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rey-jake-therapist · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag, @writing-for-life! I recently followed you AND I also write fanfics, so it was the right call and a fun game!

To be honest, I rarely think of tropes. It's always only after I start writing a fic that I realize, "oh! it's x trope!". When I pick a fic to read, I'll be more careful about avoiding tropes I really dislike, than about finding a trope I like... If that makes sense.

Anyway, enough babbling!

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

• -10 -> very dissuaded

• 0 - don't care either way

• 10 -> very enticed

• nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age Gap: 0

I can't say I'm turned on by a big age gap especially, but I don't mind if there's one and it serves the plot. If it's just an excuse to write Daddy kink smut, I'm not interested.

Codependency: -10

Not a hard no because context matters, but as in most cases codependency is depicted as very romantic as codependency is often confused with "real love", I generally avoid fics that involve this trope.

Enemies to lovers: -5

I think it's a trope that can be really great and thrilling to read and write, but for me to work it has to be rather: enemies to friends - friends to lovers. I really don't like it when the characters hated each other but suddenly fall in love for no reason whatsoever, or when the reason is crap such as "oh in fact they're soulmate!" (Reylo I'm looking at you). So, I'm rather on the fence about this one and I don't think I'll ever try my hands at it personnally.

Enemies With Benefits: nope

I don't even understand how it works tbh. Maybe because I'm demisexual but it's unconceivable in my head. You hate eact other but you fuck? how does that work?

Fake Dating/Relationship: -9

I tend to consider this trope as lazy writing, maybe because I never read a good fake dating relationship story?

Found Family: 8

This trope never fails to make my heart melt!

Friends to Lovers: 5

My first ship was the ultimate Friends to lovers ship aka Mulder and Scully from X Files, so... Even though I often end up finding the trope boring and predictable, I keep a soft spot for it.

Friends with Benefits: nope

Sorry, boring.

Hurt/Comfort: 10

I LIVE for this trope!

Love Triangle: nope

It's probably the trope I hate the most. I really don't like the concept of a competition for someone's heart, and it always ends up with someone being lonely or miserable or worse, dead. Hard no.

Mistaken/Hidden Identity: 10

I love writing these stories and reading them! I love trying to find out why the character hides their identity/are confused with someone else, who they are in reality, their motivations, their loved ones' reaction to the truth, the resolution... There's so potential for development it's really one of my favorite trope.

Monster Fu... Relationship: -9

Meh... I'm more interested in *human* monster fu... than in actual monster fu... I'm a Will/Hannibal shipper for example, but if say, Hannibal turned into a werewolf at night, that wouldn't work for me...

Obsession, Possessiveness, etc.: 0

I have to clarify: if it's framed as something possessive, it's a hard NO. But I don't mind a good thriller type of fic :)

Opposites (like grumpy x sunshine, etc): 5

If it doesn't rely too heavily on stereotypes (not a big fan of the grumpy x sunshine stuff for example), I'm in.

Poly: nope

'nuff said.

Pregnancy: -2

I tend towards the negative because too often pregnancy is used as a solution to every problem that the characters might have at the moment, like, erm, a blatantly abusive relationship for example, in which case I hate it. But I write it sometimes, and if done in a realistic way that doesn't undermine the female character's arc... I don't mind.

Second Chance: 8

I believe very much in the concept of second chance so yes, I'll probably read it.

Sex to Feelings: 1

It really depends on many things, like if it's a real story or just smut without plot with a sudden happy ending (in which case it's not my thing), and of the story of course! if the plot is the trope, it's not my thing.

Slowburn: 10

As I said Mulder and Scully were my first ship.... Seven years of slow burn, friends, SEVEN YEARS!

Soulmates: 7

I never believed in soulmates in real life, but for some reason I absolutely love to read it, and write it too! It has to be well developed for me to be really into it though.

Thanks again for this! it was very pleasant ^^ Tagging now @arawen898, @alrendriablaze, @endlessbittersweetdreams, @sylverfaeland, @thepaintedlady00 : if you have already done this game or are not interested, feel free to ignore of course!

#trope tag game #trope talk

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loserchildhotpants · 1 year

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questions for fic writers 1, 2, 15, 16, 23, 37, & 41 (if you want)

questions for fic writers

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (in other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hmm. I guess it depends on who's asking! I've written like... 200 fics???? I think maybe Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) on my loserchildhotpants account is a good introduction to like... my writing style? I guess? And it covers my most used tropes; slow burn, mutual pining, love confessions, eventual smut, etc etc.

That said, I think What Used to be Mine on my someonetoanyone account is probably a better example of what my writing has transformed into.

2. Go to your AO3 "Works" page, to the side bar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for "Additional Tags." What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

On my loserchildhotpants account the top 5 Additional Tags are: Fluff (111), Angst (91), Tumblr Prompt (71) [I'm not gonna count this one tbh], Romance (60), Humor (54) and First Kiss (5)

On my someonetoanyone account the top 5 Additional Tags are: Mutual Pining (12), First Kiss (9), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (9), and Love Confessions (8)

and yeah, these are all p accurate - on both lists, the next one on the list would've been 'pining' lmao so a p accurate depiction!

15. What's your favorite AU that you've written?

Tbh my favorite AU that I've written isn't up yet -- I'm posting it in ~2 weeks and I don't wanna spoil it here, but... it fucks. This AU fucks. I'm so proud of it. It'll be on my someonetoanyone account - check back in w me then lol

16. What's an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

So, first, I'm not big on AU's typically. I'm a basic bitch, i like canon-divergence best of all, and I don't usually stray outside that until I'm like, running out of things to read in the canon-divergent tags lol that said, a canon-divergent AU i NEVER get sick of (for my current fandom - destiel) is time travel fuckery. Older!Dean going back in time, meeting his younger self, or interacting w early seasons Cas, or Older!Cas going back in time and meeting Stanford Era!Dean, Stanford Era!Dean getting plonked into later seasons canon and meeting Cas at all -- it's delicious to me.

23. What's a trope, AU, or concept you've never written, but would like to?

Oh, so many. I'd like to try my hand at omegaverse (i've only read a handful in my LIFE that didn't feel weirdly transmisogynistic and over-the-top sexualized to the point that it had an opposing effect where it was suddenly sexless to me? I feel like i could mASTER IT AND GET IT RIGHT i just have no plot ideas yet lol), sex pollen something or other I'd love to do, I'd love to do a time travel fic of my own, I'd love to write a djinn dream fic, amnesia fic, murder husbands fic -- i wanna do all the things!!!

37. Promote one of your own "deep cut" fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!) What do you like about it?

hmmmmmm

On my loserchildhotpants account, I think June is the one I was most proud of that didn't get much feedback. And it's got all the hits for the reddie fandom! Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, First Kiss, it's Richie-centric and i was really proud of the pacing and imagery of June :( the only person to ever point out June to me was my friend Grace, and it made me SO happy to know at least one person remembered June by name and that it came to mind as a favorite ; _ ;

On my someonetoanyone account, I think So Tirelessly maybe deserved some more love ; _ ; i love writing endverse!destiel and i plan to write more of it in the future, but this fic was short and bittersweet and i enjoyed writing it. i was like 'oh yeah, this one's a banger' and then it didn't really draw attention lol

41. Link a fic that made you think, "wow, I want to write like that"

how do u expect me to stop at one

In a destiel rec that will shock absolutely no one, sobsicles' 'let's take a drive' changed my brain chemistry forever and tbh i had a Crisis after going through their entire AO3 bc i was like 'oh what is the point of writing actually when sobsicles is out there doing the damn thing this well i should just be quiet' sdkjfhskldjhf genuinely an amazing fic and writer

In a johnlock rec that WILL shock someone, 'The Quiet Man' by ivyblossom - it's 157k words and i could. not. put. it. down. and why is this shocking? it's in First Person POV and i usually can't handle First Person POV bc it personally gives me the cringe (godspeed to everyone enjoys it, i mean no offense, it's just not personally for me) but this fic Changed My Life and genuinely made me rethink how and what I write.

And in a final, spicy and unpredictable thorki rec that no one asked for, 'Find A Home,' by Aria and filiabelialis is... incredible. Listen, when you open the link, you'll see it's 107k words, DO NOT BE INTIMIDATED, GO READ IT, IT'S LITERALLY INCREDIBLE AND SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER STUDY SDJHFKSKDJHF PLSSSS

#letskzuniverse #melanie writes #sldkjhf thank u for sending me so many slkdjhfsdkhfj #destiel #sterek #reddie #my stuff

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gregorygerwitz · 2 years

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Fic asks, 1-3 please! 4-6 for "I can't see past the mirror" also please?

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Either now i see daylight for Rhodestead (one of the only fics for them I ever actually ended up writing oops), or the Hauntober 2021 universe for Moustead, specifically recipe, though that one is definitely on the angstier side. sorry. that's what I write most of the time.

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Fluff Canon Divergence Established Relationship Angst Hurt/Comfort

I mean... for the most part? angst and fluff should probably switch for it to be more accurate.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Mornings, kitchen talks and/or contrasting parallels. I use sunrise imagery a lot, kitchens conversations about deep conversations (usually over tea), and especially with writing Mouse lately I've taken moments from his backstory and redid them with more positive spins? Thelma making him pancakes the morning she kicked him out vs Trudy making him pancakes after taking him in, in Phone Call. Him waking up in the hospital and getting visited by everyone in his life instead of having just Jay there, in Kidnapped.

4. What detail in [i can't see past the mirror] are you really proud of?

the entire thing. Honestly, the entire concept of Mouse being out of his parents' lives and out of their wills and never getting any physical inheritance vs the things he didn't want to inherit that they couldn't take away if they tried, the inevitability of him still being A Gerwitz™ and how he can't run from it because he sees it every single time he looks in the mirror, I love it, and it's the fic I'm most proud of. I took my idea, ran with it, and I did a really good job.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [i can't see past the mirror]? Answer it now!

suddenly, ever single thought I've ever had about this fic is gone. um...

I've been thinking about the title a lot this week, because Midnights dropped and Anti Hero is a Thelma song but like... ironically? And there's one lyric in the chorus that always makes me think of this fic because of the title. Just... the contrast of a lyric like "I'll look directly at the sun/son but never in the mirror" and a lyric like "I can't see past the mirror" and Thelma only looking at Mouse's failures but never his own, so Mouse grew up only looking at himself and his failures and how that shaped him. I don't have anything else coherent right now just those two lyrics on a loop.

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [i can't see past the mirror] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

It's one of the only canon compliant things I've written for One Chicago, so most of the details I don't mention are kind of just a given do to the nature of that? But a lot of details about Mouse's backstory, at least in my head, didn't get discussed. The only thing coming to mind that didn't make it into the fic is more Gerwitz family dynamics? Thelma and Gregory III were both only children (in most universes) with a lot of pressure put on them, and that pressure got passed on to Mouse tenfold, and in a lot places that pressure just... cracked him. I'm always sad.

[ fic writer asks ]

#answered #shae tag #lovelymysticmoon #alex says things #mirror wip

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mimzy-writing-online · 3 years

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You probably know this by now, I don't know if you keep up with Whumptober, but one of the prompts this year includes "blindness". I'm not blind but based on your posts about writing blind characters, and based on how I would feel if one of my disabilities were used as a whump prompt, I'm not super comfortable with it. I was wondering what your thoughts are on blindness being a Whumptober prompt.

(unironically and with feeling) thanks, I hate it.

Yes, I’m familiar with Whumptober, but I’ve never participated myself and I haven’t seen this year’s prompts.

Edit: I later did see the prompts and check out the blog. I think it's a good set of prompts and I look forward to all the promising content, especially since some of my favorite tropes are there. To be clear before you read this, I have no problem with Whumptober2021 or whump in general. This is not the first time blindness has been included for a list of whump prompts, and it won't be the last.

This post directed at the concept of "blindness" as a whump prompt and why I think it's a bad idea. The intended audience is individual writers thinking about future projects.

The timing of this is almost too perfect because I read a fanfic earlier this week that would meet that prompt exactly. Tags included whump, blindness, and angst with a happy ending. Now whump, hurt/comfort, and angst with a happy ending are tags I enjoy reading, but blindness as whump has a specific message to it.

To explain that message, I want to discuss what whump is. Many readers are already familiar with the genre, but I think taking the specific definitions and picking apart what it means and what expectations we carry when reading whump fanfiction

Urban Dictionary defines it as: taking a character and putting them through physical and/or mental torment and is typically followed by the same character being treated for their traumas. To indicate the characters place in the situation they’d typically be called a whumpee (the character being hurt/comforted), the whumper (the character that causes harm and trauma), and the caretaker (the character designated the helping/healing/comforting the whumpee).

Fanlore has a page for whump that explains it in depth, including where it started in fanfiction, examples of whump, and even a list of “popular targets” in different fandoms. (Warning: you might find yourself called out on the popular targets list)

“The term whump (or whumping) generally refers to a form of Hurt/Comfort that is heavy on the hurt and is often found in gen stories. The exact definition varies and has evolved over time. Essentially, whump involves taking a canon character, and placing them in physically painful or psychologically-damaging scenarios. Often this character is a fan favorite…”

To add to that, I think an important detail is the distinction Fanlore makes between hurt/comfort and whump:

“While some communities and fandoms may use whump as a synonym for hurt/comfort, there is still a recognition that whump refers to darker and more extreme scenarios. And there are still whump fics been written that have very little, or no comfort at the end of the story.”

