#im back after five billion years...

[blogmarrow]

who up blorking it

[elfarons]

OKAY BUT DAD!REN WALK WITH MEEE

cw: fem reader, fluff, body insecurity, lowkey just a mashup of dilf ren teehee

it took a while to get ren to open up, but you stayed persistent and got them to rely on you for their more vulnerable moments. ren confessed he never saw himself with kids, or worthy of being a parent with you, but after years of just the two of you, you both decide to raise a child.

ren had no more time to overthink the small things because his family was top priority, what with all the late nights taking turns rocking the baby to sleep, staying consistent on feeding and nap times, and everything that comes with raising a human.

as time went on, he would indulge his little family with anything they wanted. going to all his kids school plays, or going to drop off lunch for you at work. all the movie nights of buckets of popcorn or eating all the junk food when out somewhere with you guys.

you guys were his world.

---

but sometimes ren forgets that he's in this together with you.

while in the line for a ferris wheel at an amusement park, you notice him zipping up his jacket and glancing at some of the other younger couples, "i thought you said it's burning hot?"

"i just think the outfit looks better like this dont'cha think?" he ruffles your kids hair when they nod at him, but you know it's deeper.

you pry a bit more and eventually ren relents, "it's just... i look so different from when we first met, and i'm just wondering if i'm still attractive to you..."

you felt guilty for not noticing ren becoming more self conscious and how they didn't wanna burden you with it.

you reassure them that you accept them no matter what, and honestly all you noticed was how good of a dad he's been! you barely noticed that his stomach is a bit more round, his arms a bit bigger, and the hair that now covers nearly all of his skin

but you are IN LOVE WITH IT!

he can easily carry a baby in each hand, he keeps you all super warm in your sleep as the family's heater, and he just looks so adorable fussing over your small children when he's basically a walking mountain.

he's just an amazing parent and his body is physical proof of his love.

---

on a normal day, you would wake up and cook breakfast because you can't trust ren. but one day, you wake up to the sound of ren and your spawn in the kitchen.

wait, ren is cooking?!

you bolt out of bed and run down the hallway to the kitchen, and once you turn the corner, you're.... confused?

ren is sitting on his heels with his head down and letting one of your kids scold him, "papa, i told you a billion times to only use one-four cup, not a full cup! are you trying to kill mama?!" ren shakes his head in shame and puts his head on the floor, going along with their antics, "i am sincerely sorry, sweetie. please do not speak of this to your mom."

you stifle a giggle and walk away to let him handle it, hearing the exchange eventually end with your kid taking over the kitchen and ren as their assistant.

when you finish your morning routine, you go back to the kitchen and ren gives you a special version of their pancakes, with your favorite toppings and your favorite drink.

"you two are so sweet! what is this for?"

the smaller copy of ren smiles wide, and excitedly says, "i watched papa makeyour favorite! he said it's because you make him feel better about himself."

ren nods and adoringly gazes at you, "you helped me through all my problems no matter how small, so i wanted to show you how much i appreciate you"

you kiss both of their cheeks and you all start digging in, ren and the head chef high fiving under the table when you point out how delicious it tastes.

ren thought he'd never make a good parent, but it comes so naturally. you love them even more for it.

author's note: ok hi i literally made this in like an hour bc we talked about him for literally like 10 mins and im CRAZY i need him so byad,, but i hope you guys like this mess :3c

ty kami + cybele for the inspo on the cooking part !!

dividers by @/enchanthings

[justiceiscalling]

random batkids headcanons cause i said so (some are good, some are bad, some are decent. you’ll live, i swear.)

damian wakes up at five in the morning everyday no matter what. he trains. he walks titus, sometimes he goes on runs with them. he showers. and he’s back in time for breakfast.

when duke can’t fall asleep and he’s really bored, he trails a random member of the family that’s patrolling and fucks with the shadows and lights to make them think they’re going crazy

tim zoned out once in class and when he came back to himself he had finished his entire homework, on a freshly learned subject, and not a single answer was wrong. it really inflated his ego.

stephanie was on patrol and was arguing with jason via comms while grappling and then there was a loud ‘BANG’ and she got so scared she fell. turns out the bang was jason falling on top of a trash can

duke, sleep deprived and stupid, was looking for damian once and walked into the barn. he had a four minute conversation with the cow, convinced damian was somewhere in the barn.

one time jason, tim, and damian got stuck in a month long n prank war with eachother and jason dyed batcow green. this lead to the prank war taking a violent turn because damian just started fucking with jason’s weapons and shit and tim was like ‘you either eat or get eaten’ so he started messing with their equipments. safe to say, bruce came back from space pissed off.

in that time when damian couldn’t get the green dye off batcow, dick visits gotham unaware of the prank war and absolutely shitfaced, he walks into the barn and has an hour long conversation with batcow because he thinks it’s beastboy. duke walks in on this and genuinely thinks that he made the same mistake duke had made previously and it leads to a lot of confusion.

duke and damian went ice skating once for publicity, because the tabloids were saying shit about duke not ‘really’ being their brother. damian never told him but it was the most fun he had with any of his siblings in a while

cass has a ballet recital in europe and doesn’t tell the family, not for any particular reason just because she was busy and had forgotten to mention it. EVERY single one of them show up anyway. no one ever says who it was that found out about the recital but cass knows it’s tim.

tim drake hallucinates dead damian more than once. idk if this is canon or not but him hugging damian and then him never being a hallucination again is shit so, he hallucinates dead damian a few times to be like ‘huh, i hope this isn’t like a i-need-to-be-hospitalized thing’ but not enough where he is convinced he’s schizophrenic

on the same page, dick hallucinated dead damian and dead alfred. im half convinced he had dinner with dead-alfred, dead-damian, and dead-jason, at a really low point in his life.

after alfred died, damian learned how to cook. he kind of knew how to before but he hadn't cooked a solo-meal ever, alfred was always there to help. after his death bruce cooked a meal and damian was like 'fuck. i have to learn how to cook now. for the safety of thomas, father, and i'

tim once got so drunk he confessed his feelings for kon to jason. jason teased him for years, using the exact same wording whenever kon was around. (‘i like the suit superboy’ - tim ‘yeah. the suit brings out your eyes. i feel like you—wearing that suit—could make someone forget how to operate so much that they fall face first into a bowl of cereal’ - jason ‘cool.. should that be, like, a goal?’ -kon)

damian has like this weird idea that jason gets around and is so fucking shocked when jason’s kiss count is less that the two hundred he had imagined.

damian does street art. he has a whole persona, he wears a mask, spray-paints, and has about a billion spray-cans. his art is widely known around gotham.

he tells none of his siblings but tim is the first to find out anyway.

damian will use talia’s achievements in any and every argument he possibly can to piss bruce off. ( ‘just because you didn’t finish medical school and mother did does not mean..’ - damian. more than once)

duke and damian are the closest siblings. all the other siblings kind of drift apart, the way siblings do when they move out, but duke and damian both lived in the manor at the same time with each other as (probably) one of their only forms of communication.

duke doesn't hate dick, but he's definitely his least favorite sibling. for a bit, he doesn't even really view him as a sibling, he's just kind of his siblings-sibling, if that makes sense (ex: jasons

stephanie has an embarrassing love for the twilight movies. she has the books too and she loves them, but she’s always been a movie-girl and she knows every line in every one of the movies. she makes all her new friends watch at least one of them.

tim is the same but with the hunger games series, dick with any animated disney movie, duke with harry potter, and damian with the national geographic channel.

jason is a sucker for rom-coms.

cass favors movies where the actors are either bone-chillingly good or are in love with each other in real life, because she HATES that she knows that they’re faking it.

tim is falling behind on slang and damian and duke keep making fun of him for it. tim hates it. he feels prehistoric. like jason. or worse, dick.

for fun and out of curiosity, tim, dick, steph, and duke read fanfictions of themselves out loud. (like that one sturniolo triplets vid from however long ago). stephanie didn’t have any, and since she wasn’t related to any of them she’d be the reader and whenever it talked about how tim was in a relationship she’d say ‘WRONG’ and leave comments about it on the wattpad or ao3 fic

tim goes back to the fics written about him. he just wants to know how the public perceives him.

[spanktony]

prologue. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — none.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 1.3k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— dude, i've been writing this series like crazy to the point im almost finished. and i HATE the first 3-4 chapters because they're kinda boring bruh. but happy new years guys! enjoy!

taglist — open!

