#wip: curses cats and a coffee to go

[kayywaiii]

good person !! ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

{prohero!izuku x neighbor!reader}

summary : after a particularly shitty night and a heroic sleep rescue leaves you keen over a mysteriously kind man, you find him again after a run in with his very not allowed cat.

mood song : carnival - the cardigans (- w - )

words : 3.3k wrds

warnings : light cursing, FLUFF, kissing, tan curly haired izuku agenda, mentions of scars+injury, crushing izuku, light themes of stalking, (not really tho) izuku goes feral for reader, reader has a dog, izuku has a cat, next door romance

authors note: i literally stopped a wip for this bc i just saw the vision like in my near future ... also like i made this cute banner and for what now i had to finish it !! also i was probably riding on the motivation of knowing izuku's the number 4 hero now uh hell yeah

You weren’t making it to class on time tomorrow, you were sure of it. 

God, could their arguing get any louder? Why this late at night? What could it possibly even be about?

Something about rent… and then something else about another girl. Then an entire monologue about heroes and villains… was this guy serious? You stared at your apartment ceiling, two pillows pressed against your ears and a hopeful thought that a lighting strike would just take both of them down ringing through your head. Maybe then you could get a full night's rest, or at the very least, enough for your class tomorrow morning. You promised to yourself that you weren’t normally that violent, just particularly sleepy– and to be fair to them you weren’t a fierce arbiter of the complex rules either. There were three:

No Loud Noises After 10pm Keep Respectful of Complex Property  Absolutely No Pets 

It’s not like you strictly followed all three… you were housing a small dog, Kiwi, even though your landlord made it personally clear that there were no pets allowed. And you tried to get rid of her a few months ago when you first moved in, you really did. But her floppy ears, spots on her cheeks that were reminiscent of freckles, and lightly browned fur had you swooning, and before you even knew it, you were already hiding her toys during inspections. 

So, maybe it felt a little hypocritical to wish death upon the couple on the breezeway outside. Still, you had half a mind to go out there and lecture them until they both worked out whatever grudge they had against each other. A dog was one thing, especially if she never barked, not even once. But these people outside— they did a whole lot of barking. And you almost got up too, clad in your pajamas and all, ready to stumble into the outdoor hallway and curse until your point got across.  But a voice, smooth and decadent interrupted their yelling, so sweet you could practically hear the soft smile he wore. The man coaxed the both of them not only to calm down, but apologize too. And… god, was he making them hug? You were baffled by the sheer volume of the diplomatic people skills this person must have been sporting, you were sure it must be their quirk. Whatever it was it got them quiet enough for you to drift off to sleep, sullen and dreaming about a man that would whisk you away with a smile.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

A shuffling at your window the next morning awoke you, dazed and confused after the best sleep in your life. Something about that guy’s voice just brought you there, damn there hanging off your twin sized bed and drool swept against the inner corner of your mouth. You lifted your head, running a hand over your hair before sliding off your bed to make a quick coffee. You muttered something about a breezy shower and– was the sun shining a little brighter this morning? You swore your copious amounts of house plants looked fuller with life today, your posters of various heroes illuminated and basking in the glory of the bright sun. You swore your small studio looked bigger in a sense, more light as you took out your takeout from the fridge. You stood at your counter, shoveling noodles into your mouth and breathing in this much needed– and much limited– time of peace. 

Another shuffling at the window just above your bed startled you, setting the takeout box down and climbing on top of the bed built into the nook of your room between the apartment and bathroom wall. A small cat purred at your window, eyes wide and big and brown, brushing its fur at the glass. It meows loudly, putting its paw over the hatch and seemingly gesturing you to open your window. Candles and small potted plants lined the ledge of the window, making it hard for you to find the lock to click it open. When you finally did, the small thing leapt through the opening and straight onto your bed. You scoff, bewildered. You weren’t the only person in the complex breaking the rules, you guessed. 

“Hey there, sweet thing…where's your owner?” You scrunch your eyebrows together, watching the cat hop down from your bed and stretch over your floor like it owned the space it sat. It let out a soft meow, large eyes blinking back at you as it skipped over your furniture and picked at your plants. Then, that voice– rugged and clearly fatigued called out from the open corridors outside. 

“Neko?” He spoke, the sounds of clattering pots and keychains ringing from right outside your apartment door. He swore faintly when a pot shattered on the ground. Swept potting mix scattered under your door at the attempt of a makeshift cleanup, the whoosh of stray dead leaves catching the cat's attention and it scratched at the door.  “Neko, come on– I’ve got work…” 

“Is that you? Are you Neko?” You mumbled, clicking open your door. Reflected green shot across your vision, sun rays passing through his curls and painting your apartment walls like the Sistine Chapel. A light breeze whisked past the green’s hair and led your eyes to his tan, freckled face, one that knocked the thoughts right from your skull. He smelled of vanilla and freshly groomed puppies, like something soft you could just flop into, sleep for a little while. He swore, eyes widening at your sudden appearance, and carding a hand lightly through his tresses. Then he groaned, trying to brush white broken clay shards into his gloved palm. 

“Crap, I’m– I’m so, so sorry… I’ll replace this.” He hurriedly muttered, flicking his head down and furrowing his brows in contained frustration. Your breath left your body, face warming in silent attraction as you cleared your throat and leaned over him to check the damage. Hundreds of tiny bits of argil sat at his feet, littered across the breezeway and towards the edge of the corridor. Bits of thick pieces you’d hand painted sat face up on the concrete, and so did the small bud that had been slowly inching towards the complex ceiling for weeks.

“Don’t… stress about it, ‘s fine. Not your fault I was too lazy to take it inside.” You choke up and force a smile, playing with a pimple on the base of the back of your neck. God, you knew you were jittery, watching him stand to his full height and cup the pieces of pot in his clunky gloves. You were hardly able to force out a coherent sentence, nevermind keep up a steady conversation with your next-door neighbor. 

Here he was, donning his hero armor and flowing yellow cape that he barely tucked under grey sweats. Chunky red shoes and gloves that clanked against his midriff, and the designs on his chest were faded and worn out. “You’re– Deku… aren’t you?” 

“Ah–Izuku,” He gives you a soft smile. “I, uh…  don’t think there’s a need for titles, we’re neighbors.” You dorkily nod, keeping your eyes anywhere but his. His presence felt overpowering, yet friendly, fit for the number four hero who not only rocketed in the ranks, but in popularity too. 

“Oh– well, thank you.” You curse internally, wishing this morning would already end. He chuckles, and that only seems to make it worse for the raging embarrassment seeping deep into your chest. He lets out an exasperated huff, shaking his head and keeping a strict eye on the doors down the hall. “I should be thanking you for sweeping this little one up.” He scoops his cat up from the floor beside you before opening his door and pushing him into the room. “He likes to roam.” A fond grin crosses his face.

“Actually– I wanted to thank you… for last night?” Your eyes bounce back up to his, taking in the way his biceps flex with every indifferent movement. Your neck heated up when his yellow scarf, faded and caked in dirt stains, fluttered behind him in the chilly spring wind. And God, you wished he was still tired and didn’t notice your shameless, obvious– and oh so necessary– ogling of him through his hero costume. “It was you wasn’t it? I– was actually able to get the best sleep.” You gushed, fighting the urge to drop to your knees and thank him raucously until the neighbors filed a complaint. It was just that important to you. Your sleep, that is. 

 He stared at you for a moment, before looking at his shoes in modesty and giving you a weak thumbs up. “It’s… no problem, really. It’s still kind of my job even if I’m off the clock.” He shuffled his feet and looked away, curt wind rushing through your thin sweater and making you shiver like a stray dog. You nodded awkwardly, about to retreat back into your studio when his voice called out again.

“I’ve got another way you could thank me!” He suddenly and practically yelled at you, catching a wrist in his blushing hand before dropping his fingers and clearing his throat.

You paused, eyes widening as you looked back at him. His face was visibly red, eyes darting with a nervousness you’d never seen displayed on a pro hero. You flushed, lashes fluttering and you felt so sick. Were you seriously about to throw up in front of him like this?

“Sorry?” You manage to mumble.

“Would…a date be okay?” He swallowed hard, bringing a calloused, gloved hand to his neck and playing with a curl. Your fingers clenched around the handle of the door, blinking in surprise and pure confusion as he watched you carefully, awaiting an answer. The silence was deafening, save for the soft meow and scratching of Neko at the door and the calm breeze whisking past the both of you in waves. Something about his clear nervousness calmed you, giving you enough courage to nod and say, “That’d– be great.”

