#i can't believe i write stuff i work hard on for FREE and he gets paid probably way more than my teachers salary to write complete schlock

[ooops-i-arted]

Separate of feelings on tcw and its unending array of spinoffs (though honestly, day by day I find myself sliding closer to your attitude about them) I do think filoni and favreau's treatment of the Star Wars/Disney brand is worthy of an academic paper. Specifically looking at how allergic to consistency it all (including the sequels) is. Because again, regardless of feeling, I think there are some really wacky choices being put to screen that often contradict itself in ways that actively antagonises and alienates its audience. Because say what you will about the prequels, but at least they had a clear vision throughout. Personally I think they were the last time SW had any sort of clear vision but that might just be me being bitter about Din's treatment in s3... :P

Yeah, anyway, stopping before I get rambly-er...It was just something that sorta stuck me as I was backreading some of your clone wars critical posts.

The underlying problem imo is that Disney wants money, not a consistent story. George Lucas of course wanted to make money, I'm sure, but he had a consistent story and he stuck to his guns throughout. People hated the prequels when they came out, but George Lucas stuck to his overall story even if he tweaked things (like reducing Jar Jar's screen time). The sequel trilogy makes it abundantly clear that Disney changed things as soon as there was any sort of backlash and they risked losing money - Finn CLEARLY being Force-sensitive but shafted by the story and never allowed to be a Jedi with Incel Poster Boy Kylo Ren given all the attention instead makes it very clear that's what happened.

It's more than that with Filoni - at this point I think some of my students have more consistent storylines in their play than he does in his paid work! He drops anything like a hot potato when something more interesting to him comes along. I've been saying this since Rebels season 2 finale - half of your ensemble cast doesn't even feature in the season finale and the rest are shoved aside so your OC and Darth Vader can have a rematch that's meaningless to anyone that hasn't seen TCW instead?? That's fucking bad writing. It's a pattern that continued. TCW had a message of just because the clones look the same doesn't mean they aren't individuals with value - wait, no, we have the individualistic, specialier (whiter) Bad Batch butt in during season 7. Din and Grogu have a heartfelt separation that's for Grogu's benefit? Nope, he's back with Din in the next show. Boba Fett getting some good character development and becoming a leader? Nah, back to the Mandalorian. (I love Din, but again: fucking bad writing. Temuera Morrison has every right to be salty as fuck.) Din having the potential to be come the leader the Mandalorians need and can respect and follow? Nah, just hand the sword to Girlboss Barbie Bo even though she's lost it and we've done this arc already what, three times? Actually no, never mind the Darksaber, let's break it! Anyone wanna take a bet that it's gonna be reforged in Season 4?

[ereawrites]

Hey gurl✨ I’m in my wife era rn so maybe some Shisui and/or Tobirama husband/jealous husband hcs?🫣 I loooovee your writing and tbh your thoughts are my thoughts so no pressure😩 If you not feeling it feel free to ignore me babe🧚🏻‍♀️

YOU HAVE FED ME SO GOOD MISS GIRL! under the cut for length

shisui

this isn't too relevant but I have to include it. it's too cute. I definitely see shisui getting married pretty young, like early 20s. if he finds his person he's going for it. probably gets a lot of shit for it from his family, but he doesn't care

loooong honeymoon period. in part because they're still a young couple but also... shisui is just a really devoted husband. he loves the married life. insists on kissing her goodbye every morning, eating together every night, stuff like that

LOVES DECORATING THEIR HOUSE are u kidding me. let's say they get a kinda shitty place right after they get married, and put a tonne of work into doing it up. he gets so into painting, building the furniture, even starts up a little herb garden in their kitchen

finds so many ways to drop his wife into conversation lol. he's down bad even after the honeymoon period ends, so he wants to show her off. his FAV is when she swings by his workplace to bring him his 'forgotten' lunch. he turns around to the rest of the guys like. yeah. that's my WIFE. isn't she hot.

very much a believer in keeping the romance alive. he wants to keep making the effort with her until the day he dies. veryyyy good at remembering anniversaries, scheduling regular date nights, etc. always makes sure she has fresh flowers in the house

obviously it isn't all perfect though. especially while they're young (and presumably both still active, high-ranking shinobi) their schedules keep them apart a lot. and this hits shisui really hard tbh. he hates coming back to an empty home after a long mission, knowing he might not even see his wife before he has to leave again

work is probably where most of their arguments stem from, actually. I don't see it being a regular thing, but it's easy for resentment to build in those kinds of situations. shisui is very torn between his love for his village, and his love for his wife, and the fact he can't prioritise both. thankfully shisui is a good communicator so they make things work.

in terms of jealousy... I don't see it being a common thing. maybe before they get married he tends towards it a bit more, but once she's his wife, why would he worry? she's his entire world and he knows she loves him just as much

the only way I rly see him getting jealous at all is if they're going through a bit of a rough patch for the reasons mentioned above. maybe they haven't seen each other in weeks, and they both get back from a mission on the same day. and there's some kind of event/function that evening that they have to attend

so they barely have a chance to acknowledge each other, before they're pulled apart again by the crowd. so if shisui sees some random guy getting a little too close and flirty with her, he gets more annoyed than he'd like to admit

even then though.. he's not necessarily jealous as much as he is upset. like goddamn just let this poor man have his beloved wife to himself for a night. in this situation he's more likely to behave more rashly than usual, and he might just make some excuses and take her home lol. he gets a little bit pouty until she gives him some attention

overall, though, he's very chill. he trusts her implicitly, and expects the same from her. they need to have a very honest, respectful relationship if he's going to wife her up

god okay and in old age they're so cute together. I bet they have a bunch of kids (probably accidentally tbh lol) so then they end up with a whole squadron of grandchildren. he's that fun grandpa who sneaks them sweets when the parents aren't looking. all the grandbabies want to sleep over at their house. and they LOVE it.

to sum up: very good husband. very relaxed, communicates well, makes her feel loved every day. why did he have to die I want to throw myself off a bridge.

tobirama

first of all. good job to this woman. wrangling tobirama into marriage is not an easy job. he's so fucking ANNOYING. it probably takes him years to confess he even has feelings for her, let alone ask for her hand in marriage

but once he gets there. it's pretty cute. he doesn't really act very differently for the most part - he'd already decided his heart belonged to her well before they married, and wholly committed. so his behaviour doesn't change much, and there isn't much of a honeymoon period. sorry. he's like marriage is just a contractual agreement why would it change anything between us

he does make a few little indulgences though. he gets this smug little look every time he introduces her as his wife. he's actually just a lot more prone to 'showing her off' in general, and more likely to show some physical affection in public. for tobirama that's maybe a peck on the cheek lol. but it's progress

he's definitely a lot.... gentler?idk. with her once they're married as well. he makes an effort to be more patient and less snippy, and shows his appreciation for her in a lot of quiet little ways. for example, he'll be sure to leave work on time no matter how busy it is if he knows she's putting a lot of effort into dinner that night. or if she spends a second too long looking at a new dress in the store, he's buying it for her

on that note. tobirama is such a provider once they're married. he does have that traditional idea of providing for his wife. he'll probably ask her if she wants to become a stay at home wife tbh. if she says yes, he still expects her to get out in the community of course. he'd love if she did volunteering work, maybe at the hospital or with kids or something. but he's also equally happy for her to keep working. power couple vibes very strong

they have a nice, quiet little house away from the village where no one bothers then and they loooove it. especially tobirama, his wife and their home are his sanctuary. everyone else gtfo

other than that, not much is really different from before their marriage. they probably actually lead quite independent lives, to the point where people don't even know they're married until tobirama drops it into conversation a few months later. they're very private and lowkey.

unfortunately for her, tobirama's paranoia also persists. he's a bit delulu sometimes lol and she knows this going in. but it does inevitably cause some issues, especially if she's headstrong (which is definitely the type of woman he ends up with)

he trusts his wife more than anything. he would never doubt her for a second. but other men? the enemy. not to be trusted. they're all dogs. it drives him absolutely batshit crazy to watch them ogling her, or god forbid trying to flirt with her. which is actually kinda common bc they're such a lowkey couple, so people assume she's single

tobirama isn't one to make a scene per se, but this definitely leads to a few awkward situations in public, and she probably ends up embarrassed a few times. and there's 10000% arguments behind closed doors. I don't see either of them being good with this lol. he acts like she's his political enemy he's ridiculous

but because he loves her so much, and he actually really wants to put work into the longevity of their marriage, he'll come around. he's a lot softer and more willing to compromise when it comes to her. but she can't point that out because he's mortified

over time, he chills out a lot more. they're one of those couples that just get stronger and better with time. they grow a lot together, and although they probably continue to disagree a lot throughout their marriage, it's always in a way that leaves their relationship stronger. and he only gets softer for her. people (hashirama) even start to point out how devoted he is and he can't even deny it. cute

overall a kind of difficult husband, because he is an exceptionally difficult man, but my god he loves her so much. he would do anything to make her happy.

[just-jordie-things]

Megumi that just lives for the sound of your voice.

Like say anything midly suggestive and suddenly his pants are gone. It's honestly ear candy, hearing you say his name when you ask him a favour, to hearing you whine his name in bed, he just can't get enough. 🤷🏿‍♀️

nsfw brainrot talk under the cut! also bear with me i don't usually write stuff this dirty (on the blog anyways hehe)

YES i totally believe he gets so flustered and worked up over the sound of your voice especially if you're saying his name no matter the context.

"megumi can you pass me the salt?" blushing in front of the whole table!!

"can i borrow your notes, megumi?" butterflies!!

"hey megumi are you free tonight?" uh yes he's free for eternity if it's for you.

but jfc if you're saying his name in bed you're so fucking in for it i think it'd spur him on soooo much. everything's dialed up to a hundred.

i'm talking soft whispers of affection turn on to babbled, whiny praise. one second he's sharing the occasional whispered 'i love you, you're so perfect' murmured into your shoulder, to holding you by your chin so you couldn't break the eye contact as he praises you almost nonsensically. i think he'd particularly like telling you how good you are for him, all the while pleading with you to keep telling him who you belong to or who's making you feel this good.

(that's probably around the time you realize just how much he's affected by hearing his name in your voice)

his love for you borderlines on obsession, and he'll work very hard to make sure your pretty lips keep calling his name, no matter the setting or reason <3

[arashrita]

hiii

Can I request the dorm leaders with a reader who rejects them? They have not declared themselves but the reader notices their attitudes and I confront them by telling them that she is not interested in teenage romance and that she just wants to return to their world (or if the reader cannot return to her world, live a quiet life outside of the island in some nice foreign country)

Thank you and I'm glad you write again.

A/N: I can't handle sad endings. So, here it is, a bitter-sweet fic that probably won't end in hopelessness. Anyways, I hope you are doing well. Enjoy! 💜💜💜💜

Apart but still together! (Housewardens x F! Reader.)

Riddle: At first, you thought you were just imagining stuff. Riddle Rosehearts has feelings for you? Can't be true, right? You never believed in rumors. But, even you could see the changes in him. Those longing looks, dreamy smiles and the soft blush cannot be just your imagination. He always invites you to the unbirthday parties of Heartslabyul, offers to tutor you all the time, asks you out to take a stroll with him around the rose maze... No, all of them can't be just friendly gestures. Not to mention Riddle isn't too good at hiding his feelings. But, the thing was you just... weren't in the position to be in a relationship with someone. All you wanted was to return home.

"I'm sorry Riddle. But, let's stop there. I'm sorry."

Leona: He hides his feelings well behind his snarky remarks. Yet, the way he is protective of you, the way his eyes softens when he gazes at you and when his tail sways around you in happiness... well, yeah that was a deadass giveaway. He was too soft with you, that isn't very Leona-like. He would even buy you stuff at times. You didn't have the heart to tell him off when he actually looked happy for once. But...

"Leona... we can't do this. Don't do this to yourself. I'm sorry..."

Azul: He is fidgeting around you? Trying to talk to you again and again? Giving you free food he cooked himself? Well, damn even a dense person would find out by then. This guy tries so hard to act cool around you but, always ends up blushing and stuttering. He had to work real hard to get out of his aloof self and be his real self around you. You were his friend. But, oh boy he definitely wanted to be more than friends with you. Why is this happening? After all this...

"Azul, stop. You know you are expecting the unexpected. Please... I'm really sorry..."

Kalim: He is trying to stick around you 24/7. Always inviting you to parties, asking Jamil to make special recipes just for you, spoiling you with extravagant gifts. That IS Kalim, but not to that extent. Then again, he doesn't bother to hide those lovesick looks. He is very open about it. He is always fo caring, so gentle, so loving. How can you not fall for a guy like that? But, unfortunately...