The big appeal of hurt/comfort is getting to both explore the darker sides of pain and then experience the catharsis of being taken care of, of being supported by your loved ones as you recover from the trauma. The character is the proxy for experiencing those highs and lows while you yourself are safe at home.

I personally don’t read much/any whump without some h/c involved, but I’m happy there are stories out there for people who do enjoy it. I’m not here to judge what you like reading or what you do to your characters.

What I want is to express how blindness, my disability, used as a whump prompt personally makes me feel and what message it sends to me, to others, and how that message affects my daily life.

Whump undeniably involves watching a character suffer through something painful and traumatic.

My use of the word “suffer” is what I want you to focus on.

Vision loss can be painful and traumatic. I personally developed an anxiety disorder in response to vision loss. Others experience depression. For some it might result in relapsing into old, maladaptive coping mechanisms like drug use, self harm, or eating disorders.

A big part of my anxiety was how people reacted to my vision loss. It was a cause of their stress. They were worried because they genuinely believed I would never live a happy life without normal vision, and that my life would only be struggle and pain.

I recently saw an old friend who hadn’t heard about my vision loss. The conversation was awkward, but the worst part was how they reacted as though I had experienced an insurmountable tragedy. And even when I assured them I’m happy with my life, they clearly didn’t believe me. They acted like I was just lying or in denial.

I love that people want to empathize with my situation and ask themselves what they would do in my situation, but I hate when the conclusion they come to is something along the lines of “I could never do that, I’d be too miserable thinking about everything I lost, I’d never be able to do anything I enjoyed ever again.” But I did go blind. And I’m not miserable, I’m actually happy with the direction my life is going, and I still enjoy my hobbies, even if I engage with them differently.

I’m not suffering. My life didn’t end with vision loss. It’s not ruined, broken, or worthless.

I read a fanfic that was tagged with whump, blindness, and angst with a happy ending. A general synopsis of the plot: the whumpee had gone blind due to a curse. It was true love’s kiss that broke the curse. Even from the summary I knew it was going to end with whumpee being cured somehow and that I’d leave that fanfic vaguely dissatisfied no matter how good the rest of the fanfic was.

I can say this for the fanfic: the whumpee had already accepted that they would likely be blind for the rest of their life, but everyone around them was treating it as a tragedy that needed to be fixed, working tirelessly for a cure despite the whumpee’s protests that they didn’t have to.

It actually hit home to my personal experience.

I still left it dissatisfied with the ending. I might love curse fics in that fandom, and I love the “true love’s kiss” trope, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the fact that: an actual person out in the world thought the best happy ending, maybe the only happy ending, would be if the character got their sight back.

(note: I clicked kudos and exited out of the story's page because no fanfic writer deserves unsolicited critique or hate, especially for content I consumed for free and at my own volition.)

Why read a story I knew would disappoint me?

Because blindness representation is so damn rare that I feel like I’m wandering in a desert, dying from thirst and desperate for that oasis. But sometimes that oasis is a mirage and the author is unintentionally telling you that your life is actually awful and you’ll never be fully happy like this. And that is a shit mentality to walk through life with.

I don’t appreciate blindness being a whump plot. I hate it. Hundreds (thousands?) of fanfictions featuring blind characters are about to enter the internet and the overall message is going to be “You poor thing! You must be in so much pain, you must be miserable! Who’s going to save you? Who’s going to comfort you? Wouldn’t it be terrible if there was no one in your life to take care of you? You poor helpless thing!”

And I feel objectified. I feel trivialized. The mirage in the desert is going to become a starch, empty room filled with dozens of water bottles, almost all of them poisoned. My representation is going to hurt me personally, and it’s going to reinforce that idea strangers have about how awful my life must be.

(I returned to school this past month, and every day I’m hesitant to tell someone I’m visually impaired because I don’t want to be treated differently. If I’ve managed to pass as sighted this whole time and then suddenly reveal “oh yeah, I’m visually impaired” I feel this instant silence, this pause of awkwardness as people suddenly question how they’re supposed to treat me. They treated me like a person, and now I’m something strange and unfamiliar.)

I’ve worked so hard to improve representation for blind people, to give internet strangers the exposure to a blind person they need to normalize blindness because I hope that if they’re ever so lucky as to meet a blind person, they’ll treat that person with respect. That hope that another person in the blind community will find a friend they feel comfortable and accepted with. I hope that I’ll meet people who accept my blindness as just another aspect of me (like being bisexual or gender fluid or a writer or a cat lover).

Please don’t turn me and my community into a caricature. Don’t erase everything I’ve worked for with this blog.

To be clear, this is not just me saying "I hate the cure trope" again. This is me saying "the purpose of whump is to painfully hurt your favorite character, and I hate that your idea of pain and suffering is my daily (wonderful) life."

#blindness #whumptober #fanfiction #whump #whumptober 2021 #blind character #disability #ableism #anon

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loving-inkpressions · 3 years

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Why not me? #6

Summary: Denali has been single all his life, and has always been secretly envious of everyone around him being able to find love so easily. Rosé proposes the perfect solution for his best friend.

Warning: Fluff, stuff and some laughs.

Prefer reading it on AO3?

Denali was lying flat on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling that Sunday morning. Even after a whole night’s sleep, he couldn’t get the previous day’s events out of his mind. He touched his lips for the umpteenth time since he woke up. He just couldn’t stop thinking of the kiss that Rosé and him had shared on the ferris wheel.

It had been tentative and sweet. The feeling of the other boy’s lips had been soft, the taste of the strawberry slushie he had consumed lingering on the surface. When Denali had pictured losing his first kiss, he thought that there would be sparks and music playing, with plenty of romantic tropes and the like, but what he had experienced was so much better. It was just soft and careful, and the way Rosé had kissed him was as if he was something fragile and precious.

When the older boy had pulled away, he had an intense look in his eye that seemed to suck Denali in, making him shiver at the possible implications behind it. Had the cab not jerked to a stop and the voice of the ride operator interrupted them, Denali knew they would have kissed again, and that it probably would have gone deeper than the innocent one that they’d shared.

Their drive home had been quiet, but not awkward. It had been a nice comfortable silence with Rosé holding his hand over the dashboard, and when he had dropped Denali off, he had made sure to walk him to his door. When they had stopped at Denali’s doorstep, Rosé had hesitated for a brief moment before he finally pressed a kiss to his forehead and left after bidding Denali goodnight with a soft smile. It had honestly been the perfect end to a perfect date.

Denali rolled over on his bed, grabbing the pink teddy bear he had stolen from Rosé and hugged it to his chest, revelling at how it still smelled faintly of the other boy. He was more sure than ever before now, and last night had more than confirmed it.

He was in love with his best friend.

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Jan sat across the couch from Rosé in his apartment, staring hard at the other boy as he absentmindedly stirred his cup of coffee.

“So what you’re saying is that all this time, the two of you have been in a fake relationship?”

Rosé huffed, clicking his spoon and setting it on the coffee table. He suddenly felt a twinge of regret at asking Jan over to talk about the arrangement between him and Denali, but he needed to get it off his chest. Last night had been a revelation of sorts, and he really needed a friend to talk about this, and obviously he couldn’t talk to his best friend about it since said best friend was the one he was in this situation with right now.

“It’s not that it’s a fake relationship, it’s just a temporary one.”

Jan stared blankly at him. “I don’t follow.”

Rosé pinched his nose, wracking his brain on how to elaborate on what had happened without sounding like an idiot. “Well, it’s just that Denali was so upset about having never been in a relationship before, and my dumb brain thought that it was a good idea to offer to go out with him.” Rosé tried to explain, though once he actually said it out loud, he realised how much of a bad idea it had been at that point in time. The expression on Jan’s face showed how he clearly thought that Rosé had been a dumb idiot too. “So instead of actually telling him how you feel and asking him out, you thought you’d loan your heart out to him instead..? In what universe does that sound like a good idea to you, Rosé?!”

Rosé buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I don’t know, it just happened okay? I couldn’t just leave him feeling upset!” Jan snorted, crossing his arms. “As opposed to you risking your own heart.”

“Look, I know it was a dumb idea-“

“A colossally dumb one-“

“-but I’m not going to let it end once the month is over.”

There was beat of silence as Jan stared at Rosé, confusion written all over his face. “Now I’m really lost here. I thought the both of you agreed to go out for a month.”

“Well yeah, but- Jan, I think that there might be a chance that Denali might, you know…”

“No, I don’t. You need to spell it out for me because apparently being dumb is contagious.”

Rosé paused, taking a deep breath as he stared hard at his hands. He was pretty sure of this, but he had never said out loud before, half afraid to jinx it and get it wrong. Looking at Jan as his friend frowned at him, he sighed.

“I think that Denali might possibly not want it to end either.”

Jan blinked at Rosé, both brows raised in surprise as he uncrossed his arms. “And how do you know that for sure?” Rosé fidgeted, suddenly second guessing his instincts. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see, but still, there was a little voice inside of him that told him otherwise. “I don’t, but something just feels right. I don’t want to be a creep, but I’d be stupid not to try.” Rosé stated, rubbing his suddenly sweaty palms on his lap.

Jan sighed and scooted closer, placing his hand on Rosé’s forearm. “Rosé, I know I keep encouraging you to tell Denali how you feel, and I think in this instance, it might be helpful to do that. Just tell the boy how you feel!”

“I will!” Rosé exclaimed. “Once the month ends. I want him to see how much I care for him, not just as a friend, but as something more. I want him to know that this isn’t a game to me, and that I really do cherish him.”

“So you’re going to romance him? Woo him. The whole fireworks and shebang?” Jan smirked, suddenly seeing a whole new side to his friend. Rosé had always been the one who had pretty boys chasing after him, hanging off his arm and more than willing to go home with him. He always had his pick of boys, and to watch him squirm after Denali was somewhat refreshing. And entertaining, of course.

“Well, yeah.” Rosé replied, scratching the back of his head.

Jan leaned back against the couch as his smirk evolved into a full blown smile.

“You really do love him.”

“I-“

“Rosé.”

“Fine!” Rosé admitted. “I do love him! I love Denali.”

“Finally! Lagoona owes me a hundred bucks.” Jan said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and immediately started texting Lagoona.

“Goona owes you- You bet on my love life?! And don’t you dare text him!”

��Too late, already sent. He says congratulations by the way on finally getting your head out of your ass.” Jan teased, showing him the quick exchange he had with their other friend, much to Rosé’s fond annoyance. “Also, not really. We just bet on when you’d finally crack and admit your feelings for Denali.”

Rosé rolled his eyes, but was unable to stop himself from smiling. “You guys are impossible! Why are we even friends?”

“Because you love us, though not as much as you love Denali.” Rosé shoved a laughing Jan, laughing along with him. He really did love his friends. Catching sight of the time on his wall clock, he checked his phone and saw that Denali was on his way over for their Sunday movie night, which meant that Jan had to go so that he could execute his latest plan on romancing Denali.

“Yeah yeah, sure. Look, as much as I love you, I need you to get out of here now. Denali’s going to be over soon, and I don’t want you being an idiot and letting anything slip.”

“Wow, and here I thought we were friends.” Jan pouted, his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

Rosé rolled his eyes. “We are, which is how I know you’d do something dumb like tell Denali how I feel.”

“Tell me how you feel about what?”

Shit, how had he not heard Denali coming into his house?

“Bucket hats.” He blurted out unthinkingly, and immediately wanted to slap himself. Rosé could practically hear the internal face palms of both himself and Jan at his stupid reply. Why was he such a loose lipped idiot when it came to the worst scenarios?

“Bucket hats?” Denali asked incredulously, the confusion clear on his face.

“Er, yeah. I really don’t like them?” Rosé replied dumbly, trying his best not to turn around and strangle Jan who was shaking with silent laughter behind him.

Denali stared at Rosé as if he had grown a second head. “Okay..? But why would you not want me to know that you don’t like bucket hats?”

“Yeah, Rosé. Why didn’t you want to tell Denali that you don’t like bucket hats?” Jan pressed, amusement dancing in his eyes as he struggled not to roar with laughter.

Rosé swore he was going to make sure Jan never got another solo again in his life once this was over.

“Because I thought you wanted to get matching ones for when we go to the beach next weekend.” Rosé replied, remembering next weekend’s plans with their friends.

Denali cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed as he tried to recall saying anything like that. “Huh? When did I say that?”

“Yeah Rosé, when did Denali say that?” Jan chimed in, practically vibrating with delight over how the conversation was going, and how he managed to get front row seats to watch his friend trying to dig his way out of this predicament.

Smiling stiffly as he discreetly pinched Jan hard in the leg, Rosé thought as quickly possible and replied. “You said so in your sleep. When you were sleeping. Friday night.” Rosé made up on the spot, mentally patting himself on the back when Denali seemed to believe him.

“Oh, ok. Well I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but don’t worry. Duly noted on the bucket hats.” Denali laughed. Jan watched the two oblivious boys smiling at each other, and knew better than to stick around. As much as he loved to tease Rosé, he really did want what was best for him.

“Okay kids, I’m gonna make a move. Got a hot date with Jackie, so don’t let me keep you two from your own hot date.” He got up, throwing a wink at Rosé and mouthing good luck to him as he walked to the door, waving at Denali as he left. Denali waved back, and made his way over to the couch, collapsing next to Rosé. “So, what movie are we going to watch tonight?” He moved to grab the remote from the coffee table, only to be stopped when Rosé took the remote from his hands and set it back on the coffee table.