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

Izuku never had great luck with his words, his passionate spiels saved for the nassiest of villains who’d he believed deserved redemption. He just wanted to be a good person, someone that people regarded as a good man, like All Might. With that, his love for saving others always speaks for him, quickly leaving his mouth in perfect and persuasive sentences. With you, however? It was the most challenging thing he’s ever attempted. It'd been months before he finally spoke to you, and he was sure you hardly even knew he lived there due to your clearly starstruck expression. He’d watched you move in, heard you cursing up a storm over university homework, lugging in packages of dog food– which he knew you weren’t supposed to have. And yet still, he only hyped himself up in the expanse of his apartment, opting out of actually getting to the part where he might ask you out.

And so, he only watched you from afar– that was until today, when he’d haphazardly left his bedroom window ajar for his cat to sneak out and hop onto the flower boxes from flat to flat, keen on taking a rest in a particular someone’s bed. And now here you were, Neko languidly stretching at your feet like he hadn’t just ruined Izuku’s life. 

And Jesus did you look pretty, a thin sweater flanking a tank and pj pants hanging low on your hips. That was it, his life was ruined. He had no idea what to say to you, you who now looked at him with what he could only guess was annoyance at his breaking of your pot. And then you gave him a smile, assurance lacing your tone and a familiar excitement prevalent when you spoke again. 

“You’re Deku, aren’t you?” 

That just about killed him. And you were oh so pretty when you spoke– and when you thanked him profusely– that just about killed him too. 

Izuku scoured his brain, unable to flip through carefully picked notes and instead having to remember ounces of dating advice from Kacchan and Kirishima. His palms sweated and he brought them to wipe on his sweatpants. God, he felt like a highschooler again, that same dork who stuttered over every syllable. Kacchan would be confident, wouldn’t he? Loudmouthed, cocky– there was nothing keeping him from what he wanted. Izuku just had to channel all that. And that should be easy, right?

Shit, she’s walking away! He grimaced, feeling bile rise in his throat, catching your wrist, tongue finally betraying his mind’s first thoughts. 

“I’ve– I’ve got another way you could thank me.” He swallowed and allowed himself to meet your gaze, if only for a split moment. 

“...Sorry?” 

“Do you want to go out with me?” He tentatively asked, breach catching in his throat at your stricken expression. Your face was red, eyes widening in either shock or pure amusement. A cold wind passed, a moment passing seemingly even longer than that. And his breath all but left his body when you nodded and spoke, a smile widening on your face. 

“Okay.”

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

His apartment was quaint, similar layout to yours, save for the bathroom adjacent to his small bed. It was a wonder he could even fit in it, you thought, looking over his height and large arms as he stood at his kitchenette opposite of the door. This setting was a lot more intimate than the first few of your dates a few months ago, your first one being to a nice restaurant, and then a lunch picnic at his agency. He always said he wanted to cook for you, which is why now, a few months into your relationship, he finally felt confident enough to do so.

 The room smelled of sizzling chicken and boiling noodles, the green bouncing from appliance to appliance muttering recipe ingredients to himself. You watched from the small arm chair he’d forced you to take a seat in, a practically offended look on his face when you offered your help.

“Are you kidding me?” He’d gawked. “Sit, I’ll cook for you.” 

So, instead you stared at pictures hung high on his apartment walls, some of his mother and others of his former classmates. Dynamight still wore his signature scowl, even as a teen, and Shoto timidly smiled for the camera. Izuku, clad in his UA uniform beamed bright, messy curls hardly kept like bright, flickering fire catching a swift air. It reminded you of your friends at secondary school, enthusiastic and eager for the world the new heros had promised. And Midoriya’s passion all but reassured you that promise would be kept. 

A short curse came from the man and the sound of glass shattering made your eyes flick up to him, his eyebrows scrunched tightly wound as he tried his best to flick the pain from his hand. You rose, quickly moving to where he was crouched near a broken glass jar and a large gash was present on his palm. Neko stretched atop the counter, eyes slit and a guilty meow coming from him. You sank next to Izuku, looking over his wound and bringing a cloth hanging from the oven to his cut. “Thanks…” He muttered, an embarrassed look in his eyes when they finally flicked up to you, to your sympathetic focus. He had to admit though, you looked really pretty up close like this. 

“Damn Neko.” He chuckled and you followed suit, helping him up and to his bathroom. It was a simple four by four, the mirror decked with motivational sticky notes and inspirational All Might posters. He blushed even more, clearing his throat and coming to a stand in front of the mirror, standing taller over the posters. “Bandages?” You asked, too preoccupied with his palm to tease him about it. “Under the sink.” He answered, voice cracking and eyes widened when you sat him down on the toilet. A comfortable silence washed over you and you as you rushed warm water over the previously used cloth and pressed it to his hand. His hands were warm, soft– apart from the countless scars littering his skin. This one, this one was just another notch added to his countless array. 

“I never pegged you for the rule breaking type, Midoriya.” You raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing smile and he gave you a soft one back.

You rummaged through his cabinet while he watched in barely contained awe. He held his wrist, now dripping with blood and a swallow bobbing his throat as he nodded. “He’s a stray. It was cold– and it was raining… I couldn’t find it in me to leave him alone.” 

“That… sounds just like you… actually.” You chuckled, running the cloth under the water again and watching the clear liquid turn crimson. 

“What, a hero?” He wore a half-hearted smile, eyes flicking between you and his palm.

“Mm… a good person.”

His heart stuttered in his chest, breath slowing while he watched you press the bandage across his rough skin. He didn’t wince, not because it didn’t sting, but because he couldn’t help but redirect all his senses to you. His chest warmed, spreading throughout and up his throat like a liquid. You were too good and apparently you thought he was too. 

“A good person, hm?” 

“Of course.” You hummed, oblivious to the rising warmth of his cheeks and the goosebumps prickling on his skin. Did you not know how much you affected him? 

And he can’t help but lean down and capture your lips with his, leaving his bandage half lifting in the hurry of his passion. He pressed his hand to your thigh and then under it, effectively lifting you and on to his lap. Izuku tilted his head, delving deeper as you cup his freckled cheeks and giggle a soft, surprised sound. 

“Izu–” 

A strangled groan left his lips at your nickname, a knowing grin smiling into his mouth. You pushed back with just as much fervor, running your fingers over his scalp and sinking them deep into his curls. You whined when he pulled back, pressing chaste pecks to your neck and collarbone and cheek, seemingly drunk off the mere thought of you. His eyes were glazed over, hair tousled from your fingers running through it and he kept pulling you closer like you were about to disappear. He’s clearly timid, shy– but he clumsily presses his lips onto yours like he’d known to do this his entire life. 

It’s only when he hears the smoke detector ringing that he pulls away,  slipping you off his lap. He presses another kiss to your face before going to the kitchen where smoke pillows, lifting off the now burnt food and straight into the detector. He curses once more, fanning away smoke like his life solely depended on it, trying to calm the device before it annoyed the neighbors enough to contact the landlord. He carded a hand through his hair, watching you softly giggle at the entire fiasco. He let out a somewhat dejected sigh, giving you a sloppy grin and sliding across the room to cup your face. 

“I’m– sorry about dinner, love.” He exhales, but can’t help but give you more kisses on your jaw and cheek. He seemingly couldn’t pull away, large hands locked onto you like a wayward lifeline. 

“It’s cool, Zu… let's order takeout, mhm?” 

And Neko yawned, meowing in agreement atop his wooden dresser.

[tipsyon-tea]

Blind Spot - Deleted Scenes - Ch 2

Much of chapter 2 was originally meant to be in DG's POV, but got rewritten and changed. I still have the wips, just be warned that the scene plays out slightly different from the final draft.

For those who haven't read the main fic, this is an altered take on DG trying to scare an MC that can see in the dark.

♪⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅♪

She was a difficult one to get a read on. It wasn't that DG didn't trust his friend’s judgement, but he did wonder if Chewy had gone off the deep end, talking about her being all shy and sweet.  

His expression fell as the two eerie discs of light appeared in the storeroom, slowly rising up to a standing height. Cat eyes. It wasn't much use turning the lights off if the shortstack could see in the dark. He liked it more when they were uncertain, calling out in the dark. She had been such a jumpy little thing before, all flustered and out of sorts over a joke, but this silence wasn't nervous. He knew what it felt like when prey was getting ready for a counterattack.

He briefly considered how far he could take it. Whether it would be worth calling her bluff. His hand resting thoughtfully on the handle to the door, knowing if he closed it he'd be cutting off that night vision of hers. It would disadvantage him as well, but he was willing to bet he had far more experience fighting in dark places.

He was still at work though. Damon might get antsy if he messed with her too much anyway.

He flicked the light back on, laughing to himself when she startled at the brightness. A muttered curse reaching his ears as the broom clattered to the floor. Cute that she thought using it would have helped her. He wanted to see what sort of face she’d make when he ripped off that precious sense of security. Though unfortunately for him, it made things easier for Damon if she still had that on. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed, putting on a false air of cheer as he crossed the room to grab the dustpan and brush off the shelf. He watched her blink a couple times, her gaze narrowed as she finally cleared them of the spots. “I couldn’t resist~ I was hoping you’d have a more interesting reaction, but I guess you’re not all that bothered by the dark.”

