#of course I had to add in some angst for Gen

[featherlumina]

What’s your favorite quirk/habit you give the cc cast when you write them?

(Glad you’re back in this mess :D, also yes everything behind gen SHOULD be on fire)

Thank you so much for the ask! :D I'm going to stick to who I've written so far, but that's still quite a few to think about! I hope you enjoy my silly/angsty/cute snippets. :3 Genesis He annotates the crap out of any book he owns. Don't get me wrong, he's got pristine copies of all editions of LOVELESS reserved for viewing only, but he's also got versions exclusively for scribbling notes and interpretations in the margins. In one particular copy, though, the notes start to get choppier, rougher, more...unhinged, as the degradation drags from months into years and his desperation for a cure deepens, particularly after the Nibelheim incident. Angeal This man can take a nap anywhere. Up a tree, in a rock crevice, in a military truck that's careening into every pothole by a careless driver... Angeal is the king of shuteye in unlikely places. It's very handy on rough missions. Sephiroth Likes to exercise his authority as a First to refuse any SOLDIER missions that even vaguely assist Hojo's research out of sheer spite. Genesis is incredibly proud of him. Zack This guy is a chaos cook, and by that I mean he just throws whatever crap he has available into a pan and just vibes. The 'throw anything together' habit he picked up from Angeal, yes, but he missed the 'think about sensible flavour combinations' part. Cloud He's a nervous fidgeter and has a lot of anxious energy that needs to escape. Drumming his fingers, leg bouncing, fiddling with his earring, picking skin, you name it. This behaviour is more prominent in his infantry days, too. Cissnei She's a collector, and by that I mean a collector of small keepsakes and trinkets found on missions around the world. Being raised in a orphanage meant that she barely had any possessions growing up, so she treasured anything that was hers and hers alone. Sometimes it's silly things from gift shops, or interesting rocks, feathers, scales, etc.

(She definitely kept a feather from that Genesis copy in Sector 8, for example.) Lazard You think this bloke only started embezzling money from ShinRa when Genesis defected? Not a chance. A lot of it gets funnelled to his non-ShinRa relatives, but also gets channelled into charitable projects around Midgar supporting people of the slums.

[azaharinflames]

Hi!

Thanks for opening your inbox to all sorts of rants and opinions. You being so nice and accepting made me want to rant about something I haven't seen someone complain about yet lol (there's joy in being a hater as long as you don't lose your mind about it.)

Mine is less about the show and more about the fanfiction. I love Bucktommy fanfic, but as a new watcher, I sometimes want to read more gen fic like the 118 as a found family or something from before Tommy came back in s7.

But it is literally impossible to find any of these fics that don't have casual, background Buck x Eddie! Even after I've filtered out every single possible tag pertaining to that ship, there will always be a background moment that implies romantic feelings between them—as if them being a couple is canon or just a given. Always without tagging anything about it, even though the "background ship" tag is right there.

And it's so infuriating, bc I'll start a really good fic about like Maddie and Buck's sibling dynamic or Buck and Bobby's relationship (which I love!) or some kind of canon-style case fic or even a fic (erroneously!) tagged "Buck & Eddie" for best friendism—and, if it isn't a Bucktommy fic, at some point Eddie and Buck will have some kind of romantic energy with each other. The worst cases are when it's just other characters being like "well of course Buck and Eddie are going to end up together at some point. Just look at them. Also Buck is Chris' dad." It's come to the point where before reading any gen fics, I click on the author—and 99% of the time, every other one of their fics is Buck x Eddie.

It's so frustrating as someone who reads a lot of fic and wants to read a lot of different kinds of fic. In an ironic way, by constantly doing this, non-Bucktommy fic writers are just pushing me back into reading ship-only fanfic.

Absolutely nuts. Anyway, thanks for listening!

Hi! Thank you for your kind words! And apologies in taking a bit to respond, I decided to take the weekend off in preparation for the upcoming chaos this week

Honestly - big time agree! There are two tags that I personally enjoy a lot, and those are Post-Lawsuit, and the Tsunami tag. I love when we get to explore the 118's dynamics more, and as a Buck girlie I love to give him angst, so those two tags are perfection.

However! It's downright rare to find a fic in those tags that isn't about Buddie. Even the ones that don't have them getting together during the story heavily imply they will, or they do any of the things you so well explained. It used to annoy me even when I shipped Buddie, but now it's made the fics impossible to read for me, which ngl, sucks.

It also annoys me when all the characters are either Well of course they were going to get together / we all had bets on when you were going to get together / their love is superior and nothing like we've ever seen, etc. Buck being painted as Chris's dad also annoys me (less when I shipped Buddie to be fully transparent, but now it truly does annoy me lmao), as well as when Chris calls him Bucky (that might be partly because of my Marvel-obsessed-ass, lol).

Another thing that annoys me heavily is when they minimise Maddie's role in Buck's life, or downright play her as the villain (which, wtf), or treat her like she's a family friend at best, and not Buck's literal family and, arguably (especially pre-Tommy) the most important person in his life. Like. Bffr. The way that Jee-Yun (and Chim, too) is highly ignored also ties into this. It's like they minimise/reduce/ignore everyone in Buck's life that adds something to it, and instead choose to give it all to Eddie, in order to fulfill their fantasy. And by doing so, they full-on ignore reality and twist it in a way that Buddie seems co-dependent, when they're not.

And I will say I wouldn't mind it if it stayed in fanon. The issue here is that this world created in fanfiction is then, somehow, being taken as the actual canon. That's why so many Bobs are so mad whenever the show doesn't play into their Buddie is co-dependent and raising a child together, and everyone is in love with their love.

Anyway. I got sidetracked a tiny bit, sorry! Long story short: I heavily agree with you. I won't judge the writers for putting whatever they want in their stories, but it is a bit frustrating to go into a fic that does not have romance (or pre-relationship) tagged or indicated at any point, to then be hit by it. Or, more recently, to start reading a Bucktommy fic and realise midway through that it is endgame Buddie (it is especially upsetting if the fic also has Tommy bashing and it does not say that in the tags or summary)

Tagging correctly is important!

Anywho, sorry for this long rant, lol. I hope to have helped with my reply, and thank you for finding this blog a safe enough space to rant <3

[romanestuffsposts]

hi love💕 could you write one where the little reader is very clingy on a day that the stucky daddies have to go to a meeting at the complex? so they leave her with other little ones but she doesn't want to be with anyone but them? a little anguish and a lot of cuteness?❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you so much for this lovely request! I'm absolutly in love with this! ❤️

I hope you're not too mad that it took me so long to write it and i hope you like how i wrote it

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : cuteness, clingy little reader, a little bit of angst, fluff, pet names, comfort, kisses, cuddles

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you don't want to be alone

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Since this morning you always had a hand on one of your Daddies or they had a hand on you. You hadn't spent one second away from them.

They didn't know why but they could feel you needed to be against them all day. And of course they would never complain. They love it when you're all clingy with them and when you needed them.

You always need them of course but some days you show it more.

"I'll have to go to the bathroom, princess" your Papa gently whispers in your ear as he's laying on the couch with you curled up on his chest. It's been almost an hour now that you're laying like this and you had attempted to stay like this since bedtime.

You whine and shake your head "noo" Your Papa sighs and looks at Bucky who's sitting on the other side of the couch. He wanted to sit on the other couch so you won't be too tight against each other but you clearly show him your disagreement about that.

So he didn't had the choice but to sit near you. You would lose your mind if your skin wasn't touching the both of them whenever you can. That's why your toes are touching your Daddy's thigh.

"you can go on Daddy's laps during that time. And when I come back you can come back on my chest. How does that sound ?" he gently play with your hair

You shake your head again, letting out an upset moan "No-o"

Steve sighs again "then you'll have to come with me to the bathroom because i'm not gonna hold on longer than that" He secured you in his arms as he stand up before you can even say something.

He hummes a sweet song as he walks to the toilet, helping you relax against him.

But before he can even open the door, he hears Bucky's voice calling him. He then hears footsteps and soon after, Bucky was running toward him "Fury called" he says

Your face fell, you knew what that meant and you weren't happy about that.

"we have a meeting in twenty minutes. It's really important apparentely but i don't have further details" He adds.

Steve nods "alright, take her and dress her so she's ready while i go to the toilet and get ready myself" he hands you to Bucky, ignoring your whining.

Bucky lets Steve alone to do his business and walks upstairs with you in his arms "how do you wanna dress today ?" he asks with a smile. He knows you always love dressing nicely and looking all pretty whenever you go at the tower. You always want to make a good impression to your Daddies's friends and yours too.

But you don't answer him. You don't want to go to the tower, you don't want to be apart from your Daddies, you don't want to sit around in a playroom that wasn't yours and wait for hours to see your Daddies again.

"baby ?" he gently calls when you don't answer "if you don't answer me then i'll have to chose and i don't know if you'll like what i chose for you" he warns, teasing you a little.

