Hello it's me again for like the fifth time! Are there any video game au's that you know of? I've only seen two when I've looked, and was just wondering! Oh and thanks for always taking time to make lists and stuff <3
Thanks for these requests! I don’t typically read much from this AU but here are some good ones! Let me know if I missed any!
Video Game/Gaming AU
[Press Start]by kaizuka, Gen, 17k (WIP) Yuuri wakes up one day to find himself thrown into an otome game-like reality, where his love interests seem to consist of figure skaters from the Grand Prix, and many of his actions are dictated by one of three choices that pop up in a text box that only he can see. And, as he’s quick to find out, the only way out of the game is to choose a love interest and see the blossoming romance through till the end! Thumbs up!
On ICE!!!by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 23k (WIP) The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor’s attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. Love!
Pixelated Reality by chibilysis (xyrilyn), Teen, 9.1k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki is a Level 230 Arch Mage - the top ranking Arch Mage in Code Regius Online (CRO) - the world’s #1 Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game.Victor Nikiforov is a Level 190 Master Swordsman and Guildmaster of Fimbulwinter - a pirate/PK-killer guild. Strip away their online personas, however, Yuuri and Victor are but just two people trying to find their own place in the world.
all the dragons we have slain by brighter, Mature, 9.6k This is why Yuuri loves gaming—the victory of it, the easy camaraderie amongst his guild, the sense that he’s part of something greater.Victor tells him, “you were incredible,” and maybe he loves that a little, too. Definitely recommend!
Shall We Date? Let’s Skate! by Sakhyu, Teen, 4.5k (WIP) “Shall We Date? Let’s Skate!” was the hottest dating sim game on the market … and it is also the video game one Yuuri Katsuki suddenly wakes up in. Now, Yuuri has to battle floating screens, pesky Quests, and … wait, what do you mean he’s now the main character?! Featuring poor, poor Gamer!Yuuri.
much ado about ADO by Vitali (exocara), Teen, 7.4k (WIP) Yuuri’s first quest in the relatively popular VRMMORPG, Angels&Demons Online (ADO), was to seduce an NPC. He was trying to figure out just how to differentiate between NPCs and player characters, when he saw an angel with long silver hair and gorgeous blue eyes and thought to himself: That man is way too beautiful to be a player character.
Otome on Ice by Ethril, Teen, 9.9k (WIP) Yuri K is a famous independent game tester that has a reputation for finding bugs and glitches that no one else can. He works mostly online through the pseudonym Eros and only gives his real name when hired to test games.Victor is the CEO of a major gaming company in Russia. Currently his top team is working on an Otome style game that they hope to turn into a RPG MMO in the near future, but first they need to do some serious testing. Christophe suggests they bring in the game tester Eros, whom they have worked with in the past, in order to test the new game “Otome On Ice”. Awesome fic so far!
Yuuri Katsuki Secret Route Walkthrough/FAQ by Metis_Ink, Gen, 2.2k The otome community uncovers the mysteries of the Nikiforov-Katsuki Route, one of the most difficult and overly-complicated routes in a game supposedly just about ice skating. Rec’d by a follower!
Just joining the fandom, been listening to them from the beginning of the year. It's so hard to find their content >.< Could ya help me and post/tag a thread on their profiles? I mean the kinda profile fans have inside jokes with and everything, not their blood types (which is basically all I've been reading because IT'S SO HARD TO FIND THEIR CONTENT).
AHH welcome to the fandom bud!! Hmmm I think I know what you mean? I don’t think I remember seeing many of these so I’ll try and make a little one for you but I’m not sure how good it’ll be,, I don’t know how caught up I am with the fandom really and whatever inside jokes they have sdklnfsdlkfn BUT
Jae (Park Jaehyung):
!! (oldest member)
- lived first few years of his life in Argentina then in the United States then moved to Korea what a cool guy
- participated in the first season of Kpop Star along with Park Jimin, Lee Hi, Baek Ahyeon, Lee Michelle, Lee Seunghoon (Winner ;;), Yoon Hyunsang etc. and placed 6th!! leading him to join JYP Entertainment
- had a youtube channel called yellowpostitman when he was a small baby and sang covers on there :’‘)
- hosts asc (after school club) with his pals Jimin and Kevin
- does vocals and guitar in Day6!!