“We’re not going to watch a movie tonight. We’re going star gazing, so come on.”

Rosé pulled Denali back up by his hand, and led him to the door, grabbing the basket of food he had prepared in the kitchen along the way.

“Stargazing? Where?”

“You’ve never been to the rooftop of this building have you?” Rosé smiled, tugging him to the elevator. “Baby, you’re going to love this.”

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Denali leaned against the parapet of the rooftop as he watched the city night life, a glass of wine in his hand and Rosé at his side.

When Rosé had brought him to the rooftop, he had been in awe. There were fairy lights strung around, casting the place in a soft glow and a mini rooftop garden of sorts too. There were some makeshift benches and lawn chairs around the place, and you could tell that it was well used and maintained by the residents of the building. Rosé had dragged one of the benches and a short table near the edge of the roof and laid out the food he had packed. They had then sat and watched as the sun set fully and the stars come out in the night sky.

Not only had there been food and the sights, but there was music too. Rosé had brought with him a bluetooth speaker and had fired it up, playing soft music to match the ambience. It was comfortable and nice. They had talked as they ate and watched the sky, their hands close to each other on the bench until Denali had made the move to link their pinkies together. He hadn’t dared to look at Rosé, but he was pretty sure he saw the flash of a smile at the corner of his eye when he had done that.

When the soft soothing sounds of string music came on, Rosé had stood up and bowed, asking Denali to dance with him. Denali couldn’t help the butterflies fluttering in his stomach and had allowed Rosé to tug him up. Rosé held him close as they danced on the roof, his arms around Denali and Denali’s hands around his neck, both of them staring deep into each other’s eyes with smiles on their faces.

They had only pulled apart when the loud honk of a car had broken them to out of their reveries, both laughing it off and grabbing their glasses of wine to settle down at the parapet.

Yesterday’s date had been sweet and romantic, but tonight was a different kind of romantic. A domestic kind of romantic that left Denali craving for more. He wanted more, but not with just anyone. He wanted more with Rosé.

He looked to his side, and caught Rosé staring at him, and he couldn’t help the way his stupid cheeks blushed red. He couldn’t tell if it was the warmth of the night or the wine that made him more susceptible to blushing then, but it didn’t seem to matter when he felt gentle fingers caressing his cheek. He leaned his cheek against the warm hand, grasping Rosé’s hand in his and tangling their fingers together with a smile.

Rosé smiled back, setting his glass then Denali’s down safely before pulling him into the closure of his arms, resting his hands on the small of his back.

“Hey there, boyfriend.”

Denali bit his lip, suppressing the urge to grin too widely. “Hey to you too, boyfriend.”

Rosé’s eyes crinkled at the edges, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing their noses playfully together, causing Denali to giggle. Looking down at him, Rosé tilted his head and swallowed Denali’s giggles with a kiss, pulling his right hand up to cradle the back of Denali’s neck as he deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling away, smirking when he found Denali looking back at him in a daze. It took Denali a second to gather his senses before he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the slightly taller boy, his heart full of warmth and love.

They stood in each others arms for a while before they sat back down on the bench, going back to watching night sky and city life from their vantage point. After a while, Rosé took a hold of Denali’s hand, rubbing circles onto the skin of the back of his hand.

“Hey Denali.”

“Yeah, Rosie?”

Rosé hesitated for a moment, causing Denali to look at him curiously. “What is it?”

The other boy swallowed. “I have to confess something… That was actually our third kiss.” Denali stared at Rosé, who was purposely looking away, afraid to look him in the eye. What did he mean by that?

“What? But I thought our first kiss was on the ferris wheel. Are you saying that I lost my first kiss when I was drunk that night?” Denali questioned, trying to recall the night they had made their deal, when he had been drunk and his memory had been fuzzy at best.

Rosé shook his head, finally turning to face him. “No baby, I kind of maybe kissed you the other night when you were asleep-“ He froze, realisation dawning on him. “Hold on, did you just say that I was your first kiss?”

Denali frowned. “Yeah, I mean I’ve never actually dated anyone before you, so who else would I have kissed?” He paused for a moment, then pulled his hand away from Rosé’s. “Wait, you stole my first kiss when I was asleep?!”

Rosé groaned. “Well I didn’t know that you hadn’t lost your first kiss before me. Shit, I’m so sorry Denali.”

Denali sat still with his hands in his lap as he thought about what Rosé had said. So Rosé had kissed him while he was asleep, but why would he have done that? He didn’t really understand it.

“Are you mad at me?” Rosé whispered. Denali blinked at that. He wasn’t actually mad at the boy. If anything, he was just confused. More confused than mad actually, and from the sounds of Rosé’s voice, he sounded genuinely guilty and horrified at what he had done, something that Denali latched onto immediately.

“I’m not sure yet.”

Denali peered at Rosé. He could see that the other boy was panicking on the inside, and he giggled internally. He contemplated letting Rosé stew in his guilt for a while longer, but then decided against it, not wanting him to suffer anymore. He scooted closer, pouting as he playfully tilted his head. “Well, I suppose if you could remind me what it felt like, I would be more compelled to forgive you.”

Rosé looked up and clocked the coy look on Denali’s face, and any guilt he had been feeling vanished immediately. Smirking, he turned to face Denali. “Okay, baby. If you say so.”

Gently pushing the boy down on the bench, Rosé hovered over the now blushing Denali, straddling him. Cradling his cheek, he leaned down and kissed him, a simple peck on the lips, and pulled away, smiling when he saw Denali pout.

“That’s it?”

Chuckling, Rosé leaned back down and captured his lips again, this time slanting their mouths and deepening their kiss, sliding their tongues together until Denali was a panting mess. Rosé couldn’t help but smirk when he pulled away and Denali whined, chasing after him. Pressing his thumb to Denali’s kiss swollen lips, he swiped his thumb over his lower lip. Looking into Denali’s blown pupils and feeling the soft puffs of air against his thumb, Rosé leaned back down and they kissed again, thoughts of anything else but each other forgotten as they lay kissing on the bench.

Just two boys so obviously in love with each other under the tranquil night sky.

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It's been a hot minute, but this chapter is dedicated to all the patient and lovely readers out there. I really hope you enjoy this chapter with all it's fluff and stuff and little laughs.

The fic's nearing its end, and from how it's going, it looks like it just might be the happy ending that everyone needs. (:

#rosenali #rosnali #rosénali #rpdr fanfiction #why not me fic #inkpression writes

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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Winner’s Curse Ch. 24

“This looks good, djinn,” Antiquam smiled, looking almost human if the man hadn’t had a arrogant smirk accompanying his words. Or the demeaning way he never referred to her by name. He was like all the rest of the mortal world viewing her as a wish ATM.

Worst, his wishes no doubt would not be selfish but he would also use them to bring pain to others. A more vile kind of master than the average greedy mortal.

“That’s not going to happen. He is not your master.” Jordan reminded herself even as she felt his eyes boring into the back of her head as she heated up his beakers.

Yeah, as if having to be referred to her by what she was, wasn’t humiliating enough. He was asking her to use her phenomenal cosmic powers to heat up his magic objects and potion beakers.

Actually all the villain heads were using her for menial tasks. She was officially Jade’s property but Jade still had to show her loyalty to the Coven and lend her out. Not for actual wishes but just her powers.

So she had to turn ashes to gold for Zevon, conjure up multiple mirrors for Mother Gothel and Queen Grimhilde, and conjure up the rare elemental material needed for Maleficent to recreate her staff.

Each task filled her with disgust, for fulfilling the slave-like labor that genies were known for, what she had always feared she’d end up. It also filled her with dread because each item was further helping the Coven with their spells needed for the invasion.

Except Zevon’s gold, the guy just really wanted to roll around ontop a pile of coins.

But all of that was bearable compared to working under Antiquam’s eyes.

The others had allowed Jade to be in the room, acknowledging that she was the owner. But Antiquam didn;t trust his aunt one bit, and ordered out of the room since he was a “master sorcerer” and didn’t need oversight by a “petty thief.”

Jade had fought with him but eventually relented to going back to her room. Jordan couldn’t fault her exactly. They all had a cover to maintain and with Antiquam already questioning Jade’s rottenness and loyalty, she had to bow out.

At least Jade had full possession of her lamp and was loitering in the hallway in case of emergency. Small comfort that was. Antiquam wouldn’t be able to force her to do something she didn’t want to, but she’d rather avoid an incident entirely.

And while Jade was amiable enough, Jordan just didn’t trust her as much as she would trust say.. Calix or Aziz.

Aziz.

The thought of him pressed down on her like a fist against her spine.

It had been only two days but she missed him.

Not that she wasn’t still angry at him. She was. She was still very very angry at him. Allah whenever she thought of how he said he only tolerated her presence for her mgic, she wanted to burn down a wall. Damnit, hwo dare he lie to her all their lives and make her think he cared about her!

That’s what hurt the most. That even though she frankly distrusted everyone else, and believed no one was to be trusted to love her for herself until after five years of vetting, Aziz was proof that there was one person who was friends with her on her own merits. They just clicked and that was something wish greed or mortal selfishness couldn’t hide.

But he was just like the rest of them.

She was all alone now. The only one who wouldn’t lie to her would be her parents because they had jno ulterior motive for wishes being genies themselves.

And probably Aladdin and Jasmine, but they were like her parents. She couldn’t hang out with them like she did with Aziz, that’d be awkward.

There was Calix, but he didn’t have the same history with her as Aziz did. They couldn’t talk behind people’s backs in Arabic and he know about family pranks and the trials of Auradon Prep.

Aziz filled such a vital and specific place in her life… she could never replace it.

She was going to feel alone forever.

And she wasn’t even trapped inside her lamp like her parents were.

But she would be if the Coven had their way.

Even though Uma said her plan was fool proof, Jordan had doubts. But it wasn’t like she could voice them. She had given up her leadership willingly, she couldn’t change her mind. Especially since she had no plans or suggestions of how to succeed on her own.

She just had to trust Uma and play the powerful sidekick.

The weight on her spine pressed down even more and she paused from heating the beakers to put her head in her hands. Already a migraine was coming on from how much her life sucked.

She knew it was for the best, but Allah it sucked. She had taken this mission because she had thought it would be her chance to become a hero saving all of Auradon, and no one would ever refer to her as just wish fulfilment. She would have substance, she would be seen as brave and heroic, admired for her, not her magic.

And when she had given up her leadership to Uma, playing into the trope of being a bigger person and accepting that Uma would be the one to save them all, Jordan had thought that if she embraced her role asma genie. Be like her parents as everyone expected, be zany and upbeat.

She gave up after five minutes. Well thirty minutes. But a good portion of it, she was drunk. Being sober and upbeat did not come naturally to her, and the thought of fake smiling for the rest of her life made the rest of her hangover nasua come up.

Forever was a long time, and though she knew she was going to experience the unfathomable longness of forever, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. And the thought of being upbeat and wacky for vile masters--She actually wished a muktar would come slithering around the corner to kill her.

But here she was, playing her worst imaginable future. A genie. A slave to a villain. Nothing more than a toy for Antiquam to exploit and…

Jordan paused in her internal monologue to realize that her nightmarish imagining of being Antiquam’s plaything felt vivid. Too vivid as she felt a finger play with her breasts, caressing despite the clothing that layed between her bare skin and his hands.

The weight on her spine was not only heavy but was taking on a piercing sensation, crawling up each vertebrae and her legs felt numb. A sensation she heard described but never felt as a genie she just didn’t get cramps like mortals do.

“Wha-” she croaked, her throat constricted, and like a needle sewing two threads together, her lips sealed.

“You think I need a lamp to control you, djinn? Sure, getting your lamp would have made things easier. However, since you insist on doing things the hard way, I had to look up muhktar geniee-killing manual. The cream I put on you is supposed to paralyze you for a few minutes, since a few minutes is all one needs to kill. Lucky you, I need you for other things,” Antiquam purred, running his hands under her shirt.

Jordan tried to speak again, but a gasp was all she managed. The rest of her body was becoming numb, filled with the acute pins and needles.

She didn’t want to embrace this. She didn’t want to follow the path of her parents. Not like this. Her mind screamed but her body wouldn’t obey. She couldn’t move beyond sliding down to the ground because her legs weren’t holding her up.

“I won’t kill you,’ Antiquam straddled, locking his legs by her hips, and loomed over her so the chandelier’s light gave her a view of his silhouette but none of his mocking features.

His fingers creeped up to her throat with the same, uneasily sensual caress before tightening, “I won’t kill you, but I can.”

He tightened, pressing on her larynx, another gasp was the only thing audible though she could feel the gurgle.

“I can kill you. When you’re my genie, if disobey me or try to swindle me in any way, you better remember this moment. Remember how this hurts,” he pressed down harder, squeezing her throat. Inch by inch, losing space for air to come through. She saw blurred edges and more gurgles and panic bubbled up her throat but wouldn’t be heard.

So this is what it is like to almost die?

Antiquam leaned closer, his features still indistinguishable beyond his gleaming amber eyes and too white smile, but Jordan wouldn’t have gotten any clear view anyway for the rest of the world was growing fuzzier, “Remember how this hurts, because I will make torture a thousand times worse, and you’ll wish I had-”

Whatever Antiquam was about to threaten next was cut off by a thud. Antiquam’s body was suddenly removed from ontop of her, his weight gone though Jordan was still too numb to notice the difference.

