was always meant to be like this, if the two of you were always meant to part or if something… if something just went wrong, somewhere. A bump that did a bit more damage than either of you thought.

He tries not to think about it now. Tears fill his own eyes as he presses a kiss to your hair because he loved you. He truly did.

“I was so lucky to love you,” he murmurs, voice a cracked whisper. “I’m so happy I got the chance.”

When Seungcheol wakes up the next morning in an empty bed, he’s not surprised. But the Post-It note that’s dressed in your handwriting…

Well. It’s over.

and this last one from only for you, i will dance !!

“This will always be our own time,” he says. “We’ll meet here.”

You know. He says it every time. It never fails to make your heart soar.

“Our thirteenth month,” you say, just like every time. Chan smiles.

He kisses you so strong you feel yourself falling.

16. a quote from an unpublished story

ahh ok ill do a few here too!!! one is something ive begun writing, the other is one that i’ve just been working on planning out <3

Smoke blows past somebody else’s lips and partially obstructs Wonwoo’s view of you.

He hasn’t been to a party like this in a long time. It’s elegant, more of a gala than anything. He can’t remember who threw it or for what reason. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, watching you make conversation with the partygoers. They all have old money to throw around, the symbolism stitched into their suit jackets and red-rimmed heels; remnants of it left on tables and in the contents of expensive cigars.

You play them like you are one of them, tell them the right things with a silver tongue. Wonwoo always watches, plays the part of an observer. It’s impressive, the way you float around the room like it’s nothing.

Wonwoo observes; Wonwoo knows things.

and the second one...

"you don't know me," you respond. your voice carries no bite, just a fact, and joshua knows this

"i want to," he says after a second. "if you'll let me."

and he's asking permission to be your friend, to be close to you, something so tender and strangely polite

it makes you feel almost sad

"don't expect too much," you say, a little teasing. joshua only smiles

17. space for you to say something to your readers

wahhh thank you all so much!!! when i first got into writing for kpop it was a lot different mostly because i think... i was writing stuff for different anime before, and i had built up a big following because of that and my works always did like, really exceptional in terms of notes and feedback and such, and getting into kpop... has been rough on that end 💀 but i appreciate your support thus far, even if it’s small... i’m still working towards a standard that i have for myself!!! so please be patient with me, thank you for the support !!

also please find it in yourself to leave lil comments or any sort of feedback... please..... PLEASE... any creator ever understands this struggle please always try to do this!!! for me and for any other creator you follow and enjoy content from <333

[stxphxn-strange]

i want to start posting from my ironstrange college au (remember the makeup fic i posted in like november? i’ll link it below but it’s from that verse) so! let me explain it:

reminder that this is an au and it’s my au, so i decide how this all goes!

Ships:

IronStrange (duh)

ThorBruce

Valcarol

Sambucky

Christine x Hope Van Dyne* (this gets complicated)

Eventual Pristine

Past Stony, Past Stucky

(Lowkey I’m also figuring out if Rhodey x T’challa could be a ship? they both seem too independent but i also might add it in)

Character Notes:

Tony deliberately never specifies if he prefers to go by Anthony or Tony. People call him both, or also his friends call him Ant. Stephen does not/has never called him Tony, he’s always known him as Anthony.

Happy just tends to go by H or Harry (anyone who calls him Harold receives a death glare, but as a joke Rhodey got him a T-shirt and the pattern is just name tags that say “hello my name is Harold.”)

Rhodey just goes by Rhodey bc Tony *insisted* that all their friends call him that and plus he doesn’t hate the nickname.

Natasha is part of this but she doesn’t go to school with the rest of the group. She’s Tony’s half sister and is the biological daughter of Maria Stark and her best friend. She lives in Italy with some of Tony’s extended family and her bio dad. Few people know of her existence, or they know her as Maria’s niece (for her own protection). It doesn’t rly matter that Howard has no idea who she rly is, he wasn’t with her the entire time Maria was pregnant w Natasha bc she was in Italy (and brought Tony with her)

Roommates:

- Tony and Rhodey are roommates, and they live two floors above the four suitemates. The four suitemates are: Christine and Pepper (who share a room) and Stephen and Wong (who share the other room) despite that, the six of them tend to move fluidly in between both spaces.

- Hela and Carol

- Val and Hope

- Thor and T’challa (Bruce spends a lot of time w them)

- Bruce, Sam, and Loki (as chaotic as it sounds btw)

- Bucky and Happy, who I’ve decided are very close. (btw nobody particularly enjoys the fact that Sam and Bucky live next door to each other, when they’re Busy their roommates can be found w Stephen and Co. or one of the other Odinson siblings).

Friend Groups (note: people overlap/belong to multiple groups, this is also not the full list bc that could go on for a long time):

- The Main Six: Tony, Rhodey, Stephen, Wong, Christine, and Pepper.

- Team Big Brain: Tony, Bruce, Stephen, Hope, Carol, Christine, and Bucky.

- Doctors: Stephen, Tony, Christine, and Bruce.