You pull your head away from his neck, an upset look on your face and your eyes on the edge of crying "oh my sweet girl" he breathes out, caressing your cheek with his thumb "tell me what's wrong, baby"

'wanna stay here" you sniff "wanna be wis you" you hid your face back in his neck, a little ashamed of being like that. You know it's important what they have to do and you shouldn't be like that when it's with their work but you can't help it.

"look at me beautiful" your Daddy gently asks as he rubs your back. It took you a moment but you finally move your head from his neck and peer up at him, through wet eyelashes

"you spent the whole day with us, we only ask you to play with your friends for- maybe an hour or two, and then you'll be back in our arms for the rest of the day and during the night" his forehead falls into yours "i promise you"

"no pease" you cry as you hid your face back in his neck.

"baby listen" he takes your chin in his fingers and lifts your head "imagine how excited you'll be when we'll come back to you and all the hapiness you'll feel once you'll be back in our arms, as if you never left them"

You don't really have a choice, do you ?

~

It's been two hours now that your Daddies entered the big room and left you with your friends. At first you played with them but after some minutes, you distanted yourself and curled into a corner of the room.

You watched your friends laughing and being happy, having fun while playing together while all you wanted to do was crying because you miss them too much.

How could they not miss their Daddies and mummies ? How can they laugh while they're in a few rooms away instead of being with them ?

You don't understand how they can act like that. All you want to do is climbing on your Daddy's arms, resting your precious little head against his chest or in his neck while holding the hand of your Papa really tightly in yours.

"princess ?"

You lift your head and throuhg your cloud eyes, you spot your Papa, kneeled in front of you with a loving smile on his gorgeous face. You don't say anything, but you do move.

You crawl to him and wrap your arms around his neck, you wrap yourself around him like a koala. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you to secure you before standing up.

"did you had fun, little one ?" you hear your Daddy asking beside you. You hold your Papa tighter and shake your head. You take a deep breath through your nose and finally feel at home again at the sent of your Papa's perfum.

"let's go home then, it'll make it feel better" Your Papa strokes your back with his hands as they leave the tower. They anticipated how you'll react and already said their goodbyes to everyone in the meeting room.

Now they just have to drive back home and spend the evening cuddling you in the couch or in the bed, like you wanted from the start.

When you arrive at home, your Daddy had hesitate to propose you a bath -with them beside you of course, but decide to not say anything. You won't die if you don't have a shower today.

Instead, they immediately went upstairs, they changed you into your new and comfy pyjama and tuck you under the cover. They didn't lose a time and came under the cover to hold you close against them.

"close your eyes, sweetie" your Papa whispers, his lips against your forehead, his fingers brushing your hair backward "we're not moving. You'l be in our arms during the entire night, don't worry. We've got you"

"sleep well, little one. Have a great time in dreamland" your Daddy kisses your cheek "see you in a bit"

"we love you"

[pyxilatezero]

Azure Override: The [Fan] Sequel to Scarlet Nexus that Nobody Asked For or Cares About

I’m writing it! If you want to read it (probly not ngl) I’ll release it on AO3 in a week or two. The fanfic will include the following:

the POVs throughout the story of Akairo (Aka)2/ Murasaki, Aoi Murasaki, Kasane Randall, and Naomi Randall.

Detailed description of character mechanics if they were part of the game at the introduction to the fic

A trailer released on YouTube that will likely be released at the end of the fanfic

The resurrection of Naomi Randall and Nagi Karman

A love interest for Kasane (Akairo). If you aren’t a fan of wlw stories, avoid Aka’s path, where her crush on Kasane is a much larger plot aspect than in the other three.

Kyoka x Arashi (I had to add my favorite Scarlet Nexus ship propaganda here I’m very sorry, also, we should totally call it Double Speed imo. And again, if wlw isn’t your thing, avoid Kasane and Akairo’s paths, where this ship is much more prominent)

Major character death (shocking, I know)

Angst (it’s a Scarlet Nexus fic? You can’t live without)

Time travel (duh)

Mind control and emotional manipulation (This might be a touchy subject for people. I will warn you ahead of time when this is about to occur in a chapter)

Original characters & Ships

Interplanetary travel

Aliens

Zombies

Zombie Aliens

Planetary Colonization

Heavy Combat

Betrayals

Nagi x Yuito (if mlm ships aren’t your thing, avoid Naomi’s path, where this ship is much more prominent)*

Hanabi x Naomi (if wlw ships aren’t your thing, why are you reading this fic? I am a lesbian. I must preach.[I’m not trying to ‘indoctrinate your children’. It is just my preferred way of telling a story. Also, I am in high school. Cut me some slack please] But avoid Naomi’s path, where this ship is much more prominent)

Villain POVs (Aoi)

The introduction of new powers

Twisty plot twists (they’re very twisty)

And, of course, spoilers for Scarlet Nexus.

Surprise character POVS

*Aoi’s path is the straightest, if you simply want a heterosexual relationship as the endgame. This is in no way to depict heterosexual people as a villain. It just happens to veer away from the main cast of the story, and so it winds up being straighter, as Aoi’s love interest is .

The fic will be rated T, for Teen, and will include the warning tags ‘Graphic depictions of violence’ and ‘Major character death’. It will be posted under the Psued ‘DreamsAreNightmaresToo’, but will show up on the account profile as ‘Pyxilate’ (my AO3 account). It will have ‘Gen’ for its relationship tag. I may post it on Wattpad in the future if it gains enough traction.

!!! THE FIRST POV BEING RELEASED WILL BE AKA’S, THEN AOI’S AND KASANE’S. NAOMI’S PATH WILL BE LAST !!!

[groundzero-v]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you @gracelesslady23 for tagging me! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 8 (one is still waiting to be revealed in the prongsfoot fest!)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

121,775 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter, and then mostly barely known fandoms haha (I have a soft spot for rareships), I'm thinking about writing for svss or mdzs too though

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

I don't wanna listen anymore - prongsfoot, multi-chapter, misunderstandings

Ad Infinitum - cyberpunk game, one-shot

Rising over dying flames - bnha gen fic, percy jackson au, two shot

Kintsugi - prongsfoot, multi-chapter

Marauder's Guide to Saving the Wizarding World - prongsfoot longfic, current wip, Marauders fight Voldemort AU, Triwizard Tournament arc, overload of pining, Marauder banter

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! I really treasure nice comments and re-read them often. They are very special to me. I try to always reply, even when the comment is only a word, but sometimes responding takes me some time

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angty endings haha. I'm a very happy ending oriented person, I like my angst only before the very end. So angstiest? Probably nothing

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them! But so far probably the unrevealed prongsfoot festa fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got some slightly weird comments but so far (thankfully) not any outright hate. I'm very lucky that people in the prongsfoot fandom are so incredibly nice

9. Do you write smut?

Ah, not really. I do like to read spicy fics sometimes but it depends

10. Do you write cross-overs?

It depends on the definition, I like to put characters into different universes, but the original characters of that work don't exist when I do. So it's more of an Alternate universe!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not? I'm afraid to know, but I don't think my fics are popular enough to be stolen haha. (Whoever steals fics should be deeply ashamed though!)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once so far, to russian

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, I imagine it's really difficult, but it could be a lot of fun as well

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Prongsfoot!

I fell in love with them a long time ago and I really love writing or reading about them. The characters feel so comforting to me and I love the intensity and devotion they have for each other.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I currently have only one real WIP published, the Marauder's Guide. For me its really easy for self-doubt to set in when writing long fics so it becomes harder and harder to push myself to write next chapter after not picking it up for a while. But I really want to finish it. I think it will take a long time but I will do it! Hopefully?

So I suppose the answer is my wip for the Sirius Black fest. I have this great idea in my head, but when I try to put it to page it sounds so bad it makes me lose motivation. We will see if I can push through haha (It's prongsfoot by the way because of course it is).

16. What are your writing strenghts?

I saw banter mentioned a lot in comments so probably that! I really like writing dialogues between the Marauders and especially James and Sirius. I also really like adding in tiny character or worldbuilding details

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Description definitely. Pacing too, especially in the first drafts. Actions during dialogues maybe? I sometimes struggle to describe who is doing what to show exactly what I have in my head. The biggest problem is definitely endings though. I always rush them :(

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Overall I don't add another language to my fics. I never know how much to translate, how much time spend with it and so on, so I use it very very little.

Technically though, English is my second language, so I'm always writing in a different language haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter! I think it was Prongsfoot as well

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I think I tend to like my newer works because the older ones make me embarrassed by their writing haha. So probably Marauder's Guide! It's an idea very dear to my heart, even if it's not perfect in the slightest

Tagging @plecotusauritus @padfootastic @roalinda (no pressure!)

[quietwings-fics]

bigger on the outside

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Tenth Doctor & OC - Even) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Set Between Doctor Who (2005) Season 3 and Season 4, Major Original Character(s), Doctor/Companion Friendship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Nonbinary Character, Identity Issues Wordcount: 1118 Part 1 of 11089/Even Fics Summary:

All the power of time and space at your fingertips, and the most important lesson is learning that you can't change anything.

“Is it meant to happen?” 11089 asks. It’s a glorious, sunny day, and they are shivering because they aren’t used to wind yet.