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the first few months back in seoul were nice.

actually, more than nice, it was everything you hoped for after being on the road bouncing from city to city.

you had just gotten off a mini u.s. tour, with a big emphasis on mini because it was only around seven cities in total. but even that small stretch was a whirlwind of airport terminals, crowded venues, and late nights in hotel rooms that all started to blend together.

you had missed seoul, specifically your grandmother's house, because that is where most of your childhood memories took place.

born in new york, you were adopted by two of the kindest people you'd ever known. your parents met in the city, fell in love, and decided to start a family through adoption. your mom, who was korean, made sure you spent every summer in seoul with your grandma so you could stay connected to your roots—learning the language and culture firsthand.

it was her way of preserving what mattered, and you were grateful for it. those summers with your grandma was something you'd cling onto till eternity.

your parents did an amazing job of raising you—big props to them.

now, at 22, you were five years into your career in music. producer, singer-songwriter, performer—if it involved music, you were all in.

things had moved fast: two grammys out of the four nominations, three spotify 1 billion streams plaques that all hung proudly in your studio, and countless music festivals under your belt. you had done everything, from coachella to lollapalooza to bonnaroo and a slew of others.

though you were proud of all you'd achieved, the constant performing was beginning to take its toll. you needed a break from the spotlight, from the endless cycle of promotions and tours. you loved the hell out of your fans, but man you were tired.

so, when you told your management you wanted to step back from performing and focus on writing and producing, they were hesitant. they had their plans for you, but they knew better than to argue when you were so adamant. they respected your decision, and now here you were, doing exactly what you wanted. helping others create music, being behind the scenes rather than on stage, where you could breathe easier.

after months of your team sending your demos out to various artists, you finally got a callback from smtown. saying you were nervous was an understatement. the nerves had settled in your chest and stayed there, a heavy weight that didn't want to go away.

you had written this demo with a friend a few months ago, and it was one of your favorites. it was a little different from the usual songs you produced, and it was a risk. but when the call came, your team couldn't have been more supportive. you were excited but terrified at the same time.

that brings you to today, a month later, sitting in the lobby of the smtown building.

your legs bounced uncontrollably as you stared at the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until the meeting started. you were early—not too early—but the wait was killing you. the lobby was quiet, which was unusual since the building was constantly buzzing with artists coming and going. the company was big on privacy, though. they always tried to make sure no one was photographed, and you respected them for it.

your manager sat beside you, cool as always, one hand scrolling through his phone while the other rested casually on his knee. you had known him since you were 19, fresh to the music scene and pretty much a mess. he was assigned to keep your career on track, and while he took his job seriously, he didn’t have the whole uptight vibe that most other people in the industry did. he was cool, collected, and a little sassy, which you appreciated more than you'd like to admit.

"seriously, can you stop moving so much?" he said, not even looking up from his phone. "you're making me dizzy just watching you."

"i'm just... excited," you mumbled, forcing yourself to sit still. "i can't help it."

he rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head. "excited? you look like you're about to pass out. you do know that they already liked your song, right? they called us in."

"yeah, i know," you replied, trying to shake the jitters. "but, you know... they could change their minds. or something."

"or something," he mimicked. a glare shot his way, one that he didn't seem to mind at all. he was used to your glares. he had dealt with them for the last three years, after all. "please. just relax, okay? i'm sure it'll go well."

you nodded, taking a deep breath.

glancing down at your phone to see your mom's text, smiling to yourself. she always knows how to make you feel at home, even from halfway across the world.

mom ❤️: tell your dad that he's too old for tiktok. he keeps trying to dance.

you snicker. a response from your father quickly comes, adding another grey bubble to your screen from your family's group chat.

dad 💙: tell your mom to mind her own business and to get off my phone!

you slip your phone back into your pocket as your manager taps your shoulder, his hand lingering on your shoulder before he gestures for you to follow him.

you rise from the seat, following behind him as another figure begins leading him. lots of leading. so many twists and turns. and then an elevator, which the three of you step into, where you immediately blow a quick raspberry, the sound loud and a little childish. the corners of your mouth twitch as you try to stifle a laugh.

you glance up at your manager, who doesn't seem to mind the odd noise at all—he's used to you and your little ways. when you look at the other man, he looks surprised but intrigued. you think he's trying not to laugh as well.

stepping off the elevator and rounding a corner of the building, you pull the brim of your hat down a bit more with your right hand, hoping to cover a little more of your face. it's a nervous habit that's stuck with you since the beginning of your career.

your manager, walking just ahead, casts a quick glance back at you. his expression is neutral, but there's a certain glint in his eyes that tells you he's as excited as you are, if not more. the other man—a member of the smtown staff, you assume—keeps pace, a very fast pace, as he's much taller than either of you.

curse tall people and their long legs.

the three of you finally stop outside a room marked 115.

your manager turns to look at you, a smile on his face.

"this is it," he says. "are you ready?"

silence.

karina's eyes are unfocused, staring after your footsteps that are moving further and further away. it's an early morning, and the group has been called into the company's building for an important meeting revolving around their upcoming comeback. it had been a long couple of months since their last project, and everyone was eager to dive into new material.

the sound of her manager's voice, calling her name, pulls her out of her reverie.

"karina?"

she blinks, her gaze snapping back toward the voice that is holding the boardrooms' main door open, awaiting her entrance. karina blinks a few more times, her eyes refocusing as she shakes off the lingering thoughts of the stranger she had just seen.

she's usually good at recognizing people in this building, but she doesn't know who the person is. the black new york yankees hat was pulled so low over their face that she couldn't make out any features.

"karina," her manager calls again, a little louder.

"yes, sorry, i'm coming."

she steps into the boardroom, a small room with a long, sleek table and a whiteboard at the front of the room. several of her fellow members are already seated at the table, along with their managers and a couple of other staff members.

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[femtoddanderson]

behind the scenes

Steve harrington x Cinephile! reader

Summary: You work at the movie theater at the starcourt mall and Steve at scoops ahoy, you guys were always just the babysitters but what if you were more?

wc: 1.2k

note: this is my first post and blurb in over 2 years but im having fun again so expect a pt. 2

"I swear if anyone hears about this-"

"we're dead"

-

you glance at your watch and sigh as you stand by the the delivery access door with your foot against it to keep it ajar. they're five minutes late and at this rate they'll miss the iconic opening of the day of the dead. A opening you don't want to miss either; the seconds tick away as you contemplate ditching them to watch it for the third time by yourself or going back to your job of sweeping up theater two. And just at that moment you hear the growing bickering coming from the door.

you dip your head back into the hallway and glare.

"Hey! you're late!"

the group scurries in as you hold the door, "I swear if you make me miss this movie-"

"We're dead" the respond somewhat apologetically.

You all file into a row and take a seat. will unzips the backpack and begins passing out the snacks they smuggled in with them. You sigh and turn the other way to at least have plausible deniability. The projector whirs up and you lean to your right and bite your cheek in anticipation; you turn youre head already grinning as you watch them jump in their seats and the title card fades in.

-

“Hey are you ready to go?”

“Uh yep” robin responds as she closes the cash register.

“Robin your leaving? We still have 5 minutes until closing,” Steve responds exasperated.

“My ride is leaving so I’m leaving goodnight loser!”

You and Rob walk out and you say your goodbye: “have fun taking the kids home!”

You turn back walking towards the parking lot, and you hear a loud groan coming from the counter causing you two giggle with arms interlocked.

-

You and Steve bound because of the kids. But most of all Dustin. You were his real babysitter by choice and Steve was his babysitter by force.

Despite how much Dustin may claim he doesn’t need a babysitter, whenever the world was coming to an end you and Steve were there. And now you were there to welcome him home from his genius camp. You and Steve hung back watching el and them creep down the hallway to surprise him.

“So what are you doing tonight?” Steve attempts to break the silence coolly.

“Not much, me and rob are gonna see weird science supposed to be good…I mean it’s John Hughes,”

“Huh yeah so what is that like you’re 20th movie of the summer?”

“And what you’re going on your 20th date of the summer?”

“Ha, yeah I wish…no I’m working tonight” he looks back down to his feet.

Dustin’s voice grew louder as he walked down the hallway. “This camp was awesome it had an observatory, a billion telescopes, endless access to computers…” you’d never tell him but you missed hearing his geeky rants.

He finally acknowledges you and Steve’s presence when he reached the living room

“Hey I missed you guys so much. I even used the lady moves you taught me to get my girlfriend!”

There was a universal shock felt by everyone except Dustin. Girlfriend? You’ve barely been on one date and your little dork has a girlfriend?

“Oh you guys wanna meet her?” He grins as he leads the group out of the door.

“We’d love to dust but me and Steve have work, we’re happy you’re home”

“Yeah welcome home bud” Steve follows up as Dustin grins and shuts the door following his friends into the woods.

You mouth “girlfriend?”. He mouths back “lady moves?” with a genuine confused face.

You slap his arm laughing a little and open the door. He follows you to your respective cars.

“Hey if you’re not doing anything after work you should come see the movie with me and Robin it will be fun.”

He fixes his hair, “yeah maybe I’ll check my schedule” he says so not nonchalantly.

You chuckle a little considering five minutes ago he had nothing going on.

“Okay cool” you grin slightly, ducking into your car and turning your key.

-

You look up from your three ticket stubs to find Robin and Steve walking towards you, albeit totally engrossed in their conversation. the quarreling ends when they greet you with a sighing 'hi'.

"You came," you meet his eyes grinning.

"yeah I guess I made some time in my schedule," he responds cheekily, matching your grin.

Rob gawks at the locked eye contact between you too and takes it upon herself to break it up. "alright come on if I dont get cherry in the next 30 seconds I will kidnap one of your nerd kids to build me a new superhuman hot best friend".

You laugh at the reference and go to catch up with her. you look behind to find the joke to have gone over his head but following regardless causing you to laugh harder.

The three of you settle into your seats with your cold drinks and candy, all legally bought, and pass the popcorn around and the light dimming. It came as a surprise to Steve that you and robin were so vocal during the movie. Steve found a you he had never seen as he heard your laughs and jokes. For the first time this summer he had actually felt like he was having fun. He liked the movie but realized how much more fun everything can be with friends.

-

"okay lots of questionable character choices but feminism aside soundtrack 4.5/5, cinematography 3/5, and action 3.5/5 " you genuinely critic the absurd john hughes movie walking into the cool summer night's air.

Robin responds unprompted, "Um its a 5/5 on soundtrack, 2.5 on cinematography, and like a 3 on acting I mean what are they like 14? i dont know...what do you rate it Steve."

Steve had been visibly tuned out and was also confused by the conversation it seemed you two have had dozens of times. He scratches the space right above his ear. "It was good probably like a 4/5."

there was a silence of you and robin expecting more and exchanging a look confusingly. a honk came from behind.