- Dumbass Protection Squad: Hela, T’Challa, Carol, Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper (usually).

- Psych Majors: Pepper, Wong, T’Challa and Loki.

- Stark Industries: Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy.

- People who Like Astrology: Loki, Bucky, Val, sometimes Christine.

Storylines (There’s no established time frame for this really, but it doesn’t follow mcu canon or any canon):

- Stephen and Tony are lifelong friends. They met on the first day of kindergarten and went to school together in NY (where both their families lived at the time) until middle school. For unspecified reasons, Stephen’s parents opted to move the Strange family to Nebraska before the start of 6th grade. Stephen and Tony were Devastated but were already inseparable at that point and stayed in touch. A business opportunity moved the Starks from NY to California. Stephen stayed in Nebraska for high school but Tony’s parents sent him to boarding school (read: Howard sent him away to avoid having to actually parent, and he thought he was lifting a burden from Maria. This was Not The Case, as she loved her son dearly and would call him everyday. Tony appreciated this more than he ever thought possible.)

- Howard and Stane viewed boarding school as a chance to groom Tony into something malleable and submissive enough to take orders from anyone. His obvious feelings for Stephen (with whom he was still incredibly close) were a Great Concern, so the executive decision was made to set Tony up with Steve Rogers, a blond athlete from his school. It was a way to keep Tony’s sexuality controlled, and Howard didn’t think Stephen was anywhere close to the level he wanted Tony to be (of course, Howard didn’t think his son lived up to his expectations anyway. It was more about control). On the surface, Steve was sweet and everything you could want in a partner, and he even charmed Maria into liking him. She genuinely believed he’d be a good match for her son, so it hurt when she found out what he was really like. Rhodey was Tony’s boarding school roommate for all four (4) years. They met and hit it off overnight, Rhodey instantly feeling brotherly love and the need to protect Tony (or “Tones” as he called him. Rhodey is usually the only one to call him that). Rhodey and Steve did Not see eye to eye on anything, least of all how Tony should be treated. Steve was terrible to him, and Rhodey’s heart broke when Tony admitted he was too scared to break up with him.

- Reenter Stephen. After a particularly bad day, Tony called Maria and Stephen sobbing, missing the two (2) people he talked to more than anyone except maybe Rhodey. It was then he confessed what kind of boyfriend Steve was, and Maria gasped before saying, “Dump him. Let me handle the rest.” That very day, Stephen left school early and traveled to see Tony. It was 2am when he finally arrived, throwing rocks at the window and then scaling the side of the building once he had Tony’s attention. Stephen and Rhodey met the next morning, when Rhodey came back from classes and found his roommate asleep him.

- “So you’re the one who climbed in through my window,” Rhodey said. “For a good reason, I assume.” Stephen confessed it was because he loved Tony and wanted to be there for him, didn’t want him to hurt. (It’s fair to say, though, that Stephen visited before/Tony went to visit him, and they’d spent secret time together over the summers). Tony, believing himself incapable of love, didn’t reject Stephen’s confession but assumed it was only love between friends. The summer before they all left for college (Rhodey, originally from Texas, was also going to school in NY with Tony and Stephen. NY was a big part of who they both were, and they both dreamed of studying there together), they finally started dating at Maria Stark’s motherly demand.

- This demand came a short time before Howard and Maria died, and it also came with admissions of guilt and lots of tears. “I was wrong about Rogers,” she said. “You don’t have to accept what I say or forgive me, but I know Stephen is the right one for you. I think I’ve always known.” (No shit, everyone knew) Knowong she was genuinely sorry, Tony forgave her not knowing that she would die a few months later.

- Most of this canon I’ve created takes place starting in their junior year of college, so everyone has gotten to know each other quite well. I’m sure the more I write from this the more I’ll flesh out relationships between certain characters, but one I want to mention is that Tony and Bucky are very close and co-presidents of the “I Dumped Steve Rogers for Peace of Mind” club. Steve goes to college in the next state/a little further north (that’s as specific as it’ll get for now) and dated Bucky the group’s freshman year. Tony didn’t know any of this until Bucky brought him over one day, and after they (Tony and Bucky) had a talk about the way Steve is as a partner, Bucky realized some things and dumped Steve. He remains angry at them both, especially Tony, from a short distance away which terrifies Tony.

- Sam and Bucky kissed for the first time at a truth or dare night Thor and T’Challa hosted in the group’s sophomore year. After they kissed (Sam initiated) they both shyly admitted feelings for each other.

*Now here’s where things get a little dicey. I started this au with Christine and Hope together for no particular reason, maybe they were on a club sports team together and started dating from there? But Pepper fell in love w Christine at first sight, and it got worse and worse the more they got to know each other. Much like Stephen and Tony, they’re the kind of people who meet each other and just click, even if the eventual path to Pristine involves lots of tears and jealousy for Pepper that Stephen never really experienced. He didn’t feel jealous of Tony and Steve’s relationship, because he wasn’t at boarding school with Tony and there wasn’t much he could do. But as a supportive and concerned (and honest but kind) friend, he was always encouraging and there to listen to Tony. Is Pepper going to be as good of a friend to Christine as Stephen was to Tony while Christine gets ready to marry Hope after undergrad??? that’s the question my forthcoming college au fic will answer.