"Kalim, sweetie, please... You know this is not possible, right? You know one day I will just... return to where I belong, right? I'm really sorry Kalim. But, let's stop this..."

Vil: The way he acts around you is so different. Yes, he still calls you a potato and scolds you here and there but he has gone awfully soft around you. He is always looking out for you. Let it be a healthy diet or skin care products. He invites you in his room for spa days, let's you see his vulnerable side at times. Why? The answer was crystal clear. You really didn't want to break his heart but...

"Vil, this is going too far. I'm really sorry, but we gotta stop. It will never happen. I'm sorry..."

Idia: This guy already has more than enough issues. So, when he is making the effort to spend time with you and even go outside for it, you knew what was coming. You are his player two no matter what game it is and when Idia himself invites you to his room and shares some of his stories with you... you just...knew. But, you already made a decision the moment you ended up in this foreign world, far far away from your own. That's way...

"Idia, I think we should stop this now. This won't get us anywhere. I'm really sorry..."

Malleus: You were his first friend. You weren't afraid of him, never shit-talked about him, always made an effort to make him feel loved... How can he not fall for you? He already sees you as his future queen. You are everything to him. Before he even knew he was already drowning in love. It was so obvious. But, you two just weren't possible...

"Malleus, I hate to say this, but we have to stop here. I will just... fade away one day... then? Don't hurt yourself over me. I'm sorry..."

(BONUS HOPEFULL ENDING)

Years passed. Unfortunately, you never returned to your world. Then again, you made some really great friends, passed school eventually and grew up. Now, you even have a job. But one thing— no, one person was missing from your life. Looks like you were only lying to yourself when you rejected...HIM.

Riddle: It was a rainy day. Thanks to that you were struck midway. How could you forget your umbrella? That's when you saw him... Oh!

"(Y/N)?"

"Riddle...?"

You two walked closer to each other. You could see surprise in his eyes, but beneath that... oh? As you gazed in his eyes, you just knew everything was going to change in your life. That look of love can't be mistaken.

Leona: Running into Leona came off as a huge shock. But then again, the first time you saw him, you stepped on his tail.

"Still clumsy as ever huh, herbivore?"

Rather than letting you go, he pulled you closer and... you could easily see that fond look behind his smug grin.

"Yes... Leona."

Azul: "(Y-Y/N)?"

Finding him near your work place is even weirder. Didn't he go back to the coral see? Oh, how wrong you were. Turns out, he came back again, for you...

"You won't say no this time, will you?"

You smiled softly.

"You already know the answer, Azul."

Kalim: Going to the Scalding Sands again wasn't really a part of the plan. But, ever since you went to that special event with Kalim, you can't help but go back there. Maybe... a part of you just wanted to find him...

(Y/N)?!

"Huh?!"

Before you had a chance to blink, someone straight up flung himself at you.

"Kalim...?"

"You are here for me, right?!!!!"

He giggled.

"Yes..."

Vil: Honestly, you didn't think you would ever see him again. But, who knew life had another plans for you? You found him near a flower shop, lost in thought.

"Vil?"

"Ah, (Y/N)— wait, (Y/N)?!

He came closer and placed his hand over your head. It's like, he couldn't believe you were there.

There was also something else. Once again... you recognized the same look in his eyes you saw years ago in school.

"Vil?"

"Yes...?"

"Go out with me."

Idia: There was not a single chance to meet Idia. But, oh well, when life has plans, things happen somehow. Both of you were equally shocked to see each other. When the shock faded, he was ready to run away.

"Idia, wait!!"

"W-what is it?!"

"Marry me!!"

"H-h-HUH?!?!"

Oh well, the way he totally turned pink. You knew the answer."

Malleus: Visiting Briar Valley definitely wasn't in your bucket list. But for the sake of the meeting your company will have with him, you had to go there with your boss and colleagues. You had be lying if you said you weren't excited to see him. Not to mention he really is a king now. The entire time during the meeting he never once looked at you. That was just... sad. But, you kinda deserved that, just a little. That's what were you thinking while packing up.

(Y/N).

You almost jumped.

"Mal— I mean, your highness."

"You are really going to be like that?"

"What... do you mean?"

"You are aware."

"Well..."

"Stay."

"...I will..."

[demondamage]

MediwhumpMay 10 - Short of breath

CW: Mentioned of forced surgery, Organs (in specimen jar!)

(writing is only tangentially related to the prompt, feel free to skip if you just want hard whumpy stuff.)

"You ripped out his lungs?" Alejo asked, an eyebrow raised slightly. "That's a little more brutal than I'd expect from you."

"No, I surgically removed one lung as a preventative measure." Kotarou sighed and sat at the table across from the other angel. "And I don't take that from you, I've seen you rip a demon's arms out of their sockets with your bare hands."

"Oh no for me that would be mild." Alejo chuckled, sipping the tea his former apprentice had served them. "But for you... well I remember when you refused to even touch a holy whip, calling it needlessly sadistic."

"I still don't like them." Kotarou shook his head. "But I do understand the necessity."

"But removing vital organs without anesthesia? That's all good for you?"

"It proved necessary didn't it? I'd be a lot more worried about a demon loose in my lab if he was in good condition."

"About that..."

"Haziel's on guard." Kotarou sipped on the hot tea. "And I will take this as a nice moment of rest before that shit storm."

"Ah." Alejo's eyebrows crinkled. "You trust Haziel alone?"

"I trust him to stand at that door and not let anyone in or out." Kotarou sighed. "And I trust him not to lose to a demon who can barely breath."

"And not go in and antagonize Aziphem?" Alejo mused, folding his hands.

"... no, fuck you're right I should go deal with this." Kotarou rubbed his eyes. "Alejo... I need another favor."

"It always seems like you do." The older man chuckled. "What do you need this time?"

"I need you to look into who he was before he was brought to me."

"You should have been given Aziphem's file when you took him as your ward, that should have everything-"

"I meant Haziel."

Alejo paused, rubbing the small floral designs inlayed on Kotarou's teacup.

"You know we aren't supposed to ask those questions."

"Of course I know, why do you think I'm asking you to find out for me? I have enough eyes on me with this project and if I slip up, Haziel will be reassigned."

"And gods help us if they give him to someone like Ivior." Alejo sighed. "Fine, what are you looking for?"

"I want you to see if you can track his movements on the surface world, and specifically cross reference them with where Aziphem was at those times."

"You think they have history."

"It's hard to believe Haziel is just angry, this is something more."

"I doubt that both of them would be able to keep this a secret."

"Aziphem wouldn't tell me what he ate for dinner even if I was the one who served it. I'm lucky if I get an honest yes or no answer to anything." Kotarou sighed. "As for Haziel... he doesn't talk much about his previous life and I'm not supposed to ask. He could have lied."

"I think it's a long shot, but can't hurt to look." Alejo sighed, putting down the now empty cup. "I'll see if my archives entrance is still unsecured tonight and get back to you. Now, go check on those two before they kill each other."

"I owe you."

"That you damn well do, and I will accept payment in pleasant company." Alejo chuckled, leaving the small kitchen nook the two had been enjoying their rest in. "When we both have time of course. Which you should schedule in now by the way, because if my pocket book is correct you owe me quite a lot of pleasant company."

"And you shall continue to get IOUs until such time as I complete my work." Kotarou chuckled, walking his old master out of the small, unassuming countryside home he claimed as his personal residence.

"I'll check back in the next century then." Alejo chuckled. "Good luck with the little shits."

With a slight shimmer of the air, Alejo was gone, leaving Kotarou alone to deal with what he knew would not be a pretty scene at the lab.

@mediwhumpmay

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[sommerflue-22]

Little Things They Do... (Pt. 2)

Little things they do to show you they love you

Read the other parts: Part 1 // Part 3

Featuring: Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Yelena, Nicolo

Warning: Modern setting, gn!Hange

Word Count: 650

Author Note

Hi, this is another version of "Little Things They Do"! I've linked the first part above for you to read. Here is the song I listened to while writing this. These actions can be perceived platonically or romantically, whatever suits you. Let me know if you want me to write for other characters as well!

Hange

Not everyone can appreciate Hange the way they are, so enthusiastic in certain subjects to the point where they can explain stuff that can't be found in Wikipedia. Having you around them, someone who appreciates them and supports them in whatever they do, is something that Hange never takes for granted. Whenever you both are having a conversation, Hange likes to drop a few 'fun facts' or trivial knowledges they've attained in their free time. They make it sound amusing as well, like that one line from a Philomena Cunk episode "The Egyptians believed that the most important thing you could do in your life was die."

Erwin

Erwin most likely pays close attention to small details such as how your necktie is crooked, or a tiny splatter of ketchup in your cheek after you ate your food. He will fix it for you every time. Expect him to stop you from rushing somewhere when you're already late, just for him to fix your hair a little bit. Also the constant reminder for you to tie your shoes because somehow they're always undone. He's just afraid that you'll trip over your own feet. It's not like you're that clumsy and untidy, he just cares about you a lot.

Levi

Levi is the cleanest and tidiest person you've ever met in your entire life, but he just lets you do things that usually irks him out. Whenever you come over to his place, he'll let you leave your dirty plate or cup in the sink. He'll wash it for you. He let you touch his TV remote even though your fingers are greasy from your snack. He'll wipe it later. He let you work/do your assignments in his living room, your papers and miscellaneous stuff scattered around the place. He'll help you pick them up later. It's his way to repay your kindness because amongst his closest circle, you deal with his sad and gloomy side the most.

Onyankopon

Onyankopon will happily help you take aesthetic pictures for your social media, anytime, anywhere, even if it's really crowded. He'll go crouching down, tilting his body, all out to get the best pictures. He knows how to change the setting, the ISO and all, of both digital cameras and smartphones. He will tell you where to stand and which way to face, working with the light to complement your figure. He takes it seriously. It's rare to find someone who is willing to take pictures for you, let alone one who is really good at it.

Yelena

Most of the time Yelena is calm and composed, which is why she kind of insisted in speaking on your behalf. No matter if you both are in a restaurant, in a bar, or at the dentist, she will speak for you. She just noticed a long time ago how you often have a hard time explaining things, something that is really easy for her to do. At first she said it's because you take too long when ordering food, or your voice was shaking as you talk to strangers it bothers her. However, as the time goes by, you realize it's her way to take care of you. You don't have to worry when you're out with Yelena, she will handle everything.

Nicolo

You and Nicolo eat together, like, almost in every chance you both get. Be it a fancy dinner, or snacking together while watching a movie at home, you both love to share your food. For some reason, whenever you have to open a packaging, Nicolo will grab it and open it for you. Once he teared the packaging open, he'll give it back to you. Nicolo is also a big "do you wanna try my food" guy. He will cut half of his steak and move it to your plate. He will break a KitKat in two and share a half of it with you.

I've never written anything about Onyankopon, Yelena, and Nicolo but apparently it was fun. I think I have a crush on Yelena now idk. I hope you like it as well! Lemme know what you think :3

[thatfreshi]

"It's Vile" (Uni AU P. 9)

You guys can clearly tell I'm feeling better bc holy shit, I've been writing like a machine.

tw - abuse, sexual trauma, blackmail

You tell Astarion which diner you're at, and quickly tell your friends that you have to handle something. You almost feel bad leaving Gale with the handsy lovers, but you know it must be important if he called. You don't really know why though, considering you barely know him at this point. It feels like hours, waiting outside the diner while the sun starts to go down, until eventually his dinged-up white car pulls into the parking lot. You walk over, full of uncertainty, and sit in the passenger's seat.

"Hey, you alright?"

He unbuckles the seat belt, curling up and leaning against the driver's seat to look at you.

"What do you want from me?"

"What?"

"Everyone wants something from me, so what do you want? I can't stop thinking about it, ever since you came over this morning. You're too nice, you have plenty of reasons to hate me, and yet you keep being kind. So what do you want from me?"

You're dumbfounded.

"Because we already had sex, and I know you're upset about it. Which, I'm sorry. I don't even know why I did it, and you're right, it was wrong of me to pretend like it was nothing. I'm just so used to it all meaning nothing. Everything in my life means nothing and you want to know stupid shit like what my favorite color is."

He wipes at his eyes, regretting it soon after, feeling the fabric of his sweater rub against that cut-up forearm again.

"I don't... I don't want anything from you. I just think you seem nice."

"I, seem nice? You're a bad liar."