"oh shit thats my mom, bye guys" she spits out quickly as she jogs to her moms chevy. "night" "bye" you and Steve respond.

He walks you to your car and you lean against it looking at his hazel eyes in the dim parking lot light. And he looks back at you in the same content way he did earlier in the night.

"I'm happy you came," you break the silence.

"I'm happy you invited me...movies are more fun with you guys"

"Oh yeah?" A smile begins to spread across your lips.

"more fun than I've had in a while actually," he steps in closer.

"Well I guess we'll just have to hang out more often" Your eyes flicker between his lightly tussled hair, his entrancing eyes. Your breaths get shallower.

"Yeah I would like that," he speaks in a tone only you and him could hear. A light breath bouncing off the tip of your nose.

[tapwater118]

thoughts. many thoughts. interesting thoughts. spoilery thoughts!

spoilers for ii2 15 and bfdia 14

ii2 15:

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDD

the song hopy shit i love inanimate insanity. i will listen to this for five billion years. mepad you are such a real one. taco………………… EUGH she hates herself she actually thinks she is irredeemable. mepad help her she needs therapy. NFDNWHWBDURBSBS

i was unfortunately spoiled by lightbulb being eliminated, but not baseball. the double elimination was still a surprise

can i mention the fact that lightbulb was crying after going through the portal. SHE MISSED HER FRIENDS SO MUCH EUGUFHHGUG

i hate mephone i hope he explodes /s mephone stop being interesting you’re killing me

suitcase better win. she’s put up with too much shit to not

bfdia 14:

unfortunately spoiled for pin getting her face/size back BUT NOT THE MECH SUIT BABY LETS GO GIRLY IS BACK. dude coiny he, purposefully stopped the wheel on that slice. he. he could have had her just win the show with that other slice but he didn’t because HE KNEW THAT WASNT WHAT SHE WANTED. IM SICK. DONT DM TO ME DONT PREGNANT MAN REACT ME WERE THROUGH /j

i saw taco get new voicelines and smiled reeeeaaaaalll big :))) having the eliminated contestants host was actually really interesting i wonder where they’re gonna go with that. i wonder how theyre gonna get these guys out of the way for bfdia 15. love that spongy was legit just chillin on the beach love that for him he deserves it

golf ball got eliminated so now i must jump off a bridge. i hate it here. please make far in tpot gb i need you to

this challenge was so fucking funny it makes me want to merge without looking. love that freesmart still look after each other even when split up. love that for them. bubble was here yay! nickel and tb actually have a really good dynamic i hope they keep that pairing into next episode

love it when pin sets the badbitchometer to one billion urck. unfortunately ruby and book are the only ones ufe so now i must jump off a bridge. UGH

nothing here really contradicted my theories so expect evil leafy analysis as soon as i don’t have to where this ugly fucking dress shirt anymore

[skk-forever]

“As if, you brat.” Dazai sneers. “I only became an executive when I was fifteen, and, well…scaling for the difference in intelligence between us, Chuuya might become an executive in five billion years.”

“Fuck you,” Chuuya snaps. “What ‘difference in intelligence’? You’re as dumb as they come—”

“The entire mafia calls me the Demon Prodigy—”

“And I call you stupid-face, you mackerel-eyed asshole!” Chuuya lifts his hand to his forehead, sticking out his pointer finger and thumb in the shape of an L. He uses his ability to pop up the floorboard under Dazai’s feet, and Dazai stumbles. Chuuya cackles.

Dazai’s eye twitches. “You’re so immature — are you a kindergartner? It’d make sense, seeing as you’re the height of one, no, maybe half of one?”

“You’re a fucking fish!” Chuuya points at him. “All you do is flop around and make stupid idiot sounds!”

“Your insults are utterly juvenile—”

“Blub blub blub, fucker!” Chuuya yells over him. “Go back to the ocean, you finned freak! Oh wait,” Chuuya snorts. “You can’t swim…!”

Chuuya watches Dazai’s face turn red in real time. “I don’t need to know how to swim, I’m not leading the naval units—!”

“You looked like a drenched rat after ‘Evening with Sunlight’!” Chuuya delights in Dazai’s mounting frustration. “If pigeons are rats with wings, you’re a rat with fins—call that the Dazai-pia—”

“That’s not even a good pun, Chuuya, you’re so stupid—” Dazai grumbles. “When I find an animal that can capture how dumb you are, it’s over for you—”

"It's the Port Mafia, not the Desert Mafia—"

"Are you done?!"

yk how like Republicans can't stand being mocked and called 'weird'? yeah that's the kind of stupid shit that works on Dazai

he's a fifteen year old that never gets treated like a fifteen year old and barely gets treated like a human being by the rest of the mafia — he's spent his entire life sneering at the other teenagers that have fun and get annoyed ribbing each other (immature. meaningless.) only to have this red head bitch barrel into his life and hit him with some S-tier preschool-grade bullying and yk what it is annoying and he is gonna stoop down to that level and bully him back with the stupidest pranks, and oh, he's getting frustrated and talking and laughing a lot more than before

(is this what being alive feels like?)

(excerpt from WIP of Ch. 4 of "Forever" (guys im working on it it'll be done soon i promise))

[pookieace]

me crying and grieving under the read more because i just need to get it all out even though it’s not much at all :’)

i’m losing my grandma. she’s barely got more than a few days left in her if she’s lucky. a year and a month after my grandad passed. and she’s been put in the same hospital bed as he was in and it all just came flooding back.. the grief. the absolute pain. the anger because my aunt is being nothing but a stick up the ass and that’s only putting it lightly. she completely messed up my granddads funeral and she’s already being a bitch to family here already i don’t even want to know how she’s going to be when grandma passes and i just feel like crying and puking and sobbing for five billion years at the thought of her ruining yet another funeral… everything just. fucking sucks. i hate it. i hate how they both have to pass. i hate the way she’s treated them when they were alive. everything is just. fucking shit. and my emotions are barely hanging on but I’m the eldest daughter and cousin here and it fucking SUCKS because all i want to do is just cry and breakdown and sob but i can’t because everyone else will too and i need to comfort them. not a bad need. but i don’t want anyone else to be in pain. idk. it’s just a fucking shit situation. grandma and grandpa are the very first people i’ve lost/going to lose that are close to me and i don’t want to go through more of this because it’s just fucking awful. anyways idk this was everywhere but im everything and it all fucking sucks ass so :’) will be back to shitposting and brain rotting over 2d bitches soon perhaps

I just needed to rant somewhere to get all this off my fucking chest that’s all

[the-firebird69]

PROJECTS | Parker Brothers Concepts

we piggy back this light cycle co. and we buy it after no. take it and take the oil cos. and dont tell no we buy them. and for good reason. he says it and still has it ok lol. and we do it tommororw and setup meetings shorlty. we piggyback sales on the light cycle and his go 650 ours 950 os you weill see it and try it out and see hwy he is a moron an that is brad. tons see macs do 800 and others and will bill 1200 same design. he is an ass too dies now fights them. an hey made about 500M this year but ten billion in house. an think they urule blamed brad and are hit now.

and also the all attack psuedo empire here n the western hemisphere now. tons of them do. are at the remaining ten complexes in the 1000 in south america. and they are at fifty percent now forty ok. dropped in ten minutes. will be out tonight and we move in. and the macs try a little not much. have thier hands full yes are under siege by clones. all the time yes. and we see they like it. macs have about ten bunkers but are massive and in the middl and were are under sieg but flly in and out and it is not a big deal. soon they fire they say all the time. now are at it and seek tommy f ships and the reprots areout they moved today.

and yes we seek any wiht light cycles and take them out use trmpas cover and brad who has a ton yes. and your amoron brad. ok. lol. slow too. mean and dead.

africa has ten more and are at fifty percent all will be opened tonight we assure you.

and from there to he jungles are ten more psuedo empire each continent. and are huge 60x60 200 mostly. are at them plan to take out a quarter more or so.

and in the sahara they are at it. and take actoin and there are fifty percent bunkers left. and the remaining are at fifty percent. macs are pushed. and are at it. at teh ships. yes.

the caucaus and middle east psuedo empire falls. and to morlock. are at fifty percent out. and the remaining are at twenty five percent. and tommy f attacks and they sat did nothing no helped tommy f yes. hit them. and once out they pursue him.

and asia is about twenty percent out and psuedo empire. and th e plan to attack there. the remaininig are at about fifty percent yeh are onry out now and such you suck and hit hard and they get hit h ard back.

brazil is half out yes and ther est at twenty five percent. and low and mean now and hit morlcok and they dwindle and good most say. and a vacuum.

the yucatan is half out and at fity percent. the south well ok. the psuedo empire is there has ten and are not touched here too have three untouched. and up the east have four not touched one in ga two in virgiia and one in mass. the west has four and untouche. oregon washing ton are half out and the remainnig 25% opertional, the twenty are out and the upper midewset mostly fifty percent out the rest at twenty five and the midwest the entire west of the missisippi out. no. half of it and the northwest. out. the southern part is three states are not touhed. and wont be for a time. the east part of the midwest is at half and the rest remaining 25 % of operational ability.

and now europe yes no new england half out no twenty five percent out and all are at around ninety percent. slow there ok.

europe and it is hot but ninety percent all are there. northern europe are at fifty percent fall fast shorlty adn remaining at twenty five

and it is the way they are biult and bugs do that.