The Doctor doesn’t consider lying to them. In the end, the truth is harsher but healthier.

“No,” he says. 11089 is watching the way their shadow moves below their foot when they shift. “If it was, I couldn’t have picked you up. It’s not fixed, if they arrive on time or thousands of years early.” Or not at all, he doesn’t need to say. They already know that. Instead, quietly, he adds, “I really thought you could convince them to take up that rescue mission.”

11089 laces their fingers together until their knuckles go white and then lets go.

“Could we go back and get them?” they ask in a very small voice, one that already knows the answer but has also seen the Doctor do impossible things.

“Do you think they’d come?” They look up at the sun. They don’t look down again, and he realizes belatedly that they don’t know they should. He shades their eyes with his hand, and they blink up at his palm as their pupils dilate into comfortable darkness again.

“But they won’t ever-” 11089 gestures at the whole of the world they aren’t supposed to be standing on, at the strangers and the sky and the streets.

“They know,” the Doctor says.

“I knew!” they argue back. It’s an unused muscle and still sore from shouting their lungs out at people who thought it cost too much to listen.

11089 drags their legs up onto the bench and bunches themself up.

“Do they get celebrated, at least?” With detached regret, the Doctor notes that they’ve stopped talking about the people of the starship Persistence as ‘we’, and that there is nothing he can do to change that now that it’s happened. “They make it all that way. People have to celebrate.”

“Some do,” he answers.

“Some,” they echo.

“Look-“ He stops halfway through look at me, but 11089 never really does. They’re always looking somewhere else, behind him or at another part of his body, so he changes course to say, “Look over here.” They swing their head in his direction and blink towards him. Their cheeks are turning pink very quickly under the sun. “They make it,” he reassures, “they do that because of you. And me. I helped. Well, I did most of it. Well-“ 11089 wrinkles up their nose and makes a chuffing sound that’s nothing like the full-throated laughter that had rung through the TARDIS when they’d first been let inside. He smiles. “But they will make it now. They’ll be just as excited as you are to get sunburnt and roll around in the dirt, and soon enough, they’ll settle in. They may not have been the first to get here, but that just means the malls are already built.”

11089’s brief smile falters, and their gaze traces along a wrinkle in his coat and back up it again. “They must make it to very high numbers by that point.”

“No more ship computer, no more need for numbers. They’ll be able to pick out names.” 11089 still breathes shallowly on instinct, surprised when they do take a deeper breath and sneaking guilty glances at him like they’re checking if that’s really allowed. There are conversations they aren’t ready to have yet, and he does have to try to be gentle. Still, he nudges their side, “You could, too.”

11089’s head snaps down to the point of contact. They don’t flinch, just watch.

“I could what?” they ask, not picking up on the hint at all. He withdraws his elbow from poking into their side, and they look properly upset about it. So much so that he scoots closer and lays his arm over the back of the bench behind them. 11089 leans back, tipping their face up to the sunlight again as they rest on his arm. At least they close their eyes this time.

“Pick a name,” he says. “Something you’d like to be called.”

“I’m 11089,” they rattle off the numbers easily.

“You want me to say that every time? It’s a bit of a mouthful.” He’s teasing, mostly, — because taking their lack of understanding too seriously is going to make a good day go bad quickly — but they frown.

“I’m 11089,” they repeat, sounding confused.

So, this is another conversation they might need more time to be ready for.

If the Doctor has one thing in spades…

“You’re 11089,” he agrees, for now. “You’re sure you want to stay with me?” They jolt, and for a second, they meet his eyes before their gaze jumps away like they’ve been burned.

“Do you want me to go back?” Fear. Tremulous and trying their hardest not to believe what their mind has jumped to, but palpable all the same in their voice.

“No! No. I thought it’d be polite to offer.” 11089 visibly relaxes, leaning back against his arm again. When they shift, he can feel the fuzz of their shorn hair against his hand. He wonders if they’ll let it grow or if he’ll be standing over a sink with them in a few weeks, shaving it all off again.

“That’s… That’s good.” 11089’s voice drops lower, like they’re scared someone might hear when he’s the only one around. “I don’t think I could survive that. You let me see the sun.” Their voice warbles higher with barely suppressed excitement. “It’s all so- It’s so much bigger on the outside. I can’t go back.”

“There’s more out there than you can imagine,” he says. 11089 swallows and looks at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Promise?” they whisper, as if he’s playing a trick and they’re going to turn a corner and find the walls he’s been hiding from them, the ones keeping their world small and cut off from the rest of the universe. Maybe one day they’ll stop expecting to run into one.

“Why promise anything when I can take you there?” 11089 is smiling, and if it still hurts, knowing how they failed to change history, the future, the present, then he has places they can run to. He doesn’t even have to go for the most impressive, though he will anyway. If they can be spellbound watching pigeons like earlier, then he could show them a single ocean and change their life forever.

He stands up. He can hear 11089’s shoes scuff against the ground, and when he turns back to them, they’re poised on the edge of their seat. “Where?” they ask.

“Everywhere.” He offers them his hand. They don’t hesitate to spring to his side.

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[justanotherhh]

first alastor:

obvs talking about alastor and his relationships with others, and the idea of being aroace and having expectations and "tragedy" projected onto you for not conforming

especially interested in some of the things you were saying about his mother -- that it's worth considering that his relationship with her could easily be considered along more complex lines than simply "mommas boy," considering how he couldn't conform to what would have been the wishes of the day -- settling down with a wife and giving her grandkids. was he a disappointment to her? did he feel like a disappointment? and how does that relate to those projections (or similar) reoccurring over and over again not just in life, but in death

furry alastor truthers -- potentially using glamour to make himself look less cute!

many questions about his shadow, but i dont think we had any big theories on that, just questions?

next some gen:

aphobic aspec vees honestly iconic reading, we need to go even further into that

generally everyone being aspec iconic reading -- specifically important of course with fizz and striker, one of whom is intentionally coded as demi and the other as along aro and ace lines (and also that striker is allowed a little murder and violence -- "everyone's so busy having sex did they forget the class war" is tbh a solid reasoning)

had a fun conversation about valentino, who's one of my favourite characters on either show of the hellaverse and how I hope he doesn't die and we maybe get more context on him, because i think there's something very interesting from the perspective of "how do people weigh ethics and immorality in a story that's full of dubious morality" and "what is redemption" with specifically him -- not to say he wouldn't stay villainous, but the vees generally have a lot of potential within these themes, with him so far being the most explicit in what would trigger peoples disgust reaction, vs vox who hypnotises people, runs a massive series of scams and businesses, enables extreme violence against others, specifically also valentino and velvette, etc. but it all feels... cleaner. less obvious. so it's not considered "as irredeemable" at first glance. valentino is openly messy (and i like a messy character)

lucifer is a dick and there's some sorely needed analysis on that. his treatment of others, and his ignoring of charlie for maaany many years while going through his own angst... there's some thoughts to be had on it all

mutual desire for husk's past to be really fucked up -- that is, that he was genuinely doing bad things and his idea of "penance" is to wallow forever (and whoops here comes the hotel and specifically angel to challenge him in that)

I think that was all we managed on this meetup? anything u wanna add @creepysora

when im home again i can finally collate the things i remember from mine and @creepysora's meeting which was roughly 70% hazbin hotel (with a sprinkling of helluva boss) and 30% aroace laser beam communication

[appalamutte]

Hi! I'm hopping to get some check please fic recs from you? If you have any, of if any of your mutuals do? I'll take any classic favs, though in particular I'm dying for a fic that features Bitty's love for Beyonce 😂

hi anon!!

i'd never thought about it until you asked, but i actually don't know of many omgcp fics that feature bitty's love for beyonce? at least not many i can remember haha. but there is one i can think of off the top of my head and another one i found:

Starstuck by boomsherlocka [1.4k words | gen] it's such a sweet little thing where both jack and bitty meet their idols. and honestly, thank you for asking me this anon, i would never had found it if it weren't for you! .

heavy on the sugar by wit (@parvuls) [41.7k words | teen] god, i've reread this one more than any other fic i think. it's just got the perfect amount of coffee shop and feelings and just enough angst to scratch that itch but it's resolved fairly quickly. bitty's love for beyonce is also featured a small bit toward the end! .

and of course, to rec some of my classic favs:

maybe i'm waking up by idrilka (@idrilka) [157.9k words | mature] one of my all time fav omgcp fics, and just one of my fav fics overall. the amount of money i'd give to be able to read this for the first time again. it's the most beautiful blend of mixed media elements, story/plot, original characters, coming out and the fear that brings. .

No Matter How Small by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (@weneedtotalkaboutfic) [125.4k words | explicit] this is just one big overload of cuteness, but like in the most realistic way. it's a kidfic and a getting back together future fic, and the amount of comfort this fic brings me is incomprehensible. so soft, so warm, so authentic, so overwhelmingly gorgeous. .