She sluggish turned her head to the side like a drunk, her vision clearing to see Jay wrestling Antiquam in a flurry of long hair and robes and pounding his head against the cold stone ground until the man stopped moving.

Jordan stared, wondering if the stillness was another sign of death or if he was unconscious. A new numbness crowded her head. She was in shock a vague rational point of her mind suggested. But all she could do was stare at the unmoving tan fingers that moments ago were squeezing the breath out of her.

“Jordan, you ok?” Jay leaned over her, breathless and slightly blood-splattered but in this moment with the chandelier lights iver him, he looked like a divine hero.

“De-” Jordan croaked, a little feeling creeping into her fingers.

“He’s not dead, just unconscious,” Jay said stiffly, his concern replaced by a poker face, “I’ve never killed.”

Jordan ignored Jay’s defensiveness, trying to roll her wrist and slowly the rest of her limbs from its temporary paralysis.

The door creaked and Jade, Uma and Aziz peeked in with Jade triumphantly whispering, “I knew I heard voices.”

“Are you okay?” Jay asked again.

Jordan sat up, hesitantly touching her arms, savoring the fact that she could feel herself and not just the numbness. She can feel her fingers touching her bicep, Jay straddling her.

Straddling her so similar to Antiquam.

How can she be in this situation again? Why was this her destiny?

To be used and used. To have the possibility of free will and an independent personality like a human but never actually have that choice. To always be the sidekick or enslaved prize in the story while Vks like Jay get to be the hero!

No, no way. Even though she couldn’t stop him from being the hero if Auradon once again, she wasn’t going to give him thanks for it. She hadn’t asked for him to save her.

No, no she hadn’t. Jordan thought as her mind began to rationalize and justify her anger towards Jay. If he hadn’t interrupted, she would have saved herself. She would have broken the cycle of being a used thing.

But no, it was people like Antiquam and Jay that kept her in the position of a sidekick and a genie toy.

“Yeah right I’m fine. I just saw you viciously attack Antiquam like an animal!” Jordan scooted away from him, with a wobbly attempt to stand.

“Hey, I just saved your life!” Jay yelled, “You hate me and I still saved you from Antiquam. What does that make me? Oh, right the hero!” “You’re a VK!” “You’re the asshole who can’t give me a second chance!”

“You stole my lamp!” Jordan yelled. She knew the truth. He was still the son of Jafar after all. He didn’t want to change, and he wasn’t going to, no matter how many people he saved. “That was two years ago, get over it!” “You still steal. You still want-” “Oh Allah, Jordan, get over yourself and apologize to him.” Aziz interrupted.

“You stay out of this,” Jordan hissed, refusing to look at Aziz. She knew if she did, the unwanted lump in her throat would well up with the betrayal she felt that Aziz was only agreeing with Jay because he hated her now.

“See, even he agrees with me,” Jay pointed out victorious, though his face was incredulous at the support, “And he hates me as much as you.” “I don’t hate you,” Aziz protested.

“Don’t act like the good guy. You do! You two are against me all the time for no reason. I’m good now but nothing I do will ever change your mind.” “Oh please. You haven’t been trying to change this whole time. The first time I saw you, you were in FG’s office for stealing. Sorry but it takes a little more than a few months to make someone trust a person who bragged about being the princes of lies.” Aziz scoffed

“I saved Auradon from Maleficent and Uma! That proves enough!” Jay defended

“You only did it because you lived in Auradon too.” Jordan rolled her eyes.

“I. Saved. You. Now.” Jay cried with frustration.

“Jordan, he’s right, thank him,” Aziz repeated to her though Jordan chanced a look to see he was seething too.

“I don’t need you to defend me,” Jay snarled.

“Tajeal min Alsaeb 'an Takun Bijanibik,” (You make it hard to be on your side) Aziz said to himself.

A glimpse of agreement and familiarity returned, and Jordan added in Arabic, “la yumkinuk 'iijra' taghyir ghyr shareiin,” (You can’t make a bastard change).

They shared a knowing smile, something akin to their old rapport returning when Jay, of course, ruined things as usual.

“See this is exactly what I mean. You literally are talking about me to my face.” Jay said.

“Sorry, your dear old Dad didn’t teach you anything but to lie and steal,” Jordan said sarcastically while Aziz chimed, “We invited you to come to Agrabah. You could learn about your heritage if you really wanted to.” “I’d rather stay here than go to Agrabah with you,” Jay shot back

“Wow, nice comeback. The feeling’s mutual.” Aziz shot back

“Like you’re the king of comebacks,” Jordan switched targets, a new rush of irritation from the intrusion of Aziz’s comments in what was supposed to be a fight between her and Jay. After all, if he didn’t want her meddling around in his life, he should give her the same courtesy.

“Just like you’re the goddess of congeniality,” Aziz retorted.

“Why, why am I the one cursed with being shoved with you too. Mal thinks Audrey is the worst. No, you two are the worst!” Jay pulled at his hair as if he wanted to tear it out. Jordan shared the feeling which made Jordan even more furious. She didn’t want to share anything with Jay.

“Nadhil,” She spat.

“Alqawl aleahira” Aziz glared at her.

And Jay let loose the little arabic he did know. All curses.

“Guys, people,” Uma came into the fold between Jordan barely noticed the blue dreads in her view. All she saw was red, and imagined her tongue like burning cat o’ nine tails whipping Aziz and Jay with her worlds. Adding literal heat to their explosive argument.

Steam began to rise from the cement blocks, and Jordan rationally knew they were blowing their cover by being so loud but she didn’t care. These two annoyances had been the source of so much unease and anger and sadness the past month, she wanted them to hurt just as badly.

These foolish stupid mortals who neber had real problems. Never were a slave to a lamp. Just a slave to their greed and selfish desires, using her however they want.They were never the victim of someone like Antiquam. Their pain was barely comparable to hers. She was the one who deserved to be angry.

Uma shoved Jordan and Jay apart, her back toward Aziz, but they all continued yelling. “I’ll handle this,” Calix’s voice whispered, gently pulling Uma away and a cloud of blue mist swirled around them all.

Picking them up and spinning faster and faster like a tornado until they dropped down against the gold walls.

The gold walls of her lamp.

#winner’s curse #chapter twenty four #disney descendants #my fanfic #my fanfiction #antiquam #aziz #jay #jordan #uma #calix #jade #tw: attempted assault

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Shima please tell me about your galaxy brain human Lucario AU I wanna know how it all pans out

NDASKMADMLASMKSA OMG ANON I am more than happy to share :'D This got really REALLY long, I hope you enjoy a good read lmao

So we have. Lucario. As a human. Possibly named after an actual Pokemon Lucario, idk. He's still Aaron's apprentice—trains under him at the castle to become an aura user. However, human Lucario is like. 15, making his connection to Aaron that much more powerful bc he's pretty much baby and Aaron's in his mid twenties practically raising this kid by himself. Lucario views Aaron as kind of a father/guardian figure? He's still so uptight at this point tho;; and he views Lady Rin as a mother (which. Is. SOFT). Rin and Aaron might be in love, it's hard for Lucario to tell, he doesn't Romance. He just focuses on his aura training. Pssh.

Fast forward to the time of the Big Pokemon War. Aaron realizes the only way to stop the fighting is to go find Mew at the Tree of Beginning. However he knows that this is a huge sacrifice—and knowing how loyal Lucario is to him, Aaron knows he'll follow him and be subjected to the same fate. And Aaron's like—Lucario is just a kid, you know? He still has so much more to experience and live for. So while it fucking breaks his heart to shatter Lucario's trust in him (for the time being) and totally ruin his father figure status, Aaron "betrays" Lucario and traps him inside the staff. It's some crazy magic aura crystal thing that seals something inside of it, whether it be a Pokemon, human, spirit, or whatever else. At this point it's also for Lucario's safety—bc nothing can really touch him while he's in there, and they're in the middle of a war, so yeah it's just really good timing and planning to protect his kid. However Aaron, being the adorable himbo dumbass he is, kinda forgets that this is an aura crystal, and therefore needs aura to "unseal" it essentially, which would set Lucario free. Unfortunately after Aaron goes to the Tree and gives up his life to stop the war (cue Titanic music) there's not really any other aura user around. They're pretty rare, even way back then;; so Lucario falls into a deep slumber, being sealed, and is kept there for about 1000 years.

And then!! Ash fucking Ketchum enters the picture!!

Lucario is suddenly woken because he senses Aaron's aura nearby. Absolutely pissed at Dad for leaving him behind, Lucario escapes from the staff and goes to attack, but stops when he realizes Dad is actually not Dad, it is adorable 14 year-old boy who has a similar aura to Aaron. Cue a very disgruntled teenager running through the palace, totally out of place and confused. Eventually he's stopped by Lady Ilene, who explains what's going on. Naturally Lucario's heartbroken—not only is his master/dad/guardian dead, but so is his mother figure, and everybody else he'd once known in the castle. Bc Ilene looks so similar to Rin, Lucario takes comfort from her. Ilene does her best to console him and asks if he'll do her a favor. He leaps at the chance to make her happy—apparently he's a sucker for getting good Parent Figures to like him—and agrees to go help Ash and co. find Pikachu at the Tree of Beginning.

Instead of Lucario doing the Naruto run ahead of the group (which like. How the fuck is he so fast...) he actually sits in the car in the passenger's seat with Kidd doing the driving for him, bc hell if a human can run for that long and not be totally wiped out afterward (also he just woke up from a 1000 year nap. Yeahhh. Not gonna happen.) Also baby has no idea what the fuck a car even is so he's a bit nervous around it, and Kidd's like "Um yeah no I'm not letting you drive. Just tell me where to go" so Lucario uses his aura to lead her. Things progress p much the same way, with Lucario getting strangely attached to Ash despite not wanting to, at all, but it's hard because Ash is just Perfect and a Good Boy and pretty much gives Lucario the sort of attention he craves. Eventually tho that all comes to a head when Ash brings up his friendship with Pikachu. Lucario's still bitter about Aaron and honestly can't bring himself to trust any of them—and is pissed at himself for having taken a liking to Ash despite that—so that leads into their giant fight in the first step of their enemies to lovers trope. Ha. Even so, he still gets consoled by Max (and is given CHOCOLATE!! Which is the most fucking heavenly thing he's ever tasted), and witnesses Ash unable to sleep bc of his honest worry for Pikachu. Lucario does some Deep Thinking to himself about his relations to the group.

The next day, the group activates the Time Flower that recorded Aaron's entire abandonment of Lucario. Believe it or not being a young kid in training for a war tends to give you a bit of trauma, so Lucario freaks out a little and starts attacking the hollow projections of the enemy Pokemon. Ash manages to calm him down. Lucario collapses and asks why Aaron had abandoned him. What did he do wrong? Why would Aaron turn against the kingdom? Why did Aaron trap him in the staff? He doesn't know shit and it's frustrating. Ash comes up to him and apologizes, and as soon as the waterworks turn on Lucario's like oh nooo. Oh NOOOO. Here's this boy laying his heart out on his sleeve and is so honest and open and sincere that he can't help but feel awful for how he treated him. Lucario immediately forgives Ash and is like "I will now protect you with my life" bc Ash is baby and Lucario realizes for the first time!! He's made an actual friend with somebody that isn't his dad or the queen! And if he's friends with Ash that means he can be friends with Brock and May and Max and Kidd too. The prospect is EXCITING. He can trust these people now, he knows, because they saw what happened and they believed him about Aaron. They're choosing to side with him over the "kingdom's hero" and that honestly means a lot—it's a huge commitment and Lucario's just. Super grateful that he has a group of people backing him up. Lucario promises himself that he'll reunite Ash and Pikachu, bc if he were given the chance he'd reunite with the people he once held dear too. Ash and Pikachu really care about each other and Lucario admires and respects that a lot and he wants to make Ash happy so!! He's like. It is my personal mission to see that we find Pikachu successfully. And Ash is just like :'D !!! And it's that moment when Lucario realizes that he might like Ash a biiit more than he originally thought he did. Huh.

Literally not even 30 seconds after that revelation Regirock attacks and Lucario almost has a fucking aneurysm because he JUST made friends with these people!! And now they're going to get killed if he's not careful! Story of his life. He immediately shifts into Protect Ash Mode™ and hurries everyone to safety. Things are crazy. Lucario has too much of a burden on his shoulders. He's stressed. But Ash is with him and that makes things a little bit better so he focuses on getting them to where they need to go and protecting them along the way. Big job for such a young kid. Whew!!

Traveling through the Tree of Beginning, weird antibodies keep voring people, and it's not fun. At one point Lucario takes the bullet for Kidd, but is mysteriously released (probably bc of his aura and his connection to Aaron, who gave up his life, which gave energy to the tree and to Mew. So there's a connection there. The tree kinda sees Lucario as one of its own.) Finally, finally! Ash and Pikachu are reunited! Lucario can immediately sense how close they are and how much of a bond they have. Seeing someone with so much history with Ash makes Lucario a bit shy around Pikachu, but it’s cool, they warm up to each other eventually!