Thor Freya the odd numbers ok Freya

Olympus

and he is under duress. so am i but im ok. ships pull out they say

Hera

and we are at it now and see it. mvoe now and others too they will fall and easy. we take caution though use it now. too. fireing. they fall. tons fall. and are about 700M and they are down to about 8billioin and soon out. shortly they take on the empire. and psuodo and attack held off and wil shortly in the west. and east. till ow

and move now and they were approaching mars are out fast. soon. a new group heats up and 700M

Savage

and for areason calls us that and we see why

Oppress

Olympus

[pgavi-jfelixdaily]

POV:In which Gavi is mad because of the world cup loss, and you two get into an argument. Angst, fluff.

a/n- hey y'all, im salvadoran, and english is not my first language so please keep that in mind because i'm not using google translate, so I hope most of this makes sense, i don't double check with google translate. 🫶

It had been a week since FC Barca had gotten eliminated from the world cup. The team, as expected, had been pretty upset, and your boyfriend Gavi, had been even more. It wasn’t unexpected, seeing how determined he was to always win. However, what was unexpected was how far he had taken his anger.  Ignoring you and his teammates almost entirely, avoiding you and barely talking unless it was good morning and good night ‘i love yous’. You had tried talking to him, telling him it wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since he was only 18 and would likely have many world cups to come. He wasn’t convinced. So here you were, on his off day about to attempt to convince him once again it wasn’t that big of a deal, after Pedri told you if you didn’t get him to act right, he would, and it would not look good for him. 

So here you were, getting yourself ready to face the not-so-friendly giant (ik he’s short but go along with me please). You knocked twice on his door, and after hearing a hum in response, you took it as a sign to come in. Opening the door, there was Gavi, lying on the bed, in just joggers and a white tee, on his phone. “Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love, how are you?)

On a normal day, he would answer with a smile, and maybe kiss you, the nickname always getting to him. Today was not one of those days. The look on his face sent shivers down your spine. His eyes were red, and he looked beat up. “Hola. Que quieres?” (Hi, what do you want?)

Oh really? You understood now what Pedri and Ansu were referring to when they said he was being whiny and obnoxious, and you weren’t going to lie, but if he wanted to keep up the attitude, you were going to leave him to Pedri. “Look. I get you are upset about the world cup and everything, but the team has moved on, the fans have moved on, and everyone has moved on, and you need to as well. It is killing you to keep going on like this. There will be so many world cups to come for you, but this was your first. Don’t let it be your last with how you're acting.” That last part got to him. 

The look he gave you told you everything. He was furious, he always got mad when someone told him how to act. That was his weakness, he was too determined. Being that determined was not going to get him anywhere with you however, because you were his opposite, you were willing to go against him, and while he loved you, he wasn’t a fan of when you put him right back where he belonged. “No offense, but last time I checked, you’re not the football player here, I am. So leave the emotions and decisions to me, right?” 

Now the anger was boiling through both of your veins. You could feel the heat in the room from the anger that was radiating through the both of you, and while you did not want to cause a big fight, you were not going to be spoken to like that. Not today, and not ever. “No offense Pablo, but your attitude is exactly what makes people underestimate you so much, they don’t think they are playing against Barcelona’s golden boy, it makes them think they are playing against a five year old.” 

He didn’t even answer or reply, he just got up, grabbed a change of clothes from his closet, and went into the bathroom to shower. With a sigh, you picked up your phone, calling Pedri, and explaining the situation to him. He gave you his so called “words of encouragement” but everything went in through one ear, and went right out, because now you weren’t worried about his anger with himself, you worried with his anger towards you. Would he break up with you? Kick you out? Yell at you? A billion thoughts went through your mind, and they stayed. Saying your goodbye’s with Pedri, you sat down on the bed. You weren’t going to cry, but now you were seeing angry, angry with yourself for not being patient enough and upset because of that last comment, it was dumb really, unnecessary, to stoop down to the level of calling him a five year old. You heard the water stop running, and you knew there wasn’t going to be long until you had to face Gavi, so you took your keys from the dresser, and putting on a jacket, left the house. 

You didn’t have a place to go in mind really, just wanted to refresh your thoughts. After around 10 minutes of driving around, your ringtone went off. Gavi. 

“Amor, dónde estás?” (love, where are you?)

“Hola?” (hello?!)

“y/n, donde estás.” (where are you.)

The only reason you chose to head back home was because you felt tired, but you still didn’t answer him, putting your phone on silent. 

Opening the door to you and gavi’s shared flat, and putting the keys on the keyholder, you went in, only to see Gavi typing furiously on his phone. He hadn’t heard you arrive yet, so concentrated on whoever he was texting, but as you picked up your phone you saw at least 10 texts from Gavi, 5 from Pedri, and 3 from your best friend. So as quietly as you could, you took your shoes and jacket off at the door, now only in your socks, leggings, and long sleeve shirt, walking towards him. “Hey.”

The minute he turned around, and his eyes met yours, pity filled you. He was no longer radiating anger as he did when you walked in, perhaps you made that up because you wanted to keep being mad, his eyes looked teary, and he looked upset. His hair was messy but still kind of damp, likely from how much he had ran his hand through his hair in fear and anxiousness that you had left him. He was closer to you now, close enough for his warmth to go into you. You expected him to yell, but instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, tightly embracing you, and you hugged him back. 

You stayed like that for a while, before he softly whispered into your ear, “Perdoname, te amo tanto.” (forgive me, I love you so much.)

And even though he already knew, you still repeated it. “Te amo mucho más.” (I love you so much more) 

a/n- I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wrote half of it during my science class yesterday, and the rest while watching criminal minds.

[bogginswritings]

wallpaintings and rat rantings || Bruno Madrigal x Reader

OKAY IM GETTING BACK TO REQUESTS I PROMISE BUT I GOT THI IDEA AND I THINK IT’S CUTE! I WROTE IT V QUICK.

Summary: You decided to cheer up Bruno’s walls with some paint whilst he goes into a rant about his rat.

Gender: Not established, gender neutral

Warnings: none, aside from Bruno being mad about his rat.

Word count: 1882

You adored everything about Bruno; His nose which was perfect to plant kisses on, his curls that you loved playing with, how he would act out scenes with his rats.

Really, there wasn’t a thing you could hate about this man; loving all that is to him with your whole heart.

Well, except for his room.

You had no clue why it was decided Bruno had to get such a shit room. Whenever you wanted to visit him you were forced to take a sand shower and a full-body workout climbing up. That wasn’t even the worst part, though; the room (which really was more like a cave) looked so grim. A gloomy vibe loomed over it, which was the exact opposite of your Bruno. No, the man was radiant and had an expressive character. He was creative!

You had noticed the first time he showed you he felt sort of embarrassed about it. He called it his ‘sand cave’ as he led you up the steps for the first time, after which he chuckled; however, it was more of an awkward laugh to stop you from feeling bad. You didn’t like how the stone walls were just that; grey, cold stone. Even the million steps going up were just- rocks.

Anytime you entered his room you were bombarded with sand, the grains getting everywhere. Although, there was a plus to it: Bruno and you enjoyed building sandcastles together. One time Bruno created one to use as his set, reenacting the play of Romeo and Juliet with his beloved rats.

Bruno has always reassured you he didn’t mind his room too much. “it makes me feel like an adventurous character.” he had told you. And apparently, he took some inspiration from that because it didn’t take long for his rats to perform a novela about said persona. A little while back though, he admitted he found his room to be quite boring. It was perfect for his gift (one he rarely used anymore), sure, but he wished it just was a little bit happier.

And that’s how you found yourself here, sitting on one of the steps with paint and a cup of water on the stair below you. You hummed softly to yourself as you painted flowers and aimless patterns along the wall. You had no idea what you wanted to create, just scribbling random things along the textured surface as you went. Artistically you weren’t the most gifted, but it was still fun to paint. You hoped it was a nice surprise for Bruno. You couldn’t do the entire wall (not without it taking a billion years), but hey! The tiniest bits help, right?

You were busy creating a donkey (that somehow has five legs) when you heard the flow of the sand be disrupted for a split second. Looking down from where you were sitting (which was really just 5 steps up) you saw that Bruno had entered. 

He was muttering under his breath, seemingly in deep thought about something. The man was making exaggerated hand gestures, his curls bouncing along as he rambled to himself. Eventually, his eyes cast up, noticing you sitting there. You sent him a small wave, to which his face flushed red in embarrassment. 

You let out a soft chuckle, “Doing good?” you queried, having to raise your voice slightly. “Huh? Oh- yeh!” Bruno laughed awkwardly whilst dusting the grains off of his poncho, “Just a, eh, tiny disagreement.” Two rats climbed out of his hood, sitting atop his shoulders. The man looked up at you, a hand in front of his eyes to better his vision, and he seemed to only now notice what you were doing. He cocked his head to the side, the rats mimicking his expression, “What are you doing?”

“Baking a pie.”

“Ha ha.” he deadpanned. You snorted in response, turning slightly so your feet were dangling from the side of the step. With your hands proudly on your sides, you bragged: “I’m painting your walls, using my artistic giftings.” you twirled the brush between your fingers, only to let it slip and drop it into the sand below you. Bruno’s face lit up at that, “Wait, really?”

You nodded as he went to pick up your pencil, dusting some of the sand off of it. It resulted in him getting some pink paint onto his fingers (which you used for the donkey’s ears), but he didn’t seem to mind. He walked up the steps, looking at your creations as he went. “You said you wanted some more color in your room, so I figured to add just that.”

Bruno’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he came to a stop on the step in front of you, looking at a blue flower you created earlier. He held out the paintbrush, which you took from him with a small ‘thank you’. “You like it?”