Port Out, Starboard Home by onawingandaswear (@whoacanada) [11.6k words | not rated] talk about realism, my god. you ever realize your boyfriend comes from a famous, prominent, totally-different-tax-bracket family? if not, this fic helps you experience what that feels like, and if so, you can relive that experience while reading this. .

live through this and you won't look back by nighimpossible [4.1k words | teen] a fic that perfectly encompasses the continual grief you feel when you think the boy you're in love with is straight. it's painfully good. and it also has a happy ending! .

Better With Time by foryouandbits (@foryouandbits) [118.5k words | mature] now i know this is a high school au, which can be polarizing depending on the person, but frankly i haven't read another fic that better captures bitty's relationship with his father. i mean, i cried more than once when i first read this, both happy tears and i-relate-a-bit-too-hard tears. .

that's just a few of my favorite omgcp fics. i have a ton more bookmarked on my ao3 if you want more recs! also, i highly highly highly recommend all of these author's other fics, as well as other omgcp fic authors: PorcupineGirl (@porcupine-girl), writingonpostcards (@17piesinseptember), RabbitRunnah (@doggernaut), and WrathoftheStag (@wrathofthestag). these authors all have fics i absolutely adore, and if i didn't care about not wanting too long of a post, i'd list them all out individually lol.

also, these are all just for zimbits. if anyone else wants to add onto this post and rec fics for other ships, or just any other fics in general, please do so! and if anyone else knows of any fics that feature bitty's love for beyonce, please add them as well!

hope this helps anon, happy reading!

[trench-rot]

WIP Wednesday!

on time because I made this post on monday lelllll

Tagged by: @wrathfulrook earlier this week tysm🖤 if you've tagged me in the previous weeks too and I've missed it- you're included in this of course and I appreciate you! My brain fog cares less, and I'm tagging you in spirit D:

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rook & chloe angst wip for poll results!

this is from a scene in my fic where rook thought chloe had been dead after going awol rook "saves" her from a group of peggies only to realize chloe's wearing jacob's dogtags while she's stopping her bleeding

I can't wait for this to be out of the horrid awkward subcolor layer I decided to use and add clothes to these floating hands shsjanshxj

as usual bonus scraggly 1st gen under cut

[marshmellowtea]

what's this?? marshy actually finished a fic for the first time in ages??? no fuckin way—

anyway hi i forget how i usually intro these tumblr fics of mine gjdskfds but going by my writing tag it looks like i usually just wing it so uhh here! have some domestic age regression fluff between caregivers!tanya and mike and little!lila (with a liiiight sprinkling of angst and hurt/comfort in the middle there because i just couldn't help myself, lmao). small warning for a reference to will and lila's mothers and what that entails, ie emotional abuse, though it's not super explicit. if there's anything else i need to warn for, lmk!

super special thanks to @whenthedeeppurplefalls for betaing this fic, literally idk if it would've gotten done without you so i super appreciate you looking at it hglkdsjf 💞 tysm pal seriously :') /gen

as per usual with these fics, eventually this'll get posted to ao3 as well and i'll reblog this with a link when that's ready, but for now, without further ado, here it is please enjoy <3

"Babe, why is William in timeout?"

Tanya huffs out a laugh as she makes her way to Mike over at the door, greeting him with a kiss to his mouth and taking the grocery bags out of his hands. "That's Lila, honey," she says, moving aside so he can step inside the apartment and shut the door behind him.

"Ah. That makes more sense," he says, turning his gaze to the girl currently pouting in the corner of the kitchen. "Hi, sweetheart. What have you done this time?"

Lila turns to him, her arms crossed over her chest and her cheeks puffed out adorably. One leg is crossed over the other, giving her the air of an offended little lady, and Mike has to bite back a laugh. Her and William are both so cute—equally so, of course, given the fact they share a body, but they both have their own unique little quirks in the way they carry themselves that are absolutely precious in their own little ways.

"You can tell him if you want to, honey," Tanya says, putting away the groceries Mike had brought home. "I won't add time to your timeout."

Lila huffs, pout increasing somehow. "Mama's being unfair," she says, shooting a withering glare in Tanya's direction. "It was an accident."

"Ohohoho, no it was not," Tanya says, shaking her head with a click of her tongue. "You wanna actually tell him what you did?"

Lila glares at her for another moment, before turning back to the wall. Mike actually laughs at that, taking a few steps further to stroke her hair lightly.

"Well, now I'm curious," he says. "What'd you do to earn the timeout chair?"

Lila huffs, hunching in on herself a little. "You're on her side," she accuses, her cheeks reddening.

"Well, honey, I can't be on your side if I don't know what you did," he says, shaking his head slightly.

Lila stays silent, her eyes fixed on the ground. She almost looks embarrassed, an expression that's very rare for her. Mike ruffles her hair, before moving his hand to squeeze her shoulder lightly.

"I guess she doesn't want to tell me," Mike says, shaking his head. "What'd she do, Mama Bird?"

Tanya turns to him, her eyes alight with amusement and irritation. "Well, she almost burnt the fucking house down," she says, shooting a half-smile in Lila's direction.

Mike's eyebrows raise. "Oh? How the fuck did she do that?" he asks, absentmindedly rubbing circles against Lila's shoulder with his fingertips.

"Put a fork in the microwave," Tanya says, shaking her head. "She's very lucky I caught it before it started sparking."

"It was—it was an accident!" Lila protests suddenly. She looks up at Mike with pleading eyes, leaning against him all cutely in that way she does when she wants something. "This isn't fair!"

Mike hums, turning his eyes toward Tanya. "If she just left her fork in her food, I don't think it's fair to—”

Tanya shoots him a pointed look. "It was just a fork in there," she says, turning her eyes to Lila and adding, "and I'd just told her about how putting metal in the microwave is dangerous."

"Oh. Hmm." Mike looks back down at Lila, giving her shoulder a light pat. "Yeah, I don't think I can defend you, sweetheart."

"Not fair," Lila mumbles, kicking at the air helplessly. "It was—I just wanted to see what happened."

"I told you what happens," Tanya says, pulling out a pot from the drawer. "There was no reason to try it out, my sweet girl.”

“What if I didn’t believe you?” Lila protests, looking up at Mike pleadingly again, as though he’ll somehow be able to help her.

“Well, then we have a bigger problem then,” Tanya says, shaking her head. She turns around then, holding the pot out in front of her and turning her attention toward Mike. “How do we feel about spaghetti for dinner?”

“I brought the meatballs,” he says, shrugging lightly and moving his hand to rub Lila’s back soothingly. “I say go for it.”

“Dada—” Lila starts pitifully, presumably to plead for help or mercy.

Before she can finish, or Mike can say anything, however, Tanya interrupts. “Ah ah ah. No talking rule is back in effect.” She looks over at her, her eyes softening sympathetically. “Only a minute left, little one.”

Lila whines, her eyes dropping to her feet. Mike smiles at her, also sympathetically, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sounds like you’ll be free soon,” he says, giving her a light pat. “Hang in there, sweetheart.”

Lila huffs, kicking her feet frantically. Mike steps away from her, then, making his way over to Tanya’s side, watching her as she puts a pot of water on.

“Once you get that on, can we talk for a minute in the other room? Real quick before little one gets free?” he asks lowly. Then, not wanting to worry her, he adds, “Nothing bad, just…caregiver stuff.”

Tanya nods, a slight look of relief falling across her face, before flicking the stove on and taking a step back. “Lila, we’ll be back soon, okay?” she calls in her direction. “We’re just gonna be in the other room for a minute, we’re not leaving, sweet pea.”

Lila turns to look at them, her eyes round and brow furrowed. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but then realizing she can’t, she huffs, turning back to the wall.

Mike snorts softly at the sight, shaking his head slightly and leading Tanya out to the living room. He looks through the doorway, and once he’s certain Lila’s not trying to snoop, he turns back to Tanya with a curious expression.

“How long you put her in for?”

Tanya shrugs. “Just ten minutes,” she says, running her fingers loosely through her hair. “She got it bumped up to thirteen, though, as she usually does.”

Mike hums, nodding thoughtfully. “Kind of a short time for almost burning the house down,” he remarks with mild amusement.

Tanya laughs quietly, shrugging a little. “Yeah, maybe…I don’t know,” she says, letting out a soft sigh. “I think she was just acting out for attention rather than trying to get on my nerves like she usually does. I mean, I was kind of distracted today…I feel bad about it, so I didn’t want to punish her too harshly.”

“Hmm, alright…it does sound like she didn’t add as much time as she usually does, huh?”

Tanya snorts. “Yeah, I think she’s feeling neglected, poor girl.”

Mike coos sympathetically, shaking his head slightly in the direction of the kitchen. “Yeah…poor girl.” He tilts his head then, regarding Tanya with a soft gaze. “What about you? You said you were distracted, are you alright?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m just…” Tanya frowns, waving her hand lightly. “Looking for a job has been…stressful. But it’s not anything more than that.”

Mike nods and reaches out, wrapping his arm around her and giving her a comforting squeeze. “Alright, I get that,” he says gently, rubbing her arm soothingly. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. It’ll happen eventually.”