"No, I'm serious. I know we got off to a weird start, but you seem cool. Maybe I'm weird, I don't know, but I don't really care what other people think. Besides, it's not fair to judge without knowing the whole story."

"You don't want the whole story."

"Not if you don't want to tell me, but I'd gladly listen."

"No, you wouldn't. It's all just words Tav, you don't mean that. No one ever means it. They say it to get into some fancy event or so I can get them a free drink or so they can make out with me in some dark corner of a party. No one ever means it."

"You don't have to believe me, but I mean it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Because if I were as stressed as you, I'd want someone to listen. And I imagine it's hard not being able to say all the things you want or do all the things you want."

"Even if I told you, you'd leave. Pretend we didn't have this conversation, or maybe sell the story to some magazine. Why do you think I don't talk to people? Why I think it's easier to just let people hate me? Like Gale and Shadowheart? I'd rather them just blindly loathe my existence than know the truth."

He's shaking, truly and deeply bothered by your innocent desire to befriend him.

"Just tell me what you want from me so I can get it over with. Please."

The spectacle in front of you isn't lost on you. When he called you upset, you hadn't expected this, any of it.

"I just want you to have someone in your corner. That's all. I just want to be nice, I don't know."

"People don't want to be nice, they want power."

You shrug, trying not to cry.

"Power's never really been my thing. Is it so hard to believe I just want a friend?"

He chokes out a laugh.

"You have no idea."

Astarion relaxes a little now, putting his feet up on the dash.

"Something must be so incredibly wrong with you."

"Maybe so. Oh well."

"You said you want to hear all the scary stuff I have to tell you right? That you'd listen to all that?"

"Like I said, only if you want to share."

"Alright then. I got kicked out at sixteen, lived in this damn car for two years, started modeling because I've always been told I was 'gonna be a heartbreaker.' I've thrown my body at people to get jobs, stolen countless designer pieces that nobody would miss. And then Szarr contacted me at 18, told me he'd blacklist me from the industry if I didn't work for him."

He goes back to the sorrow of those younger years for a moment, you can see it shift in his expression.

"I was the first you know. You think my arm is bad? You have no idea. But I'm stuck in this contract with him, and I need the money to pay for school, but he takes ninety percent anyways. So I've continued to steal, anything from half-used makeup to hair products. Turns out it's really easy to get people to shut up about seeing you take something that isn't yours if you're hot... and I probably broke at least seven NDAs by telling you all of that. So, is that what you wanted? I can see the headline now, you'd make thousands."

Astarion's words drip in spite, trying anything to get you to admit you're using him.

"I'm sorry, that you've had to go through any of that. Truly, that sounds horrible."

He leans back staring at the ceiling of the old car, and starts to laugh.

"God, who are you? I did all of that to myself. I'm the one who used sex to get things I wanted. I'm the one that asked for this."

"Sounds to me like you just wanted to survive."

He chuckles, and rolls his head to meet your eyes.

"I guess I did, huh? It's barely been working."

You both sit in silence for a bit, listening to the idle engine, and you wonder what you can even say. He's right, there's pretty much no way out. What an evil thing, to take advantage of some kid who just wanted to go to college, and loop him into some horrible contract? No wonder he doesn't trust anyone, he's been taught that way, that helping hands only hold knives, that promises don't hold. It's vile.

"So, this is the part where you sleep with me, so you don't tell anyone anything I just told you, right?"

You go to laugh, and then realize he's serious.

"No... no not at all. I'm just here to be a friend, if that's what you want. Only if that's what you want."

"Damn you. You just... you keep making me want to trust you, and that's- it's terrifying. But I wouldn't mind, having a friend. Maybe it would even be nice."

You hold out a hand.

"Here's to being friends then."

Astarion doesn't extend his at first, thinking on it, and then slowly shakes hands with you.

"Sure. To being friends."

A smile spreads across your face, and he reciprocates, if only slightly.

"I uhm, when I saw Szarr today, he said that the seven of us have to go on a trip with him for a week, some important stuff across the country I guess. So, I'll be gone tomorrow morning, but maybe we can text?"

"Of course, I'd love that."

[the1975attheirverybest]

(Cabin) Pressure

A/N: This is probably unnecessary and super indulgent, lmao. I just have this impossible urge to baby him, OKAY? he's so....UGH!! anywaysssss!!! As requested by quite a few of you, here's part 2 of the flight one-shot. on a scale from 1 to absolute dumpster fire, lmk how bad it is, lol. Honestly I’m so conflicted about posting it, I might end up deleting later. AND YES SMUT COMING TONIGHT, I PROMISE. Just can't be writing smut at work in case one of my students comes to my office.

Read Part 1 here.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, depiction of panic attack.

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The guys hurried ahead to give her and Matty some privacy. She felt Matty's hand stiffen in hers as soon as he watched the automatic doors of the Departures Terminal open and his bandmates walk right in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his breathing quickened.

She squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to his body. "Hey," she looked up at him. "You're gonna be alright, yeah?"

Matty gave her a weak smile, nodding slowly. He wasn't sure he believed her. He wanted to. Desperately. But he couldn't control it. It was like his body reflexively reacted to his surroundings before his mind could step in and control how he felt. He could physically sense the tension seeping into his body, right on cue.

"Well, shall we?" he turned to her.

"No pressure. Take as long as you need. We've got time. We'll go in whenever you're ready."

"But the lads-"

"Matty, look at me...there you are. We'll catch up with them at the gate, yes? It's okay." Her free hand moved to touch his face, the sensation grounding him.

"Right, sorry, I'm being silly." he smiled timidly. "Okay, think I'm read. Let's do this."

"Lead the way."

She kept her eye on him as they made their way through the airport, watching his body for any signs of stress.

Matty stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the airline counters at the end of the hall.

"Fuck! My passport! Don't think it's in my bag! I don't remember seeing it-"

"Oh, god, sorry! I- I took it." she winced and looked apologetically up at him. "Sorry, I- uh, I thought if I kept track of the tickets, paperwork, and passports it...would give you some wiggle room so you didn't have to worry about sorting that stuff out...It's all with me! I have them here..."

To her surprise, and relief, Matty burst out laughing. "I think by thinking so hard about not panicking, I'm startin' to stress myself out. Alright, deep breaths."

She watched Matty close his eyes and take two deep breaths. Inhaling slowly, then opening his eyes as he exhaled.

"Okay, I'm all good now." He smiled, genuine this time. "And, thank you, baby, that was really kind of you to do." He dipped his head down to give her a quick kiss.

She rummaged through her bag, pulling out their documents as they approached the counter. "I can do it if you'd like..."

"No, it's okay. Think I can handle this. But, umm, keep holdin' my hand?" He blushed as he heard his own words leave his lips.

"Of course. I'm right here. All the way until security physically separates us."

***

With check-in and security now behind them, they wandered the airport in search of their gate, and the rest of their group. Matty seemed to relax a little, so she took the chance to suggest breakfast.

"Hey, wanna go over there and get something to eat?" she point towards the express version of some chain restaurant.

"Too anxious to eat. Afraid I won't be able to keep anything down."

"Please, baby? the nausea's probably worse when you're operating on an empty stomach. Let me buy you a little snack? you don't have to eat it right away..." She noticed Matty's attention shift from her gentle pleading to something else, something right behind her. "What're you looking at?" she frowned at the faint smile on his face. Turning around to check what was behind her, she saw a pair of young women, roughly in their early 20s, eyeing him hesitantly and struggling to contain their excitement.

"do you mind waitin' a bit? Think I'll go over there."

"Matty, are you sure? You know you don't have to do that if you're not feeling it."

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, my love. Put yourself in their shoes...you're tellin' me that if we bumped into, I don't know, Harry Styles, right now, you wouldn't go up to him to say hello?"

She giggled and shook her head. "I- I wouldn't expect HIM to be the one to come to ME."

"Oh, so now you're telling me that, if Harry Styles were right here, right now, you'd actually have the courage to go up to him yourself?"

She couldn't help but smile. At least, the fact that he took the opportunity to tease her about her celebrity crush was an indicator that he was in a good enough mood. "Alright, let's go say hi." She relented.

"I appreciate you watching out of me." He placed his hands on her cheeks, kissing her, and giggling against her lips bit at the sound of the girls squealing behind him before he went over to greet them.

He sweetly introduced himself as Matty and gave each woman a hug, whispering "nice to meet you, Darlin'" as he pulled them in. He signed the backs of their itineraries, agreed to FaceTime a friend, and stood for pictures with them.

"Do you wanna take it or do you want me to take it? Actually, you know what? My girlfriend, here, can take it...Babe?" He gestured for her to come closer, "do you mind?" handing her the girls' phones.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear as they walked away, waving the girls goodbye and wishing them a safe trip.

"I never said it would be bad! I was-"

"Just trying to take care of me, I know." He kissed her cheek. "But I'm okay. Really. Cuz I've got you."

***

The flight seemed off to a good start, with her and the guys taking turns at sitting with, and distracting, Matty from his thought spiral. Take off was a bit rough for a moment; he visibly broke a sweat and almost crushed her hand in his while the plane settled into altitude. She quickly brought him back the a calm enough state after that, though. They argued over which film to watch, eventually agreed to each watch their own choice, before Matty petulantly abandoned his screen and begged to watch whatever she was watching instead. This, of course, meant that she had to pause and explain the plot to him, bring him up to speed. She pretended to be annoyed with him, but secretly, she was glad for it because, the more that she actively participated in distracting him, the less likely it was that he'd let his mind wander and start overthinking.

Her plan seemed to be working, until it wasn't. 7 hours into the flight, Matty's senses were overwhelmed. He could no longer block the anxious thoughts away by steering his attention towards her, his friends, or whatever forms of entertainment were available to him. He even got out his laptop, tried to do some work to keep his mind occupied, but as time went on, his anxiety sucked more and more of his energy, until his will inevitably weakened, and he succumbed to the catastrophic thinking...

His eardrums pounded with the sound of his own heartbeat, the sounds of his surroundings being reduced to a faint, persistent whisper. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs, panting and sweating as his eyes scanned the tight quarters. The voice inside his head screamed for him to leave the airplane, but he was aware enough to know that it was physically impossible to escape. Both sides of his brain locked in an impossible battle, the result was a near-complete paralysis. He lost the feeling in his limbs, his vision going blurry. Even breathing became a consuming conscious task. He felt like he was drowning underwater.

"M-matty? my love, what's the matter?" She was immediately alarmed when she'd glanced away from her book to check in with him. "You look like you're gonna be sick...Do you need me to call for someone?"

With great effort, Matty shook his head, looking helplessly at her.

"Talk to me, honey..."

"P-panic attack." he stuttered, short-winded and struggling to breathe.

The words brought instant tears to her eyes, and for a moment, she was overwhelmed by how quickly his pain had crushed her heart, but she wasn't about to make this about herself.

Delicately, she reached around his neck, loosing his tie. "I'm gonna take this off, okay?" explaining each of her movements as she did them so as not to startle him with anything unexpected. Matty's scattered brain was, of course, much too overwhelmed to process anything that she was saying to him, but the softness of her tone somehow made him nod anyway. She stood up, looking a few rows behind her, for George. They'd made an agreement that she would signal to him if she needed his help. Unfortunately, though, George was sound asleep, from what she could tell.

Shifting her attention back to Matty. "I'm gonna undress you, okay?"

She unbuttoned his button-down. "Honey, are you with me? need you to take off your undershirt, okay? it's much too tight."

When he made no effort to follow her instructions, she reached over and took it off for him. “Okay, I’ve got a better shirt for you in my bag. I just need to get it from the overhead bin, alright? I’ll be right back, okay?” 

Matty might as well have been asleep; he made no movement or attempt to acknowledge her, which broke her heart to a million pieces. 

She hurried over to George’s seat kicking it roughly to wake him up. 

“He needs you.” She simply stated as soon as she saw George’s eyes flutter open. 

George cleared his throat several times. “R-right. I’m up; I’m up. I promise.” He stood up, peaking ahead of him to wear Matty was seated. “He’s…naked?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I’m getting him clothes. But I need you, you gentle giant. Help me get my bag before you sit with him? Just need to get his stuff…”

George sprung into action, following her commands swiftly while she went through her bag to find a 1975 crew neck that was two sizes too big on Matty, and a pair of his joggers. She’d packed them when he insisted on wearing his shirt and tie to the airport, hoping she’d use them under happier circumstances, but right now, she was just glad she’d thought ahead. She went over to the flight attendant and grabbed him some water to go along with the sleeping pills. 