- is called Chicken Little (cause he looks like him like really does it’s wow), Sweg Chicken (he doesn’t even know what this means why’s he called that)
- uses a lot of hashtags like.. calm down my guy
- wanted to have long hair the way JB from Got7 did at one time it was the cutest
- is the designated English speaker in the group and you can watch one of my favourite clips of him speaking English here!! (you feel me? you feel me Brian?) incredible
- can play badminton !!!! and was on Cool Kiz on the Block (?) for that
Sungjin (Park Sungjin):
- does vocals and guitar and can also do percussion (I’m not sure the term for the instrument apologies) as you can see in a couple of their radio covers and in this predebut performance as 5live
- needs to let Wonpil live
- says that he’s the most emotional at dawn xdknvfkldnfs
- a legendary dancer
- people used to joke that it was his fault Day6 didn’t go on variety shows because he once went on Hidden Singer with Park Jinyoung (JYP) and was pretty nervous and couldn’t speak very well
- he’s like a dad but is actually a mystery to me???? because somehow he’s simultaneously a lame joke bad pun kind of dad and such a savage so
- has a gorgeous, super distinct voice it’s really amazing one of my favourite voices
- is called Bob because Jae thinks he looks like Bob the Builder which.. I have no words for..
- also has suCH a beautiful laugh,, they all have beautiful laughs though !!
Young K (Brian Kang or Kang Younghyun):
- stage name is Young K and he always tries to get people to call him that but everyone still calls him Brian
- lived in Canada !!!! my Canadian bro
- when he lived in Canada performed songs on a youtube channel with his pal Terry He !!! (Terry and pals made a cover of Congratulations when Brian debuted you can watch it here ;;)
- when in Canada was also in a band with Terry called KMESS + one called 3rd Degree
- does vocals, rap and bass
- originally played guitar before debuting with Day6 and didn’t get along with Jae (this isn’t the right wording but) when they first trained together because he took his guitar spot and he had to learn bass but they’re great buds now
- told YG to get an attitude (some peeps say that’s not what he actually said but I’m going to believe it forever) you can see here !! truly iconic, legends only
- is studying in University !!!! while still balancing being a part of Day6 what a guy :’‘) he works very hard
- Did a song with Baek Ahyeon called Shouldn’t Have and here you can watch the cutest performance of it in the whole world look at his dancing and them smiliNG at each other if you ever need to be cheered up watch this
- also watch this with him and Jae !! the best thing? in the whole world? another iconic moment
Wonpil (Kim Wonpil):
- is the most emotional member according to Sungjin
- does vocals, keyboard and synthesizer !!
this is what he looked like predebut sdfsklnfsk
(a shark angel?)
- they always give him trash for his pink sweater (especially Jae)
(idk what they’re talking about he looks like an angel)
- the sweetest cutest person in the whole world his nickname is
is that doesn’t prove it to you I don’t know what to say
- likes to snuggle and sometimes goes to Brian’s room dlknfskldnfl really an angel
- he’s also really funny and is almost as legendary of a dancer as Sungjin as you can see here
- also has a super distinct voice !!
- when Day6 need aegyo he’s the one they turn to
Dowoon (Yoon Dowoon):
- plays the drums !! (also sometimes sings a little tiny bit I hope we can hear more in the future his voice is lovely)
- is very shy especially when they first debuted
- when they first debuted he always had to practice speaking neutrally because he naturally speaks in dialect
- Brian loves him so much he loves making him sit on his lap they’re so cute sldknfskl
- everyone loves him so much really
- I don’t know I don’t have that much info on him really but he’s the most precious in the whole world
Some general things about Day6:
- were originally a 5 member band called 5live and became Day6 when Dowoon joined
- had a past member named Junhyeok who did vocals and the keyboard who left on February 27th, 2016 (I cried)
- good pals with Got7
- do a LOT of covers both in English and Korean on the radio !!