“...how do you figure?” She looked over at him, sounding confused, only to stiffen when she saw him approach. How precious. Her gaze flickered to the arm he had partially hidden, and he made no effort to hide his grin as he tucked it further out of sight. 

He came to a stop, grinning at her wary expression. He recognised that look. The apprehension mixed with uncertainty, waiting to see what he did next. He liked it on her. Despite being so jumpy, he got the feeling she wasn’t a total pushover, which was a shame. It'd have been easier to work with her if she was.

“You got cat eyes,” he said, tapping the side of his head. He grinned when she realised. 

“Oh, right.” She raised a hand to her eye, touching the markings on her cheek. It was lamentable that she already knew his toy gun was fake from before. He wanted to see how she reacted, backed into a corner and begging for her life. 

“Ah well, guess I'll have to find another way of messing with you.” He pulled a dustpan and brush from behind his back, waving it at her with a teasing grin. He wasn't sure how she'd managed to smash a singular coffee jar, but the shelves behind her did seem to be for loose stock.

“By making me jump for it?” 

He chuckled. Not that he hadn't considered it. It was just more fun to see her confusion as he walked past her, kneeling down to begin sweeping up the mess. “That's an option,” he agreed with a chuckle. “It was cute you thought the broom was going to save you.”

“It was a solid Plan B,” she said, not sounding impressed.

He could feel her stare on his back, but paid it no mind. There was a beaten up box nearby that he grabbed, folding over the flaps to hold the glass and coffee from the dustpan. "Whatever you say, doll-"

“Oi, dumbass!” The echoing voice of her coworker cut him off, and his eyes narrowed with displeasure. Rasmus, he’d said his name was. DG wasn't a fan. “What’s taking so long?!”

“Fuck me. Here we go,” she muttered. Her grip tightened around the broom, stomping over to the door to poke her head out, and DG had no shame in letting his gaze roam down the view he got. Those pants were certainly doing her favours, and he was no Damon, but he was tempted to take a photo for his best friend’s viewing purposes. “Give me a minute! I’m cleaning up!”

“Cleaning up what?!” The prick’s voice was getting closer. DG decided he may as well. It took all of two seconds to open the camera and click the button, grinning to himself as they continued their shouting match. He typed in a quick message for his dear old buddy, attaching the image before he clicked off the phone. 

[Final delivery for the night~]

“The roller door is open. You’ve got the lights out even though I keep telling you to keep them on-!” Rasmus stopped when he arrived in the doorway, doing a double take as he spotted DG. “And what is he still doing here?!”

“He's helping me clean up the coffee,” she said sourly, leaning against the frame. DG watched with interest as her demeanour shifted, much less of that forced politeness showing. “It got knocked over when I was grabbing the cereal box.”

“Just helping out.” DG finished sweeping up the second pile they had, dumping it into their makeshift bin. “The lights were on me. And your co-worker helped me out, so I’m returning the favour.”

“Don’t cover for her,” Rasmus said, shooting a glare sideways. She waited until his eyes were trained back on DG before throwing her hands up in inarticulate frustration. DG would’ve felt sorry for her, if it wasn’t also hilarious to watch her lose her shit.

“You can go,” she said to DG, stomping back into the room to continue sweeping up the grains of coffee. “It’s my mess, so I’ll deal with it. Thanks for the help though.”

“...aren’t you meant to be watching the store or something?” DG said, grinning at the fuming Rasmus.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re closed. And if your job is done then you’re welcome to leave.”

DG shrugged. There wasn’t any particular reason he should stay. He wasn’t about to stick around for the sake of Damon’s crush. “Sure thing, bud. I’ve loaded it onto your stacker truck, so all you have to do is drive it into its place.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The coworker was clearly not over DG’s earlier prank. Honestly, some people needed to loosen up.

“Well, it was certainly a pleasure doing business with you,” DG said, shooting a wink at the girl over his shoulder as he headed for the door. Rasmus followed him out, closing the roller door almost as soon as DG was outside. DG gave it a bit, but he didn’t hear any shouting start up again, so with a shrug he closed the doors to the van and hopped in the front.

♪⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅♪

[britt-kageryuu]

Random Social Media from VTurtles! Fans. Vtuber Turtles!

--------------------

Unicorn_Turtlefan: My roommate was able to get some Caffeinated Turtle Coffee. It tasted amazing! And with just one cup I stayed up all night cramming for a huge test, sat through the test and following classes, and promptly crashed at 9pm. 10/10 Would drink again!!!

》QuackChirp_TurtleDuck: Is that even safe, and if so which blend?

》Unicorn_Turtlefan: Well it's about as safe as any highly Caffeinated drink, and it was The Andromeda Mocha blend.

-------------------

Turtle-Conspiracy: You can not tell me they don't have more than just a cat as a pet. Did you here that Hiss during Dees' stream? That was reptilian, not mammalian!

》PopGoesTurtle: Really living up to your username aren't you? They could've just been watching a pet for someone. They're very knowledgeable in reptiles.

》Shelldon & River: We've seen weirder stuff from random conspiracy theorists on here. Can't confirm or deny anything.

》PopGoesTurtle: I feel like I was just blessed and cursed at the same time.🐢📱❤

------------------

Blissful_ArtBlock: I got some Caffeinated Turtle tea from a friend, who was sworn to secrecy on where they got it. Stardust Dream Lavender blend. Best. Tea. Ever! I was so rested afterwards, could not recommend it enough. If you can ever get it.

》RainbowBonbon: How rested are we talking here? Asleep for 12 hours rested, or 3 Days of no obligations rested?

》Blissful_ArtBlock: Like I went to bed at a reasonable hour, and didn't need to be anywhere the next day! Plus my body didn't wake me up at 6am automatically!

------------------

Softshell_Simp: Dee could infect my computer with a highly destructive virus, and I would thank them~~~~💜💜💜

》Dee_Softshell: Well this is highly disturbing, and I don't believe I will send you a virus, I will instead just request you go to therapy.

》Softshell_Simp: NO Wait!!!! Please come baxk!?!!?!`#*&&*:# IT WAS A JOKE!!!!

-----------------

Video: Red Angel flexing compilation!❤

Video: BlueNeon being a Sassy Queen!

Video: Edit of everytime Dee dances on stream!

Video: Mandarins random advice during streams.

----------------

TurtleinaPaintcan: Here's some progress pictures of my Blue cosplay, with a WIP River prop!

[Image ID: 1. A in progress of Leo's Event Costume, currently showing the Royal Blue Kimono Jacket with possible LED elements. The pants are folded next to it. 2. A pile of metallic teal fabric cut and waiting to be stitched together.]

》SplashofSeaPaint: That looks Awesome, I'm working on a Dee costume with a Shelldon. Team Up for an Event?

》TurtleinaPaintcan: If we can both get to the same event, maybe. Pics?

-----------------

Turtle-Conspiracy: I did another rewatch of all of the VODs, there is no way they had a reptilian pet, there would be no reason to have one close to the recording area. There is evidence that they're Hiding Something! And not just their identities. I will find out this secret if it's the last thing I do! Link to all my findings -Here-.

》Dee_Softshell: Congratulations! You just won a remote harddrive wipe. Please Hold!

》Turtle-Conspiracy: How? HOW? IT'S ALL GONE!!!!! EVEN THE BACKUPS!!!

-----------------

Masterpost

[heartbreakincident]

hustle cat (graves) sounds very intriguing 👀

keen eyed followers may recognize hustle cat as the name of one of the games recommended on my indie romance VN rec list, and that's exactly what this is for.

so to start, i want to clarify that hustle cat is very good and i like it a lot, which is why i recommended it. however, i do have some issues with the way the plot resolves in the final route with graves, so let me explain.

the very quick version is that the MC starts working at a cat cafe where all the employees are cursed to turn into cats whenever they leave the cafe premises. by going on each of your coworkers' routes, you cutie romance them AND ALSO help them break the curse and find hints to the true nature of what's going on here, and there's a fight with a bad guy (nacht), and each one basically follows the same structure with some tweaks depending on the route.

once you complete all the routes with your coworkers, you unlock the final route with your mysterious boss graves. graves is my favourite, i like him a lot, but i found that there were inconsistencies and choices made in the resolution with graves and nacht's feud that i didn't like as much as i could have. like, it was sort of teased as the route where you would get all the answers and everything would come together, and while it did, it also kind of didn't for me, because of certain choices/elements.

thus, the classic Kellan Tweaks Canon fic was made. most of my ongoing wips are casual fics never really meant to see the light of day, made with the intention of rewriting and expanding on canon and making it basically my Idealized Version of itself, and that's what this is. i swapped the MC out with an OC that could have a more defined backstory, made him more confrontational with graves, and added more relationship development just because i can. and also fixed the inconsistencies and have plans to fix the resolution with nacht, as well. and by "fix" i mean make it more to my tastes, really.