“Yeah…I just…I feel bad that you and Will are the ones supporting us, especially with the baby expenses, and—”

Suddenly, Tanya’s phone goes off, the sound ringing out through the apartment. She blinks in surprise, and she fishes her phone out of her pocket, turning it off quickly.

“Oh. Lila’s free,” she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Mike smiles as well, despite his lingering concern. “You think she heard it?”

In answer to his question, they’re suddenly greeted with a shout, and the sound of little feet rushing in their direction. They turn to see Lila pausing just in the doorway, her eyes wide and round.

“Mama? Can I…” she starts, rocking back and forth on her heels.

Tanya chuckles softly, giving Mike a squeeze before pulling away from him to go to her. “Yes, baby, you’re out of timeout,” she says affectionately, reaching up to cradle her face. “Is the water boiling, honey?”

“Ummm…” Lila tilts her head, or at least, as best she can while still pressing her face into Tanya’s palms, anyway. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go continue making dinner,” Tanya says, squishing her cheeks gently and earning a squawk of indignation in return. She chuckles, kissing her forehead gently and asking, “You wanna hang out with Mike while I do that?”

Lila looks at Mike over her shoulder, her brow furrowed and lips drooping. “Um…okay,” she says, her voice sounding hollow.

Tanya frowns, regarding her with concern. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I mean…Mike usually makes dinner,” she says, huffing lightly. “And ‘m not allowed in the kitchen when you guys cook.”

“Ohhh…” Tanya says, shooting a frown in Mike’s direction. “You wanna be with me?”

Lila shrugs, and then, hesitantly, she nods. She’s very pointedly avoiding looking at both of them—the embarrassed look is back on her face, too. “Somethin’ like that,��� she mumbles.

“I can take over dinner if she wants to be with her mama,” Mike says, shrugging a little.

Lila’s face turns even redder, a pout coming across her face. “You’re making it sound so—I just have somethin’ I need to say to her, okay?”

"Awww, baby, it's okay if you wanna be with me sometimes," Tanya coos, thumbs rubbing lightly at her cheeks. "There's nothing wrong with needing that."

Lila huffs, squirming out of her palms and crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not like—" she starts, before her eyes dart from the floor to Tanya's face. She flushes harder, somehow, her whole face pink, and suddenly races away from Tanya to throw herself onto the couch, curling into herself against one of the arms, making herself small in that way William usually does.

Tanya's eyebrows raise at the sight, and she turns to Mike, shooting him a look that's equal parts amused and concerned. He shoots her a matching look in return, pointing toward the kitchen.

"I'll go take care of the boiling water now," he says, voice wavering somewhere between light and uncertain.

"Sounds good to me," Tanya says, lips twitching slightly. They settle on a smile as she passes Mike on her way to the couch, however, and she keeps her expression soft as she settles down on the cushions next to the now pouting little girl she calls her own, carefully reaching out to stroke her arm. "Hey, sweetie. You doing okay?"

Lila mumbles something unintelligible into the arm of the couch, her face smushed up against the fabric. Once again, Tanya can't help but think of it as a very William move—she can't help but wonder how many traits they have in common that she's just never seen because Lila tends to be less openly vulnerable around them.

"I didn't catch that, little girl. Can you repeat yourself?"

Lila huffs once again, sounding entirely put upon. She looks up at Tanya, her face still smudged with a pink blush, her eyes oddly sad, and murmurs, "I'm sorry I'm such a bad girl, Mama."

The concern already bubbling up in Tanya's stomach suddenly spills over in the form of a coo falling from her lips, a frown falling over her face. "Oh, Lila, honey...come here..."

When it comes to William and Lila, bad isn't nearly as strong a word as naughty—naughty, for both of them, is a sign they're in a very, very bad headspace, naughty means that something has set them off in a very real way, naughty means that they're thinking about their respective mothers again, and that's never a good thing—but it still isn't good to hear, either. Especially not from Lila, who most of the time, refuses to acknowledge that the thing she's done wrong is, in fact, wrong.

Tanya's worries are only further confirmed when Lila crawls all the way into her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and clinging to her tightly, like she's terrified of being let go of. Sure, Lila's become a lot more comfortable with being touched or physically coddled as of late, even going so far as to enjoy it (which she had admitted to them one afternoon in a very roundabout way), but she's still not much of a cuddler, and she definitely doesn't cling like this unless she's in a mood. Not necessarily in a bad mood, sure, but, well...right now...

"You're not a bad girl, honey," Tanya murmurs, wrapping her arms around her tightly and kissing her on the top of her head. "I mean, sure, you do bad things sometimes, but we all do. I mean, I've fu—messed up things more often than I can count, especially with William and Dada. That doesn't make me a bad person, does it?"

Even as she says it, Tanya has to choke back the uncertainty rising in her throat. She's gotten better about not thinking of herself as the certified worst person in the whole entire fucking world, but god, it's hard not to fall back to hold habits sometimes.

Apparently, Lila knows that too. "But you still feel like a bad person sometimes," she mumbles into her collarbone, clinging a little tighter. "S’okay. I do too s’metimes. 'm sorry. Sorry I do bad things."

Tanya swallows thickly, unsure of what to make of all this. "It's okay, sweetheart. I forgive you," she murmurs. "What brought this on, little one...?"

Lila's quiet for a moment, playing with the fabric of her shirt. "You seemed mad at me today."

"Mad at you...?"

"Mhmm." Lila sniffles, and Tanya's heart breaks as she realizes she's holding back tears. "You didn'...didn' really look at me, or wanna play with me, an'—an' then when you were makin' your tea you told me 'bout the spoon, an'—an' I dunno, I was stupid, an' I wan'ed you t' look at me, 'nd you got mad at me—"

"Oh, honey, I only got upset cuz you were doing something dangerous, I wasn't upset with you before that, promise," Tanya soothes, running her hand up and down her spine lightly. "I...I was a bit distracted today, and I wasn't paying as much attention to you as I should have, and I'm sorry. Did it feel like I was ignoring you? Is that why you thought I was mad?"

Lila whines a little, nodding against her shoulder. Tanya hums comfortingly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't mad, and I wasn't ignoring you. I was just spacey today. It had nothing to do with you, I promise I would never ignore you on purpose, okay?"

"...mmkay," Lila mumbles, and to Tanya's relief, she sounds less upset than she did before. She does, however, sound a bit embarrassed.

"My little girl. It's okay. You can want attention from me, there's nothing wrong with that."

Lila makes a grumpy noise in response (and oh, Tanya can't even pretend not to chuckle at that, it's just too adorable), lifting her face from Tanya's shoulder. Her flush has gone down a bit, but she is still visibly pink, which is just unbearably precious.

"Hi, sweetie," Tanya says, reaching up to stroke her hair lightly. "How're you feelin'?"

"...better," Lila mumbles, her eyes darting downward, one of her hands reaching up to play with the necklace Tanya's wearing. "I'm glad—glad you weren't mad at me. At least 'til I tried to burn the place down."

"Yeahhh, never do that again, little love," Tanya says with a laugh, still carding her hands absently through her hair. "I wasn't kidding about it burning down the place."

A tiny smile appears on Lila's face at that. "But I still wanna see that!"

"Oh, do not even think about it, little missy," Tanya scolds, but her tone is still more light than actually angry. "We look up videos of microwaves catching fire on Youtube if you want, but don't you dare even think about trying it at home or you'll be getting more than a ten minute time out."

"How much more?" Lila asks, her voice lightly curious. "An hour?"

"Lila," Tanya says, fond and exasperated.

"...two hours?" Lila prods, finally lifting her eyes. As soon as she meets Tanya's dryly amused gaze, she bursts into giggles, bonking their foreheads together. "Three hours!"

"It'll be more like forever, Lila," Tanya says with a huff of a laugh, rolling her eyes fondly. "I don't think we can afford a place other than this. Or to replace all our stuff."

"Mm...William would be mad if I destroyed his toys 'nyway," Lila agrees, rolling off of Tanya's lap to settle at her side instead, still cuddled up close with her head resting against her shoulder and one of Tanya's arms still wrapped around her. "Fine, I won't burn the house down."

"Thank you baby," Tanya says with a chuckle, rubbing her arm lightly. "That's what every Mama wants to hear from her little girl."

Lila giggles at that, nuzzling further into her shoulder. Then, she falls quiet for a long moment, aside from humming contentedly as Tanya strokes her hair. Tanya almost thinks she's gone nonverbal, before Lila suddenly speaks up again, her voice going soft.

"What were you distracted by, Mama?"

"Oh," Tanya says, swallowing back a wave of anxiety suddenly rising up in her. "It's just...adult stuff, honey. I don't want you to worry about it while you're small, okay?"

Lila looks up at her with a scrutinizing stare, as though Tanya's a puzzle she's trying to figure out. "Mmkay...if you say so..."

Tanya smiles at her comfortingly, rubbing her arm lightly. "If you're still worried about it later, we can talk about it when you're big, if you want. But right now you're just a baby, so don't worry about it, okay?"

"I'm not a baby. I'm not William," Lila says, a very adorable pout coming over her face. "But...okay...if you're sure..."

Tanya's smile widens a little, and she chuckles softly. "Are you worried about your mama, Lila?"