By the time that she’d made it back to their seats George, had somehow talked Matty into reclining his seat, closing his eyes, and apparently leant  him some headphones. “What- how-“

George, ever the wizard, just shrugged. “It’s all I could think of, alright?”

She broke into a smile, kissing her friend’s balding head. “You’re an Angel, George.”

“Hmm.” George hummed, smirking. “Listen, I’ll go get a coffee to wake myself up. Give me a shout if you need me, yeah?”

***

Matty got through the reminder of the flight relatively alright. While he didn't manage to fall asleep, despite the sleeping pills she'd given him, nor did he manage to eat any real meals, the first class reclining chairs were comfortable enough for him to close his eyes and focus on an audio book for a couple of hours, and he did nibble on a piece of buttered toast while wrapped himself up in the blanket she'd bought him and shuffling through her especially curated playlist. The anxiety never completely left him, but he was happy to endure a lower-level persistent anxiousness instead of the sudden panic attack that had gripped him earlier.

At long last, they'd touched down and began their journey out of the airport. Matty always wondered if the arrivals terminal is universally more difficult to get through, or if his impatience to finally be done with the travel part always made it seem so, regardless of where in the world he'd found himself.

At baggage claim, the stress of the journey seemed to catch up to him. He wrapped his armed around her waist, burying his face into the side of her neck and breathing in her scent. Just when he'd closed his eyes, hoping to catch a breath while they waited for the couple of items that they could neither ship ahead of time, nor bring in their carry-ons, to appear on the carousel, he became aware of a couple of people catching on to his presence.

"No, Matty, please." her hand grabbed onto his arm around her waist when she felt him slip away from her, getting ready to greet the fans.

"It's fine, Darlin'" his voice was heavy with sleep, as were his eyes.

She sighed, this time, she couldn't be supportive of his decision. As she spotted his guitar and got ready to retrieve it, she overheard him apologize to a few people for "looking sweaty" and mumbling something about jet lag. Ross stepped in to help her with the bag, listening silently and nodding in agreement as she whispered her complaints about Matty's lack of boundaries. If she'd let him get a word in edgewise, he'd have said "you should've seen him when our career first started, he was acting like he was every fan's best mate." George joined Matty for a moment, saying a quick hello to everyone before politely excusing himself and pulling his friend away. "We've gotta go, Matty, c'mon."

Though George had succeeded in extracting Matty away, his victory was short-lived. At the airport gates, the guys were surprised to find a group of more than just a handful of fans waiting for them. Phone cameras flashed as soon as the gates opened, the crowd calling out and vying for the band's attention.

Adam was the first to jump into their designated car as it pulled up by the side of the building. Ross and George followed shortly behind him. Matty, on the other hand, was quickly separated from them when he paused momentarily, slightly thrown off, by the presence of people on both sides of the gates.

She rushed over to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the car. For a moment, Matty let her lead the way, trailing behind her with a hand on her hip to keep from losing her. He kept his head down, but closer he got to the crowd, the louder they were, and the faster his heart beat. His palms were beginning to sweat and breathing was getting difficult again. A voice in the back of his head told him to stop, to take a look around and stop staring at his feet, and when he did, he saw the faces of the people looking at him and he couldn't help it. He let go of her hand, walking over to one group, while the other screamed out his name.

She attempted to call out his name, but her voice was drowned out by the phones beeping, cameras flashing, and excited chatter. She stood there, astounded as he smiled and hugged a few people, apologizing that he couldn't sign someone's phone case because he didn't have a pen on him.

He turned around to the second group, "I promise, I'll get to all of you if we don't cause too much trouble and security doesn't get involved. could we...maybe just move away from the gates?"

She sighed, exasperated by the lengths he was going to. He was practically behaving like a event organizer, ushering people away from the rest of the public.

As well intentioned as his plan was, it did not work out quite as he’d imagined. the moment that he moved people away from the airport gates, everyone naturally formed a circle around him, a few people elbowing their way to the front. He was trapped.

Matty froze in place, fighting to keep his expression straight and suppress the fight or flight response that had kicked in. What had he done? The illusion that he had any control at all over the situation was quickly blown away. She could see his hands shaking by the sides of his body as he struggled to regulate his breathing. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She squeezed her way past an appreciable number of people, trying to get to Matty. “Excuse me, yeah, could I just- get through. Thanks.” She grabbed his hand. “Hey, you,” and leaned into his ear “Matty, whatever you think you’re doing, it’s not smart. Let’s leave.”

“Just a second. Almost done.” He whispered, fully aware that there was no way people weren’t listening to their conversation.

“You’re not feeling well, let’s get in the car, please?”

“A few more people-“ she pulled him by the arm dragging him away from people and towards the car. Matty waved apologetically at groaning people who were mumbling how unfair this was, dipping his head low and rushing to keep up with  her. 

The chatter between the guys in the car fell silent as she and Matty climbed in. They settled into the backseat with Matty instantly clinging to her and resting his head on her chest as the car drove away. Her hands reflexively found his hair, running her fingers through it and kissing his forehead.

“Baby? Could I just say something?” Matty spoke, finally breaking the dead silence, once they’d made it onto the highway. 

“I don’t wanna hear it.” She said firmly.

Ross and Adam exchanged a look of surprise. Clearly impressed with, and in support of, her new tone.

Matty lifted his head halfway off of her looking up at her. “But I’d just like to explain-“

“I said I don’t wanna hear it. Can we not talk about it right now?”

He replaced his head back on her body, her hands resuming their soothing motions through his hair. “Can tell you’re angry.” He mumbled. 

“No shit! Of course I’m angry.” He heard her heartbeat rise as she spoke. Her hands still comforting him though her tone was definitely sharp. 

“I just wanna-“

“I said I don’t want to have this conversation right now, and yet, you keep fuckin’ pushing. Look, I know you love your fans. You’re grateful. And, honestly, it is one of the greatest joys of my life watching you interact with them. The knowledge that you can be so tender and compassionate- not just with me me, not with your family, the boys, your friends- but with complete strangers as well…that’s what makes you a man in my eyes. So, trust me, Matty, I don’t say this lightly, but you have absolutely no boundaries. You’re a pushover!”

Matty was quiet for a moment, taking in the gravity of her words. “Okay, I can see why you’d think that.” he opened his eyes, looking up her through his hair. “But could I just explain my side of things?”

“There is no ‘your side’! You are mentally and physically exhausted. Matty- you were literally shaking. And, this wasn’t a professional event! This wasn’t a signing or a meet-and-greet!”

“That’s exactly why l-“

“My point is, it wasn’t safe! What if someone’d gotten hurt? What if you’d gotten hurt? There was no security to control the situation. Nobody to help or be held accountable! There’s a reason everyone else was sitting in this car, and not out there with you.”

“I get it.” Matty conceded.

“We were all bending over backwards to make sure you’re okay, then you go and willingly put yourself in a stressful situation that would trigger you. I mean,” she shook her head, speechless. 

“I just- I’m sorry.”

“I know. Let’s just not talk about it anymore. Alright?”

Matty’s arms squeezed around her waist as he nuzzled his face deeper into her chest, kissing her skin in a silent apology.

The car fell into another silent lull, until, several minutes later, George peaked his head from the passengers seat and told her and Matty not to check Twitter. 

“Oh, god. What’d you have to say that for? You know Matty’s gonna wanna see it now!” Adam groaned, chastising George. 

“What?” George shrugged. “I said ‘whatever you do, don’t check Twitter,’ I didn’t say to hurry up and check it.”

“I’ve literally been biting my tongue this whole ride.”

Matty, who’d been  half asleep in her arms, pulled out his phone, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light of the screen. 

Just as he’d suspected, photos of him being dragged away from adoring fans were already circulating the internet. All captioned with dramatic out of context narratives. 

“Matty Healy and gf argue in the middle of airport parking lot”

“1975 front man  physically dragged away from fans by possessive gf.”

Comments embellished the description using every colorful name in the book. From “jealous” and “immature” to “frigid witch.”

Matty set his phone down, neither one of them said anything. They spent the remainder of their ride to the hotel in silence. 

***

“How’re you feeling?” She emerged out of the bathroom, walking over to Matty’s slumped over figure on the bed. 

“I’m sleepy, and hungry, and tired, and I smell like airplane.” He mumbled. “I’m also sad.”

“Why’re you sad?” She bent down to kiss his nose. 

“Cuz you’re mad at me. You don’t seem to understand- the fans…they’re like the most important thing. Unless I’m physically tied down, I will always go out there and meet them. Never gonna be dismissive. Never gonna make them feel like they don’t matter to me.” Matty sat up in bed, taking her hands in his, and pulling her closer to him. “You can’t put out the kind of music that I put out, and then pretend not to want anything to do with the people who listen to it.” She nodded, attempting to signal that she was on his side. “There are ways of saying ‘sorry, not today guys.’ Without being dismissive or rude.”

“I hope you know, that’s never gonna be me. I’d never say that to them. It’s just not who I am.”

“I know. I don’t expect you to suddenly change. I just hope you don’t expect me to either. Cuz I’m still gonna worry about you and try to protect you when you’re in over your head.”

Matty smiled at her with droopy eyes. “Deal.” He kissed her lips. 

“Sorry they’re saying mean shit online.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve wanted to be a witch since I was a little girl!” She giggled. “Now, c’mon. I ran us a bath.”

“Wait…us? Like you AND me?”

***

“You had a really rough day today, huh?” She whispered as she snuggled into him, getting comfortable in their hotel bed. 

Matty turned on his side to face her, the smell of her freshly washed hair calming his mind. “Couldn’t have gotten through it without you.” He kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby.”

“Could we just…stay here, in this bed, for ever. Just you and me. Where it’s safe, soft, quiet.”

“Sounds like a great idea. Yeah, let’s do that.”

[capturethechaos]

In collaboration with - @earthlysorrows

Masterlist

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 4.2k

Warnings - 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

a/n - This was so much fun to work on, and I can't thank Madi enough for writing this with me ♡

“Well good morning to you, darling, how’s this Sunday morning treating you so far?” 

You recognized the voice the moment you stepped out of your car, and your eyes lifted to see Pastor Kiszka leaning against the entryway of the church, a wide smile on his face as he watched you walk towards him. 

“Good as I can be Kelly. Are the boys in yet?”

“Yes they are hun, Jake is up in the sound booth getting stuff ready for worship, and I believe Josh is in the youth room setting something up.” 

You stopped by the sound booth first, cracking open the door and finding Jake sat at the booth fiddling with the slideshow for worship. 

“Working hard Jake?” Your question broke his concentration, and he turned to you with a wide grin. 

“Always, are you feeling nervous about being the lead for worship today?” He had spun himself around in his chair to fully face you, an eyebrow raised as he absentmindedly played with the buttons of his shirt. 

You caught yourself glancing downwards at his fidgeting hands “I’m as confident as ever, you’re the one that seems nervous.”

“Yeah… Well, I usually stick to just playing guitar. I don’t know how you convinced me to actually sing with you and Josh.” 

“I guess it’s just this beautiful face, it tends to convince a lot of men to do what I ask.” You tease with a soft punch to his shoulder. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

You turned to leave, tilting your head back just before you closed the door, “And if not, I’m sure the congregation wouldn’t mind if you decided to step back into your usual spot.” 

The hall was quiet as you made your way down to the youth room in search of Josh. You passed Karen in the office on your way, giving her a wave and smile before slipping through the youth room door. 

You caught sight of Josh across the room, his face looking down at a list of what you assumed were the activities he had planned for the kids. 

“Can you believe that we’ve been planning these since highschool?” You snuck up behind him, chin resting gently on his shoulder. 

He leaned his head against yours, his arm finding its way around your waist to pull you around to his side, “We’ve been waiting to be youth leaders since we were in the youth group, this has been years in the making.”

Comforted by his warmth you let a gentle sigh fall from your lips. “I remember sitting right over there with you giggling about how we could have done better.” 

He chuckled in response, looking up at you with a toothy grin, “Not that it would be hard, no offense to Keith, but he was not a good leader.” 

Your cheeks puffed out at your attempt to internalize the laughter. “To be fair you do make it look a lot easier than it is. Either that, or we were just horrible kids.”

“We? That’s a joke. Me and Jake sure, but you,” He lifted a finger to brush against the cross hanging low on your chest, “you were a little angel.” 

“I’m still an angel. Thank you.” You pretended to be offended and playfully pushed him away, “Do you think we’re going to be doing this forever?”

“I hope not.” His eyes moved away from your face for a moment before returning. “Don’t get me wrong, I love this place, and the people, but I feel like I’m not here anymore because of faith, I’m just here because my dad is the pastor… it’s kind of expected of us.” 