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to form a reply: “I- wow, I love it!” He turned to look at you, nearly losing his balance on the small rock platform as he clasped your face in his hands. “And I love you for doing it!” he exclaimed, planting his lips on yours in a quick peck. Bruno felt like he could cry from how pretty the mess of colors looked in contrast to the grey surface underneath it. You could feel yourself blushing a deep pink and you grabbed another paintbrush, holding it out to him. “You want to help?” you asked and he eagerly nodded, grasping the tool from your hand.

He set his foot on the small space there was left next to you, using the wall and top of your head to balance himself as he moved past you; onto the step above you. “Sorry- just, moving, hehe.”

“No problem, mi amor.” you responded, your nose scrunching up as you were used as a human support beam. Once the man was seated on the stair next to you and the paints were set so you could both reach it (although with some trouble), you turned back around to face the wall. You had a donkey to finish!

“Is that a tail or a leg?” you glanced to the side to see Bruno looking over your shoulder. You shrugged in response, “Tail, I guess? I don’t think six legs will do him any good.”

Bruno let out a small ‘hm’, turning back to his painting. “What are you painting, cariño?" you asked him, nodding your head to the yellow blob he was making. "It-It's far from done but, heh, it's gonna be a butterfly!" he had a proud grin on his face. You smiled and gave his thigh a few small pats, you've always adored the way he said butterfly; so joyful.

After a while, your boyfriend huffed. "I-I can't focus!" he exclaimed, throwing the brush in the cup of water in frustration. You turned your head to look at him, brows furrowed, "How come?"

"You- You mentioned pie!" Bruno looked at you, his eyebrows raised so far they disappeared behind his fringe of curls. "Now- now I kind of want pie!"

You let out an endearing laugh, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, "We can bake a pie after? As desert for everyone?" you offered.

Bruno pondered the offer over in his head. He would have to share, but on the upside, he got to bake with you -an activity he quite enjoyed. Whilst he was more gifted in the artistic department; when it came to baking he pretty much needed you for protection. Eventually, he nodded, his curls bouncing along as he did: the strands you had just gotten out of his face falling right back. "I, heh, I'd like that." he shot you a sheepish grin.

You leaned up to plant a kiss on his nose, having to crane your neck in an uncomfortable position. The way the two of you sat made it rather hard to reach him; having put your hands atop his knees so you wouldn't fall forward. But it was worth the blush that kissed his cheeks.

had a lot of trouble describing the position, but just imagine you're sitting on the steps in his room. and he is sitting one step above you, and your sitting turned to each other: your legs dangling in the same direction and brushing past each other every now and then.

"Was pie the only thing on your mind?" you questioned, taking one of his hands in yours: tracing small, invisible patterns on his palm with your finger.

Bruno nodded in response. You tilted your head up to look him in the eye, a brow raised expectantly; the way a mom looks at her child when she knows something is up. "Cariño, you walked in here practically fuming."

Your boyfriend averted his gaze to the side, looking at the rat on his shoulder -who seemed to give him an encouraging nod. Bruno let out a sigh, lowering his head, "It's Brownie."

"The rat?" you cocked your head slightly. Bruno nodded, "Yeh! She's being mean!"

One side of your mouth tilted up and you had to stop yourself from giggling. This was not the first time the two got into a quarrel. "What happened this time, then?"

"S-she, oh! I'm getting angry even- thinking about it!" Bruno ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner, before letting it drop back into yours, "Okay so, you know that new novela I'm writing?"

You nodded, "Ofcourse!"

"Well, I thought she would be perfecto for the- for the mermaid role." he went on to rant, "But she doesn't want it!"

You leaned forward, your chin resting on his knee as you glanced up at him with a pout, "Why wouldn't she?"

Bruno lifted his shoulders, his head tilting to the side, "She told Antonio it was 'estupido'!" he exclaimed, using air quotes. The man was quite obviously hurt by the words of his rat.

"Brownie always had an attitude." you rubbed his thigh in a comforting manner, "But you know she usually apologizes." you noticed the rat that sat on his shoulder looking quite -disappointed.

"I think someone else might be interested," you said, making Bruno glance up at you with hopeful eyes. You nodded towards the little rodent and Bruno quickly turned his head, smacking himself in the face with his curls. "Mango, of course!" the man beamed, taking the rat into his hands and cuddling it against his cheek, "I can't believe I didn't think of you!" He held it up in front of his face, "you'd be a great mermaid."

You chuckled, giving his thigh a pat, "I can't wait to see the whole novela, mi amor."

Bruno tucked the rat back into his poncho, a red hue dusting his cheeks as he gave you a lopsided grin, "Heh, you get the front seat!"

"Perfect." you grinned, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down. You pressed your lips onto his and you could feel his hands clutching onto your shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt to hold himself up. You pulled away slightly, your lips brushing against Bruno's as you talked.

"Bake a pie?"

"Yes!"

[simpfo]

Meet The Terrans

Prologue

Summary: The GOTG head off to the readers home planet to retrieve a precious artifact

Rocket x GN!reader x Groot

Warnings: Swearing, poly!relationship, use of Y/N

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"The artifact is located on Terran. The buyer said they'd give us five-billion units for it," Gamora said to the group, looking at some weird device.

"Five-billion?!" Rocket exclaimed, hanging onto my arm.

"What exactly is this 'artifact'?" I say, using quotation marks around the word artifact.

"The Mark X suit," she spoke up, staring at me.

"You expect me to steal my fathers iron man suit?" I raise my eyebrows.

"I am Groot?" Groot speaks up.

"No her fathers name isn't iron man you idiot," he says to Groot. He turns to me, "is it?" He whispers.

"No his name is not Iron Man, its Tony. But he's like, a hero on Terran? He's also stupid rich and ridiculously smart. Trying to steal his suit would only end in us trying to escape a highly advanced prison,"

"We've done it before," Rocket says, looking at me.

"Princess, do you understand how many fricken units that is? And anyway like Rocket said, we've escaped an alien prison before, I think this 'hero' would be no match for us," Quill says, finally turning off that one god awful song on his ipod.

"Fine, but when we get caught I'm leaving all of you besides Groot," I point to them.

"I am Groot,"

Gasp.

"She does not love you more than me!"

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"Right there is a secret entrance into the tower," I point at a spot on the map, "there are gonna be guards here," another spot, "and here," my finger stops moving.

"Why are they so spread out?" Gamora questions.

"Who cares?! Hahaha," Drax finally speaks up.

We all turn to just stare at him. His wide open mouth continues to laugh until I decide to slap the back his head.

His laughter stops abruptly.

"There all spread out because they have an AI system named JARVIS who would alert anyone that someone is there before they even got inside the building. There aren't any blind spots, and the floor where the suits are held is one of the top floors. This entrance has an iris scanner and a code that has to be entered. Im entered into the system, but JARVIS would alert my father that I'm there. I haven't been to Terran in years, so me randomly showing up would cause suspicon,"

"So what's the plan Y/N?" Gamora speaks up.

"The only thing I could think of was causing some kind of distraction. We fly the spaceship, or Peters suit, or something into the glass of the right floor. Everyone fights whoever comes their way, while one or two people run to grab the suit. Once they have the suit everyone runs out, onto whatever it is we've crashed into the building,"

"That might work," Peter speaks up.

"I am Groot,"

"What?! That would be a suicide mission,"

"He's right," I say.

"No he is not!" Rocket turns to me.

"Look I don't speak Groot like the rest of you, so what the hell is he saying?" Peter pipes up.

"He said that we should all go in all willy nilly-"

"He said," I cut Rocket off calmly, "that we should all go in. I say that I'm there to visit and I wanted to introduce you all. Then after a night or two, we steal the suit and put it in the spaceship. A few days after that we leave. We'd be on the other side of the galaxy by the time they realized we had stolen there suit,"

"How would we get the ship to be easily accessible?" Gamora says.

"If were visiting then they'd let us keep the ship at the tower,"

"I am Groot,"

"Oh shut up!"

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"We'll be at Terran in a hundred jumps, so hold on," Gamora speaks up from her seat next to Quill, buckling herself in.

Me, Rocket, and Drax all buckle in, while Groot just sits on the ground holding on tightly to mine and Rockets seats.

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"Sir, there's been a report of a craft nearing Earth at an alarming rate," Hill tells Fury.

"Can we initiate contact?" He walks over to an agent, looking over their soldier at a lit up screen.

"We can try sir," the agent speaks up.

He taps away at the keyboard for a few moments, before a static sound comes through the speaker.

"This is Director Nick Fury from S.H.E.I.L.D, identify yourself,"

There's a pregnant pause before a familiar voice comes through.

"Hey Nick,"

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"I will say I never expected to see you around again," Fury states, walking down a hallway with the group following behind.

"Decided it was finally time to visit the fam, see what's new with the world,"

"They will need to be processed though," he points at the rest of the group.

"I am Groot,"

"Why does he keep saying that?"

"It's like his language. And by the way, fam is just short for family,"

They both nod.

"Did you tell your father you were coming?"

"Now where's the fun in that?"

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"Mr. Stark, director Fury is here for you. He has guests," JARVIS says to the man drinking some form of alcohol.

"Why the hell is Fury here?" Tony mumbles, taking the final swig of his drink.

"Nice to see you too, Stark," Fury speaks up from the doorway.

"What is it now, Fury?"

"I have some people that would like to see you," He moves out of the way to reveal the group of six.