AGAIN: THIS IS A GOOD GAME AS IS!!!! i just like to get my hand on the ball and play around with stuff.

here's a snip:

It's evidently coffee, as was requested, which isn't really Darcy's preference but was still amenable. But, much more importantly, there was latte art of a little sleepy cat on top. Darcy is delighted—he'd only ever seen latte art like this online. The most complicated design he'd ever managed to make at his old job was a heart. "Oh, this is so lovely!" Darcy says brightly, grinning over at Hayes. Maybe if he's cheery enough, it'll rub off on him somehow and ease his anxiety a bit. "Thank you, darling." Hayes turns crimson almost immediately. "Um, yeah, of course," he barely manages, and he turns on his heel and scurries away without another word. Were all of the employees here so easy to fluster? Darcy chuckles into his hand before turning his full attention back to Graves. "Shy, isn't he?" "Yes," Graves agrees, his rings clinking against the side of his cup as he takes a sip, immediately destroying the beautiful milk foam cat floating in his cup. He hums, pleased. "But he makes the best coffee I've ever had the pleasure of drinking. I'm not entirely sure what I did before him." He glances down at his own beverage, lifting it into his hand and tilting it this way and that, trying to muddy the design a little so he'd feel less bad about killing the cat by drinking it, but it wasn't working. "Drank significantly worse coffee, I imagine."

[synthapostate]

WIP List

I'm going to keep doing this until my head explodes.

Resist Psychic Death - Possessed Newt.

The Tropes Nobody Asked For - A bodyswap AU. This would be complete if I could come up with a concluding paragraph to wrap things up.

I could be writing sweaty nerd sex like a normal person but no - Maybe if I changed the title I could wrap my head around this?

Heating Pad - A cat adopts Hermann.

Miserable, Lonely and Depressed (Pathetic) - The return of Cool Uncle Newt. (He’s not cool, he’s possessed.)

Vampire AU - I mean obviously I had to write a vampire AU at some point. (Comedy.)

Some Days You Just Can’t Get Rid of a Bomb - Newt tries to solve capitalism. I don’t think this is even going anywhere, but I like the title too much to let it go.

Cold as Ice - Hurt/Comfort? Something. Contains no hurt/comfort and has nothing to do with cold or ice, but…it’s…something. A convergence of “whoever will take him” and (numbers) “will never betray me”. Hurt people hurt people, but survivors can be kind.

Newt’s Passion - A sex pollen fic. (No, it isn’t.) (Zom com.)

Other, Funnier Ghost Story - Vampires, full horror. Gore, angst, little bit of body horror. About 20k words so far.

Consent is Sexy - A team-building exercise leads to certain confessions that would not be made while sober.

Cold as Ice 2: Alaskan Boogaloo - Set in Vladivostok and it turned out to be about the Kaidonovskys.

The Worst Thing I Can Possibly Imagine - My genuine attempt to work through something, but then I thought of a punchline so now it’s a funny little shitpost.

Splash - A…feelings thing. The first tentative steps toward getting along.

Caffeine Blues - I swore I would never write a coffee shop au, but…One chapter to go? December is becoming a monster chapter that might have to split again.

Fields of Azure - Newt and Hermann are sent on an outdoorsy team-building retreat with some rangers (possibly by mistake) and both turn out to be full of surprises. Pure fluff.

Stop You Have Enough WIPs - Some silly fluff for these stressful times.

Shoes - Newt’s past catches up with him. Hermann is intrigued.

Groundhog Day - Hey man, these sci fi tropes exist for a reason.

Newt and Hermann Go On Six Dates - I write fluff now 😊💖

Hermann Gets Shot - It is so dangerous to start a fight in an elevator when one of the people you’re fighting has a gun.

Return to Sender - Newt leaves Hong Kong to work for Shao. Angst. Uhhhhh I used that title for something else. What’s another song about letters?

Find Me in the Drift - Some very disorganized ramblings that might be a sequel to Dinner With a Friend.

The Curse of Gottlieb Manor - In which I actually try to write horror on purpose, and give myself the most intense nightmares I’ve had in years. I’m toning it down for the actual story.

Painting the Kitchen - About finding a future after the apocalypse is averted.

Total Eclipse of the Heart - Jake Pentecost doesn’t trust Newt, decides to keep a close eye on him to guard Hermann’s back, and accidentally ends up with two new dads.

A Kidnapping - Um…it’s a kidnapping.

Wake Up, Dr. Jones! - More trauma. Possibly too much trauma actually. Scrap this?

Space Opera - When the first kaiju comes through the breach, Newt fires off a plea for help into deep space. There can’t be just one alien race out there, right? Maybe some of them will be on our side.

Cherry Bomb - Apropos of nothing, Newt decides to bite the bullet and seduce Hermann.

Third Act Breakup - I hate romcoms. Let’s do this thing.

Sweet Siren Song - Newt is doing his biology thing in the Atlantic, Hermann is an inexperienced sailor who shouldn’t be out alone on a day like this, they both get caught in a storm, turns out mermaids are real. (Romance.) (Accidental horror.)

What’s Your Angle - Turns out mermaids are real. (Horror.) (Accidental romance?)

Etiquette and Protocol - Loosely based on a dream, the boys are forced to take an etiquette class because anger management isn’t working. (Protip: if you encourage me to add something to my list, I probably will.)

Am I Blue - In which Newt learns how far Hermann is willing to go to save him.

Mr. Cellophane - Post-war, they go their separate ways, but when Newt is involved in an unlikely lab accident, obviously his first thought is to go to Hermann for help.

Hanahaki - I never thought I would write a hanahaki fic, not because I hate the premise but simply because I had never heard of it until this year and it seemed too specific to intrude on. But when do I ever pass up the opportunity to gorge myself at the angst buffet? Still angst but I have entirely dropped the hanahaki premise.

Time is On My Side - I reuse the tag “Hermann Gottlieb bends all of time and space to his will for the man he loves,” whether it's applicable or not.

Chuck Punches Hermann in the Face - He was aiming for Newt.

I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm - In which Newt owns a space heater, and Hermann does not.

Marriage of Convenience - Lars Gottlieb has a scheme, Hermann will do anything to get out of it, Newt is an agent of chaos, fake dating ensues.

The Allegations - In which Hermann is not beating them.

Perspective - A very nice day. :) (Lie.)

Regency - In which I decide not to let all the meticulous research I've done go to waste. Apparently I'm writing a full regency romance novel, and it will be held to Harlequin's publication standards. (For historical accuracy. I already know I'm too gay for market.)

Alternate Universe - Hermann Gottlieb bends all of time and space to his will for the man he loves. Again.

Genie in a Bottle - I'm putting Hermann through too many shenanigans. It's only because he's my favorite.

Straight to Voicemail - An urban fantasy AU. Possibly horror. We'll see.

Spacewalk - In which the Shatterdome is a deep space colony ship, and I pay homage to my favorite sci fi author.

Search Party - Post-precursors recovery fic, in which Newt relearns that he is the good man Hermann says he is.

Hospital Whump (Take Two) - In which I will NOT get sidetracked by feels, and they WILL end up in the hospital, and there will be both hurt and comfort.

Hermann Holds a Baby - Too dark, might delete.

Blue Christmas - Because I love working on things that wouldn't make sense to post yet.

Dragonslayer - High fantasy AU. Obvious premise, but what the hell, dragons are cool.

[teitpp]

Weird questions — 12, 16, 32, 34, 38

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

I don't know what it says about my that I am so skeptical of Genies an Witches but I would ask for the following:

Wish One: For any WIPs and plot bunnies outstanding upon my death to be teleported instantly into the brain of the person who could make the most use of it. And for me to somehow get to read the completed stories.

Wish Two: To be able to write in Japanese because then I could translate all my sailor moon fics into the language they were first created in. (With my luck this would not come with the bonus of being able to read Japanese. I know how magic caveats work.

Wish Three: That every time I get an idea for a non-canon-breaking fanfic, a notification gets sent to every canon-controlling Publisher or TV Exec with a relevant query letter about the idea and my contact info.

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

Coffee sleeve. Or a feather. Possibly a sock.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

It's actually from a manga series. I read it when I was 10 and it's been burned into my brain ever since.

Thank god for Miss Dream having all these on the internet. Here: my eternal brain rot.