Right after this, Ash and the others find out that May, Brock and Max were devoured by the antibodies. Lucario barely has any time to grieve for them before the Regis burst in and essentially trap him as Ash and Kidd are attacked by the cells next. Lucario watches in absolute horror as Ash is swallowed up. It’s like Aaron all over again—and this time it’s worse because Ash hadn’t done anything wrong, and Lucario had really come to trust him and admire him as a person. It’s absolutely fucking heartbreaking. He watches in hollow-eyed despair as Pikachu and Ash’s other Pokemon cry over him. Everything sucks. The world is a nightmare. Lucario almost wishes he’d gotten swallowed too. Why is it always him that’s the last one standing, the only one left, the remainder to deal with the carnage and the loss by himself? Then Mew performs its voodoo magic and lo and behold!! Ash and the others are miraculously revived! Lucario is absolutely overjoyed and relieved. It’s then that he realizes he’d be absolutely devastated if he lost Ash for good—even more so than Aaron. At this point he’s kinda come to terms about Aaron’s death, though it still hurts because there’s so many questions left unanswered.

Of course right after this Mew collapses and everything goes to shit again. Great. (Can he get like five seconds to maybe just breathe?? Idk.) At the center of the Tree of Beginning, Lucario finds Aaron’s gloves and things start to click into place. Maybe...the stories were true? Lucario activates the Time Flower there and realizes what Aaron had done, his noble sacrifice, and why he couldn’t bear to get Lucario involved. Lucario breaks down in tears bc he’s so relieved and yet so unbearably sad. Aaron was like his father. Someone who cared for him so immensely and deeply. Aaron urged Lucario to continue on and live his life to the fullest—that’s what he wanted for him, after all. But at this point Lucario isn’t sure if he can. Mew needs saving, after all.

Lucario decides he’ll follow in Aaron’s footsteps and save Mew, no matter how sad it makes him to have to leave his new friends so early. Ash immediately protests, along with Kidd, and Lucario tells them that it’s a risk he has to take, just like Aaron. Mew and the Tree need his power more than ever now, and he can’t just abandon them. He starts to pour all of his aura into Mew, but it’s not enough. Ash puts on Aaron’s gloves and jumps in, deciding to help out. Lucario is grateful but also very panicked because Ash literally just came back to life—he couldn’t bear losing him a second time, especially since he already lost Aaron. Lucario tries to bump him out of the way but Ash absolutely won’t let him!! If they’re going down they’re going down together. Ash tells him that he can’t watch Lucario take on the burden by himself over and over—that he wants to split the weight and make things even. Cue a very emotional tense moment between two boys about to sacrifice their lives together. Neither of them want the other to die, but they don’t really have a choice. Mew absorbs their power and then…

Lucario wakes up.

And he’s alive. Holy fuck!! (There’s no fucking way I’d kill him nope not happening not this time bitches)

Apparently splitting the burden of giving one’s life energy to another with a second person eases the consequences—leaving both Ash and Lucario alive (which makes him realize that if he’d gone with Aaron all those years ago and split the burden, both of them would have lived. But strangely Lucario wouldn’t trade that opportunity for what he has now.) Ash literally jumps on him and hugs him so tight he nearly dies a second time, but it’s fine. It’s a good way to go.

The tree is safe, and so is Mew. Ash rejoins the others, bringing Lucario with him. They all have a merry little reunion, and then head back to the castle together.

At this point, Ilene thanks Lucario for all he’d done—for Ash and co. and for the tree and Mew. She then sets Lucario free—saying he can do whatever he wishes, he can follow any path in life he wants to now! Suddenly there’s a whole world full of possibilities, and that world is there for him to explore. He can practically hear Aaron encouraging him to take a step into the unknown, journey to his heart’s content, make tons of friends, and master his aura. Except Lucario isn’t really sure he wants to take the trip by himself. He bashfully asks Ash if they’d be alright with him joining them. Ash is absolutely fucking ecstatic, of course. He asks Lucario to teach him how to properly use his aura, and Lucario has a big self revelation moment like “The student has become the master” and it’s magical. So we hit off a brand new adventure with Lucario traveling with Ash, Brock, May, and Max, and teaching Ash how to hone his aura! Which gives us more aura Ash moments, which everybody craves! And it’s kinda gay and lovely!!

And that is my rewrite happy ending for Lucario and the Mystery of Mew thank you goodnight ✌️

#Shima answers questions #Pokemon #Pokeani #Lucario #Long post #Ash Ketchum #Aurashipping #Anipoke #Lucario and the Mystery of Mew #Human Lucario #May #Max #Brock #Shima’s AUs #I had FUN writing this LOL #Hope you enjoy uwu

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makeste · 5 years

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ITP: an incomplete but lovingly assembled list of people who have it out for my kid

hi anon, thank you!!

and omg. I... don’t know, lol. like, I’ve thought about it before, but I always just ended up going “???”. there just doesn’t seem to be anyone tailor-made for him, and it’s honestly weird. shounen tropes have taught me that these things are always foreshadowed in advance. so where is it? WHERE IS THE FORESHADOWING, WHERE ARE MY TROPES. he literally got kidnapped by a whole troupe of them and not a one made any real effort to click. that was like the villain equivalent of The Bachelor and it still didn’t get us anywhere omg.

anyways, since I’m undecided, I’ve taken the liberty of listing and rating all of the Possible Bakugou Antagonists I could think of on a scale of 1 to 10, and I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t enjoy every second of it, either.

Spinner - 1/10

no offense Spinner. you’re a great guy. but we just didn’t connect. you have absolutely nothing in common. those sparks just aren’t flying. I’m sorry. you’ll find someone someday I know it just keep being true to yourself.

Stain - 1/10

gtfo.

Mr. Compress - 2.5/10

I have no idea who Mr. Compress will end up battling, but it won’t be Bakugou. how do I know this? I just know.

Dabi - 3/10

honestly, Dabi kind of has chemistry with everyone. so it’s a shame he’s already spoken for. by three other people, no less. between Endeavor, Shouto, and Hawks, he’s really got his hands full already. it really is a pity because he was the one who actually kidnapped Bakugou, like grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him through the portal and everything. but he has beef with too many other people to make room in his fridge for even more. sorry Bakugou.

someone from the Liberation Army - 3.5/10

they had better not! he deserves someone more interesting! but, the one thing they do have going for them is their fierce commitment to the whole QUIRKS ARE SUPERIOR!! ideology, because I do have to admit, there’s a part of me that does like the idea of Reformed Shithead Bakugou Katsuki taking a stand against some prejudiced dickbags. so yeah. but also, no.

Twice - 4/10

honestly this rating is too high. there’s no chemistry here either. but on the other hand, Twice is basically the Kirishima of villains, and I just really enjoy the concept of him antagonizing Bakugou lol. plus he does have the whole Satisfying Cannon Fodder thing going for him too on account of he can clone himself x infinity and just attack Baku in waves only to get repeatedly blown up. this does win him extra points, because I feel like one of the important criteria for a Bakugou Antagonist is the ability to actually put up not just a good fight, but an entertaining one, and that’s pretty difficult against a quirk like Kacchan’s. so yeah. this honestly won’t happen but if it did I would be down for it.

Gigantomachia - 4.5/10

on the one hand, Machia is insanely powerful and definitely a worthy antagonist. but on the other hand he has no personality whatsoever aside from LOYAL TO AFO!!! so yeah, he gets mad points for being a challenge, but I can’t see him having staying power.

okay so now we’re done with the ones who really have no chance, and on to the ones who genuinely could really pull it off. starting with...

Toga - 6/10

okay so Toga is pretty much a lockdown for being Ochako’s main villain honestly. but I’m gonna give her a decent score anyway, for three reasons:

(1) I love her.

(2) Bakugou is thus far the only male character in the series who’s actually had a real fight against a female character, and not pulled any punches. yeah boy!! he’s a feminist! so I would kind of love to see this even though Horikoshi probably won’t. boo.

and last but not least, (3) THE MIND GAMES. omg. who wouldn’t love to see Toga transform herself into Deku or Kirishima or BEST JEANIST NOOOO or Camie or whoever else you can think of that might fuck with Bakugou’s head. yesssss. god I love Toga so much.

anyways!

Hagakure the U.A. traitor - 7/10

see above re: mind games. you’ll notice that the top tier of this list consists solely of villains who (with the exception of Tomura) all have the whole Now It’s Personal thing going for them. this is especially important because there is no clear-cut candidate to be Bakugou’s antagonist yet. so if he’s going to get one, they’re gonna have to get cracking on that bad blood between them so he can get his vengeance on. anyways the traitor will probably wind up being someone else’s main villain in the end, but they still get a high score because they would do an excellent job if they did end up being Bakugou’s villain.

Hawks - 7.5/10

on the one hand, not an actual villain. but on the other hand, YOU KILLED MY MASTER angst for daaaaaaaays omg. holy shit. Hawks what kind of hole have you dug yourself into?? you probably think you’re so slick you can just fly out of any and all metaphorical holes. BUT NOT IF THE HOLES BLOW YOU UP, HAWKS. anyways yeah. I don’t think Hawks will be a final villain, but as things currently stand there is a very high likelihood of there being at least some temporary antagonism between them, and my verdict is: bring it.

Shigaraki Tomura - 8/10*

the * is there because this score is contingent on Deku and Bakugou facing off against Tomura together. as it is, Tomura’s been built up to be Deku’s antagonist, so he’s not going to go after Bakugou instead unless Gang Green is also there. even though Tomura did engineer Bakugou’s kidnapping and all but single-handedly launched his character development into orbit, so there is history there! but yeah, I just can’t see it happening unless they double team him. that being said, the odds of that are actually pretty good IMO, hence the high score.

All For One - 8.5/10*

same deal as Tomura! but he gets a higher score on account of him actually being the final villain. so if you, like me, believe that the series is building up to Deku and Bakugou working together to become The Greatest Heroes as a team, then you have to assume that this battle is inevitable. unless you’re all-in on Tomura being the final villain instead, in which case see the previous entry.

confession time: I’ve had this plot bunny?/headcanon?/?? thing in my head for the longest time in which the League launches a huge attack on U.A. near the end of the series, and either AFO or Tomura goes after All Might and almost finishes him off, but then Bakugou steps in before they can finish the job, and proceeds to take them on solo. and he puts up an insanely good fight, but loses in the end (because he’s still just a kid! HIS TRAINING IS NOT COMPLETE) and nearly dies and/or has his quirk stolen, but then Deku and/or the others show up, and the villains leave (for some reason. shh). it’s my self-indulgent hurt/comfort as-a-result-of-being-a-self-sacrificing-badass fantasy. anyways then he probably passes out in All Might’s arms or something because I love me some Dad Might angst also. the thing is, if Bakugou ever finds out about Nighteye’s prophecy, there’s a good chance he’ll react even worse than Deku, because it already almost came true, and it would have been his fault. All Might actually went into the Kamino battle thinking that was the end for him, even. willingly ready to give up his own life to save this kid. can you imagine if Kacchan ever learns that. anyways so yeah the idea of him taking a potentially fatal blow for All Might in order to stop the prophecy coming true is something that’s stuck with me for a while now. and it has just about nothing to do with Final Villains, but I just thought I’d throw that out there because that’s one way to establish some Now It’s Personal hella beef between two characters for sure. having one of them nearly kill the other while targeting his mentor lol. anyways I went off on a real tangent, my bad.

so now, drum roll please! last but not least, we have...

Ujiko - 9/10

you guys. like 3/4 of the way through this post I suddenly went “!!!!” and remembered, OH YEAH, WHAT ABOUT THAT GUY WHO FUCKING TORTURED AND KILLED BAKUGOU’S CHILDHOOD FRIEND, THOUGH. holy shit. I forgot all about him. and also, what the hell, what is this thing all of a sudden where people whom Bakugou is secretly fond of keep getting secretly murdered by villains and he doesn’t know about it omg. like, why is that an actual trend. between all that and the prophecy, it’s like Horikoshi is actually just hoarding this huge pile of Things That Bakugou Doesn’t Know About Yet That Will Absolutely Fuck Up His Day When He Finds Out. like, I picture him stacking up a bunch of heavy boxes just behind a doorway and then waiting for Bakugou to step into the room so he can push the boxes over and they all fall on him and probably kill him fuuuuuuck.

anyways, but yeah. Ujiko, though. I really do think he’s got the best chance of becoming the main villain for Bakugou now that I think about it. all of the criteria are there.

(1) Satisfying Cannon Fodder - you get a Noumu! EVERY! BODY! GETS! NOUMUUUUUUUS fff but yeah. if you want bad guys for Bakugou to fight that he can blow up without feeling guilty, Ujiko’s your guy. -- though on the other hand, maybe he will feel guilty if and when he learns what the Noumus actually are. oh my god. which brings me to point two!

(2) ANGST FOR DAYYYYYYYS - hey guys, so everyone knows about this fun little thing, right?

okay so the short version is this: in a volume 7 omake, Horikoshi strongly implied that the winged Noumu who kidnapped Deku and was subsequently killed by Stain during the Hero Killer arc is -- or was -- Katsuki and Deku’s childhood friend Tsubasa. so right away, that’s fucked up. and it gets worse! because Horikoshi went on to include yet another hint tucked away in a corner of the first databook, confirming that Tsubasa was actually the grandson of that doctor in chapter one who diagnosed Deku as quirkless. the same doctor who is 99.9% confirmed to actually be AFO’s personal physician and the architect of the Noumus.

so yeah. this man took his own grandson and turned him into a lab experiment who was later murdered by another villain. and oh yes, that murder just so happened to caught on tape and subsequently went viral. holy shit.