"Hiya dad,"

[alicanta77]

NCT Dream Reaction: Dating Jaehyun’s younger sister

Mark:

ok this is probably his worst nightmare

like 7 billion people on this planet

7 BILLION

and mark somehow managed to fall for his bandmates sister

he 10000% did the biggest face palm in history when he realised he had feelings for you

takes him about a year to feel even slightly relaxed in a room with both you and jaehyun in at the same time

he just feels like he broke the bro code

even though jaehyun has said to him multiple times it’s okay

he can’t relax around him for a while

eventually tho he gets over himself with a LOT of convincing from you and jae

and things become much less tense

and it probably ends up with a really nice dynamic

it’s essentially the Ross, Chandler and Monica dynamic from Friends

when mark hadn’t seen you in a while cause of work, jae would be the one to invite you over

jae would be the one to help convince management to let you visit them on tour

and he would often offer to go out on your dates so that people didn’t question it if you were spotted

he essentially does everything he can to help your relationship cause he loves the both of you

Renjun:

would really love it if you didn’t tell him

like ever

but unfortunately you have at some point

so you drag a whiny renjun to the 127 dorms to tell him

jaehyun probably only annoyed that it took you so long to tell him

he wants to know what’s going on in your life so that he can support you

however happy jae seems to be for the two you

renjun still thinks that jaehyun is orchestrating his death for the next four months

‘why do you think he wants you dead???’

‘because i’ve corrupted his baby sister!!!! everyone knows he’s protective of you!!!! why wouldn’t he want me dead???’

‘because he can see i’m happy???’

this is basically how your conversation goes everytime

until hyuck causally drops into convo that jae was talking to the guys about how much he loves that you’re dating renjun

and renjun feels like he just got a blessing from god

feels the need to see you immediately

‘HE DOESN’T HATE ME!!!’

‘thank god you realised! if only someone had been telling you that for the past few months!’

yeah he just shuts up you sarcasm with a massive kiss

not that you’re complaining

Jeno:

goes straight to doyoung for advice on how to tell jaehyun

doesn’t appreciate doyoung laughing at him because jaehyun’s going to kill him for dating his baby sister

when doyoung realises it isn’t a joke he probably freaks out

‘YOU’RE AN IDIOT OH YOU ARE SO DEAD!!! YOU’RE DATING JAEHYUN’S SISTER?’

‘huh?’ *jaehyun walking into doyoung’s room*

both jeno and doyoung just sit there staring at him

‘jeno, are you dating my baby sister?’ 

jaehyun’s eyes start narrowing as jeno’s are widening in fear

‘possibly’ *voice crack*

‘oh thank god it’s you, i thought it was doyoung for a second and i would have hated that!’

jaehyun’s laughing and ruffles jeno’s hair while jeno tries to catch his breath as his soul returns to his body

the boy’s just realised he’s not going to be murdered

‘you- you really don’t mind?’

‘no i always thought the two of you would end up together, i’m just glad you figured it out quickly’

after this jaehyun can’t help but see how much jeno’s smiles around you

and how you always seem to be in a good mood around him

and he decides that he doesn’t want see the either of you any other way

Donghyuck:

as teasing as donghyuck is

i think it would take him a while to become teasing about this with jaehyun

he just cares about you so much and doesn’t want to lose you

so he refuses to do anything that may give jaehyun a reason to take you away from him

literally goes to the length of acting as jaehyun’s personal slave for a week until jae feels too bad to let it continue

‘haechan, i’m not going to make her leave you. you don’t have to do this’

hyuck relaxes a bit after that

but i think he would be one to avoid talking about your relationship as much as possible

jaehyun probably has to find everything out from johnny

he probably pretends to switch rooms with johnny for a night just to mess with hyuck

after that it becomes a slight war

that poor you becomes stuck in the middle of

you act as a mediator for their arguments too

every so often hyuck forgets you’re jaehyun’s sister and makes a joke or something

‘sorry boys, gotta spend some time with the old ball and chain’ *wink*

‘WHAT?!?!’

‘no wait i was joking please don’t take her away from me i love her so much’ *on his knees*

jae would definitely abuse enjoy this new found power over hyuck

Jaemin:

im pretty sure jaehyun is jaemin’s favourite hyung

they have a v cute dynamic and have mentioned that they were close in trainee days

so i think jaemin would be absolutely terrified for jaehyun to find out

like properly terrified

like, when he does find out jaemin just accepts that the relationship is over, terrified

so you have to calm him down and talk to your brother and bf separately

jaemin would probably also do some nice things for jaehyun leading up to when you’re planning to tell him

such as buying him food and stuff

poor jaemin’s really bricking it

but after jaemin realises that jaehyun isn’t going to kill him and you aren’t going to leave him

he relaxes into the ultimate bf material that we all know he is

isn’t shy about showing his affection for you around jae

but always makes sure to keep it respectful

jaemin easily proves to jaehyun how much he loves you

and it takes jaehyun very little time to become so damn supportive of your relationship

it’s probably jaehyun who argues with management about letting the two of you go out in secret

so now you’ve got both your brother and boyfriend who are willing to do literally anything for you

Chenle:

jaehyun has said multiple times that chenle is his favourite younger brother

so i feel like out of all the dreamies jaehyun is probably most relaxed about chenle dating you

the one thing that does send jaehyun through the roof however

is that chenle doesn’t live in the dorms

he is at his own apartment

alone

with you

and little supervision

his older brother senses are tingling

expect phone calls from him so that he can check you two are being appropriate

and god forbid you miss a call from him

‘WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK UP???’

‘YOU HAD JUST HUNG UP FIVE MINUTES AGO!!! YOU DON’T CALL ME THIS MUCH WHEN YOU’RE IN A DIFFERENT CONTINENT ON TOUR!!!’

you end up shutting your phone off and telling him off when you get back

other than that it’s probably surprisingly chill

like even the others members are impressed with how little of a deal it is

chenle and jae don’t deliberately avoid or talk about it when they’re together, they just continue as normal

overall a nice, low pressure, casual environment

and you best believe jae is your number one shipper

Jisung:

is probably too nervous to tell jaehyun himself

makes you do it by yourself even though you wanted to tell him together

but sung hits you with the pout and big eyes while he begs you

and of course you caves because who wouldn’t

but the first time he saw jae after he found out about the two of you, jisung was contemplating moving countries

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO

HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO ACT

he just panicked went the most formal he had ever been in his life

bowed so low so quickly he thinks he cracked his back

spoke with every formality in the book

jaehyun was watching him in so much confusion

‘sung, you know i’m okay with you dating my sister right?’

‘HUH????’

‘yeah didn’t she tell you? i’ve been rooting for you guys for like two years now’

sung looks to the side

just to see you watching him laughing to yourself

‘why would you do that to meeee?’

‘make me tell him by myself and i’m gonna get payback somehow’

huffs and pouts into the night so you make sure to give him extra lil kisses to make up for it

[ofherlionheart]

i swish you would write a fic with zukka as rival roller derby/skateboarding competitors!

oh my god i wish i knew anything about roller derby or skateboarding 😭 all i know is that elliot page movie and the lil rundown my friend gave me abt competition skateboarding vs street skateboarding in relation to the olympics

ignoring the fact that im not an expert in any of these areas tho … like what if. what IF. zuko and sokka first meet as 12 year olds at the skate park, sokka’s got five billion bandaids that barely cover the scabs they’re trying to protect, zuko’s got pads on every joint imaginable and an absolutely ridiculous helmet. they insta bond and quickly become best-skateboarding-buddies. if they’re not skateboarding together, they’re watching videos of street skaters doing tricks.

it only takes a year and change for ozai to realize ursa’s been letting his son do Hooligan Activities. he wants to eradicate skateboarding entirely but ursa convinces him, it’s not Hooligan if it’s an official competition format! z is torn. he’s sad he can’t hang at the park anymore, and he and s both decided a while back that the competition people were boring stiffs with no creativity. but at least he isn’t losing skateboarding entirely

without the skate park bonding, z and s disappear from each other’s lives. also, zuko’s family moves away. 

fast forward … hmm like 6ish years. z has Made It in the competitive skate boarding world — ozai has only kept allowing it b/c that sponsorship money got real 🤪 also zuko now has a RIVAL! they’re constantly battling for the unofficial spot of Best Young Male Upcoming Skateboarder. ppl in the community, ppl looped in the culture, mostly agree that while zuko’s technique is irritatingly flawless, his rival has this flow and artistry that just make him a joy to watch.

zuko finally meets the rival at a local comp. it’s Jet. they do NOT get along, at all, and their clash is so bad it results in zuko’s first ever scandal/bad press coverage. ozai and ursa are Not happy abt it until they realize that ppl are eating this rivalry shit UP.

fast forward another 2ish years of the media and also z and jet fueling the flames of their rivalry, z’s balancing college and competitive skateboarding. he and jet are set to face off at another competition. z’s fired up, he’s zoned in, he’s doing his usual pre-comp routine at the venue when …

“zuko?”

zuko almost wipes out just standing on his board for the first time in forever. “… sokka?”

sokka grins, comes over w/ a bro hug. “shit, dude! it’s been a long time, how are ya?”

but they’re cut off by the competition starting. “I’ll find you after,” sokka promises and then goes … to where the coaches stand?

cute, zuko thinks. bet he looks so cute mentoring some lil skateboarding tykes.

competition blah blah, zuko’s runs go well, but then Jet flawlessly executes his last run. even zuko’s a little breathless from watching him. the scores go up, jet’s clearly the winner, he shouts victoriously and then runs over to the coach’s area and … grabs sokka in a headlock and plants a big wet kiss on his forehead????

sokka has been jet’s young genius coach for the last 4 years, zuko learns. sokka’s the one choreographing jet’s routines [bro idk what they’re called]. sokka’s the one drawing the creativity out of jet, the artistry that zuko’s convinced has everyone liking jet’s skating a touch more than whatever technical perfection zuko can manage. so, in a sense, sokka’s the one standing in the way of zuko becoming the Best Sk8r Boi [of his age bracket].

zuko declares that they’re rivals. sokka humors him (also jet was watching). unfortunately for both of them, they’re bad a maintaining a rivalry when the rival in question is so. u know. cute and talented and hot when they skate oops

BOOM. skate bros-to-rivals-to-lovers (to boyfriends lol).