His momentary lack of eye contact forced you to glance across the room as he spoke. “Would it make you feel better if I said I felt the same way? With the lack of faith I mean… It just seems like the older we get the less I follow what we’ve been taught.” 

He stood suddenly, causing you to take a step back. You didn’t get far as the arm around your waist pulled you back to him, his free hand lifted to your face, running his thumb against your bottom lip. 

“You, everyone’s favorite little angel, has had your faith shaken. Who could have done such a thing?”

You were taken aback by his motions and mulled over the idea of honesty. Who could have done such a thing? YOU. It had always been you. God you wanted to say it, scream it at him, but instead you looked down at his finger pressed so gently across your lip and lied through your teeth. “No one.” 

He tsked at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned towards you, his breath tickling your ear. “Now now, angel, you know lying is a sin.” 

The air you had been holding escaped your lungs through parted lips as Josh approached you. Once he was fully leaned in, you couldn’t stop yourself from firmly planting your right hand against his lower chest . Through his church attire, you rubbed your thumb back and forth with caution, feeling every muscular divot that laid below your hand. 

You physically tried to bite back your words by pulling your bottom lip to your teeth. It failed. “You.” There was a part of you that hoped he hadn’t heard it but you couldn’t stop your tongue from rolling out what your mind had produced. “You’re the reason.” 

“Me?” His voice rolled out in a low pur, sending a shiver down your spine. “I have a feeling your parents would be very conflicted on that one… cause on one hand, you’ve bagged one of the pastor's sons, congrats… but on the other hand, it’s the pastor's son’s fault that you don’t believe in God anymore.” 

“I’m going to ask you something personal, and I don’t want you to show judgement towards me… Okay?” You took a deep breath and let your eyes make full contact with his. Your hand was still placed firmly on his chest only now inching down ever so slowly. Lowering your voice to a whisper you continued, “Have you ever touched yourself? While thinking about someone you knew?” 

Your eyes trailed along his features, watching as a crimson blush rose to his cheeks, and his adams apple bobbed. When your eyes locked with his again, they seemed to have darkened a few shades, and he had taken his bottom lip between his teeth as he tentatively nodded his head. 

You lifted yourself to the tips of your toes, tilting your head slightly to the side, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, “Who?”

“Why should I tell you?” He murmured, leaning his head closer to your lips to just get a glimpse of physical contact that he was now desperate for. 

You released a breathy laugh, turning until your lips were just barely grazing the skin of his cheek, enough that you could feel the heat radiating from the delicate surface. “Because it seems like you really want to.”

“You.” He whispered, it was hardly audible but it was there, and exactly what you wanted to hear slip past his lips. You had wanted nothing more than to get the validation you so desperately dreamed of. Just that alone had your legs nearly numb with overstimulation.

He pulled away from you, nervous about what had just slipped from his mouth, and coming face to face with you. Despite the innocent look painted across your features, he watched the most miniscule smirk grow on your lips, parting only enough for a single word to pass through them. “Good.” 

“And is it safe to assume who you were thinking of then?” He eyed your smirk as you couldn’t control the rate of which it spread across your face. “That is, if it wasn’t a one sided question.” It was then that his hand met at the curve of your side, thumb circling around your hip. 

Your smirk shrunk beneath his stare, leaving you with heat creeping its way up your chest, and a diminished capacity to give a verbal response. So you just nodded your head. The chuckle that rumbled from his chest slightly startled you, and the hand not on your hip lifted to brush along your jawline. “Words, angel, let me hear your pretty voice.”

Mustering up all the confidence you had left you followed his command. “Yes. I did. And to the thought of you, Josh.” You moved your hip so his thumb dug deeper into your skin. “And it got me thinking… If God loves us as much as the Bible says. Why would he make something that feels so damn good, such a sin?” 

You turned your head towards Josh’s hand and let your lips run across his thumb, pressing forward to take the tip if it passed your lips with gentle suction. “Someone that loves you shouldn’t keep something like that from you. Something so phenomenal.” 

The words fell from his lips as he stared intently at the way your lip creased beneath the pressure of his thumb. He let his thumb slip away, gliding along your cheekbone until the rest of his hand came to rest at the curve of your jaw, and he could tilt your head back enough for your lips to brush against his own.

You were yearning for more, for him to put the hand pressed upon your cheekbone on every inch of your body. Remaining patient, you took your hand from his torso and looped it around the nape of his neck. You tried to fully press your lips against his but felt him pull away just enough to keep your lips at a constant hover. “Please, Josh.” You beg, looking up at him through doe eyes. “I need you.” 

His eyes rolled back a small groan rumbling his chest. He held back for a couple more seconds before caving and moving both of his hands to your face, cradling it in his grasp as he finally pressed his lips to your own.

It was everything you wanted and more, feeling the warmth of his lips transferring to yours. A hum vibrated through your throat and up towards his lips as you pressed harder with greed. Your fingers interlaced through his soft hair and you gave it a gentle tug downwards, separating his lips from yours. “How does this compete with your imagination?” 

The laugh he released could have almost been more accurately described as a snort as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “Nothing in my imagination could compare to this.”

Without a response you connected your lips back to his once more, a soft moan floating towards his tongue  from yours. Josh let his hands explore your body, running his right hand down low to the base of your thigh. Slowly, he began to walk his fingers in place, bunching up your Sunday dress until it was fisted in his hand.  

There was no warning when the table he had just been lesson planning on turned into your new seat, and you yelped when he picked you up and nearly slammed you down against the cold wood. Dying to be closer, Josh nudged his knee between your legs, coaxing them open enough to let his body rest flawlessly between them. He pulled the bunched up fabric higher up your leg until his thumb snapped against the lace laying flush with your hip. “Hmm. Wearing a lace thong? To church? Did you come here with this plan in mind, sweetheart?” He rumbled luxuriously against your ear, his tone deeper than before.

You shook your head, sure that he could feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks.

“Remember what I said about using your words, angel. Now, did you-” You felt the pressure of his thumb dipping beneath the band of your panties as he spoke, “-or did you not wear these on purpose?”

The squeeze of his thumb had your head tilting back slightly. “And what would you do if I told you it was for you?” You controlled your breath to the best of your abilities and tried your hardest to remain confident. “That I woke up this morning and the only thing I could think about was fucking you.”

He was taken aback for a moment, blinking slowly as his eyes stared deeply into your own. You watched the way his lips opened and closed a few times before he cleared his throat and straightened up, pulling you closer to the edge of the table, pressing his thigh against the inside of your own. “Then I must be God’s favorite.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from hooking your leg around his back and forcing him closer by pulling him in. The sudden friction sent a deep huff through your nose as a delicate moan quickly followed. “Consider yourself his Prophet then.” 

You wished you could commit to memory the silky moan that fell from between Josh’s lips at the contact of your soft skin against the rough denim of his jeans.

Stuck in a trance that was the feeling of your heat radiating to his thighs, his body remained stationary. You didn’t care if he was just marinating in the moment, you needed more of him. Now. So slowly, you put your hand upon his that was resting under the strap of your thong and pushed it downwards towards your center. 

“That’s all for you Josh.” You cooed, biting your bottom lip as you felt his finger absorb your heat. Once again guiding him, you pressed his forefinger between your folds and was rewarded by yet another chest rattling moan slipping past his lips.

“Fuck, Y/n.” It was the first time you had heard your actual name pass his lips since you had walked in, and the raspy tone of his voice sent another rush of heat to your core. 

You left his hand alone once he became situated with rubbing circles against your clit, and you used your own to push against the top button of his shirt. You tugged at it softly before a small triangle of his skin was exposed at his chest. Your finger traced down that newly exposed sternum until the second button barricaded you. That one was pushed undone and out of the way quicker than the first. 

Intrusive thoughts winning,  you leaned forward to nip at his soft skin before sucking at it with enough force to leave a soft purple bruise behind at your release. “May I undo more?” You pleaded for permission. 

A soft ‘please’ escaped Josh, and you moved to unbutton more of his shirt as you felt the added sensation of another one of his fingers brushing along your slit. The feeling drew a breathy gasp from your lips

Eventually all of the buttons were unlatched and his whole chest was exposed to the chilled church air. Proceeding with caution, you pushed your hands up and past his shoulders, taking the shirt down with it. There was a soft pat, as the fabric fell to the hardwood flooring. Hands taking control, you guided it across his skin, running your finger between every single crease in his muscles. 

You’ve seen it before, his bare chest, when you went swimming together in the summer or when he had to change into a fresh shirt before dinner with your family. However, it was never in a setting like this. His skin was glistening in a way that demanded your mind to wonder. With his fingers placed against what was said to be your sacred temple, his bare chest now felt like a right of passage. 

Overtaken with emotions, you lifted your free hand to grab hold of your breast, massaging it gently as if coaxing Josh to take over for you. You saw the hesitation within his lust-filled pupils. “Please. I want you to touch me.”

His free hand slowly covered your own, you could feel the subtle shaking of his hand as it gently nudged yours out of the way and grasped your breast through the fabric of your dress. If there was any time to find out just how thin your dress was, you weren’t going to complain about it being as Josh’s fingers splayed over the swell of your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardening nipple.

Your mouth connected with his once more and your tongues danced flawlessly in rhythm as Josh gained more confidence by the second. Letting out almost a feral grunt, his grasp on your breast tightened and he leaned down harder against you, his chest now flush with yours. You fed off of this energy, rolling your hips against his hand and in return he slipped his middle finger into you without warning. 

“Fuck.” You moan out through your exhale, and in return your hips shyly rocked back and forth against his single digit. Josh had enough of playing with your breasts through the fabric so he took it upon himself to run his hand up your stomach. He pulled your bralette down with a force that cracked a few of the seams apart before he grasped your bare breast within his palm. “Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t praise him right now, praise me.”

The tone he used, in addition to the teasing of a second finger against your entrance made your muscles tense, rolling your torso further into his own. 

“Do me a favor, angel.” You turned your gaze to his face, watching as his gaze traveled over your chest, all the way up to meet your eyes.

“What Josh?”

He smirked, sliding his middle finger out of you as he opened his mouth to speak. “If you’re going to make so much noise baby, maybe say something that a good girl of faith would say… that way if someone walks past-” He slowly pressed his middle and index finger into you. “-they think we’re actually doing our jobs.”

He began moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, watching as your mouth opened and closed a few times before  your strained voice finally came through. “Bless me father for I have sinned-”

You could feel the chuckle that rolled through Josh’s chest as his fingers slowed their pace. “That's Catholic, but I appreciate the effort.”

You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a giggle of your own, that quickly turned to a moan as he curled his fingers. His face suddenly dropped to a serious expression, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of you.

You groaned in protest, but as he distanced himself from you, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as he lifted the fingers he just had inside of you to his parted lips, cleaning them of your desire as he stared you in the eyes, apart from a moment in which his eyes fluttered shut. 

Your hands travelled down his chest to the belt he had holding up the nice pair of jeans he was wearing, pulling on the buckle. He smirked at your eagerness, dropping his hands to cover yours. “Use your words, angel. What do you want?”

He felt his knees buckle a bit when you looked at him with your doe eyes and parted your lips to speak.

“I want you to fuck me Josh.” 

He leaned into you, capturing you in another heated kiss, and you melted into him. Josh used that to his advantage as he slid you off of the table and slowly disconnected from your lips.

“Are you sure, angel?” He was searching for any indication of hesitance from you, but your pupils were blown, and your fingers continued to play with the leather of his belt.

You nodded your head, tilting your head up to press a chaste kiss to Josh’s lips. “I’m sure Josh.”

He smiled at you, a big toothy grin that reminded you that this was in fact, the same Josh that you had known your whole life, and you were about to fuck him… in the youth group room that the two used to go to… and now will be leading. You felt his hands land on your hips, pressing gently against the skin and turning you to face away from him. 

You were left somewhat confused, with one of his hands disappearing from you while the other remained. You could hear the sound of his belt coming loose, and the zipper of his jeans being undone. He leaned forward enough to press his lips against the shell of your ear. “Lean forward for me, angel. Elbows on the table, hands together.”

You did as he said, feeling his warm hand push your dress up passed your hips before slowly dragging his knuckle along the soaked fabric of your thong. He shuffled for another minute, continuing to drag his knuckle up and down your clothed core as you bit down on your finger to keep from moaning. After a minute of the minimal contact, Josh pulled your panties over the swell of your ass, leaving them to rest against your thighs. 