I have been waiting and waiting and waiting for this shoe to finally drop, guys, and I’ll continue to be patient. but holy shit, though. anyways, so yeah. if/when Kacchan and Deku learn about this, I can’t even imagine how they’ll react. but it’s safe to say that Ujiko has the Now It’s Personal factor more than covered. if Katsuki is going to go on a roaring rampage of revenge toward anyone, it’s this motherfucker right here.

and last but not least, (3) Ujiko is kind of at this perfect tier of almost-but-not-quite final villain level. like, he’s the guy behind the scenes. not on the same level as AFO, but there have definitely been hints that he’s pulling Tomura’s strings more than Tomura realizes. he seems to be AFO’s right hand man, honestly. so yeah, huge plot importance here, and definitely worthy of being a foil to the series’s deuteragonist. I can definitely see it happening.

so that’s it! I’m sure I’ve missed some people, but I think I got the big ones. anyways, this has been your friendly reminder that the Noumu are going to fuck everyone’s shit up, and there are tidal waves of angst on the horizon that we honestly might not survive. good thing we have a budding hero to root for who always wins no matter what. godspeed, kid.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #daruma ujiko #all for one #lots of other villains I give up I'm not gonna tag them all #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #bnha meta #asks #anon asks #bakugou meta

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gammathetaalpha · 5 years

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And There Was Only One Bed: OC/Steve

This is a gift fic for the lovely @the-average-procrastinator ( based on her Universal series which I totally recommend checking out), and the fanfiction trope “And there was only bed!!!!”. Thank you for writing awesome fanfiction! Guys, she writes Sutton, Steve, and the rest of the cast so well! Check her stuff out!

This is PG, kid-friendlyish!

Background: The Avengers end up in our universe (1st fic), and after a series of events, Sutton ends up in their universe, universe hops for a bit, and generally just gets into mischief (fics 2 and 3). Now, her and Steve are on a mission for SHIELD...

Disclaimer: Sutton belongs entirely to Talk With Your Hands, Steve Rogers to the bourgeoise Marvel, I’m just Barbara the shameless matchmaker.

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“And I’m sure sharing a room won’t be an inconvenience.”

Sutton stiffened. Her face grew hot.

“One room?” She squeaked.

The older SHIELD agent peered over her glasses with an innocent smile.

“Yes, dear. I’m afraid that’s all I can offer. But the bed is queen-sized, and you won’t take up much space. I’m sure two seasoned SHIELD agents like you will be able to adjust.”

There was a strained moment of silence. Next to her, Steve shifted. HIs bicep bumped her arm in a not too subtle hint. Sutton’s face grew redder.

“Ah, yep. That’s fine! Not a problem for er, seasoned SHIELD agents like us!”

Her cheery smile widened.

“Good! Your room is right back here.”

They picked up their bags and trailed after Barbara.

Of course. They couldn’t have just one mission without some snafu. There had to be at least one band of enhanced assassins, or rabid bats, or matchmaking old ladies. For gosh’s sake, why couldn’t Sutton take the couch, or the armchair, or even the hammock on the porch?

Was the fact that she liked him that obvious? Sutton knew she wasn’t the most inexpressive person, but she thought she did a pretty good job controlling her emotions!

They followed Barbara, carrying their suitcases to the end of the short hall. Barbara opened the door, and took a step back.

“You two make yourselves comfortable. Bathroom is right across the hall. There’s extra blankets on the top shelf in the closet. You might need them. It’s going to be cold the next few days.”

Sutton peered past the door, into the room. It was… functional. A desk with a chair, a dresser.

One bed.

“Thank you, Barbara,” Steve said. “You have a good night.”

“You too.” The old woman gave another too-innocent smile, and shuffled away.

Steve doesn’t look at her as he puts his suitcase in the corner of the room, opens it up. Sutton waits until Barbara is out of hearing distance before speaking.

“I’m taking the floor and you won’t talk me out of it.”

He doesn’t turn around.

“For five days?”

Sutton drops her duffel with a thump.

“I’m not changing my mind. Because I know you. You’re going to act all noble, and insist on sleeping on the floor for five days, and you might be a super soldier, but I have manners, darnit, and you won’t convince me otherwise.”

She’d gone slightly red in the face. Sutton wasn’t sure if it was from her rant or because he’d bent over and nope she was definitely not checking him out.

“I wasn’t going to,” he responded mildly.

Sutton blinked.

“Really?”

He turned around, pajamas and toothbrush in hands.

“Really. Barbara said there’s blankets in the closet, take a pillow off the bed, make yourself comfortable.”

He left the room. Sutton stared at the spot where’d he been, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

That had gone smoother than expected.

Much too smoothly, Sutton realized later, as she re-emerged from the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s tone was even.

“Making my bed.”

“Steve,” Sutton grumbled. “We already talked about this. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Sure.”

He grabbed a pillow and tucked himself under the thin blanket on the floor. There was barely a centimeter of padding between him and the cold wood floor.

“Steve… I’m sleeping on the floor so you can sleep on the bed.”

He looked up at that point, with big, innocent blue eyes. His mouth seemed to be wrestling with itself. Half of it insisted in curving upward into a smile and the other half was doing its best to stay in a straight line, and the expression was pretty endearing. It would be so easy to just forgive him and let him get away with it, because he’d make the cutest little victory smirk, and--.

No. Bad Sutton. She would not crumble.

“If you sleep on the floor, then so will I,” Steve insisted.

She put her hands on her hips, flicked out the light, and stomped to the other side of the bed, where her own makeshift nest lay.

“Your ploy won’t work. I’m not. Changing. My mind.”

She resolutely climbed under her quilt, and dropped her head on the pillow.

He just had to be so chivalrous, and couldn’t just take the bed. Her hip was already hurting, and if hers was, his must have been too.

And it was cold. She hadn’t noticed it earlier, had been too caught up in the moment, but now it soaked through the quilt, emanated out from the floorboards. Within five minutes, she was shivering uncontrollably. Steve wouldn’t be suffering through this right now with her, if he just could’ve taken the bed.

Sutton drifted in and out of sleep through the entire night, shifting from her right, to her left, to her back, her stomach, eventually curled up in a foetus position, in an attempt to get comfortable and not sacrifice too much body heat. But really, it wasn’t all that bad.

She’d jolt awake every time she heard Steve shift, or the squeaky floorboard somewhere underneath him creak. Maybe, just maybe he’d given up and climbed into the bed and she could rest knowing she was victorious? Unfortunately, each time he’d just changed positions.

She gave up on sleeping somewhere between the time when the room had reached its coldest and Steve got up and left.

It was going to be a long five days.

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By the end of day one, tiny little elves with jackhammers had crawled into Sutton’s head and were drilling holes. By the end of day two, the shadows were so pronounced under Sutton’s eyes, scribbling at them with black sharpie would have been an improvement. By the end of day three, she was completely, utterly miserable. Conversations consisted of monosyllabic sentences and she’d had so much coffee, she was having heart palpitations. Her eyelids were made of cement, her muscles were solid lead, and every movement was like trudging through thick, sludgy pancake batter.

She needed her eight hours, darnit.

And Steve still hadn’t caved.

There was hope. His concerned looks had grown more frequent. He had his own shadows under his eyes. Surely he would finally see reason. Sutton had reason to hope night four would be the night.

That night was the coldest yet. There was a dreary rain thoroughly chilling the already freezing October air. The floorboards were made of solid ice. Sutton’s quilt might as well have not existed for all the good it did. As she lay there, shivering, she was certain it couldn’t get any worse.

She was wrong.

The sniffles started around midnight. For awhile, she tried to keep them quiet, then realized it was an exercise in futility because her roommate was a super soldier. Even though Sutton was the tiredest she’d been in a very long time, her body refused to go to sleep. It was just too cold.

Never before had anything felt so tempting. It would be so easy to abandon mission, and climb under the fluffy, thick comforter, and the soft, flannel sheets, and wrap herself into a human burrito, and be warm for the first time since this miserable trip had begun.

But no. She’d made it this far and she wouldn’t back down now.

Cold. She was so cold.

Sutton wasn’t fully conscious, but she wasn’t fully out of it, either. At some point during the miserable night, there was a sudden warmth. She tucked herself as close to the source as she possibly could, and buried her head into her pillow.

She was never leaving.

Suddenly it clicked that the picture wasn’t quite right.

Sutton’s eyes shot open.

Oh no.

She couldn’t see a thing, but of course she couldn’t, because her face was buried in her pillow, but last time she’d checked, her pillow didn’t rise and fall rhythmically, and have a heartbeat, and--

Oh no.

Very, very delicately, Sutton untangled herself from Steve, with such poise and caution he certainly wouldn’t wake up and find himself in this very unexplainable situation, with Sutton clinging to him.

There was just enough light coming through the window for her to see his wide open eyes.

Ohnonononono.

Sutton’s face flamed red.

“Um…. hello?”

Steve’s face turned red too.

“You were cold,” he immediately explained. “I could feel you shivering from the other side of the room. You haven’t slept a wink this entire trip, and I didn’t want you to get sick, and you’re not the easiest person to be around when you don’t sleep.”

He realized what he said and winced.

“Sorry! I just meant…” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Actually, I’m not quite sure what I meant. I just thought you were cold, and if you weren’t going to get at least get a few extra blankets…”

There was a funny feeling in Sutton’s stomach. She hoped it wasn’t that sickness Steve was worried about.

“No, no, it’s okay! You’re just being nice, is all. I um… appreciate the gesture.”

He shifted away. There was a sudden decrease in temperature around Sutton, and goosebumps formed.

“Um, actually-” She began, before she could stop herself. He paused.

The words left her mouth without her permission.

“You’re probably pretty cold too, you know. If you won’t take the bed either, then you could…”

Stay? Her tongue formed the word, but she couldn’t get it out of her mouth.

There was that half-smile again. Sutton found herself smiling too, despite herself.

“It is pretty cold,” he agreed. “And it would be mutually beneficial to share body heat.”

“Yep.”

She hoped she wasn’t getting sick, because her stomach really did feel funny, and there was a bit of an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

He hesitated, then slid back under her quilt.

There were a few moments of awkwardly staring at the ceiling, wondering what was her life, when Steve spoke up.

“It might be a bit more comfortable if we move up to the bed.”

“Ummm…. Yeah. That makes sense.”

They stood up, picked up their respective pillows, and climbed into the big bed.

The comforter was even softer than Sutton imagined. Her fingers sunk into the plush fabric. The mattress was a startling contrast after sleeping on the cold, hard floor. It felt like a hug, almost as good as a hug from Ste-

Nope. Not thinking that thought.

Most importantly, it was pleasantly warm, especially when Steve climbed under the covers a moment later. This mutual sharing of body heat thing was pretty clever, Sutton had to admit.

They were both settled moments later, on their respective sides of the bed. They had given each other plenty of distance, but he was close enough that she could hear the whispery inhale of breath through his nose, then the gentle exhale moments later. Sutton’s eyes instantly began to drift shut.

A thought occurred to her. Sutton opened her eyes and turned to face him.

“Wait. This isn’t all a scheme to get me to sleep in the bed, right? You’re not going to sneak out and go back to sleeping on the floor?”

“Never even crossed my mind.”

There was silence for more moments, then another thought came to head. The thought sent nervous stabs through her gut.

She halved the safe distance between them, and put her head on his shoulder. He froze.

“Just so I know you don’t sneak away,” Sutton quickly justified.

At his silence, the anxiety stabs in her gut doubled. Her sleep deprivation was interfering with her decision making skills. This was too far.

Then Steve relaxed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and intertwined his fingers in hers.

“Just so I know you don’t sneak away either.”

Sutton had absolutely no intention to.

#fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve/oc #steve x oc #steve rogers x oc

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pherryt · 5 years

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Happy Holidays! Fanfic ask game: F, H, S

sorry about the delay - first my kid commandeered me and then I struggled to find the right things for the first question! lol

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oof, this has gotta be the hardest bit. i've written so much... i may not be picking my absolute favorite but let's see what i can dig up... also, because most of what i’ve been writing lately is winterhawk, that’s what i’m going with:

From Wild Child:

Clint smiled at her as charmingly as he could and gave her a shrug. He let go of Bucky’s hand, feeling it twitch reluctantly as he did so, then lifted his hands and signed. “Can I keep them?”

She sighed and strode forward, keeping a wary eye on Bucky. “Here you go, moron.” She held out his spare BTE’s and with a sigh of relief he slipped them on in time to catch Tony’s voice as he came down the ramp.

“Oh no, you’re not keeping the horse!” Tony exclaimed. “Forget it, birdbrain.”

“Awww… but Tony!” Clint whined good-naturedly. “Tony, my man, Tones, the Tonester –“

“Quit it with the pet names. Only I get to do that. Kinda my thing. Whoa!” Clint knew the second Tony had finally caught sight of Bucky hovering behind him and beside the horse, doing his best to be overlooked. “I’ve changed my mind. You can keep the horse, but Terminator has to stay!”

Nat rolled her eyes behind Tony’s back and Clint had to stifle a chuckle.

“You can’t make him stay. I’m pretty sure Steve’ll cry if you leave Bucky behind,” Clint said. He got a sly look on his face. “Do you want to make Captain America cry?”

Tony gaped at him, pointed, his mouth opening and closing a few times, then said, “You fight dirty, Barton.”