Background: 900 year old lonely little girl (don't think too hard about it) gets brainwashed by a world ending time-traveling enemy who promises her what she wants most: to be grown up and not need anybody. What saves her: Not her parents love (the anime fucked this up) not true loves kiss. Not her mom's super powerful god-tier magic powers. Nope... Grief. Grief breaks through the brainwashing. Grief awakens her own god-tier magic. Grief breaks the curse. Grief for her one single friend in the whole universe.

It's been 20 years and I'm still not normal about this.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

Ohboiohboiohboi.

So the Oxford comma - otherwise known as the serial comma, where you place a comma after every item in a list - is the correct and logical way to do list comma placement.

The newspaper comma - where you as a general rule leave the comma out of the the last spot in the list - is a contrived invention who's sole purpose is to save publishers a few cents per character, or to ensure that the body of the article can fit in the cramped little column alotted to it on page 4.

Oh but regional differences - no. hush. what region do you speak of? Is their major industry a news organization? That's what I thought.

But work's style guide says - Don't care. Work's style guide is based on it's press release office for convenience then. It is wrong. I will die on this hill.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

What is really weird about my writing process: I make spreadsheets and powerpoint slide decks to organize my thoughts. Yes including formula based columns. They have gradient color coding based on how close to my self imposed deadline and how many estimated words i have left. The slide decks get fancy i'm a weird little nerd like this.

[my-soul-sings]

[wrt my current WIP "If We Had Never Met"]

coffee shop AU let's go!!!!!!!!!!

so far the only other AU ideas that i think i could maybe do are:

Cat AU (think shrek curse on MC but cat curse)

Pro-fighter AU (because that wrestling card ALWAYS makes me swoon but also writing fight scenes always makes me wanna delete the entire document and never look at it again)

Guy next door / Neighbour AU (bc UHHNNGNGGG)

also jotted down somewhere that i want dancing in the rain. Or kissing in the rain. Or SOMETHING in the rain. :>

give me romcom sylus i want him in every AU possible.

[i-will-write]

I have no idea where I was going with this :)

and Book of the Apoclaypse ;))))

Thank you for asking (even if the first reaction to this ask was being confused, what do you mean you had no idea where you were going with this ask? Then I remembered it's the name of one of my WIPs lol)!

"I have no idea where I was going with this :)" is another one of my MCU WIPs! And, as the title says, I don't remember what the og plot was, nowadays is mostly a dump ground for various scenes regarding 2012-era-avengers. Here's a snippet from the so called prologue:

"Retreat and I will let the kid and his family go unharmed."

Cool, at least he was open to negotiating.

"What about you let the kid go, then we'll see from there."

Loki made another one of those smiles-that-weren't-really-smiles raising his eyebrows.

"You really want me to let the kid in the middle of a pack of very protective Jaktoun?"

"Jak-what?" Loki showed his teeth. Well, at least now they had a name for the fucking alien emus "Is like an Asgardian thing or something?"

"Vanir, actually."

"Amazing, always loved to visit other places in the galaxy, wonde-" "You don't, trust me."

Tony snorted.

"Bad luck with that, pal."

And from the at-this-moment the ending:

Tony grunted at the light electrocution and then cursed at the broken microchip. He needed sleep, but more realistically he was going to need more coffee.

He was too old for any of this shit.

Book of the Apocalypse is a The Umbrella Academy WIP, mostly still in the planning stages so I'm gonna talk about it instead of sharing a snippet.

As anybody could suspect from the title, the whole plot revolves around the apocalypse (which... not a surprise for any TUA fans). BUT not any apocalypse, but the Bible apocalypse!

In this fic God has a plan for the universe and that plan only tangently includes an apocalypse (it's more of a solution to a pest problem tbh). To make sure that everything goes as planned God needs to put all of the pieces on the chessboard and avoid interventions from the cosmic cat teying to swipe the pices off. For doing so God decide to set the chessboard at the last possible moment: October 1st, 1989, at 9:38p.m. All the pieces are then born, now they only need to play their correct role while God waits and enjoys the show.

Im not gonna spoil the end, but there is a lot of Bible imagery ofc taken directly from the last book of the Bible (the book of apocalypse lol) and a lot of moving pieces of plot who need to interlock so a good planning is necessary for this fic.

[cloverwriteswords]

WIP Introduction: Curses, Cats, and a Coffee to Go

-> Synopsis:

What the Department of Unusual Incidents lacked in predictability, it more than made up for in sheer fun. Zuri had never loved a job as much as she loved this one. The work was, above all, entertaining, even when it got dangerous, and she’d come to expect things going awry, but really, this was getting ridiculous, even for her.

When a routine investigation goes haywire and traps Zuri in the form of a cat, she has less than a week to break the curse or be stuck forever. Unable to communicate with her friends and coworkers, Zuri finds her only source of help to be a magical tiger from an alternate universe, a spunky stray struggling to stay afloat, and a protective talisman that may or may not be sentient.

With only 6 days to save her humanity, Zuri and her new companions know they only have one shot to track down the person who cursed her, embarking on an epic cross-country trip that will change their lives forever.

-> Genre:

Urban fantasy

-> POV:

Third person limited, single pov, past tense

-> Characters:

Zuri Zahav | Ashoka | Mrrthra | The Talisman | Mallory Fords

-> Status:

Planning

-> Features:

Mundane magic

Hints of Jewish mythology

Curses, charms, and magic as a living thing

The weirdest road trip you’ve ever seen

And, most importantly, the power of friendship

Seriously, maybe the real treasure is the menagerie of magical cats we meet along the way

->(I don’t have an excerpt ready so...) Aesthetic:

Blue and yellow, sunlight, reading tea leaves, winding roads, old books, sense of adventure, the stars at dawn, impending sense of doom, laughing with friends, sketching in old notebooks, learning something new, yellow tape, passion and drive, cold lemonade and warm rich coffee, save the bees, roadside attractions, Waffle Houses, environmental activism, a curious streak and a nose for trouble, a smattering of freckles, a bouquet of daisies

-> Blog Tags:

OC: Zuri Zahav | OC: Ashoka | OC: Mrrthra | OC: Mallory Fords | WIP: Curses Cats and a Coffee to Go

This is a lighter story than what I usually gravitate towards, and my goal for this is to create an expansive world filled with possibilities that’s fun to write in. I’m still in planning stages right now, and my immediate plans are to make character intro posts this week! Word length wise, this’ll probably be a novella, so about 30000-40000 words? We’ll see how it goes.

Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

[cloverwriteswords]

Hello hi yes I have many dragons and many cats!!

Curses, Cats, and a Coffee to Go is about three cats (technically)! Zuri is a normal human who accidentally gets turned into a cat, Mrrthra is a stray cat she meets trying to get turned back, and Ashoka is a tiger from an alternate reality who knows magic and offers his assistance!

Percy, one of the protagonists from my unnamed immortals WIP, owns six cats! They are, in order of him getting them, Clarissa (tortoiseshell molly), Edgar (longhaired black tom with a white underbelly), Poetry (grey tabby molly with a white chest patch and missing right front leg), Tapestry (deaf white molly), Lionel (cream classic tabby tom with white front paws), and Angelica (grey spotted tabby molly)! Percy is also a dragon shapeshifter, so there’s that.

In fact, most of my wips feature dragons in one way or another! Ariza, from Love and War, has a pet dragon who’s Labrador sized and just as cute (and there are plenty of wild dragons in her home kingdom), Briar, from the Princess and the Dragon, is telepathically bonded to her dragon Slatewing (and the kingdom they live in has a lot of dragons too), and there are both real and steampunk dragons in the Chains That Free Us! From that WIP, Enoch has two dragons (one for professional dragon racing and a smaller one for companionship), his father owns a dragon racing stable, Samuel works with steampunk dragons and is learning how to make them, and Frances (eventually) owns a steampunk companion named Copperfoot!

we’re ending day eight with a chance to talk about your ocs! either reblog this post, or tag this blog in a post you make of your own, and tell us all about the animals in your story. do you have dragons? do you have cats? are they main characters, background creatures? 

anything you want to share about animals, do it here!

[ladylynse]

Three sentence Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja fics! Since I had too many links in this three sentence fic post again for the links to survive, these ones have been split off on their own. You can also check out my tumblr fic masterpost, random WIP scenes and snippets, fic ideas, or find me on FFnet and the AO3! Alternatively, take a peek at the fanart and fanfic I’ve been gifted. If you like my work, please consider buying me a coffee. (I write thank you snippets–which could be an expansion of a three sentence fic if you like!)