“The sinners' prayer. Recite it to me.” There was a rasp in his tone, like he was physically attempting to hold himself back as he took his cock into his hand and closed the distance between your bodies. 

You snorted a laugh, releasing the finger from between your teeth and turning your head just enough to address him from behind you. “You’re joking.”

The slid the head of his cock between your folds, coating himself in the pleasure he had induced. “Do it.”

You made it through a few false starts as he pressed into you, entering you inch by glorious inch. 

“Come on, angel, you know it.”

“Dear Lord Jesus,” Your elbows collapsed beneath you with a particularly deep thrust from Josh, leaving you flat against the table, sliding in tandem with Josh’s thrusts and reaching out to grip at the edge of the surface.

“I know that I am a sinner, and I ask for Your forgiveness.” The end of your sentence sent Josh’s hips thrusting with passion against you. “I believe You died for my sins and …Fuck Josh that feels so fucking good..” Your chest was no longer pressed firmly against the table as Josh reached his hand around your throat and used it as a rein to pull your body from the wood. 

“That’s not how it goes, my angel. Start over.” With a firm push you were laying back against the furniture.

“Dear lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner, and I ask for your forgivenesses. I-I believe you died for my sins and…” Antagonizing you to fail again, Josh looped his arm around your hips and pressed his middle and index finger directly on your clit. The circling started slow, but you could already feel the pressure and rate rising by the second.

“...rose from the dead. I turn from my sins and invite you to come into my heart and life.” His free hand moved down your spine and once it curled against your hip you let out a sharp gasp. His smirk was reflecting in the painting on the wall ahead of him as he patiently waited for you to screw up the verse. “ I want to trust and follow You as my Lord and Savior...” 

He could feel you clenching around him, and it took every ounce of his strength not to burst at the feeling of you hugging his cock so securely. “Are you close, angel?”

You nodded your head against the arm you were resting on, your voice rough as ‘so close’ tumbled from your lips like a mantra.

Josh wasn’t sure he had ever heard such heavenly sounds as you came apart in front of his eyes. The coil that had been winding up steadily since your endeavour began snapped, and a mixture of muttered curses and moans drifted from your lips as Josh worked you through your orgasm. 

Josh leaned down to press a kiss against your temple, whispering a soft ‘amen’ into your ear and smiling when you giggled. He pulled out once you had pulled through the pleasure, finishing himself off and walking over a few steps away to grab some tissues to clean up.

Josh noticed the glimmer of your golden cross necklace laying on the table and picked it up, shuffling over to stand behind you as you straightened out your dress, and placing his hands over your shoulders. 

“Move your hair for me, angel, your necklace must have come off during our… activities.” You giggled at his phrasing, but lifted your hair away from your neck to allow Josh to do up the clasp of your necklace before letting the cool metal rest against your flushed skin. 

“Thanks Josh. I think my mother would have scalded me for not having it on.” You ran your fingers over the small pendant before the brushing of Josh’s lips against your throat distracted you. 

“I guess it’s just lucky I noticed it, wouldn’t want anyone knowing that you’re less than holy, would we, angel?”

Neither of you were aware of the presence, but on the opposite side of the door stood Jake. He had his hand lifted to twist the doorknob, but he was frozen in place, the soft sound of your moans replaying in a loop through his head.

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[givemea-dam-break]

could i request angst prompts 16, 27 and 37 (maybe a bonus 49) for lockwood x reader? i love your writing so much, you’re literally one of my favourite fic writers <3

a/n: awwww thank you i’m so glad you like my stuff!! and yesssss of course you all know how much i love writing angst!!! as per usual, this kind of thing needed to be set on a rainy day because what better angst than rainy angst is there?

warnings: angst ofc, mild language prompts: "What if I love you?", "Don't say we can still be friends. It never works like that." and "I made a mistake coming here." gn reader

It wasn't meant to go like this.

In the movies, the girl always gets the guy. The main characters always fall in love, even when things go wrong. Issues are always resolved. There's always a happy ending.

So where's yours?

You've done nothing but try. Try to be a good friend; try to be the best person you could be. Hell, you tried to be happy while the person you love most in the world seemed to take an interest in anyone but you. But it has amounted to nothing. Absolutely nothing.

As the rain seeps through your thin jacket and your jeans, you feel like a statue, entirely unmoving and frozen in place. How are you supposed to move with what you've just said to the boy you love, your closest friend, the person you would give anything not to lose?

What if I love you?

The words seem to hang in the air between you and Lockwood, a tangible thing you could reach out and hold and snap if you so wish. Not even the rain can wash them away.

Lockwood stands before you, wet hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from the November air. He's just as still as you, not even his eyes moving from your face. Those dark eyes you had just been staring longingly into. The ones you've found comfort in for years. The ones you know you'll never be able to face again.

Fuck.

You want to bash your head off the wall just a few feet away or melt into the puddles beneath your feet, never to be seen again. You want to scream and curse at yourself for being so stupid, for ruining something so good. Even though he wasn't yours, at least you had him. Now there's no chance of that.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I don't - I, um..."

What can you say? I'm sorry for admitting my love to you even though I am extremely aware you don't feel the same? No, you can't. He's completely capable of telling you that simply through the pained expression on his face.

"I made a mistake coming here," you say, glancing at the street of cafés you stand on currently. You had agreed to grab a coffee with Lockwood while you were case-free, but now you realise how much of a mistake that was. "I think I'm going to, uh..."

What? Head home? You live in the same house as him. You've nowhere to go, nowhere in the city, at least. God, you never realised how hard it would be to make an escape plan in a city like London. It's likely you can't afford a hotel room to hide in for the next million years, not with the wage you're being paid.

"You don't have to go," Lockwood says, and you notice the weird tone of his voice. He's confused and concerned, and you can tell he feels guilty though he's got no need to feel it. He's not obligated to return your feelings.

You wrap your arms around yourself, clinging to any warmth you can find. "We both know I do, Lockwood. I can't - I've ruined things between us. And I didn't - I didn't mean to say it, believe me, but now I just... Now that you know, I can't stay. Not at Portland Row, not here, not for a little while at least. It's too much."

"Just because we feel different," he says, "doesn't mean you can't stay, (name). We can still -"

"Don't say we can still be friends," you interrupt. "It never works like that."

He looks desperate for a moment, and he reaches out to touch your arm, the way he always does when he knows you're upset, but you move back a step, out of his reach. You're afraid that if he touches you, you'll implode.

"I know you don't feel the same," you say, looking anywhere but at him. "And that's okay. Honestly, it is. I just need space, is all."

You feel selfish for saying it, but it's true. Being around him now that he knows will be too hard. You want to believe that things can go back to how they were when you were both as close as close could be, but you're right. It never works out that way. You can't sit in his house, being paid by him for your work, watching him take interest in other people when you long for him to see you that way.

"I won't be gone forever," you say, but you both know it's a lie.

Unless there's some miracle, there's a very slim chance of you staying with Lockwood, Lucy, and George indefinitely. The thought of having to try and forget feelings so strong while living with him feels like you're tearing your own heart out. It's easier to just remove yourself from a situation like that.

"This all..." He rakes a hand through his hair, and the frown on his face makes your heart ache, yearning for that beautiful smile of his. "It's a bit drastic and rushed, don't you think? Can't you - can't you just stay?"

You shake your head. "I need time to work through everything."

"You haven't even thought this through! Twenty minutes ago, we were going to head home together, and you would stay."

"Lockwood -"

"You can't just leave. Not when - (name), I can't lose you."

Your heart shatters when he says that.

After knowing Lockwood for a few years, he's trusted you enough to tell you of his family's deaths, and his fear of losing more people. It's why he's always stayed a step removed from people until you. It kills you to think you'll cause him pain like that, making his fear come true. But, for your own sanity, you can't stay.

"I'm sorry. I just -"

His arms are around you before you can really comprehend it, holding you so, so close. You can hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his skin beneath the cold rain, and it's the worst form of torture you could ever conjure up.

"Please, stay."

You've never been able to deny him anything. Not a late-night stroll, not a secret extra biscuit behind George's back, not an under-researched case he just wants to get out of the way.

And, despite the agony in your chest, you still can't deny him. It's because you love him so much that you can't, so much that you'd willingly put yourself through the pain of his presence just so he could be happy. You can't leave him, no matter how hard it is to stay; no matter how painful the feeling in your chest is because you know how badly his losses have affected him. You can't be the one to inflict that sort of pain again.

So, as your heart tears itself apart and tries to stitch it back together, you say, "Yes." Because no will not leave your lips.

[nadinebrooks]

Harry Potter Masterlist: Preferences and One-Shots

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Started: 06/02/2022

Last Updated: 07/02/2023

Total Works: 33

Preferences

Your House & Blood Type (09/11/22)

Your Year Compared to Him (09/11/22)

Your Siblings (09/15/22)

How You Meet (09/16/22)

His First Thoughts When He Sees You (09/17/22)

He Realizes That He Likes You (10/06/22)

He Realizes That He Likes You Part 2 (10/06/22)

You Realize You Like Him (11/24/22)

You Realize You Like Him Part 2 (11/24/22)

He Gets Jealous (12/09/22)

He Gets Jealous Part 2 (12/09/22)

How You Spend the Christmas Holidays (12/24/22)

How You Spend the Christmas Holidays Part 2 (12/24/22)

You Get Jealous (02/12/23)

Your Best Friend (05/27/23)

One-Shots

Golden Era

Harry Potter

Don't Forget to Write: You learn exactly what kind of school Harry Potter goes to. (09/11/22)

Some Real Competition: You have never head to deal with academic competition in your life. That is until you run into the Harry Potter and his friend, The Half Blood Prince. (11/24/22)

Hunger Games Edition: My obsession with the Hunger Games is back so I combined the two. (12/07/22)

Ray of Light: Harry finally decides to admit his feelings. (07/02/23)

Ron Weasley

I'll Catch You: Ron Weasley was your childhood best friend and he is not happy that you belong in Slytherin. (12/02/22)

Can We Start Over?: Ron Weasley has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But is this one so bad that he can't come back from it?

The Silent Slytherin's Stand: Even though you're quiet, you're not afraid to stand up for what you believe in. (07/21/23)

Draco Malfoy

Princess: You get asked to the Yule Ball by Cedric Diggory. What could go wrong? (09/14/22)

Drunken Mess: After having a few too many drinks, you slip up and say something to Draco Malfoy that you can't take back. (10/07/22)

George Weasley

Do You Really Want This: Slytherins aren't supposed to have feelings for Weasley. But, do you want something that's easy or something that makes you happy? (11/11/22)

Fred Weasley

You are Enough: Being a Malfoy is hard. Being a Malfoy who was placed in Hufflepuff is even harder. (10/16/22)

Still My Best Friend: Unexpected love is usually the best kind. (01/02/23)

Dean Thomas

Make a Wish: Whenever presented with a chance to wish upon a star, always take that chance. (04/17/23)

Cedric Diggory

Hard to Get: Maybe playing hard to get with Cedric Diggory wasn't such a good idea after all. (09/17/22)

Blossoming Love: New school year. New projects. New friends. New love? (10/07/23)

Severus Snape

The New Potions Master: You become the new potions master at Hogwarts and you make some unlikely friends. (10/29/22)

Pansy Parkinson

Believe Me Now: Pansy Parkinson has some new feelings and she isn't sure where they came from. (01/12/23)

Marauders Era

Young! James Potter

All I Want For Christmas Is You: Just something cute for the holidays. James Potter and you discuss what you want for Christmas. (12/21/22)

Young! Sirius Black

Young! Remus Lupin

I Could Never Hate You: Even thought you're his best mates little sister, Remus can't stay away. (05/11/23)

The Next Generation

James Sirius Potter

We're Just Friends: A game of truth or dare makes you realize that maybe you like James Potter a little more than just friends. (09/26/22)

[obey-me-headquarters]

let’s see if i’m doing this right.

i came into your inbox because i have thoughts. specifically, i was thinking about a sub taking care of their dom. not nessicarly in a sexual way, i was really thinking about both in and outside of the bedroom.

lucifer as a sub already gives you a lot, his trust is hard earned but a great prize. but i was thinking about after so many scenes, he probably would do a lot of things for you, like bring you your choice of beverage in the morning, or give you a massage when you ask, or run you a bath because he knows you have cramps. and these are some of my favorite things to think about, like, obviously the majority of the time we’re still in control and that’s how he likes it. but he also likes you enough to want to do stuff for you; not because you asked, but because it’s a way to show he cares.

this also applies to inside his bedroom, i believe he gives more than he recieves; that’s just how it worked with the 2 of you. but sometimes when your head is aching or your knees hurt (someone help me my knee is dying), he’s willing to just give you so many rounds of oral.

feel free to ignore this ask, i know it’s not really a question it had just been stirring in my brain for a bit. i also had another thought right before i went to write this ask but i. can’t remember it. so i’ll probably come into your inbox again when i do. i love your writing so much!!