From How to Claim a Super Soldier

“Love?” Bucky’s voice was strangled now, all the amusement gone.

Clint blinked. Oh, shit. “Oh shit. Did I say that out loud? C’mon man, I got a fever. I’m delirious. Got no clue what I’m saying. Please don’t be mad at me,” Clint begged, letting go of Bucky’s jeans. “I can still be friends. I know how to do that, promise.”

Bucky stood, the chair falling to the floor with a clatter and Clint stopped breathing, he was sure, his eyes blurred with tears –

And then suddenly Bucky’s face was inches from his own and Clint blinked again as hands grasped his face gently, Bucky’s eyes boring into Clint’s.

“I’m not the only one around here hard on themselves, sweetheart,” Bucky said gruffly. “And you’re not the only one harboring feelings for an ex assassin.”

“Nat-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I ain’t spendin’ all the free time I think I can get away with without it being weird with Nat. I’m spendin’ it with you, doll,” Bucky said, his Brooklyn drawl getting thicker with nearly every word. “You think there might be a reason for that?”

I couldn’t choose! Honestly, i could probably drop tons and tons of these.

okay, why am i proud of them? They’ve both got humor and i’m always tickled pink when i can get that right, and i can HEAR their voices in my heads, like they just ‘clicked’ into place, y’know?

H: How would you describe your style?

Hmmm.... i'm not sure. I mean, if someone asked me to describe someone elses, i wouldn't be able to do that either. What's a style? A generator told me three times with different writing samples that I wrote much like Agatha Christie...

maybe... organic? which is probably the wrong word for it (oops! i'm a writer, i swear!) Like, there are so many things i want to explore and i'd love to have more beautiful language to do it, but more often then not, i write like i talk? I mean, i've gotten a lot of compliments on my dialogue cause it's fairly natural instead of stilted, but to me, the dialogue feels like just an extension of the narration? Maybe cause I use character POV's for that?

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

So many - Tub Sharing (What do you mean that's not a trope? IT SHOULD BE! it' like, next level bed sharing!!!)

Also, Soulmates, touch starved, found family, hurt/comfort - these are probably my faves but definitely not limited too.

thank you for ask!! :D now to work on cooking dinner. there may be some... issues with how thawed the turkey is. *eyes it nervously*

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sadlittlenerdking · 7 years

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Rupert

I didn’t really know what to do with this, but then I got this idea. And I’m not sure how I feel about it, but here you go?

He’s fifteen when he realizes. Honestly, he’s always suspected that his dads loved each other, but growing up, they’d always just been there. And they’d always just been . . . them. Close and somehow, not. He’d had moments before, obviously, where he expected Papa El to lean in and kiss Dad, but then, he just leaned passed him, and picked up a new mosaic piece, and in all honesty, Rupert’s attention span has never been long enough to really pay too much attention to his parents beyond that.

But, there’s a day, just a few weeks after he turns fifteen, when he walks out of their little cottage in the woods, and sees his dad and his papa kneeling over the mosaic. Papa El has his hand on Dad’s back, gently stroking, as he points at something Rupert can’t see, and Dad’s slumped over, nodding. Then Papa El laughs, loud and boisterous, in the way only dad can make him laugh. And he stands upright, turning away from him, pointing a finger and calling out a harmless jab. All normal, unsuspecting, average interactions. Papa El’s laugh fades into a chuckle, as he turns to head towards the garden, turning his back on dad. But, that’s when Rupert see’s it.

Dad doesn’t turn his attention back on the mosaic, like Rupert expects, instead, he just stares after Papa El, watching him with this soft look on his face. Rupert’s seen the look before, obviously, you don’t live with two people for fifteen years and not see every expression their faces can possibly make, but it’s the first time it really clicks.

Maybe it’s because he’s finally found someone of his own to love, in Annabeth in the village across the stream. Or, maybe it’s that he’s finally old enough to understand the look in his dad’s eyes. He’s not sure. All he knows, is Dad is holding a piece of the mosaic in his hands, flipping it over and over absentmindedly, as he watches Papa El walk away. His eyebrows curl in, and his mouth falls open, a slight quirk to the corner of it. And his eyes are all bright and happy.

Dad loves Papa El.

But then Papa El turns around, still grinning, and Dad shakes his head with a roll of his eye’s in Papa El’s directions and focuses his attention back on the mosaic.

Rupert frowns.

And then, because he’s a meddlesome teenager with exactly zero sense of self control or common logic, he marches over to his dad, and stands next to him, staring down at a puzzle that’s only a quarter of the way through. Dad smiles at him, pats him on the shoulder, and sits down to place the tile that he’d been holding. Rupert sits down on the little lip at the side of the mosaic. “So,” He says, nonchalant, “You love Papa El?”

Dad freezes for a moment, before looking up with an almost cautious, confused smile, “Of course I do, Rup. He’s my best friend.”

Rupert rolls his eyes, leaning in, “Dad,” He says, softer now, eyes darting up to Papa El to make sure he’s not listening. He’s not. He’s too focused on checking on his prized tomatoes. “I mean. Like you loved Mama.” he raises his eyes as Dad’s shoulders tense up almost imperceptibly. But, as naive and blind as Rupert is, he’s not blind to his fathers nervous ticks. It’s one of the things every teenager should know—that way they know which parent to go to when they want to ask for something.

“Rup . . .”

“Why don’t you tell him?”

Dad watches him for a moment, mouth falling open slightly, before he shaking his head, running a hand through his hair and shuffling across the mosaic to grab a green tile. “I don’t know why we’re discussing this,” He mutters, “It’s not even—I don’t—“ He huffs, sitting up on his haunches and glaring at Rupert. “Go to your room.”

Rupert rolls his eyes, “Seriously?”

“Yes!”

“No.”

Dad glares, though it holds no heat. It almost feels like a silent pleading. Like he’s asking Rupert to please stop. But Rupert is relentless, so he holds the glare. Tries to be more intimidating. Which isn’t hard. Dad isn’t the intimidating one. Papa El is the one who can practically glare a three headed bare off. Dad couldn’t even scare a teddy bear. He’d probably just make the bear cry and cuddle him.

Dad’s a softie. Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s why he’s the one Rupert usually goes to for anything.

“You’re too young to understand,” Dad finally says. “And we’re not discussing this.”

“I could ask Papa.”

Dad’s eyes flash, like Rupert’s betrayed him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I mean. Wouldn’t i?”

Dad levels him with an almost dangerous look, before sighing again, and sitting up. “Rup,” He says, soft, twisting his neck to double check that Papa El isn’t listening, and turning back when he see’s that he isn’t. “Your Papa and I—we have a very complex—“

“You’re practically married.”

“I—Well. Yes. But—“

“And you both raise me. You’re both my dads.”

“I know that. I just—“

“And you love him.”

“I do. But—“

“And he loves you.”

“I just, don’t—wait. What?”

Rupert’s just as shocked as Dad when he double takes, and nearly drops the tile in his hand. Does he really not know? While Dad’s glances are secret and careful, Papa El’s eyes are never not locked on Dad. He’s never not touching him. He’s never not comforting or caring. Papa El loving Dad has always just been an obvious thing that Rupert never had a moment to second guess, because there was never a moment it wasn’t just . . . there. “Papa El. He loves you—do you really not know?”

“Rup,” Dad says, voice suddenly strained as he pushes up until he’s standing, “You don’t even—“

“How do you not know?” He doesn’t mean for the slight tone of pity that comes with the question. And for a moment, he thinks maybe dad hadn’t noticed. But then Dad’s shaking his head and walking away, hiding his face behind his hair. His hairs long, but not long enough to hide the hurt scowl. “Shit. Dad I—“

Dad waves him off and heads into the cottage.

Papa El finally turns away from the tomatoes, “What’d you do?”

Rupert huffs, rolling his tongue. “Tried to get him to talk about his feelings.”

Papa El raises an eyebrow, “Your father… didn’t want to talk about his feelings?” He asks, skeptical. “You know we have friends who have waited for this moment since long after we die?” Rupert’s face contorts painfully, the whole ‘we’re time traveling Magicians on a quest’ thing still doesn’t entirely make sense. But Papa El waves it off. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him. Are you going to see Anna today?”

“Yes, her parents are making something called a pie.”

“Ohh,” Papa El coos, pointing at him, “Grab me a slice.” And then he flashes him a slightly worried grin as there’s a crash from inside the cottage. “Ah, the toils of domesticity,” He murmurs, turning to head into the house. He closes the door behind him, and Rupert stands there for a moment. Can see their silhouettes in the window before Dad sits down on the small couch, and Papa El sits on the arm of the couch. Dad makes a grand sweeping motion with his arms, and Papa El reaches down to tangle his hand in Dad’s hair. Rupert decides to leave them to it as Dad leans into the touch, because there’s a pretty brunette waiting for him, and his parents, as dysfunctional and ridiculous as they are, are more than capable of taking care of themselves.

When he returns several hours later, two pieces of pie in hand, Papa El and Dad are sitting on the chairs outside the cottage, watching the sun set. Dad smiles at him, and Papa El smirks. It’s then that Rupert catches that their hands are interlinked between them, hanging in between the two chairs. “How was Anna?” Dad asks.

Hesitant, Rupert replies, “Good?”

“Good.”

Rupert narrows his eyes, but neither of them say anything else. He wants to ask if they’d talked. Wonders if anythings going to change. But then, Papa El looks down at the mosaic, wrinkles his nose. “God damn it,” He grumbles, pulling away to head over to it, “Q, these pieces are supposed to be switched—“

“Oh you are not blaming me—“ Rupert rolls his eyes and takes Papa El’s spot in the chair. Dad follows after Papa El, leans over to look at what he’s being accused of, but Papa El leans in, and kisses him, once, soft.

“Oh god,” Rupert groans, “Really? On the mosaic?”

Want one? Send me an ask with a word, trope or setting and I’ll write you a drabble.

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warriorgays · 7 years

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I'm going to ask the most broad and annoying question so forgive me, but what happened to everyone after Through the Gay Days ended? I have never been more invested in a group of characters in my life and I desperately want them all to be happy, whatever form that takes, in the end. Also! what other sources did you draw from besides Coming Out Under Fire? I was so impressed with how well researched everything was. 💖

OH MAN I didn’t expect to actually get a question, lol!! And that’s one I’m happy to answer, because I did think a lot about it. idk if I’m ever going to actually write a follow up, because my WIP list is soooo long and, tbh, the 50s are SO DEPRESSING in terms of LGBT stuff.

IT TOOK ME AN HOUR TO WRITE THIS UP. I APOLOGIZE. UNDER A CUT BECAUSE HOLY FUCK. I apologize for any typos but I’m just publishing instead of proofreading because what the fuck.

In terms of sources... I really think Coming Out Under Fire was the main “intentional” one. I have a BA in history and I’m getting my MA right now, so I’ve READ a lot of history and probably unconsciously drew on a lot. the other one I can definitely think of is Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers, by Lillian Faderman, which covers lesbian U.S. history from the early 1900s to the 1980s. she draws on COUF for her 40s chapter (which is kind of a bummer because I was hoping for more WWII lesbian-specific content lol), but she’s good at covering some of the broad-strokes history of sexuality and LGBTQ identity. Becoming Visible by Molly McGarry is a really cool illustrated history, too, I’ve read that a few times over the years.

SO, for post-war lives, I’m going to warn you real quick it does get depressing for everybody for a little bit because uhhh the 50s fucking sucked? Faderman talks about this a lot, and actually Stephanie Coontz is a good source too--she has this book titled The Way We Never Were, which basically debunks the idea of “the ~traditional~ family” and looks at the ways our perceptions of society’s values have changed. and one thing she points out is that the 1950s are really the first time when society looks at single men--all single men--and thinks “there must be something WRONG with them.” before that, people were willing to accept that some dudes just didn’t want to get married, for plenty of reasons that had nothing to do with homosexuality, but in the 50s everyone was so gungho about The Family that anyone not into it was looked at with suspicion. add that to the whole “homosexuals are susceptible to Communist blackmail, better fire them all” and things fucking sucked.

I PROMISE HAPPY ENDINGS, THOUGH, because the whole “LGBTQ people lived depressing lives until these Enlightened Times” trope is my least favorite trope ever.

SO, for Gene Roe, my first thought for his post-war life was this Gaslight Anthem lyric that @antiquecompass prompted me for a Snafu/Roe fic foreverrrrrr again: “I’m in love with the way you’re in love with the night.” so I imagine that Snafu comes home, and they try to just settle into things as usual, but Snafu starts really pushing Gene’s buttons. being more snide, being disrespectfully obvious about being nonmonogamous (like it’s one thing to go cruising and another to bring dudes home to the apartment you’re sharing with your boyfriend, COME ON MAN), trying to pick fights. and of course the impetus for all this is Snafu struggling with PTSD and thinking that Gene is too good for him but not being able to end it himself. of course Gene doesn’t put up with this bs, so one day Snafu finally admits he’s doing this because he’s afraid the war turned him into kind of a fucked up asshole, and Gene’s like “you were always a fucked up asshole? what’s your point? I love you?”

so then things kinda simmer down. Gene’s not Officially a doctor anymore, but he and Snafu live in an apartment building in the poorer part of the city with a lot of ~ethnic~ folk nearby some black neighborhoods, so he does some informal community doctoring around those buildings, and that earns him enough goodwill that he and Snafu don’t really have to worry about getting caught out. it’s the kind of neighborhood where a lot of people have to... bend the law a bit to get by, to be happy, whatever, so people trade food and skills as needed and there’s always an alert if the cops are coming by. it’s a good place for them. they’re happy. I’ve only really thought ahead like ~ten years, but I can imagine them eventually moving on when the community moves on, you know, whether to another city or somewhere a little more rural, depending, and that being okay. and I think, with Gene’s influence, and seeing how strong the ties are between the Pansies with Parachutes(TM), Snafu is able to reach out to Sledge and Burgie and the rest more than irl/show canon.