-|-

Debbie (”competition”) (find an expansion of this idea by @sach216 here) Julian (”secrets”) Randy (”revealed”) (continued here) Randy (”captured”) Randy (“I wasn’t expecting that, but hey! It works!”) Debbie and Howard (“Why is it that when I’m with you, this always happens?”) Randy and Debbie (and Howard) (”protect”) Miss Wickwhacker (”cat herd”) Howard and Randy (”bad mood”) Viceroy, (Ninja) (”skill not luck”) Debbie, (Randy, Howard) (”God, why must I deal with these idiots”, “comedy”) Debbie (”fight my own battles”) Randy and McFist (”anger issues”) Debbie and Randy (”Debbie/Randy”) Randy (”Randy is cursed to steal because of the mask”, “Cursed AU”) Howard and Randy (”Howard is offered a Ninja Mask”) Howard, (Randy, other) (”Randy lost in the shadow realm”) Randy (”time to pass on the mantle of the Ninja”) Howard (and Randy) (”despair”) Howard and Randy (”father”) Mort, (Howard, Heidi, Randy) (”parenthood”) Randy, Miss Wickwhacker (”musical theatre”) Randy and Theresa (”Randy/Theresa”) Randy (Theresa) (”first date”, “fowlham”) Howard (and Randy) (”mind wipe”) Brent (”lonely”) Braedon (”disappointment”) Rachel and Stevens (”lost and alone”) Amanda Levay/the Sorceress (”purple roses”) Randy (”graduation”) Howard and Debbie (”the soup demands violence”) Viceroy (”crossbody”) | fanart by @imadumdumjewel Debbie and Randy (”prom”, “Debbie/Randy”) Debbie and Randy (”first date”, “Debbie/Randy”) Debbie and Randy (”debate”, “Debbie/Randy”) Randy and Viceroy (”into the future”) Randy and NomiRandy (”Randy vs Evil Randy”) Howard, Randy, Theresa (”Fowlham wedding”) Theresa, Randy, their kids (”Fowlham”, “children”) Howard, Theresa, (Debbie, Randy) (”spilling secrets”) Mort, Heidi, (Howard) (”family squabbles”) Howard and Randy (”angst”) Randy, (Theresa, Howard) (”Fowlham”, “red strings” soulmate AU) Howard and Debbie (”best man blessings”) Randy and First Ninja (”Ultimate Ninja”) Debbie and Theresa (“Fowlham”, “at the altar/vows”) Howard and Debbie (”Weinerkang”, “divorce”) note: still pairing positive Randy, Flute Girl, (Howard, Theresa, Debbie) (”alumni reunion”) Viceroy and his mother (”Viceroy’s mother”, father’s death) //grief, past character death Theresa and Randy (”parents meeting”, “Fowlham”) Bash and Hannibal McFist (”daddy issues”) Theresa, Randy, (their daughter) (”bundle of joy”, “Fowlham”) Heidi (”ego”) Theresa, Howard, (Randy) (”third wheel”, Fowlham) Hannibal and Terry (”brothers”) Randy, (Theresa, Debbie, Howard) (”sleepover”, “Fowlham”) Theresa (”baton”) Howard and Randy (”insecurity”) Theresa, Randy, (Howard, Debbie) (”growing old”, “Fowlham”) Randy and Debbie (”Debbie and the Mask”) Debbie (”Debbie’s Ultimate Lesson”) Randy, Debbie, Howard, (Theresa) (”When did this happen?”) The Sorcerer (”whole”) First Ninja (”grieving”) Randy, Howard, Debbie (”it is on”) Theresa and Debbie (”not invited”) Randy (”do or die”) Howard, Debbie, Theresa (”car”) Theresa and Randy (”wrinkles”, “Fowlham”) Heidi (”music”) Randy (”greatest evil”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”, “right behind you”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”) Heidi (”university”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “just go”) Randy (Debbie) (”Kangham”, “taken”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “caught me”) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “compromise”) Viceroy and Randy (”others”) Randy, Theresa, Debbie (”Fowlkangham”, “secrets”) Heidi (”another ninja”) First Ninja (”ninjas”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”, “first”) Debbie and Randy (”Kangham”, “please”) Randy and First Ninja (”others”) Randy and First Ninja (”unite”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “sorry”, “reveal”) Randy, Theresa, Debbie (”Fowlkangham”, “confession”) Randy and First Ninja (”unite the others”) Randy and First Ninja (”the other eight”) Randy, Debbie, Theresa (”Fowlkangham”, “first date”) Theresa and Randy (”Fowlham”, “forgive”) Randy and Theresa (”songs rock”, light Fowlham) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “vulnerability”) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “childhood encounters”) Randy and Theresa (”Fowlham”, “unholy crusade” (if this is a thing it is not the thing you recognize because I do not know the thing--so sfw)) Howard and Randy (”Kangham”, “stick”) Randy, Theresa, their daughter (”Fowlham”, “family trip”) Randy and Debbie (”Kangham”, “luck runs out”) Viceroy, McFist, (the Ninja) (blackout) Randy, Heidi, Debbie, (Howard) (stormbound) The Nomicon and Randy (”Human!Nomicon AU”, reflections)

[kedreeva]

Finally, it is wednesday. :D Please some Sentinel CH 10!

I was mean with the angst last week, so here's something happier!

WIP Wednesday | Make me write | Guiding Light

-----

“Going that well?” Eddie asks, grin curled about his tone like a lazy cat.

“Shut up,” Steve tells him, and immediately burns his tongue on the coffee and starts cursing.

“Karma’s a bitch,” Eddie tells him with a laugh, and takes the thermos away again. “I thought you could be responsible with a hot drink.”

“Clearly not,” Steve says, rubbing his tongue over the roof of his mouth. Great. “Why the hell’s it so hot?”

“It’s in a thermos, Steve, it keeps things hot.”

[undercoveravenger]

Descendants Masterlist

All of my oneshots and longer fics listed alphabetically by character; just click the link to go to the fic! [No longer accepting requests for this fandom]

Soulmate AU Preferences: Soulmate au preferences for the main cast of Descendants.

Ben

Selective Mutism: It's hard to find something to say when you're treated like shit by your own family, but when you find someone worth fighting for, it might finally be enough to get you to stand up to your sister and her crew.

Selective Mutism P2: Ben may have been the best thing to ever happen to you, but he's also kind of a little shit sometimes. Especially at times like these, when he's insisting that you meet your Uncle Triton.

Hearts on Fire: How could you have known that you would be stolen away by a cursed prince on your way home?

Enchanting: When your mom is the woman who cursed the Beast, it's kind of hard to have the guts to ask out his son.

Home Safe: After Audrey cursed the kingdom, you had been worried you wouldn't see your boyfriend again. You should've known better; Ben would find his way back to you safely no matter what it took.

Black Knight: First and foremost, a knight’s duty is to his kingdom

Meeting the Parents: Ben’s anxiety has been building as the time came to introduce his parents to his new boyfriend, though it seems like he shouldn’t have been worried after all.

Pumpkin Spice and All Things Nice: Who'd have guessed that you'd get a date with the king of Auradon in your local coffee shop.

Carlos DeVil

Dog Days: Carlos' birthday is coming up and the two of you are doing something special for it.

Puppy Love: (WIP FIC) Carlos was new to the whole "Prep school" thing, but he was ready to give it a shot. He was also ready to try getting over his fear of dogs when the school's bad-boy was there to help. He was ready to unravel (M/N)'s mysterious past, but he was not ready to face the wolf that is said to roam the school grounds. And he certainly wasn't ready fall in love.

Chad Charming

Opposites Attract: As the son of a demon, you'd always known that you wouldn't fit in in Auradon. It wasn't expected that Chad would end up sticking up for you, let alone developing a crush. [Part 2: Click Here]

Gil

Under Your Skin: [Creature Week 2020] When Gil was a kid, he used to have a little friend that was a seal. Now that he’s older, he knows that the little seal was actually a selkie.

Big Bad Boyfriend: The time had come, Gil was sure of it. The two of you had been dating for quite a while, and it was time for you to quit acting like such a scaredy-wolf and meet the crew.

The Way to a Man’s Heart: It’s true what they say; the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Luckily you inherited your mother’s cooking skills.

The Best Things Come In Threes: (Gil & Harry poly) You’d been struggling to fit in at Auradon Prep. Luckily your boyfriends are there to make you feel better.

Harry Hook

Not All Treasure: When you've got a ship, you need a crew, and if that crew comes with a hot first mate then all the better, right?

True Love’s Kiss: When your boyfriend is hit with a sleeping curse, it’s up to you to save the day, even if your father doesn’t approve.

The Best Things Come In Threes: (Gil & Harry poly) You’d been struggling to fit in at Auradon Prep. Luckily your boyfriends are there to make you feel better.

Hooked Hands and Cheshire Grins: Harry's first day at Auradon Prep was... surprising to say the least, especially when his tour guide is half-cat. [Part 2: Relationship Headcanons]

Wrong Leveeeeer: Finding your way in the world can be hard for anyone. It can be even harder when you're living on the Isle of the Lost.

Not a Princess: (Headcanons) They say that pirates are the masters of the sea, but what happens when the son of an infamous pirate captain meets a boy with the same control of the ocean that his mother did.