Ohhhh, I like this concept!! Full disclosure, I'm more of a fan of the dom (aka, us or reader) taking care of the sub than the sub taking care of us. But I'm not against the concept!

To go a little more hardcore than your idea, I really like it when a sub is like, completely and utterly devoted to their master. The complete opposite of a brat in the sense that they use wanna be Good and Obedient. And that can definitely manifest in them taking care of their dom. Making them meals, rubbing their feet, running them a bath, etc.

Although, I do admit that this has to he worded in a Very Specific Way for me to find it appealing, but that's more of a ME thing than anything. Idk, there's just something about someone being like "I get pleasure off of serving my dom, I would actually prefer to not get any physical pleasure at all" that just, don't compute in my brain. Maybe it's because I'm just not a sub at all, or maybe it's because I'm too much of a pleasure dom. No shame to any subs like that! It's just one of those things that my brain can't wrap around as being pleasurable (for me at least)

Anyway, I'm rambling!!! Back to the topic at hand!!

I definitely think this is a sweet idea!! And I understand how it's appealing, after a bad or tiring day I kinda just want to lay back and have someone else look after me. I also like the framing of us still being a dom during this, as I don't like the stereotype that doms are always self sufficient and doesn't show "weakness" by being tired and needing someone else to do something for them. Everyone gets tired sometimes!

I really like the idea of Lucifer doing tiny things for you to show that he's your submissive to be really adorable! Like him wearing your collar under his clothes, or him paying for your meals. He wants to be of use to you because he loves the idea of he being someone you use.

In the bedroom I prefer to write scenes more focusing on the sub (if that wasn't like, obvious by everything I've written lol), and giving them pleasure and wracking them. But I like the idea of Lucifer giving you oral!

Thank you so much for the ask! And thank you for liking my writing!

[variety-fangirl]

Okay, I can't believe I've found someone who still writes actively for Jimmy Keene 🥺🫶 So I'd like to ask something like Jimmy falling for the nurse who is taking care of his father at hospital (feel free to choose the reason).

I was thinking in something like jimmy being an asshole with the doctors and nurses because he is stressed and worried about his father and, seeing that the reader is the only one who doesn't give in to his anger, he begins to see her in a different way.

Thanks in advance for considering my request. You slayy 🫶🩷

Nurse / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Summary: you are a nurse working your normal day shift at the hospital and treating your patients as you would any other day. Until you get requested by one of your fellow colleagues to take over their patient's case because of the difficult son.

Warnings: swearing, angry/stressed Jimmy, mean Jimmy (he's not really mean, lil worried sweetheart), talk of heart attack, cancer, medication and medical care.

Authors note: aww thank you 😁 I'm quite honoured to be one of the few who write for Jimmy tbf. Helps me to stand out a little ☺️ Oh 🥺 I love this idea! This is cute actually. Thank you for requesting and reading my stuff, it means the world to me! Yes queen, you slay too 😘🥰 Thank you for reading, please enjoy. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out.

P.s. I'm not a nurse so if details are wrong or inaccurate, don't sue me lol. Just go along with it haha.

Word count: 2.9k

"Okay Dorothy, you are discharged, signed, and all set to leave finally!" you happily inform one of your patients that you had been caring for, for about a week. She had come in for a Mastectomy but there had been issues and she had stayed a few days longer than planned, she had her surgery yesterday and was now finally going home cancer-free. Dorothy is a sweet 58-year-old lady who you have cared for repeatedly over the years for various health reasons. She was always an absolute delight to look after and provide care for, you'd developed a slight soft spot for her. Even though that wasn't typically allowed, but you kept your emotions in check mostly with your patients.

"Oh thank goodness, I can't wait to go and sleep this off in my own bed finally. Thank you so much for taking care of me again, sweetheart." Dorothy's cold, wrinkled but gentle and soft hand clasped yours with the strength she could muster. She was still a bit groggy from the high dosage of painkillers you had prescribed her for the pain. Her husband, Gordon, smiled and thanked you with a tender hand on your shoulder before pushing his wife's wheelchair out of the hospital room. You smile sweetly, "It was my absolute pleasure, it always is. Now, you both take care. I don't want to see either of you back here for a while okay?" you teased with half seriousness.

"Hopefully not dear!" Gordon calls with a chuckle as they both wave before leaving down the corridor to the elevators. You smile and fill in Dorothy's chart about her discharge, it took you about twenty minutes before you handed it back to reception. You were hoping to take your lunch break, it was about the time for you to take one. But luck was not on your side because no more than five minutes later, as you reached the break room, your colleague Jillian stopped you with pleading eyes. You grimace, "what's wrong?" you ask with an unhappy tone.

"I will do anything, anything, if you can please take over Nigel for the afternoon. He's-" she pauses and sighs, obviously exhausted. It had been a long day for you all. Nigel was hard work, for everyone but you for some reason. Maybe it was your sternness and no-messing attitude that got him to behave, or maybe he just had a soft spot for you, you weren't sure but he was good as gold for you. You sigh, "refusing to take his meds again?" you question. This was a recurring theme with Mr. Nigel. He had a habit of throwing tantrums and refusing to take his blood pressure meds. So most would come to you for help, knowing he would listen to you. She nods, "he's asking for you and will apparently only take his meds if you give them to him. Says he only trusts you."

You groan, rubbing your forehead with your fingers. You could feel an oncoming migraine forming, oh how fun. You held your hand out, "Okay." you huffed with a sigh, exasperated from your already too-long shift. You loved your job but sometimes you were beyond exhausted with some of the patients you had to care for. Jillian squeals happily, "Thank you, thank you! You are a lifesaver." she thanks gratefully as she passes you his medication, a now bright smile on her tired but still beautiful face. You take a moment to yourself, taking a deep breath in and out before making your way to Nigel's room.

Nigel was one of your regulars at the hospital, he was back and forth constantly for different reasons and always ended up staying longer than planned. On this occasion, he had surgery on his leg because of an infection. He took regular medication for Asthma and his heart but the old bastard was stubborn at taking them. His wife had always been the one to remind him but since she died a year ago, he's been awful about taking them. You knock on his door and wait patiently, receiving a very rude 'fuck off' before deciding to just enter anyway.

"Now Nigel, is that any way to treat your favourite nurse?" you kid, walking further into the room until you reach his bedside where the water jug is located. You pour some water into a small cup as he speaks, "I didn't realise it was you, I'm sorry. Glad they finally got you as I requested." he grumbles, obviously displeased but not with you. You turn with the water and pills in hand, "Meds, please." he grabs them from you instantly and takes them without fuss. You secretly roll your eyes at his tantrum, "And you know I can't always be here to look after you Nigel." you tut as you adjust the pillow behind his head and back to be more comfortable for him, and pull his blanket back us to his chest the way he likes. He pats the hand on his chest kindly, "I know but they don't look after me the way you do. You're special." you smile as you check his IV.

"Well thank you." you nod and check the now-empty paper cup, "finished?" you ask, referring to the water. He nods, passing the cup back to you where you refill it and place it on his bedside in case he wants some later. You check over his chart as well whilst there to make sure everything is in order and fill in the necessary information about what you've done. "Right, you are all set. I will come back and check on you later, anything you need?" you ask with a smile. The grey balding 65-year-old shakes his head with a returning smile, "Nope. I'm good." you nod with a chuckle, preparing to leave the room, "Okay, I'll see you later."

You spend the next few hours of your shift doing rounds, checking on patients, sorting out medication, filling in charts and the usual tasks you would normally do. By that point, you only had 30 minutes left of your shift, it was 7 PM. You'd always done 12 hours so you couldn't wait to go home, take a hot shower and get into your nice clean bed to sleep. You were exhausted and hungry. You were contemplating what to grab on the way home to eat because you were far too exhausted to cook tonight when another of your colleagues, Gloria, came over with a guilty look on her face. You glare at her, "no."

"Please y/n, I am begging you to help," she begs with pleading eyes, she genuinely looked like she was going to cry. "No, I have twenty-five minutes left before I clock out and I already took on one patient more than my own today as is." you close the last chart of the day and hand it back to reception, now finally finished for the day. "I'll give you $20?" she bribes, holding your shoulders with a grip of plea. You sigh, "Fine! You owe me so badly! Fill me in on the patient and the issue as we go to their room, lead the way." You indicate to in front of you for her to go first, she nods and starts filling you in.

"The patient is James Keene, who prefers to be called Big Jim. Sixty years of age and came in for a mild heart attack. Started the necessary treatment but there's difficulty with his check-up." She winces, leading you down the hallway slowly. "So what do you need me for then?" You question confused, not understanding what the issue is. She sighs, "The son is the issue. He's making treatment difficult and is freaking out on all the nurses." you turn to her with a raised eyebrow. "I know! But trust me, you'll understand when you meet him. Right, here he is, room 305. Thank you!" She scoots off back down the hallway without another word, leaving you with the difficult family member.

You roll your eyes, tuck the chart under your arm and knock on the door. A gruff but kind 'come in' voiced for you to enter, the annoyance immediately gone and a smile replaced on your face. "Hello, Mr. Keene! I'm the new nurse who will be taking care of you during your time with us. I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." you walk to the left side of his bed as the son is on the right and place the chart at the end of his bed before taking his side. The son with an eye roll scoffs, "Great. Another fucking nurse." His arms are folded defensively over his chest and his body language suggests he is not happy. "Jimmy!" James scolds unhappily, a frown on his face. "Well sir, the other nurses were not pleased with your attitude towards them and unco-operation in their trying to help your father. So I was asked to take over." He squints his eyes but says nothing further for the moment.

"I'm just going to take your blood pressure, is that alright?" you ask sweetly with a smile, James nods with a smile. You go to take his arm when Jimmy growls, "Be careful for god sake! He's hurt." You give him a blunt look, "Sir, I did go to medical school for a number of years to train to be a nurse. I know what I'm doing." Your tone left no room for argument as you took James' arm carefully and gently as you originally intended to. You took his blood pressure, monitored his heart rate and checked what was necessary all with Jimmy making snide comments or yelling at you whilst you were just trying to help his father. You had enough.

"Okay, Mr. Keene, all done for now. I'm a little concerned about your blood pressure and hydration levels, so I'll get an IV and some medication to sort that out right away for you. The doctor has advised a few days stay, so we are going to keep you in for observation and granted you improve then you can go home. I'll be back shortly. Jimmy? May I speak with you outside for a moment please?" you ask with a tense tone, indicating to the door. He huffs but follows behind you as James thanks you. Jimmy closes the door behind you both and steps to the side so you are both by the wall, out of people's way. You look Jimmy over, noting the tired look on his face, the clear bags under his lovely eyes and a look of frustration on his face.

"Can I speak plainly?" you question as you look at his face, waiting patiently. He nods stiffly, not meeting your eyes, seeming to favour looking at your neck instead. "Okay, thank you." you pause for a moment, "I understand perfectly how worried you must be for your father and his wellbeing, it's absolutely natural to be frustrated and angry when you want the best care for your loved one. But, your behaviour and attitude with me and my fellow colleagues is unacceptable." His eyes shoot up to look at yours, a look of surprise in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth but you hold your finger up, "I'm not finished. The other nurses asked for me to take over because they couldn't deal with your difficult behaviour, it made caring for your father hard. I won't tolerate that kind of disrespect when I am just trying to look after your lovely father, so, If you are quite finished?" you ask, as if he's a naughty child being told off for his behaviour.

He clears his throat, a small smirk on his lips. "Absolutely, I apologise for my behaviour. I was in the wrong because I was worried. It won't happen again, ma'am." You smile in return and nod. You appreciate more than anything when someone admits they are in the wrong and apologises for their actions. Nurse no-nonsense strikes again! "Thank you, I appreciate the apology. Right, I'll be back shortly!" you call to Jimmy as you go to sort out Mr. Keene's medication and treatment. Unbeknownst to you, Jimmy stays rooted to the spot, watching you as you walk away with a smile on his face.

By the time you went back in there 30 minutes later, he was a changed man. He was polite and understanding towards you, letting you do your job in peace. You were grateful for it, it made your job so much easier. You made sure Mr. Keene was taken care of, as well as Jimmy, making sure they both had everything they needed for the night before you left.