Also mentioned in my forthcoming fic (which I’m still writing rn)

- post undergrad Wong works as a museum director/curator (havent decided yet, maybe he works his way up the ranks) and double majored in psych and history.

- Stephen, Tony, Happy, Rhodey, and Wong all live together and the rest of the group lives around NYC.

- Stephen, Christine, and Bruce (The Doctor friend group) are all pursuing medical degrees while the SI friend group is transforming the company completely.

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Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk! Congrats on reading all the way to the end lmao. I second guessed posting this a lot but then i remembered that it’s mine and I’m just sharing pre-fic thoughts lol. Thanks for reading/for your support of my work y’all!

Read the makeup fic (it doesn’t have a title) here.

💜💜💜💜

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

I finished watching Cursed and jumped on the Green Knight Weeping Monk and Squirrel is their adopted son bandwagon so hard.  I’m writing a fic: Its Rated Explicit and can be found here "Redemption, My Love." (5689 words) by SennexTheAssasinKingOfLight Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Cursed (TV 2020) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Gawain | The Green Knight & The Weeping Monk | Lancelot (Cursed), Gawain | The Green Knight & Squirrel | Percival & The Weeping Monk | Lancelot (Cursed), platonic - Relationship Characters: Gawain | The Green Knight (Cursed), The Weeping Monk | Lancelot (Cursed), Squirrel | Percival (Cursed), Pym (Cursed), Nimue (Cursed), Arthur (Cursed), Merlin (Cursed), Morgana | Igraine (Cursed), Kaze (Cursed), anyone else who ends up being important enough to get named Additional Tags: redemption arc, blasphemy because i mean were talking about religions and its going to happen, Canon Typical Violence, Maybe more - Freeform, Angst, Self Loathing, Self-Flagellation, Self-Harm, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Lancelot and Percival are doing their best, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Room, Sharing Clothes, Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem Issues, Hatred, Everyone Needs A Hug, Not Canon Compliant, post season one, canon divergant, Hypocrisy, Loss of Faith, Loss of Identity, Ill add tags as I go and things become relevant, No Beta, we die like father carden only he deserved it, Lancelot has issues but he is healing so he will be okay, Percavil is a gem but he needs to calm down, Percavil gives the best hugs, this fic will be dark, Happy Ending, I already wrote the ending, not the in between parts, Gawain cares more than he wants to, but it ends up being good, Gawain is over protective of his boys, ALL RELATIONSHIPS WITH PERCAVIL ARE PLATONIC, I havent found anything weird but that needed to be clarified, Hate to Love, learning to love, Impending Awkwardness, Found Family, Learning to fit in, Lancelot centric because thats not obvious from the tags, Squirrel is a ball of energy but a good son, How Do I Tag, Gawain and Lancelot are oblivious, but not really considering some of the stuff im writing into lancelots past, also religious zealots, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Religious Content, etcetera - Freeform, slowburn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, thats really the only option here, Im sorry I always hurt the characters I like, I will likely regret this, I hope I dont Summary:

Post season one: Gawain lives and tracks down one Weeping Monk and one Squirrel. He is surprised to find the young boy so protective of the monk, but when he hears the story his heart softens a touch. It helps that Percival argues that he is a knight now and owes the monk a life debt. Gawain knows things will get interesting, but he himself had said, "All Fey are brothers, even the lost ones." Maybe now this lost brother will come home. Little does he realize that in the process of helping Lancelot come home, discover his roots, learn to love himself and others, to differentiate between kindness and hate, that he would fall in love.

or Lancelot is accepted among the Fey, barely, and spends the next three years learning what Redemption means and trying to attain it while fighting for the Fey cause. oh, and in the process he finds love in the form of the Green Knight, and family in Pym and Squirrel.

Probably Wildly Canon Divergant.

">“Redemption, My Love.” 

  Here’s the Summary:  Post season one: Gawain lives and tracks down one Weeping Monk and one Squirrel. He is surprised to find the young boy so protective of the monk, but when he hears the story his heart softens a touch. It helps that Percival argues that he is a knight now and owes the monk a life debt. Gawain knows things will get interesting, but he himself had said, "All Fey are brothers, even the lost ones." Maybe now this lost brother will come home. Little does he realize that in the process of helping Lancelot come home, discover his roots, learn to love himself and others, to differentiate between kindness and hate, that he would fall in love. Or  Lancelot is accepted among the Fey, barely, and spends the next three years learning what Redemption means and trying to attain it while fighting for the Fey cause. oh, and in the process he finds love in the form of the Green Knight, and family in Pym and Squirrel. Probably Wildly Canon Divergant. P.S. If the link didn’t take let me know. But my AO3 username is the same and that is the fic title.