Darlings: After happily dating Harry Hook for as long as you had, it was inevitable that you’d eventually have to meet his family. [LINK TO PART 2]

The Captain's Brother: When Harry finds some guy hanging around his captain, he is not happy about it. How was he supposed to know that he was her brother?

Where You're Meant to Be: As Maleficent's son, it was expected of you to go with your sister to track down Fairy Godmother's wand. At least you finally get to go back to what you left behind.

Hidden Hearts: So what if Harry has some secrets? Everyone on the Isle does. So what if his just so happens to be a boyfriend?

Second Star to the Right: When Harry Hook imagined meeting Peter Pan’s son, he never expected him to be such a flirt, let alone to like him so much. [Link to Part 2]

A Pirate’s Life For Me: [Creature Week 2020] Who’d have thought a siren would be the thing to save Harry from drowning?

Innovator: Harry's boyfriend has locked himself away to work on an invention again, but he's determined to get his attention off of his project and onto him.

Bad Days: Harry knew he’d be there for you on the good days and on the bad ones, and he’d do what he could to make the bad days just a little better.

Hook, Line, and Sinker: (COMPLETED FIC) (M/N) was always held to high expectations by his mother; after all, he was expected to become the King of Arendale one day. However, when Mal flees back to the Isle of the Lost, (M/N) is inspired to do the same. When he arrives on the Isle, he's faced by the brewing turf war between the VKs and Uma's crew. Then he meets the dashing son of a renowned pirate captain, who he can't help but be attracted to. Will (M/N) choose Harry or his kingdom?

Jay

As You Wish: When Jay nabs a magic lamp from Chad, he didn’t think he’d be getting a boyfriend out of it.

Rushing Waves: Graduation usually means saying goodbye, but for the two of you, it was only the beginning.

[violettelueur]

— GOJO SATORU || JEALOUS TYPE

↳ featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sleeping pills and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 05 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.3k

↳ synopsis : waking up without your husband in bed with you, you decided to go search for him only to find him filling out paperwork that was long overdue.

↳ request : Hi!! Can i request a gojo x reader where gojo is doing some paperwork and the reader cant fell asleep without him so gojo made her sit on his lap while doing some paperwork and the reader falls asleep? When gojo is finished in his paperwork he went to sleep with the reader in their bedroom. Can you please make it fluffy? Thank you! I also love all of your works!

↳ barista’s notes : so...awkward times when some of your coffee orders (requests) disappear from your inbox hahahaha.....ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ but after i have written some of my ideas, i will update the ‘coffees in progress page’ (wip) for you guys to see if your requested got/didn’t get deleted! i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please don’t be shy to order again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“When are you going to finish?”

Turning around from his seat, Gojo’s bright crystal eyes instantly caught the adorable sight of you standing by the doorway, wearing one of his large black jumpers paired with the classic black three-stripe Adidas shorts, as you covered your eyes trying to adjusting to the new lighting of the single lamp that was on.

“I’m doing some paperwork honey~” Gojo cheekily commented while twirling the pencil he was holding in his hand causing you to look at your husband in complete annoyance since you were the one that kept constantly reminding him that he needed to get his work done or he was going to sleep really late with the chances of him being at a slight disadvantage when coming into contact with curses - but, of course, he didn’t listen and using the excuse of ‘don’t worry, I’m the strongest’.

“I told you to do it earlier, why didn’t you listen to me?” you asked in an irritated tone, as you then processed to walk up to the ‘hard-working’ man causing Gojo to smile as he managed to get a closer look at you without him asking.

From closer inspection, Gojo could tell you were still extremely tired due to how heavy your eyes looked since it seemed like you were struggling to keep them open, your hair was tangled and messy but that was one of Gojo’s favourite things to see but he would rather see it in the morning rather than sleep-deprived as you were at this moment in time. 

Ever since you and Gojo established your romantic relationship during the second-year, he slowly began to realise that you would sleep as early as possible even when the shorthand of the clock just hit the number 7 in the evening. At first, he didn’t really care too much about it at first, he just thought you weren’t a night owl at all. However, he remembered one day you came into class with such dark circles, he couldn’t help but worry.

“Ahhh~ I have trouble sleeping in general, sleeping pills don’t work at all as well, so that’s why I sleep early.”

After that little discussion, Gojo made it his role to make sure you got enough sleep for the next day even if he had to stay in your room all night to make sure and it was still that same ever since you both got married. However, there were times when he had to overwork due to the number of missions that higher-ups passed on to him causing him to worry from time to time, but it seemed like you were slowly improving to which he was so proud of you for.

“Can’t sleep without me?” Gojo teased, leading to a frown to grow on your face which caused you to turn around as you weren’t in the mood to deal with his nuisance at 2 am in the morning. However, before you could even take a single step back to your shared bedroom, you suddenly felt a large hand wrap its fingers around your wrist leading to a halt in your moment. Gently, you were pulled back leading to you to lose your footing due to your drowsiness before an arm wrapped itself on your back preventing you from falling onto the wooden floor.

Blinking in surprise, you steadily came to the realisation that you now were on your husband’s lap as his other arm had dropped the pen he was holding to reach over to the couch where a spare blanket was placed, which was suddenly covering you from the cool air that was surrounding the room. “Go to sleep, I’ll take you back to bed when I’m done,” the white-haired sorcerer commented with a soft tone, causing you to look up at him before giving into the chance as your slyly wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your face into his shoulder to get away from the bright light that your eyes weren’t still adjusted to.

Tenderly, one of Gojo’s hands began to run up and down your back trying to soothe you to sleep while his other hand went back to the pen that was abandoned to continue filling out the forms he was meant to do a week ago. Smiling, he leaned his head lightly against yours trying to relish the feeling of you needing him since he knew that the moment you both leave the four walls that were surrounding you, you wouldn’t show this vulnerable side to him. You refused to.

Comparing you to your personal life to your professional life, you clearly had two different personalities. When you were at school, you were cool, calm and collective, sometimes a little too blunt but there was a perfect mix of teasing that came along with it - clearly influenced by the one and only, himself. He vividly remembered the time when you joked about Fushiguro being the type to kick a stray cat after saying ‘such a nuisance’ or the time you joked that Itadori was the type to push a door that says ‘pull’ leading Kugisaki to laugh hysterically while both of the mentioned boys began to argue, yet the second you pat their hands and say ‘I’m only joking’, they both would suddenly calm down.

On the other hand, when you were at home with him or alone, you were more relaxed from your professional behaviour and sweet, leading him to wonder what switch did you flicker to change your brain. But he never questioned it. To be honest, he rather not since he knew the moment he would mention it, you would revert back to your work personality and not the kind and sweet one that was reserved for him.

“I would tell you to be more like that at work, but I’m too much of the jealous type,” Gojo whispered even though he knew that you were already asleep due to your light breathing pattern and how the tight hold you had around his neck slightly loosened. 

Signing off the last sheet that was on the towering pile, Gojo let out a sigh of relief before turning his head to get a quick sight of you, only to find that you were still in an unconscious state leading to the special grade sorcerer to look at the time on his phone to find that an hour had passed. 3:05 am.

Carefully reaching over to the lamp, Gojo flicked the switch causing the lighting to gradually disappear before slowly pushing out his chair as he looped an arm under your knees as he picked you up bridal style. Quickly making his way to your shared bedroom, Gojo began to gently place you down onto your side of the bed before slowly beginning to unhook the arms that were still around his neck. However, before he could even move to his side, he felt your hand instinctively grab his hand causing the playful man to look at you with a smile on his face as he looked down at your sleeping figure.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” Gojo whispered as he lightly stroked your cheek resulting in the grip of your hand to loosen as if you were awake to understand him. Climbing into his side of the bed, Gojo carefully pulled you into his arms causing you to snuggle further into the warmth that he was generously providing you before subconsciously wrapping an arm around his body wanting to keep him as close to you as possible.

“Yeah, I’m too much of the jealous type to let you show this side of you” Gojo mumbled as he slowly closed his eyes, following your route to a slumber that he had been desperate for since the moment he had you in his arms.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[synthapostate]

Trying to figure out where to put my brain. Have I really not struck anything off my wip list since last time? Look at it go, look at it grow…

Resist Psychic Death - Possessed Newt. Next chapter: the Geiszlers arrive in Hong Kong. Nothing terrible happens.

The Tropes Nobody Asked For - A bodyswap AU. I’ve been looking at this so long I can’t even tell if it’s worth anything.

Heating Pad - A cat adopts Hermann.

Miserable, Lonely and Depressed (Pathetic) - The return of Cool Uncle Newt. (He’s not cool, he’s possessed.)

Vampire AU - I mean obviously I had to write a vampire AU at some point. (Comedy.)