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Over the next four days of Mr. Keene being in the hospital for treatment, you start bonding with Jimmy slowly. After you told him off, he calmed down completely and left you to treat his father without argument. And anytime he did say anything out of line, you would just tell him off straight away and instead of anger, he would just smirk to himself not saying anything. You were unsure why but his smile was so infectious that you would end up smiling back in return. You would try not to, to be professional but it was damn hard with how gorgeous his smile is. You noticed a complete difference in him, it had been pleasant to have him around and James was an absolute delight. Despite his condition, he was cracking jokes and smiling non-stop. He is one of your favourite patients to date, although, you wouldn't tell the others that. Especially Nigel.

Jimmy had changed his attitude towards everyone at the hospital, so much so that your colleague came up and asked what the hell you'd done. She'd cracked an inappropriate joke about his dick which you both scolded her for and laughed at. You weren't exactly sure what you'd done, again. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't take his bullshit and called him out on it, maybe he liked you. You weren't sure but you were glad for it anyway. And you were very aware that like Nigel, Jimmy refused any other nurse to care for his father whilst he was here. Claiming you were "understanding and gentle" with his father's care. You didn't mind anyway.

By the time James was discharged from the hospital, you were honestly a little sad. You'd definitely miss seeing them both around here, James kept the job interesting. Which you were so appreciative of, the job could often feel a little samey at times. So, having interesting patiently made it all worthwhile. You had been extremely busy that day and had honestly expected Jimmy to kick off, maybe even just a little because of how long it was taking but he didn't say a word.

"I am so sorry for the wait Mr. Keene, we are down three nurses today so we are a little understaffed and very busy. You are all set to go, discharge papers are done and you have everything yes?" you didn't want poor James to forget any of his belongings here. James nodded with a smile, "All set, thank you." he shook your hand firmly before making his way towards the elevators but Jimmy stayed behind. You hadn't even noticed until you turned around and noticed him stood directly behind you.

You gasp quietly in shock, your faces mere inches apart. You both stare at one another for a few moments, seeming to admire one another with the same intensity. You unintentionally look at his lips, your eyes lingering on the pink plump and kissable lips as his tongue dips out his mouth and licks along his bottom lip. You clear your throat and take a step back, putting some professional distance between you both before someone sees and questions you. "Your number?" you shake your head and look up at him, considering how very tall he is, with a questioning look. "I'm sorry?" you ask shocked, eyes wide.

He smirks, knowing that you were too busy ogling him to hear a single word that he had just said. "I asked if I could have your mind to set up a date." He replies cooly, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest so that his muscles were bulging through his cotton long-sleeved shirt. You smile, although you try to hide it but fail miserably, "Mr. Keene that is against hospital policy, no fraternising with patients." you try to say it sternly but it just comes out teasingly.

He smirks knowingly, "Good thing I'm not a patient then. So, your number gorgeous?" he leans in slightly closer, his eyes staring deeply into yours with lustful intensity. You scoff with a laugh but pull out your notepad and pen regardless, how could you say no to that charm? You roll your eyes as you pass the piece of paper to him, "8 o'clock this Saturday, I'll text you my address when you text me. Don't be late." You playfully glare as you turn and walk towards reception, needing to clear your head just slightly. His presence was intoxicating to be around. Just as you were about to turn the corner you heard him quietly say, "I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." The smile didn't leave your face for the rest of the day.

[idololivine]

because I am me as a person (i.e. someone who was classically trained in singing and honestly had a good shot at professional opera if I wanted it) I have also. been idly daydreaming about an opera house AU

Olivine as this child prodigy-slash-rising star within the opera world; 25 is, in the grand scheme of opera, young. careers often don't fully launch until a singer is in their 30s because the voice takes time to mature.

but Olivine, having participated in church choir since he was old enough to read sheet music, got picked up young because he was so clearly talented, and then spent the next two-ish decades being pressured towards professional opera as a career while being told that his voice was a gift from God

except... deep down, he doesn't love performing. or, he loves performing, but he doesn't love it enough for everything surrounding it; the auditions, the freelance schedule, the sheer pressure of it all.

but he can't admit that to himself, because he's so painfully aware of how privileged he is. how many people could afford the training he had? the language lessons, the acting lessons? how many people can say their parents support their singing career this strongly? how many people have the sheer talent? he's met so many who had this dream and just couldn't cut it, one way or another. doesn't he owe it to them to succeed?

that's a pretty wrong thing to believe, of course. Other Things Happen (not knowing what things happen is always the greatest reason why I don't write plotty fic; I have thoughts about themes and character arcs but not the Actual Happenings) and by the end he decides that he's much happier as a singing teacher, supporting others in their own passions.

B-plot: it's an opera house AU and not an opera AU, which means ballet

Edmond, Dante, and Blade are our local ballet dancers with a play on the themes of privilege in Olivine's main arc

Blade is the opera house's resident choreographer. silly mode Blade is his day to day mode and murder Blade is the flow state he goes into when he's really really focused on his work. he's autistic and dance and choreography is one of the ways in which he really feels like he can truly express himself.

Edmond is very very privileged - legacy dancer with a famous ballerina mom, classes since he was old enough to walk, never a worry about being able to afford new shoes and other ballet gear. (can you tell I don't do ballet?) but he's also conscientious enough to be aware of his privilege, so he puts in more work than most so he can truly earn his place by anyone's measure.

Dante, on the other hand, is an orphan who only managed to get classes via free programs when he was young, and scholarships when he got older. he's had to work insanely hard just to get his foot in the door, and a billion times harder to surpass his peers. he doesn't resent anyone for being plain luckier, but he's not exactly here to make friends, either.

C-plot: other characters are here too

Yakumo is truly an amazing baritone and is magnificent when he gets in the zone, but he's so overwhelmingly anxious that he flubs auditions and holds back rehearsals A Lot

Eiden is... a composer maybe...? I don't know how modern composers function. but I assume it would put him in touch with singers and dancers.

Aster is, the owner of the opera house, or something? Morvay is his sexy secretary.

Quincy is the master carpenter in charge of making sets. extremely underrated but important job. he's not a prideful guy, but it feels fulfilling to create pieces that are so foundational to the shows the opera house puts on.

Kuya is one of those diva singers who's an absolute bitch to work with but they're SO famous that the crew just puts up with the terrible behavior. to his credit, sometimes the stuff he demands indirectly or directly makes the show better. directors hate him.

I don't know how GaruKaru and Rei fit into this actually. they don't translate very easily to a performing arts AU. maybe Rei's a former ballet dancer who sustained an injury that took him out of dance entirely, and now he does sports medicine.

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello! I hope you are doing well!

Firstly,I wanted to praise your writing: It's so good omg 😭😭 You're feeding me fr

Secondly,I'd like to request platonic headcanons for Percy,Jack (I think you write for him?),Leo,Bane,Michiko and Nightmare/Orpheus (Feel free to remove any if that's too much for you!) with a child!reader who's like a very hyper jumping spider,able to climb on walls,jump really far and high,and who's just a very energetic child,running around and stuff? (Perhaps even have multiple arms?)

(this is my very first ask on any blog,so I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong with my ask!! 😭)

Have a very nice day,and stay proud!!!

HELLO!!! first of all, thank YOU for your support fr im giggling and kicking my feet rn😖💞

i decided to cut down your picks a liiiiittle bit so it's easier to handle - i've chosen jack, michiko, percy and leo ! otherwise very good character choices, they deserve sm more love than they actually get 🤧 so i picked out those that seemed the least popular to me or for which i haven't really written yet!!

jack, michiko, percy and leo with a hyper child reader hcs🎩🌸🧟‍♂️☄️

jack the ripper🎩

he's not the type to scold you! after all, his duty isn't oriented around kids, so he's way more relaxed and not strict at all

^which gets him a lot of complaints from michiko and the hunters whose duties ARE oriented around kids, as they consider him to be too carefree

you, of course, do not mind

chuckles and hums as he watches you jump from wall to wall, with only an occassional "watch where you're goin' , kid!"

literally the type to watch you set the manor on fire and just shake his head like "kids these days smh"

when (or better, if) you crash after your burst of energy, he's here to put you on his shoulders and carry you

michiko🌸

michi is very caring and motherly, but she, obviously, has her boundaries

always worried you might seriously hurt yourself as you partake in some classic tomfoolery (read: wreaking havoc upon the mere mortals of the manor) so she always keeps a first aid kit around

also keeps snacks and water by her side for when you get hungry/thirsty from all that jumping 😎

as much as she loves kids she CANNOT keep up with you, watching you jump for too long will give her motion sickness😭

just the mere thought of being that energetic makes her sweat

usually when she's taking care of you she just sits amidst the chaos you're causing and knits or something

percy🧟‍♂️

also not one of the hunters who takes care of kids

he spends most of his time in solace, working on his research and writing scripts

...so he's not fond of socialising in general, let alone babysitting

you might as well climb onto him like he's a tree and he wouldn't even flinch😭

as he's nonverbal (for the most part) he can't do much other than look over you and occasionally halt you from going overboard by tapping your hand or holding your shoulder

all that stems from good intentions, though. he doesn't want a child to get hurt and although it's hard for him to process emotions and empathy now, he knows that what he's doing is the right thing

leo beck☄️

has plenty of experience with kids!

even with his wounds and age he always tries his best to match your energy (even if he fails, it's the thought that counts ok ok ☹️☹️☹️☹️)

you wouldn't believe how FAST he is like damn those dad calves are getting put into use🫡 gets exhausted quite quickly but he won't give up just yet!

would 100% let you hang off of his arm !!!!

he would challenge you to races and take the loss like a champ he just wants to see you happy fr :(

some would think he goes too easy on the kids and spoils them but honestly, since he lost lisa, he wants to experience all things fatherhood and never, ever make a child upset ever again - like compensation for being a bad father in the past

[spicyicetea]

So... Me again. Did I just put a post out saying that I probably won't update any time soon? Yes. Am I now putting out a chunky post about a Pokémon au I've been making as stress relief? Yes. Am I scared of being judged or people thinking the au sounds dumb? Very much so. Well here's my au! Please enjoy, I beg you.

Distortian au

This au is centred around my personal favourite pokemon characters and a villain team me and my friends made up one night. The evil team is refered to as team lotus and their main goal is to open a reliable pathway into the distortian realm to comune with Giritina. I don't want to give too many spoilers about why they're doing this, in case I do end up writing a longer story, but it isn't for inherently evil reasons, like self gain or the destruction of humanity. The Y/N character in this AU would be the younger sibling of the leader of Team Lotus. Y/N is unaware of their siblings association with the team and works with the other trainers at trying to take down the team.

Speaking of which, the other strong pokemon trainers, like the champions, gym leaders and other powerful trainers (Like Emmet and Ingo), would join in the fights trying to take down the team as they recruit technology and members of other evil teams from other regions. The team is hiding itself under a man made resort island that is currently hosting a world wide battle competition to determine the the strongest trainer in the world.

How would this change the actual characters?

Well the personalities of the characters wouoldn't change in any extreme way, however I would be applying personal headcannons onto them for what happened after the events of their game/games or just how I believe they would actually act. Just as an example of what I mean by this, I like the idea that certain evil team leaders would have tried to redeem themselves after being defeated. Obviously some of them would have remained set in their ways, characters like Ghetsis not being willing to change his views and Giovanni wanting to change for the sake of Silver but struggling due to old habits. The other evil team leaders I can see redeeming themselves are like Archie and Maxie as they were just very... dumb with their actions and I'm a big believer in a Cyrus redemption arc where Cynthia forces him to therapy out of pity and he reshapes team galactic to monitor the distortian realm with their technology after damaging the veil between the distortian realm and the normal world. I can't help myself, I tend to like the bad guys more than the good guys in pokemon games, or at least the older ones, the newer ones just don't have the same spark and appeal as the old ones in my opinon, excpet for Guzma... I love Guzma.

More about Y/N:

Although I refer to them here with they/them pronouns, if I were to actually write them I'd prob use fem pronouns because it's what I find easier to write for, especially for shipping reasons. As much as I would love for it to be completely self insert with the pokemon team being up to the reader, I will have to make hard decisons if I ever have Y/N in a pokemon fight or just relaxing with their pokemon. For any posts about this au, feel free to put suggestions for pokemon for Y/N to have, the more I see it, the more likely I am to consider it as an option.

Now time for me to dump all my art regarding this au onto yall, or at least the stuff on my iPad. Most of the drawings are just the slight redesigns I use for the au stuff I have written so far. Most are slight changes, but some get complete outfit changes like Cyrus to fit his new role in the au.