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

[teentitwns]

soooo, as you know i wrote some bbrae fanfictions and, this one, especifically, called “all you had to do was stay” (yes, taylor swift’s song) was published in 2017 but i deleted after sometime because im little lazy and the history always seems easily in my mind.

anyway! i decided to rewrite this fanfiction and the first chapter is already posted on the brazilian website that i use (spirit fanfics), so why not put in here too?

please, remember that im brazilian and my english is a little broken - sorry for the mistakes you’ll find on the text.

well, thats it. im really nervous right now and insecure. i hope you like it and, maybe, i can post the fanfiction on ao3 or another website.

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The protective dome around Raven was totally useless and, like her friends, she knew it.

She was there, standing in the middle of the contraption built by Cyborg, with all her vital signs being recorded on the computers that occupied a large part of the room, beeping together with the devices that showed her brain waves.

Everything had been perfectly assembled and positioned so that she had the best protection that anyone could have in the face of what was about to happen, but all those technological tools made her feel like a laboratory rat, studied in vain to discover that in the end the experience had gone wrong again.

She sighed loudly and propped her elbows on her knees, resting her face in one hand; she no longer cared about floating.

She felt physically and mentally drained to use her powers in something as unnecessary as floating, and she didn't need to be inches from the ground at that moment.

In fact, it was better to have contact with the earth, with the concrete floor. At least she would be sure that she was still alive, that the world was fine and whole.

Raven let out a loud snort and huffed impatiently, her eyes roaming the room until they found the door, waiting, miraculously, for one of the other Titans to enter. She had been inside that dome for hours and she couldn't take it anymore - loneliness was good when chosen willingly, not out of obligation.

To her despair, in addition to the blatant private prison that was happening there, the kidnapping, or anything else of that level, the situation made terrible flashbacks go through her head, making her remember Slade, the brand of Scath , the end of the world and, consequently, Trigon.

Why did everything have to be so similar? It seemed that karma was acting exactly the same as it had on her sixteenth birthday, creating a tedious and scary looping. She never considered herself a fan of automatic repetitions anyway.

Unconsciously, she took her left hand into the pocket of her midnight blue cloak in hopes of finding a specific object inside it, but this time, she had no lucky coin to cling to and consider as an amulet. She was alone, forgotten, practically left to die, just as she should have been two years ago, on the fateful day when Trigon’s Prophecy almost came true.

The empath, a “witch” as many called her, allowed herself to laugh with mockery. She hated feeling sorry for her own tragic life, but she couldn't escape the pitiful thoughts she was having. She probably didn't think differently from what her friends had in mind - she was just a poor girl, victim of circumstances, who was not to blame for being the fruit of the forbidden, unhealthy relationship between a human and an interdimensional demon. She was not to blame for being “Daddy's darling”, the one chosen to bring him to Earth for the second time, since she was a poorly raised daughter and prevented him the first time.

Now, at eighteen, she wouldn't be as lucky as she was at sixteen.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos… Azarath Metrion Zinthos…”, she closed her eyes and started to meditate, with nothing else to do. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos…”

“Raven!"

She opened her eyes with a start, facing Beast Boy. Awkwardly, he spread his hands on the thick glass of the dome, breathing heavily.

“Great.", She thought. “Of all the people that Robin could send, he chose the most restless."

" What are you doing here?", she asked.

“Dude, isn't it obvious? We’re doing it wrong! ”, Beast Boy waved his hands compulsively. “I mean, it's your father! There is no one better to stop him than you!”

“If I leave here it will be easier to get to Earth."

“I really don't want to be pessimistic, but he's already here, mama."

“Beast Boy..."

“It worked last time, didn't it? What good will it do you to be stuck in that dome? The world will end anyway!”

“Weren't you the one who was upbeat until two seconds ago?"

“I still am!"

“Does Robin know you're here?"

“…yes."

“I don’t believe that."

“Of course I told him,", the shapeshifter scratched the back of his head, causing his newly acquired muscles to start filling his uniform to appear. “I just don't know if he paid attention.”, He gave a nervous smile.

“It doesn't count as a warning."

“Have you never been told that what counts is the intention?"

Raven rolled her eyes and uncrossed her legs, standing up. She walked over to where Beast Boy was, touching the dome with her fingertips. He smiled broadly, running to the nearest computer and typing in the code that would free her.

When the dome barriers disappeared, Raven adjusted the hood on her head, thinking about the possibilities that surrounded her. Beast Boy was right, after all. Trigon was already on Earth, like the first time, and she would not be of much help if she were trapped, safe and sound, while her friends killed themselves to save the world.

“I knew you'd be up for it!" He celebrated, approaching her.

“It wasn't your worst idea."

“I'm smart, you underestimate me too much."

“I must have my reasons for that, right?

“Taking into account my discussions about tofu being the best food in the world can’t be considered as a reason.”

“No?”

“We all have our childish moments.”

“And you have your adult moments.”, she said.

“Nothing for having released you, I’m at your service.

“Where are they?”

“Downtown.”

“Excellent.”

“Raven”, Beast Boy called her when she started to leave. “Are you ready to go?”

“You don’t?”

“It's just… You have nothing to bring you luck.”

“I don't believe in luck.”, she lied, ignoring the thought that she had been wishing for a lucky charm a few minutes ago.

“Why not?”

“I make my own luck.”

“But it's always good to have help, isn't it?”

“Come on, Beast Boy.”

He shook his head negatively and approached her, holding her arm firmly and preventing her from getting away. The difference in height between them remained almost nil, with Raven looking a little taller from a distance because of the hood.

She frowned and looked at him without understanding, trying to pull her arm out of his grip, uncomfortable with the position they were in.

“It's just…”, Beast Boy started to speak. “I shouldn't be here and I know it. You are always so focused and correct that you even embarrass me for acting that way, but, last time, you had the coin I gave you and we won.

“I don’t know where it is.”, Raven lied, lowering her head to hide the blush on her cheeks. Some of her emotions were manifested in Nevermore, reminding her of the small passion she held for him. Passion, that, that she was sure that she would never be reciprocated. He was not a philanderer, he had never dated anyone after Terra, but he was not unaware of love affairs like her. She had a little more experience, even though she was also small. “We can't keep others waiting.”

“I can't let you go without an amulet.”

“There is no such thing as luck, Beast Boy! How many times have I told you that we need to run after what we want?”

“Many.”

“And none of them fixed on your brain?”

“Apparently no.”

“I should have imagined.”

“Why can't you give me a credit?”

“You are acting like a child who believes in Santa Claus.”

“And you're being cruel to me.”, he complained. “I thought you stopped that a while ago.”

“I stopped. Are we going to battle or not?”, Raven asked impatiently. “The world is about to end!”

“I know!”

“Then let me go!”

“I can't let you leave here without an amulet!”

“So give me this shit!”

Raven's words echoed around the room, and Beast Boy smirked, as if he had been waiting for this ever since they started arguing.

Such nonsense fights and quick discussions were not new to them, who were used to being awkward a few times a day, always for stupid reasons. However, that time, the shapeshifter had a purpose and, knowing that Raven would play the game, he put his idea into practice, which ended up working very well, thank you.

Raven shook her head and shrugged, silently asking if he wouldn't give her anything. She was waiting for a frog charm or other coin, but all she received was a warm kiss on the mouth, which made her blow up the nearest computer monitor.

The touch of Beast Boy's lips on his made her close her eyes instantly, her body and mind embracing the fact that she wanted that kiss - she had even been waiting for him for a long time, having fantasized the moment several times in the stillness of his. room.

On the other hand, Beast Boy didn't explode at all, but he felt his whole body vibrating. Her cheeks were as flushed as Raven’s, and it had taken him a long time to have the courage to kiss her.

The kiss could not be considered "worthy of a movie" because the two were too tense to give themselves up completely. They did not know where to put their hands and neither should they do it; A light in their heads blinked incessantly, reminding them that the world was ending while they were kissing, and billions of people were at risk.

It could be considered an ordinary kiss, but for Raven and Beast Boy, it meant much more than that.

They separate after a few seconds, unable to exchange a direct look. Beast Boy cleared his throat and Raven clung more tightly to her cloak, almost disappearing inside it.

“Raven”, Beast Boy smiled, making her look him in the eye quickly. Without breaking eye contact, he simply stuck a five-cent coin in her hand. Like old times. “Good luck.”

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ok, i had no idea that the text would lose the diagramming!!! i wrote this on my iphone notes, sorryyyy

[ad1thi]

2020 fic recs!! [Part 1]

this idea was stolen from @iam93percentstardust cuz i just,,,thought that this year was absolute shit and it would be nice to make a fic rec list of fics from this year that helped me through it. this will be over a range of fandoms and ships, but all fics were written this year. 

fics are ordered by the month they were published. ive tried to keep to five fics per month, but this is not obviously all the fics ive read that month - i just didn’t want to make this insanely long. 

im releasing the first half of this on the 1st of December, and the second half on the 1st of January 2021 - because otherwise it would just get so long (and also so i will actually have fics for December)

happy reading!! hopefully you find fics on this you haven’t read yet

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January

The cat is mighty dignified (until the dog comes by): @five-wow

Steve and Danny find them on the pillow in the corner of the dining area, where Eddie is on his side, ass half on the floor because the pillow is more cat-sized than lab-sized, and Pickles is nestled between Eddie’s front legs, essentially being spooned and looking very I-got-the-cream about it. Pickles’ head is tucked into the crook of Eddie’s neck and Eddie’s head slots perfectly on top of Mr. Pickles’, like a furry jigsaw puzzle.