Some Days You Just Can’t Get Rid of a Bomb - Newt tries to solve capitalism. I don’t think this is even going anywhere, but I like the title too much to let it go.

Cold as Ice - Turns out this is about coffee.

Newt’s Passion - A sex pollen fic. (No, it isn’t.) (Zom com.) (I’m not sure it’s a comedy.)

Here Begins the Land of Phantoms - Vampires, full horror. Gore, angst, little bit of body horror. Next chapter: something terrible happens.

Consent is Sexy - A team-building exercise leads to certain confessions that would not be made while sober.

Cold as Ice 2: Alaskan Boogaloo - It's not set in Alaska. I struggle desperately to get these men into the situation they need to be in, to no avail.

The Worst Thing I Can Possibly Imagine - My genuine attempt to work through something, but then I thought of a punchline so now it’s a funny little shitpost.

Splash - A…feelings thing. The first tentative steps toward getting along.

Caffeine Blues - I swore I would never write a coffee shop au, but…Next chapter: Newt finally sees Hermann in those tights. This is the worse Christmas ever.

Stop You Have Enough WIPs - Some silly fluff for these stressful times.

Shoes - Newt’s past catches up with him. Hermann is intrigued.

Groundhog Day - Hey man, these sci fi tropes exist for a reason. I am going to post this on Groundhog Day.

Newt and Hermann Go On Six Dates - I write fluff now. Next chapter: something terrible happens.

Hermann Gets Shot - It is so dangerous to start a fight in an elevator when one of the people you’re fighting has a gun.

Return to Sender - Newt leaves Hong Kong to work for Shao. Angst. Uhhhhh I used that title for something else. What’s another song about letters?

Find Me in the Drift - Sequel to Dinner With a Friend. Mako can believe that Newt has become a capitalist douchebag who buys his own hype, but alarm bells ring when Hermann returns from Shanghai with an easygoing smile and a positive attitude.

The Curse of Gottlieb Manor - “Hey, you got cosmic horror in my gothic horror!” “You got gothic horror in my cosmic horror!”

Painting the Kitchen - About finding a future after the apocalypse is averted.

Total Eclipse of the Heart - Jake Pentecost doesn’t trust Newt, decides to keep a close eye on him to guard Hermann’s back, and accidentally ends up with two new dads.

A Kidnapping - Um…it’s a kidnapping.

Wake Up, Dr. Jones! - More trauma. Possibly too much trauma actually. Scrap this?

Space Opera - When the first kaiju comes through the breach, Newt fires off a plea for help into deep space. There can’t be just one alien race out there, right? Maybe some of them will be on our side.

Third Act Breakup - I hate romcoms. Let’s do this thing.

Sweet Siren Song - Newt is doing his biology thing in the Atlantic, Hermann is an inexperienced sailor who shouldn’t be out alone on a day like this, they both get caught in a storm, turns out mermaids are real. (Romance.) (Accidental horror.)

What’s Your Angle - Turns out mermaids are real. (Horror.) (Accidental romance?)

Etiquette and Protocol - Loosely based on a dream, the boys are forced to take an etiquette class because anger management isn’t working.

Am I Blue - In which Newt learns how far Hermann is willing to go to save him.

Mr. Cellophane - Post-war, they go their separate ways, but when Newt is involved in an unlikely lab accident, obviously his first thought is to go to Hermann for help.

Hanahaki - Still angst but I have entirely dropped the hanahaki premise, and now it turns out it’s Raleigh-centric.

Time is On My Side - I reuse the tag “Hermann Gottlieb bends all of time and space to his will for the man he loves,” whether it's applicable or not. Next chapter: nothing terrible happens. It’s actually very nice.

Chuck Punches Hermann in the Face - He was aiming for Newt.

I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm - In which Newt owns a space heater, and Hermann does not.

Marriage of Convenience - Lars Gottlieb has a scheme, Hermann will do anything to get out of it, Newt is an agent of chaos, fake dating ensues.

The Allegations - In which Hermann is not beating them. (Note: this time the allegations are that Hermann is a robot.)

Perspective - A very nice day. :) (Lie.)

Regency - In which I decide not to let all the meticulous research I've done go to waste. Apparently I'm writing a full regency romance novel, and it will be held to Harlequin's publication standards. (For historical accuracy. I already know I'm too gay for market.)

Double Vision - Hermann Gottlieb bends all of time and space to his will for the man he loves. Again. Next chapter: nothing terrible happens. There are hugs.

Genie in a Bottle - I'm putting Hermann through too many shenanigans. It's only because he's my favorite.

Straight to Voicemail - An urban fantasy AU. Possibly horror. We'll see.

Spacewalk - In which the Shatterdome is a deep space colony ship, and I pay homage to my favorite sci fi author.

Search Party - Post-precursors recovery fic, in which Newt relearns that he is the good man Hermann says he is.

Hospital Whump (Take Two) - In which I will NOT get sidetracked by feels, and they WILL end up in the hospital, and there will be both hurt and comfort.

Hermann Holds a Baby - Too dark, might delete.

Blue Christmas - Because I love working on things that wouldn't make sense to post yet.

To The Stars - part two of Dreams Die Hard, featuring plucky young squire Mako Mori.

I'm the One You're Looking For - This Fallout fusion is going to be an epic multichapter adventure story after all. Next chapter: I’m not sure yet if anything terrible happens.

Party Time - A zombie apocalypse. Next chapter: plenty of terrible things happen.

First Contact, Cynical Edition - Envisioned as an X-Files homage, but oh boy did it change. This is the worse thing I’ve ever done to Hermann Gottlieb. And I’ve killed the guy off. (Six times.)

Rock! - More post-Uprising angst. Not everyone is willing to believe that Newt is not responsible for the precursors' actions, no matter what Hermann says.

Halloween - No kaiju au. Hermann agrees to babysit Mako and Jake over the weekend when their father is called out of town. Since Halloween is coming up, they watch a scary movie together, only to be interrupted by the creepy upstairs neighbor. (Despite the title, has nothing to do with the films of John Carpenter. Yeah, I was wrong about that.)

Cabin - Another no kaiju au originally intended for the Halloween zine. As their relationship starts to get serious, Newt and Hermann go away for a romantic weekend in a cabin in the woods. Nothing bad ever happens at an isolated cabin in the woods.

I Already Forgot - Years after the war, two old friends have a drink together and reminisce. Something terrible happens.

Tale as Old as Time - Fairytale au, because the only way I could write a kaiju Newt fic was to make it magic.

Stormy Skies - Nothing terrible happens.

Mother of the Groom - A story about Monica and Lars that went extremely off the rails, and I Am Sorry.

Cat’s in the Cradle - Tendo is a good father and nothing terrible happens.

Chuck Punches Newt in the Face - I didn’t write down the concept and now I don’t remember. Does something terrible happen?

The Layover - Inspired by the works of Stephen King. Something terrible happens.

Loss - Something terrible happens.

Ringu For Monsterfuckers - Something terrible happens.

Hermann Takes a Pottery Class - In which Hermann ages gracefully into retirement, and nothing terrible happens. Maybe nothing terrible happens ever again. Maybe there’s just a cabinet full of cool-looking mugs, and no stakes whatsoever.

[mammameesh]

10 lines

Thank you @mallpretzles and @rosebrewerj for the tag.  Thanks for including me!

Drabble Smith

Bravery is its own reward.

Birthday Spankings

“Down here, pet. Good boy. Hands and knees. Is that better?”

Smutsgiving 2022

David's dark eyes sparkle at Patrick's curse. David turns wild in Patrick's arms, panting about need. Patrick presses in, until he is surrounded by David Rose. 

Raindrops on Roses

Then, finally it was Stevie’s turn to sing. The music started, and the house shushed. Twyla was surprised when she heard the melody. 

Kinktober 2022

Patrick loved this version of David too, the one when the over expressive man seemed to lose focus on the English language. 

“Cat got your tongue, David?” Patrick teased.

Trunk or Treat

“So you are a tea drinker?” David gave Patrick a sweet tucked in smile. 

“I am. Coffee is a bit too bitter for my tastes.” 

Not a like a ‘sleepover’ sleepover

David waits for him, by letting his hand go up, and trace in Patrick's hair. David's soft long fingers offer feathery touches over the side of Patrick's face

Should I round it out with WIPs?

“Without a second thought” 

David took some cream, and rubbed some into Patrick's hand. "You seemed to enjoy it, at the end." 

“5 nights at Rays (and one away)”

Patrick would be more than happy to give David a clue. 

“Lanterns” 

Stevie stared down at the mug. A perfect metaphor for her feelings.  English breakfast tea with cream was always there, always an option, she just had never tried it before. 

Ignore me if you’ve already done it?@carolrain, @sspaz1000, @ramonaflow,@jamilas-pen, @alysiswriting , @legalgal421, @tyfinn , @rmd-writes