Babe and Spina are the other two that totally make it, soulmates, heartbreakingly cute. but I promised a little heartbreaking, so basically my idea is that they actually move in together a little while after the war, but at some point Babe’s mom realizes what’s up and... does not take it well. gives him an ultimatum, break up with Ralph or she won’t let him near the family, which Babe finds agonizing because he’s really close with his family but Ralph doesn’t have very many relatives, at least not close by (in this verse at least), and even if he could bring himself to break up with Ralph, at this point he doesn’t think his mom will ever treat him the same anyway.

in my head there’s a really sweet scene when Ralph finds out what happens and a lot of hugging and comforting. but yeah. that briefly sucks. what DOESN’T suck is when Babe decides, after a few months, that he has to tell Bill (because Bill has gotten so close to the Heffrons that of course he notices when Babe suddenly isn’t speaking to them), and Bill proves himself to be a total Bro who decides that, well, the typical idea of a homosexual CLEARLY doesn’t fit Babe and Spina so... it’s all good? like c’mon they went through a war together, that’s worth something, right?

I think eventually Babe and Spina move, too. not super far, just maybe to, idk, New York, Pittsburgh, Baltimore, somewhere they can visit everyone but maybe far enough to put some distance between them and bad memories, and also because South Philly is small when your family isn’t speaking to you, you know? possibly they end up in the same city as Luz and Tipper (see next), I’m not 100% sure but I’m vaguely attracted to the idea of everybody ending up on a commune, lol.

so I think I’m probably meanest to Luz, because I imagine him getting arrested at some point. sorry, boo. his reaction is to pay the fine and slink out, and get out of dodge for a while to avoid his family getting any blowback, and he ends up visiting Tipper, who’s really frustrated (which I alluded to a bit at the end of Through the Gay Days) because he just doesn’t click with his old friends as much and he hasn’t had a lot of luck romantically. and again I have this clear scene in my head of Tipper helping Luz dress in drag for the first time, lots of giggling and teasing, but Tipper doesn’t really do drag anymore because he can’t keep his balance in heels, and they end up talking about their frustrations and venting and whatnot. and eventually Luz is like “you know what? fuck it! run away with me!”

and Tipper’s like “fuck it, let’s do it!” so they just kind of live a semi-nomadic life? idk, maybe not really nomadic, but they get jobs that let them move/travel, so they don’t have the pressure of expectations. I’m on the fence about whether they do this as lovers... I would say not, like, REALLY. like possibly a friends with benefits thing (and I’ll point out that Luz is one of the only other named characters who interacts with Tipper, other than Liebgott, because Tipper’s in charge of the map during the Major Horton scene, so that chemistry could totally work). because they’re, like, the two from the fic whose relationships don’t end up going anywhere, and I don’t want them to pine after the Joes forever, and they don’t, but sometimes people just don’t find their soulmates, it happens, and they can at least make each other happy.

this is one of those verses where I’ve decided Liebgott gets to keep his wife-and-kids dream. I do think he’s gay in this verse, and when he gets engaged he writes a letter to Tipper basically seeking closure, admitting he dealt with things in kind of a shitty way and admitting it might be nice to have a Gay Posse, but he also takes his marriage seriously even if it’s not a love match, and doesn’t seek romantic or sexual encounters with men. idk if Joe Toye actually gets married in this verse, but I don’t see him as gay. if we were to retroactively apply the Kinsey scale, I’d say he’d be a 1 or a 2, in which the situational aspect of war kind of pushed him towards interactions that he may have subconsciously desired, but definitely wouldn’t acknowledge in a normal time and place.

as for Chuck! I kind of like the future I give Chuck, partly because he conveniently is from the LA area. so for him, I imagine that at some point Ron Speirs just kind of shows up on his doorstep one day and they become, like, an actual Thing. and it’s good for a couple of years, but Ron seems... restless. and eventually Chuck sits him down and flat-out says “look, I really don’t think you’re cut out for this settled-down long-term-relationship kind of thing. we had a good run, we can part on good terms, but you can travel and have adventures and do all the stuff you want to do.” and then, correctly, points out that one of the reasons Speirs is so reluctant to do that is because he feels guilty for Chuck getting shot, which doesn’t really make any sense. Chuck’s only request is that Ron NOT GO BACK INTO THE ARMY, because fuck Korea, have you heard how many gay soldiers are getting kicked out of the military nowadays? Speirs agrees and they break up amicably.

(is Chuck still in love with him? yes. does it hurt like a motherfucker? yes.)

ANYWAY. the L.A. is where the Mattachine Society, the first official homosexual organization in the country, was founded in 1948... or maybe 49. I forget. the founder started asking around a while before he found people who were actually willing to join up. I figure Chuck eventually joins up and is the first of the Pansies with Parachutes(TM) to really develop a political gay identity. and through that org he eventually meets Beth, a lesbian who’s just broken up with her gf and is kind of panicking because now she might have to leave her apartment and go back to her parents in Nebraska, and they become fast friends and fuck it, why not get married? it’s good cover, and I could have also gotten a chance to talk about the working class lesbian bar scene in the 1950s, which is a cool topic.

if this were a formal fic, I would end it with 1952, when the entire group reunites in honor of the 10-year anniversary of them meeting at Toccoa. since it’s not, suffice to say they do have all-group reunions, and they also visit each other and call and write letters and stay friends 5ever. at some point Babe and Spina have a not-wedding (there’s a picture of a wedding in the 50s with two grooms in flower crowns in Becoming Visible, I love that picture) and they all come and celebrate. OH and at some point between Luz getting arrested and meeting with Tipper, he definitely visits Gene in Louisiana and they make out a bit. because, tbh, I caught a bit of UST in Through the Gay Days--I don’t know if it’s a ship I’d ship in any other verse, lol, but in this verse I feel like they need to make out.

anyway. eventually the 50s end. I want to say that by the time Stonewall happens, either Tipper&Luz or Babe/Spina (both??) are living in NYC and for three days everyone is frantically calling each other going “DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THIS???” and Chuck becomes totally into the California gay scene, and Babe’s nieces and nephews eventually reach out to him, Tipper and Luz either... idk, become real boyfriends or get hot younger boyfriends and become Wise Gay Dads to the younger crowd. Snafu and Gene grow old together, as hard as it is to imagine old Snafu.

EVERYBODY IS HAPPY AND FRIENDS AND GAY, THE END.

#onlythenuns

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guessmonsta · 8 years

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I read your yamaguchi platonic head cannons and now I really want a scenario where yams' best female friend/crush is getting out of a breakup and she asks him for a hug in the middle of the night and he walks the ten minutes to her house give her a hug bc now that u planted it inside my head I cannotstopthinkingaboutitomg. So please? And thanks? You're a wonderful writer and I love your blog, puppet master B :)💗

《 Fun fact: the entirety of my existence is dedicated to writing heartbreaking angst for Tsukishima Kei, but when it comes to Yamaguchi I can’t bring myself to do anything for him but give him the best, my precious star child…》

Yamaguchi’s heart nearly jumped out of his throat the moment he got the call.

It was 3:36 AM on a Friday night, and to Yamaguchi, that meant alone time. The serenity brought along in early hours was bliss, no chatter or traffic, just the calming sounds of the wind against his window pane and the monotonous click of keys under his fingers. He was lost in it at this point, his eyes were so bleary he had no idea what he was even typing. He knew he should be asleep, but the forces of teen rebellion forced him to stay awake over the sheer fact that he could. Every half hour he would ask himself, “why am I doing this?”, but he never gave himself a proper answer. The clicking just got more and more monotonous, at this point, he wasn’t even sure he was typing any real words, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of the screen was covered in key smashes. He rested his head down upon the keys, which was sure for another notorious key smash, but he didn’t really care. He let his eyes flutter shut for a moment, taking in the sound of the wind, and the hum of his overheated laptop, and the faint noise of crickets by the nearby pond, and he was sure in that moment, all was well. Until his phone rang.

He had completely forgot that Tsukishima set his ringtone as Fergalicious as a joke once, and completely forgot to change it until now. His eyes snapped open and he yelped, nearly jumping three feet off his bed and fumbling with his laptop to make sure it wouldn’t hit the ground with him. The haunting voice of Fergie was the last thing he expected to hear at a time like this, and as he tried to regain his sanity on the floor, his phone kept ringing. With shaky legs he stood up, crawling over to his nightstand to answer the call. It was __, a good friend of his, one who never really contacted him this late unless she had a bad internet meme to share. Immediately his heart started beating faster, because a phone call like this was never a good sign. He answered quickly, although he was sure his voice was going to be a broken mess due to the scare he just had. The other line was dead silent, just static and the faint sounds of breathing. He began to think maybe it was a mistake, the possibilities that she butt-dialed him were very, very high, that was, until he heard a sniffle. “__?” He whispered, holding the phone up closer to his ear. “Are you ok?”She kept quiet, although soft cries told him that she was still there. It took her a moment before she responded, but Yamaguchi waited. She was crying, and __ never cried, and that scared him more than Fergie screaming into the darkness at three o’clock. “Tadashi…” Came a broken whimper, “Can you come over?”“Come over, what-” He whispered frantically, trying to keep his voice down out of the fear of waking somebody up. “Why do I need to come over? __, what happened?”“He broke up with me..,” came a sigh. “I know I shouldn’t be so upset over it ‘cause we only dated for three months but… It hurts, y’know?”“I know.”“Can you seriously come over, though? I’m in desperate need of a Tadashi hug right now.” Her laugh was bitter, but it was a laugh, choaked out between quiet shaky sobs. Tadashi’s heart almost broke for her right then and there, and his mind started racing with plans of how he was going to sneak out. “You’re telling me to sneak out? That’s not a very good example you’re setting here…” He teased. Although, he was already out of his bedroom, sneaking down the steps and praying to God his parents wouldn’t hear him. Of course, their punishment towards him wouldn’t be too brutal, he was their precious baby, the only child. He could set the house on fire if he wanted and he’d probably get rewarded. “Well, you agreed to it! It’s not like I’m telling you to go to a drug sellout!” Yamaguchi found himself laughing, listening to her voice tentatively as she kept chattering on the other end of the line. “Do you really need me to come over, still? You sound pretty alright…”“Yeah, I still need you to come over!” She whined. “You’re like a medicine, just talking to you is like the sample you get in the doctor’s office but I need to bring you home and take the real thing.”“Deep?” He questioned, ever so quietly shutting the front door behind him. The other end went silent for a moment, and so did he, making everything was secure behind him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was a bit nervous. Never in his life did he dream about sneaking out, to give a girl a hug nonetheless, and maybe the frigid wind of teen rebellion was something Yamaguchi wasn’t all that up for. He made an eternal promise to himself that staying up late was the farthest he was ever going to go again. He kept her on the phone as he walked, letting a comfortable silence fall between them. Every so often she’d ask where he was, and he’d give a response, curtly telling her the exact block and house he was passing by. She didn’t live too far, but she wasn’t all that close either, and if Yamaguchi could drive, he would’ve taken a car instead.

Ten minutes later he wound up at her house, the entirety of it dark except her window, light casting through the drapes and the silhouette of her inside. Suddenly, he became very nervous, not knowing what he was supposed to do now. She had hung up a while ago, telling him that her phone was “nearly as dead as she was” and bid him farewell, and now that calling her was out of question, he had no idea how to get her attention. Ringing the doorbell or knocking was out of question. Her parents could be home and the last thing he wanted was to get yelled at, he could just scream but obviously, he didn’t want to get yelled at. It took him a moment of loitering around on her front yard to finally come up with an idea. He sighed at first upon the realization that what he was about to do was quite possibly the worst trope ever to be invented. He was going to throw pebbles at her window. He picked a few up from the landscaping on her front yard, muttering to himself at how stupid he must look after every pebble that hit her window pane. After a while she arrived, doubled over laughing. “I cannot believe you just did that.” She howled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”“Quit it.” Yamaguchi giggled, becoming a bit red in the face himself. He knew upon arrival that she was never going to let this moment die. “How the heck am I supposed to get up there, now?”“I’ll just meet you at the front door, my parents are in Hawaii, remember?”“Couldn’t you have restated that before I sat out here for eight minutes confused out of my mind?”She smiled, then disappeared from the window, and nearly second later greeted him at the front door, her arms open wide. He held his arms out as an invitation, almost tripping backwards when she nearly lunged at him. “I know I don’t say this enough but you’re my favorite person.” She muttered into his shoulder. “This really, really means a lot, Tadashi. Thank you.”“Anything for you.” He smiled, enjoying the warmth of her against him. “I just wanna see you happy, that’s all. Please don’t be upset over that douchebag, anyone who has the audacity to let go of __ __ is the biggest fool on earth, and I mean it.”“Thank you, Tadashi.” She muttered again, regaining a bit of her posture and shamelessly kissing him on his cheek. “Y-You’re welcome.”

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