“They’re cuddling,” Steve points out, unnecessarily.

Or: There is a love story unfolding under the McGarrett roof.

Captain ‘Socialist Rage Muffin’ America: @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah

It takes three months of dating Steve Rogers for Tony to understand why Aunt Peggy once shot at him in sheer frustration.

Alternately titled, Honey, I committed treason again.

The Best Laid Plans (Of Mice and Men): @arboreal-elm-ash-oak

His Dark Materials AU

It was Annalise who noticed their small visitor first.

“Tony,” the spider daemon said softly, skittering up the collar of his dress shirt, two of her eight legs resting delicately against his cheek, “Don’t startle them, but I believe we have a guest. Look, by the coffee table.”

Fourteen Million to One: @tunastorks

Six months after Thanos, six months after Tony’s death, six months after Steve returns to his own timeline, Tony Stark turns up on their doorstep.

Brewed Awakening: @iam93percentstardust

Two years after he comes out of the ice, Steve is drifting through life. On his teammate's recommendation, he decides to go back to school where he meets the grandson of an old friend. He finds happiness with Tony but Steve won't be in Boston forever and someone is out to hurt the Starks. Will Steve and Tony be able to reach their happily ever after?

February

the young, the reckless and the foolish: @bruciewayne

In most universes, they don't know each other, not in the slightest, or they hate each other, in a way that's perfectly logical for anyone who were to find themselves in a similar situation.

In this one, they've known each other since they were four years old and naively idealistic.

This is them over the years, against the odds.

a giant sign: @areiton

“Think you can get him to open the weapons division up again?” his CO asks, his voice hungry and Rhodey laughs because this--

“No. Tony hung up his weapons.”

“That’s not what the suit says,” his CO objects, and Rhodey shrugs.

Tony has always had rules, rules he expects the entire world to live by.

And then there was Rhodey, slipping under them.

my heart is driftwood, floating down your coast: @nethandrake

Tonight, there’s a stranger in his backseat. That’s not unusual.

He’s also sad. That’s not unusual either.

What is unusual is that the stranger is silent.

(One night, a stranger enters Steve's taxi. Nothing is the same again.)

Just A Cold: @/delighted 

There’s a new text waiting for him. It’s from Steve of course, and it’s vaguely threatening as most messages from Steve are these days. Still Danny ignores it, and now he’s really playing with fire. Maybe it’ll burn the cold out of him.

Or, Danny’s sick, and Steve can’t stay away. The usual comfort fluff. With a little cameo from a gently meddling Grace.

An Unexpected Guide: @/Rachel500

Danny Williams has hidden his Guide status to keep being a detective, but his time of hiding is up when he unexpectedly finds his Sentinel, Steve McGarrett in the midst of a tragedy.

March

Why don’t we (Collide the spaces that divide us): @five-wow

When they finally catch sight of each other again through the milling crowds, they’re both a little worse for wear. Danny’s left side is covered in glitter and every time he brushes a hand over his hair, more blue and purple confetti rains down. Steve is- Well, Steve is randomly shirtless, which is all things considered not excessively remarkable, but he’s also covered in smudges of colorful paint and has a very nicely printed bloodred lipstick kiss mark on his cheek.

“What did you do?” Danny asks, because it looks like Steve had a lot more fun than he did.

Or: Steve and Danny accidentally end up in the middle of something entirely new.

A Little Unsteady: @finduilasclln 

Written for the Tumblr prompt meme : "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

Tony lashes out at Bucky for eating his dessert. Only, it really isn't about the dessert.

a national treasure: @starklysteve

Steve isn't looking for an apple and Tony decides his passion is to inspire young souls. -x- OR: the AU where Tony is a Youtuber and Steve is Captain America and somehow they still save the world together.

April

cycle through: @ambivalentmarvel

Twenty-five years ago, Tony Stark disappeared from his family home a month after the tragic deaths of his parents, Howard and Maria Stark, leaving a billion-dollar tech conglomerate without an heir and the world wondering what happened.

Twenty-three years ago, HYDRA gained another super soldier.

Ten years ago, Peter Parker’s parents died in what is ruled as a home invasion gone wrong but he knows was murder, plain and simple, because he spoke to the killer.

And in the present, Project Insight fails, and the Iron Soldier pays the price.

FOREVER-LOVE YOU-I: @/Eudoxia

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Especially for Tony's soulmate.

--

Companion piece to my fic Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended. This is Steve's POV, with a few extra scenes, as a treat.

(Edit: Sorry if you guys get multiple notifications for this. I just realized (about two hours after posting it) that I fucked up the grammar in the title and I HAD to fix it. YOLO, I guess.)

come build a home out of me: @maguna-stxrk

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

i don’t have a choice (but i’d still choose you): @nethandrake

There’s a name inked onto his chest, a name written in an all-too familiar scrawl. And it’s— It’s—

Steve doesn’t realize his body is quaking until he’s tracing the tattoo with a shaky finger.

Because of course that is the name etched into the skin. Like a brand, a reminder for everything he has done. An appropriate retribution.

Anthony Edward Stark.

(When Thanos snaps half of the universe away, he unknowingly leaves the other half with soulmarks.)

ua haʻalele ʻoe iaʻu (a ua hoʻomālamalama ʻoe iaʻu): @just-fandomthings

"The truth is, I was shot in the chest and nearly died, and not even three days after I was released from the hospital, you up and left-- and of those two, I'm not sure which one hurt me worse!"

(Coda to 10x22 because come on, we all need a better ending than the one given to us.)

Title loosely translates to: "You left me in the dark (you lit me up)" -- inspired by the brilliant song "Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur

May

A Piece Of The Past: @hddnone

It had been so many years since Bucky had gone undercover in the Stark family's mob, he thought he'd gotten away clean.

Then Tony Stark slid into the seat across from him at his breakfast diner, and Bucky's boss has a new case for him.

the privilege of loving you: @starklysteve

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

It’s a desperate plea, half-shouted and half-whispered, Steve’s voice cracking at the end. Tony stops in his tracks, halfway to the stairs. He doesn’t dare to turn back, and he really doesn’t want to fight, or to leave, to spend the last month of his life away from his husband and their son. But Steve can’t know, can he?

-x-

Or: Tony has palladium poisoning, but he doesn't tell Steve and Peter

your pillow feels so soft now (but still you must advance): @firebrands

When Bruce is 13, he decides to go to boarding school. It's an opportunity for him to learn about other people, and how to interact with them.

Bruce has the misfortune of meeting Tony Stark upon his arrival in Roxbury. Bruce is moving into his room, and Tony opens the door of his room to watch. He looks a bit younger than Bruce, hair wild and eyes bright. Bruce has never seen a boy like him before—handsome and confident.

Bruce doesn’t like it.

IMPORTANT: This fic has them meeting at 14, then progresses slowly until they’re 17. Includes underage drinking and kissing.

This is set before Bruce becomes Batman and Tony becomes Iron Man and I have no explanation as to how or why they just DO Canonically, Bruce is 17 when he finishes school and goes around the world to train, so we're sticking with that

The Real MVP: @sword-and-stars (part of a series)

[“I have saved this Tuesday!” Sokka announces, rattling the bag upon reentry.

Zuko doesn’t even look up from his phone as he deadpans, “It’s Thursday.”

Okay, so Sokka is still having trouble getting his days right without checking. At least he’s gone back to sleeping at night! Going to bed at night is way easier when you have a cute, cuddly boyfriend who starts falling asleep around eleven o’clock. It also helps that he and Zuko are on solid gold butt-touching terms.

It’s been a while since Sokka has been on butt-touching terms with someone and it’s amazing.]

Or,

Sokka knows a guy, gets laid, and introduces Zuko to the merits of an afternoon delight.

When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it): @riotwritesthings

There’s a tiny safe house, with one tiny window and one tiny couch.

And one tiny little bed.

June

Nice Fingers: @anthonyed

A single compliment given by Tony stirs Bucky restless until he caves in and asks him out on a date.

With Steve’s help of course (whether he likes it or not).

The Darkest Touch: @starkrogerrs

This is the story of how Steve finds that it has been ordained that he is to marry a monster he cannot resist aka the God of Love himself, Tony.

It's Cupid x Psyche retold, but with thrice the amount of porn.

The Night Shift:  @weethreequarter

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Wind Beneath My Wings: @iam93percentstardust

Sam first meets Tony Stark in 2005 when he joins the EXO-7 Falcon program.

In jest: @/apathyinreverie

“No, babe,” Danny shakes his head with a grin. “If the apocalypse were to go down while I’m elsewhere for some godforsaken reason, then you stay put and I’m coming to wherever you are.” His grin widens. “And I expect you to have cleared any aliens or zombies or whatever else might be messing with us off the island and to have set up a nice, comfortable military dictatorship for us to rule over by the time I get back.”

It’s a joke.

Of course it’s a joke.

Until it isn’t.

(A the-day-after-tomorrow-style apocalypse AU, where the world decides to end right when Danny is visiting one of the other islands with Grace. Because, of course, it does.)