Lila flushes, her nose scrunching up a little and her cheeks once again turning pink. "I just don't want you to ignore me again," she mumbles, turning her face away so Tanya can't see her.

"Aww, honey..." Tanya reaches over with her other arm, wrapping it around Lila and giving her a tight squeeze. She presses a kiss to the back of her head, smiling a little at the lightly pleased huff she receives for it. "I can't promise I won't get spacey again, but I promise I'm gonna try to do better, okay? And sweetheart, if it does start to feel like I'm ignoring you again, it's okay to ask me for attention. In fact, please please please tell me if you feel ignored, and I'll make sure to give you the attention you need. I love you to death and I don't want you to feel unloved. Okay?"

"Mmph...okay. Okay, Mama, I will," Lila mumbles, squirming a little in Tanya's embrace. "Thank you. 'n...'nIloveyoutoo. Now get off me."

Tanya chuckles, pressing one last kiss to her curls before drawing back, finally freeing Lila from her lovingly crushing embrace. Lila straightens up as well, lingering close but no longer trying to squish up against her side like she was before, and that combined with the fact she doesn't seem actually seem very irritated about being snuggled makes Tanya figure that she probably was just starting to get a little overstimulated by all the touch. Probably best to give her a bit of a cool down on it—she'll have to let Mike know when they go in for dinner.

"Hey, girls, spaghetti's ready!"

In speaking of the man himself. Tanya smiles, turning to Lila and gesturing back toward the kitchen. "You ready to eat, baby?"

Lila turns in that direction, staring at the doorway with a scrutinizing expression. "Yeah," she says, surprisingly casually for what an intense look she was giving the kitchen, and hops up to her feet. She lingers, however, watching as Tanya gets to her feet, tilting her head a little once she's standing. "Um. Mama?"

Tanya looks at her, another wave of concern washing over her. "Yeah honey?"

Lila looks at her for a moment, rocking back and forth on her heels. "...after dinner, can we watch microwaves explode on Youtube?"

Well, that's not what Tanya had been expecting. She can't help but laugh a little, shaking her head in amusement. "Yeah, honey, of course we can. Just me and you, or do you want Dada there too?"

Lila shrugs noncommittally, her eyes already lighting up in excitement with the yes she's been given. "He can watch too. I don' care, 'long as you're there." She then grins broadly, before turning on her heels and sprinting toward the kitchen, where Tanya can hear her calling, "Dada! Guess what me and Mama are gonna watch!"

Tanya can't stop the fond smile that spreads across her lips at that. She follows after Lila, readying herself to explain to Mike why they're about to spend their evening on Youtube watching cutlery spark and set fire to appliances, and knowing damn well she wouldn't want it any other way.

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Supernatural Love

Chapter 3: A Meal

Summary:  Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day.  Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate?  And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, some alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cheesy jokes, bad writing

Word Count: 2533

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

Tag List: @streets-in-paradise @leigh70 @sexyvixen7 @deandreamernp @universallyraylangivens @siospins2

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     Ever since that Friday of being on set you had gone to set quite a lot.  You made friends with other cast members, extras, make-up artists and so forth; pretty much anyone you met you became friends with since it really did feel like a family on set and you had become part of it.  Gen was really your only family now and it felt nice to be part of something.  Besides Gen, Jared had become your closest friend.  They were still completely oblivious of their feelings for each other and for the other’s feelings towards themselves.  It was almost like a cheesy Hallmark movie.  

     You hadn’t seen much of Jensen during the next few weeks but when you had there was a strange feeling in your gut and you couldn’t quite place it.  For some reason every time he walked into the room your stomach would flip.  It was usually during lunch time that you saw him and every time he would sit next to you even if there was another chair elsewhere.  Usually his lunch breaks didn’t fit in with your and Gen’s but whenever it did he always made sure to eat with your group.  You tried not to read into that because you wouldn’t dare let yourself hope that he had feelings.  Jared was his best friend so of course he would go anywhere he was.  He seemed to be a nice guy and he definitely was a flirt.  You tried to not let it get to you but it definitely bothered you when you saw him flirting with another cast member.  You knew he was just a friendly guy and would never be interested in you.  You found yourself dwelling on his green eyes, bowlegs and muscles yet again for the millionth time that week.  You shook your head trying to clear him from your mind and feeling a little upset with yourself for not being able to shake him.  He is just a friendly guy who happens to be drop dead gorgeous and always seems to be completely focused on you whenever you say or even do something.  You didn’t have time to think about that right now though because tonight was the night you finally were going to have dinner at the diner with Jared and Gen.  Your schedules never seemed to line up especially since you had been taking a lot of night shifts to cover for a coworker.  You didn’t mind because it had more down time to allow for studying.  It also gave you more time to hang out on set with Gen and you loved being able to share this experience with her.

     You dressed in simple skinny jeans with the rips in the thighs which were your favorite and your favorite white V neck shirt.  It was simple but still looked cute.  You had eaten at the diner in that shirt so many times that you weren’t too worried about getting a mustard stain; you were practically a burger pro.  You finished off your look with a simple necklace and a little eyeliner and mascara.  Enough to look nice without seeming like you were trying too hard.  It was only Jared and Gen but you had been pulling long hours and you wanted to feel good since you mostly wore scrubs with your hair pulled back.  You met Gen downstairs and put on your cute sandals.  You walked the few blocks to Micky’s and it was good timing because about the time you got there Jared arrived and held the door for both of you.  You made a mental note to add gentleman to the endless list of reasons why Gen should make a move on the man.  When you sat at your favorite booth, Gen sat opposite of you giving Jared the option to sit next to either you or Gen and you knew what he would pick, it wasn’t rocket science after all.  Once you sat down and pulled up a menu Gen and Jared started talking about the diner and what to order.  You jumped into the conversation not about to miss out on the importance of the place.  You became so invested in the conversation with laughs being had here and there you missed the fact someone was behind you and you jumped a little when someone spoke in a low but sexy voice stating 

“Sorry I am late, got caught up trying to figure something out with the director.  Hopefully I didn’t miss the rundown of what to order at such a fine establishment.”  He was joking but you had no idea Jensen was coming.  You weren’t upset, just surprised and mentally thanked yourself for trying to look somewhat presentable.

“You missed some of the animated explanations from the girls but I’m sure they’d be happy to explain it again”  Jared said with a laugh as Jensen tried to squeeze in next to you.  "He didn't have plans and I knew I'd never hear the end of it if I got to go the best diner around and he didn't get to experience that."

“Good I want to make sure I get the best thing on the menu” he sent you a smile.

“That’s an easy answer but I will let you look over the menu to take a look just so you are informed” You sent him a smile and slid your menu more in the middle since he didn’t have one.  He leaned over to take a look and you could smell mint and musk.  You could get lost in his scent and made a mental note to not seem creepy by smelling him.

“Okay darlin’, I looked it over, what do I get?” Jensen directed his question to you.

“That’s easy, but in all fairness I have only gotten a few other things on the menu but by far the best is the everything burger with a side of fries and a milkshake.”  You responded, forcing yourself to not break eye contact.  You didn’t want him to know you were as nervous as you felt.  You were getting mad at yourself for how nervous you were getting in his presence and you kept trying to convince yourself that he was just a guy who wasn’t interested and you needed to take the flirtations at face value.

“Everything burger, huh?  Sounds like my kind of meal.  You sure you can eat all that?  It seems like a lot”,  He said with a smirk.

“Just you wait, Ackles, you’d be surprised how much I can eat” you said with a laugh.

“Good, I like a woman who has an appetite” It was a simple enough comment but it sent sparks through your whole system.  You were sure he'd noticed the redness forming in your cheeks and you tried to change the topic.

"So Jared, what does your coming week look like?" Jensen seemed put out by your response that you were ignoring him but he quickly recovered.

"Just filming some scenes nothing too different but I heard of this bar opening up near here, Route 66, I think.  Trying to have a country feel.  It might be fun to check out" he gave Jensen a 'I'm sorry she's ignoring you' look. 

"That sounds like fun" you replied trying to ignore the knowing looks between the boys. 

"Yeah, Jensen and I were wanting to go next weekend and we, uh, we were wondering if you both wanted to come with us" he said while running his hand through his hair.

You finally let yourself look up at Jensen. He was nervously looking at you but trying hard to hide it.  Dare you think you made him nervous?

"That sounds like fun. We love country, don't we Y/N?" Gen replied, looking at you.  

You didn't want to stop looking at the man to your side but since he wasn't giving you any sign you could work with and try to read you turned back to Gen.

"Y-yeah we do love all things country" you replied trying to force a smile.  

"That's good cause Jensen and I are country boys to our core" Jared said with a little laugh.  This inspired a conversation of all things country between the two of them.  You dared to give your attention back to Jensen.

"Country boys to your core, huh?" You said casually hoping any tension from before was gone.  Luckily he played it off.

"Yep, Texas, born and raised" you thought you read something about that and when he spoke he put on a thick southern accent, one that would be hard to fake.

"Well with that drawl it's no wonder women are throwing themselves at you, right and left" you countered.  "It's amazing you ever find yourself alone" this earned a chuckle and you knew whatever happened before was forgotten.

"Well sweetheart that may be true but there's only one girl that matters" he sent you another heart stopping wink and you were once again flustered that sparks went flying through your body.  He didn't fail to notice his effect and satisfactorily smirked while taking a sip of his milkshake.

"Well when she's around you'll have to introduce her. I'd love to meet the gal that has THE Jensen Ackles weak in the knees" you surprised yourself for coming up with something even if it did seem half a moment late.  He just looked at you and replied,

"Oh darlin' I think you have met her before, in fact" he leaned in closer than he needed to not that you complained, "she's in this very seat"

     Once the meal was finished like the southern gentlemen they are, they paid for your meals though you both protested. 

"You know you don't have to pay for us, we invited you out" Gen stated. 

"Yeah but our mommas raised us right and we don't let a lady pay for her meal" Jared replied earning a blush from Gen.  She was satisfied but they liked each other Jensen on the other hand didn't have to pay because he didn't feel...well...you weren't sure so you pressed the issue.

"I'm not going to look a free meal in the mouth but you know you didn't have to" he merely shrugged and said, "Jared is right our mommas raised us right."

When you got up to leave Jared suggested going for a walk to a local ice cream shop and not wanting the night to end just yet you agreed to the plan.  Jared and Gen walked ahead of you and though it was a silent walk with Jensen you didn't mind.  You allowed your mind to wander and imagine what it would feel like if you were dating and he would grab your hand and you would just walk and enjoy each other.  

"What's going through that pretty head of yours?" He asked you with that flirty voice of his.

"Oh nothing just imagining what flavor of ice cream I'll get" you lied hoping he'd drop it. It turned into a conversation about favorite flavors of ice cream then favorite colors and a lot of the get to know you questions you'd expect...on a date.  No this wasn't a date and you wouldn't let yourself be tricked into thinking it was, you knew better.

     You reached the door and Jensen held it open for you allowing you to enter before him.  It wasn't long until everyone picked out their flavors and since you opted for a bowl it wasn't too difficult to continue on your walk.  You liked that you had more time to talk to Jensen and he seemed to relax and open up to you and you didn't realize how much you had in common with him.  You both liked many of the same things right down to the same movies.

"Wow Y/N I gotta say I'm impressed.  I didn't think anyone was as big of a Garth Brooke's fan as I was or even knew any of the classic older country movies" you laughed and said "well we are a rare breed count yourself lucky to have met a woman like me" he knew you were trying to play around but his response was very sincere: "Darlin' there ain't any woman like you" he held your gaze and you swore your heart skipped a beat.  This man who seemed amazing both inside and out was honest to God flirting with you and you didn't know how to handle it so you just brushed it off playfully.  He gave you a look saying he didn't like you not believing him but he's going to let it go for now.  

     Unfortunately the night ended too soon and you found yourself being walked to your door by both of them.  No one in the group wanted the night to end but it was getting late and you worked 1st shift in the morning.  You said goodnight to Jared who wrapped you in a big bear hug and you gave him a huge grin.  You then turned to Jensen but weren't sure what to do. 

  "Thanks for dinner again, tonight was a lot of fun"

"I had fun too Y/N but you should have let me buy your ice cream as well"

"Jensen you bought my dinner when I didn't even know you were coming I can at least buy myself some dessert" you were feeling bold so you added, "besides, buying a girl dinner implies a date and you don't want to go around giving false impressions" 

"Well maybe the impression wasn't false? You're right though, it wasn't a date but maybe we could rectify that" you almost didn't believe what you were hearing.  Was Jensen Ackels saying he wanted to go on a date with you? Before you could process Jared had to go and interrupt.

"Ready to go Jensen?"

"Uh yeah.  Goodnight Y/N I'll see you around set maybe" he hugged you and it felt like the best hug you'd ever received.  So warm and inviting and it felt so right and safe.  It felt like home.  It ended too soon and they waved goodbye and walked down the street and you and Gen headed inside.

"Did Jensen say anything interesting?" Gen asked you once inside.  You didn't know how to respond because you weren't even sure yourself what just took place.  She was half paying attention seemingly swooped up in her own magical evening with Jared so you just said

"It wouldn't matter because we could have run away and you and Jared wouldn't have known you were so wrapped up in each other" she threw a pillow at you and you just laughed and put it back on the couch before heading to your room.  Once in bed you tried to fall asleep thinking about every event that took place.  You barely talked to him on set and it seemed like he only flirted with you cause you were around.  But tonight he seemed so interested and listened to what you had to say.  Dare you think he actually wanted to get to know you better through a date? It would be a long time before sleep overcame you that night.

[narukoibito]

Hello Naru!! Hope u are well!! I was hoping that u have some ff that are ginny centric to suggest!!! Pls reply and rec some... Lots of love🖤🖤

Fic Rec: Ginny-Centric

Hi Anon! I've been meaning to put a list like this together for some time, so thank you for the request! Ginny is my favorite character (really closely followed by Harry, though some days they’re so neck-and-neck, I can barely tell anymore). There are probably many more stories I could add to this list, but I focused on stories that were, well, more focused on Ginny, and I decided to post instead of continue to let this languish in my drafts.

An * indicates a WIP, and if it’s indented, I’ve rec’ed this story before.

AU

The Changeling by @annerbhp

Completely Ginny-centric retelling of canon if Ginny were sorted into Slytherin.

The Off Season by flyingcarpet

Injured, Ginny thought she would never fly again. Can Harry help her regain her confidence and return to the sport she loves?

the faintest, slimmest, wildest chance by LullabyKnell

Not my usual kind of story, but sure is written so well! A classic time travel fix-it, but with Ginny going back in time to rescue baby Harry from the Dursleys. But of course that means that it’s not H/G endgame (even if this is just a glimpse rather than a full fic). However, the writing/Ginny is so hilarious if you want to indulge for a moment in this universe.

Missed Moments

the train station by @ink-splotch

An absolutely chilling story of Ginny’s near-death experience in the Chamber of Secrets. The writing, like most of dirgewithoutmusic’s work is riveting. 

Depletion by tosca1390

I love stories that explore the experience and trauma of Ginny and the diary, perhaps providing small glimpses of how little Ginny grew up to be the amazing woman we know and love.

Chocolate in the Library by @floreatcastellumposts

An amazing missed moment of the famous chocolate in the library scene between Ginny and Harry in Ootp.

Not From Others by @floreatcastellumposts

Deathly Hallows from Ginny’s POV. There are such amazing scenes in what could have happened from Ginny’s perspective during this year, including the scene where the title comes to play, and this was the first story that I read with the final battle that had me sobbing at the “unseen” deaths of some of our favorite characters.

hope is a dangerous thing (for a woman like me to have)* by @isahorcrux

A lovely work in progress retelling of DH from Ginny’s POV. I’ve really enjoyed the atmosphere and details in @isahorcrux‘s story, and it was just updated after a long hiatus!

Postwar

Compromise: A Love Story by femmenerd

Ginny needs to be more than the Boy Who Lived’s girlfriend. I like the messiness of this, the hard edges of their relationship. They’re nowhere near perfect, certainly not Ginny, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chambers by starfishstar

After the war, everything isn’t okay, but maybe eventually it can be. A Ginny-centric post-war story.

Between Walls and Harvest Moons by @ellizablue

During Albus’s third year in Cursed Child timeframe. It’s heavily focused on the Al’s disconnect with his parents. Ginny pays him a visit. There are heartbreaking moments of Harry angsting over his relationship with Al, but I have such a soft spot for Ginny & Al stories, and this one hit all of them.

"I love you" / please do not use it. by @stuckwith-harry

Harry tells Ginny he loves her, and her response was not what either expected.

the ghosts that we knew will flicker: ginny weasley by cold_cereal

Ginny and Harry deal with the scars from the war in their own unconventional ways.

Character Study

stumble on a secret power by pinkdementors

All stories have a beginning. This is one of them: the diary, the girl, the quill dipped in ink.

lost: in defense of ginny weasley by @ink-splotch

Or were they something else entirely, this trio who was not golden? They were the unchosen three: the discarded Horcrux and the last Weasley; the brave, broken backup Boy Who Lived; the loony girl who lost her shoes and had more friends in thestrals than in her common room.

Scattering Blooms at Her Watery Grave by @ink-splotch

Three boys called Luna "Loony" in the Great Hall and flicked peas at her. Ginny rose to a modest height and a towering rage and felt like a worthy lioness for the first time since the Chamber.

The Gates of Happiness by MagEd

The seven men who loved Ginny Weasley. A MuggleNet story!

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Feel free to check out my other rec lists if you are so inclined!

All-time Favorite recs

Muggle AU / Coffeeshop AU recs

Post-War Canon recs

Missed Moments recs

Pregnancy recs

Outsider Perspective recs

Amnesia recs

In Every Universe recs

Angst recs

SugarQuill recs

Muggle and Wizard/Witch recs

Rivals to Lovers recs

Humor & Gen recs

Married recs

Not my OTP (Not Harry/Ginny) recs

Friends with Benefits recs

[ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou]

Matters of the Heart

Matters of the heart by Ultimatetornshipper

When Denki finds out he has a heart condition, it effects his chances of becoming a hero. But he's determined not to let it stop him. And not wanting anyone to pity him, he keeps it a secret. If only he knew the consequences it would have...

Hitoshi is being fostered by AIzawa and Yamanda and gains a new little sister in Eri. Life only gets better as he is transferred into the hero course.

What happens when these two's lives collide unexpectedly? Will secrets and past traumas come between them or will they find someone who is everything they never knew they needed?

Words: 2302, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinso Hitoshi, Bakusquad

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Kaminari Denki Has ADHD, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Eri, Bisexual Disaster Kaminari Denki, Trans Bakugou Katsuki, Trans Sero Hanta, and a few others are also trans thats not mentioned here bc it comes up like once in the story, Protective Bakusquad, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Pervert Mineta Minoru, But like it's only talked about when they're figuring out how to expel him, Everyone Is Gay, like everyone, Gonna add more ships as time progresses but like I wanna surprise yall, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Pining Kirishima Eijirou, Genderfluid Shinsou Hitoshi, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No war, this is a character driven story about teenagers in love, though there is some action elements but like not a lot, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Worth Issues, Bakugou Katsuki had Bpd, Shinsou Hitoshi has Autism

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44410768

[redead-red]

ZombieRed//Redead-Red Fanfic Review 2021

let's pretend this isn't a day late

Holy shit did I write a lot this year. I'm crazy proud of myself for doing all of this work while also working full time. During a fucking pandemic.

Fic count: 5 Overall Word Count: 105,879 Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Danny Phantom

Soul Swap Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Pairing: Buffy/Spike Rating: T-M (major violence warning) 2021 Word Count: 40,815 Total Word Count: 91,338 Completion Date: December 15th, 2021 Notes: This fic has been my monster fic. The start of my time travel bullshit. Before I embarked on this I hadn't written a multi-chapter fic since I was 16. And here I was writing a mammoth fic that I kind of had an idea for where it was going. But the details? No idea. It was really just a "I'll write and I guess the fic will show up". My writing has improved dramatically from the start in the summer of 2020 to the end. I've learned a lot, I've grown a lot, and I'm really proud of this.

Threads of Time Fandom: Danny Phantom Gen fic Rating: T Word Count: 28,222 Completion Date: January 21st, 2021 Notes: My introduction to the phandom as a whole! I had been lurk-reading a bunch of identity reveal fics most of November and December of 2020 and then I was hit with the idea of Maddie being in a time loop. And my brain said, "you must write this I won't let you do anything else." And here we are! I really, really love how this fic turned out. I'm still proud of the concept, how I wrote it. I think it's honestly REALLY good. And of course, it features my fave trope which is time travel.

i came out to have a good time and honestly? im feeling so attacked rn Fandom: Danny Phantom Gen fic Rating: T Word Count: 6072 Completion Date: March 29th, 2021 Notes: I find that this fic is really overlooked but I really, really like it. I do understand why it's not as popular though. It's more of a comedic, "let's not think too hard" fic which some people didn't jive well with. Especially the OC I created for it. The point is that Jamie is a selfish bad person you guys she's a flawed character. AAAAAANYWAY, I just wanted so bad to do an accidental summoning fic. And this fic taught me how much I love writing Jazz her way of living is so stressful how does she function.

Naked Truth Lies Fandom: Danny Phantom Pairing: Unidentified Flying Ship (Danny/Wes) Rating: T Word Count: 7425 Completion Date?: listen it'll be done before the next DannyMay okay Notes: I went from having no idea who Wes was, to kinda avoiding him, to writing one tiny scene of him in my Invisobang fic, to falling in love with the little shit and falling into UFS hell. And I'm so happy to be here. This was done for DannyMay. It still isn't done. Listen I have the google doc open as I'm writing this post. It'll happen. I just. I love these two idiots. My heart.

Wake Me Up To Say Goodbye Fandom: Danny Phantom Gen fic Rating: T Word Count: 23,345 Completion Date: August 23rd, 2021 Artist: @emotigonecreative Notes: My invisobang fic!!! This fic started as a concept of "haha wouldn't it be funny if Jack was explaining to Phantom that Danny was a ghost?" and then suddenly all of this angst showed up. This fic would not have happened, wouldn't even be close to what it ended up being without EC being the greatest artist, beta, and friend throughout the entire writing process. And her art adds SO much to it. This really is our fic. The hardest part of this fic was finding Jack's voice and doing him justice as a character. The best part of this fic was finding Jack's voice and doing him justice as a character :)

And that's a wrap! What will 2022 bring? I dunno. Hopefully the end of my DannyMay fic >_>

[myarmsaretoolong]

april fic recs!

soooo it’s accidentally been many months since my last rec list... i just. didn’t read much for a good while because of ~life~ BUT here i am back on my bs so lets just get into it i guess :D

Distracted by a Dime by  happyaspie by @yes-i-am-happyaspie

summary

Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

...but for Peter- things rarely go as planned...

review

yall, i’m a sucker for a homeless peter fic and this one DOES NOT disappoint! i freaking love it! ned is the awesomest of awesome bros, tony and steve are adorable, and of course tony and peter are absolutely everything. the characterisations are on point, its great writing, 10/10 would recommend again

5 Times Tony Seemingly BSed His Way Through a Mission + the 1 Time We See His Skill by  the_fifth_marauder101 by @the-aven-gen-z-ers

summary

Tony Stark is a peculiar spy for a number of reasons. On one hand, he overshares like hell, but on the other, he also has THE shittiest memory.

It’s really a lose/lose scenario for everyone involved.

review

okay this fic is hilarious and absolutely cracks me up every time. the writing is just so free? i guess that’s the best way to describe it, and it honestly couldn’t be better. add that to an interesting plot and i’m hooked

A Peter Parker Problem by @spagbol99

summary

Peter Parker was back from the dead. At least that is what everybody told him. He'd been snapped out of existence until some sort of time travel and an active death wish by his mentor had saved him and the universe. Just your average sort of life for a 16 year old from Queens.

Peter comes back to find May has a husband and a kid. A new family he has to fit into. But he has done it before, he can do it again.

The only thing that feels solid is Tony: the Blip and fatherhood have mellowed him and Peter loves the bond they have now. He knows Tony would be there for him through anything. But Tony needs to focus on his own recovery - not small time Peter Parker problems. When things at home take a turn for the worse, Peter decides that he'll handle it himself. He is Spider-man. He's been to space and fought aliens. He can get through anything. After all, if May is happy, he is happy, right? Right?

review

this fic is EVERYTHING! so much angst but it’s all balanced out with the perfect amount of fluff throughout. i love it so much! peter and tony’s relationship is amazingly done, as well as his relationships with may and the other avengers. i just. love it so freaking much and can’t recommend it enough

If They Knew All About You by @mshermia

so ive recced this one before but i finally caught up and it somehow got even better than before so go check it out!

[palbabor-writes]

So, uh, I got excited with this ask

Anonymous said:

so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens

Word Count: 4387

Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello

It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura. 

While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask? 

Apparently it is.

The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.

You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items. 

He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question. 

“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”

That one query had started a landslide. 

You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly. 

How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative. 

But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city. 

At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world. 

Now? 

Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?

It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers. 

“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”

“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies. 

Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.” 

“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.

Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.” 

Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines. 

You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you? 

As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.

Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger. 

Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence? 

Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail. 

“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”

Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite. 

Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’ 

But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him. 

There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura. 

He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time. 

Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you. 

This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible. 

He’s been changing a lot lately. 

Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection. 

Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…

Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice. 

She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her. 

As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something. 

“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”

“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”

“What?”

“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”

She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?

Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off. 

You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.

******

You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.

Who are all these people?

As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner. 

Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?

The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start. 

A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is. 

He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.

He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him? 

Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command? 

He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident. 

You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed. 

“He took down Redestro…”

“He’s so young.”

“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”

“You’re right, he looks regal.”

That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this. 

When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you. 

She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.

Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There’s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.

Fuck, you’ve missed his voice. 

It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…

“(Y/N).” 

Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.

The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers. 

“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).” 

His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling... 

No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms. 

The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling. 

“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.

“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”

A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”

You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”

“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing. 

You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.

“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?” 

You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on. 

If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement. 

It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right? 

“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.

So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”

“I told you it would be a while.”

“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things. 

Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”

“You’re jealous.”

His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and... 

He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his. 

The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…

No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.

“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”

“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”

His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open. 

He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again. 

You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost. 

Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this. 

He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.

Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care. 

Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.

He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip. 

Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for. 

He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.

Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.

“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way. 

Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.

“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”

“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.

You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.

Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)  

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*I think that’s everyone for now. If you wanna be added to a list just drop me a line & I’ll get you on the Google Doc: Shigaraki works, Dabi works, Hawks works, BNHA works, All works...works, works. There’s likely more to come, but that’s what I got for now. k byeeee.