- are very frequent radio guests especially on Kiss the Radio
- are really a true band they’re incredibly talented and hard working and deserve all of the love in the world
SO that’s all I have for now? Everyone please feel free to correct anything I might have gotten wrong and add things that I missed !!
Here is a list of many of their radio covers made by @softwoc !!
“It’s not just about the girls you’ve seen in the media. It’s about everyone,“ Duggan said. “I felt in my gut that I had to call everyone individually and directly.” They weren’t calls to drum up support. That, they already have. It was just an effort to stay united, to say thanks for the support. It’s support that has been unanimous among the best women hockey players in this country.“There’s been no resistance. Zero resistance,” Duggan said. “Everyone knows this is the right thing to do.”
USAH sent out a form-letter email asking for them to play. They even asked a few high school seniors (who are on the U18, or under 18 team, but still, ouch). Keep in mind there’s like 400 players in the lineup before these girls, so they were turned down by hundreds of people before it got to that point.
Now they’ve actually moved on to beer league players.
One of the worst things tho is we don’t know if they’ll have insurance. Hockey is a fast paced dangerous sport, and if they really are putting a team together that has high school kids and rec league players, they could get hurt really easily.
All in all, USA Hockey would rather risk teenagers and rec players getting injured and having no insurance instead of just paying their own national team what they need to play hockey. It’s just shameful, and really reveals what they think about their own women’s team.
If you want anymore info, I have a ‘uswnt boycott’ tag on my blog.
I've seen 3 way of interpreting the color cover: Death (obviously with how the chapter ended), Loss of Virginity (her offer to Kaneki when he's ready and /or considering sex as a way to get him to stay, and flowers used in poems and literature as a symbol of a young woman's virginity, lastly (and least likely to me) pregnancy (flowers also meaning new life, the red either meaning loss virginity or childbirth going along with Touka offer of sex resulting in a One Eyed Prince/Princess)
do u think this chapter is a death flag for touka?
do you think the blood splatter on the colour page might be hinting that mutsuki might stab touka with one of her knives or something?
Idk if anyone asked this before, but there’s been death flags already marked on touka from the latest chapter and I just want to know you’re opinion and what you think. Considering how the chapter ended, I’m really worried and concerned for her.
Hi! So according to the colored page of latest chapter. I guess you’ve seen the 3 possibilities of what might happen to Touka. I would like to hear what you think about it. I highly doubt that she would die, Ishida sensei doesn’t kill characters lightly especially if it doesn’t serve the story (which I think is applied on Touka right now). Also her expression in the picture doesn’t imply bad thing happening, but more like she’s happy? I mean even if she were to die I don’t think it will be now..
Dude the stain on toukas stomach kinda looks like a ukaku kagune. What if the color page is implying pregnancy?
rebeccastarlight: The blood splatter on the cover page it also looks like she’s going to die from childbirth
I wasn’t really a believer of the cover page implying that Touka became pregnant, but I recently saw a reddit post about it. [You can probably find it on the front page.] So anyways, it talked about the poem Ishida made a year ago, “Her womb smelled like it was burnt”. Bad sign already, but if you go through the translated lyrics its even worse. It also straightforwardly says the children meant to be born, had died. Do you think that relates to whats happening now? ItAlsoWouldLeadToParallelling
Wow, this is a really popular question, huh? Well, really it’s two and a half questions: 1) Will Touka die next chapter? 2) Will Touka get pregnant? 2.5) Will it end tragically? But since they’re all related to the cover picture, I’ll answer them all here before saying what I think is going to happen.
Q: Will Touka die next chapter?
A: No way Jose. If I’ve learnt anything from all that I’ve ever read, watched or played, it’s that female deuteragonists are IMMORTAL. Even more so than protagonists on some occasions. Don’t worry about the death flags, because this arc will be a parallel of the original Anteiku Raid arc, and you know who had a ton of death flags back then and who Touka has been paralleling since the start of :re? Old man Yoshimura! Who, despite it all, is still alive (if not kickin’). Touka won’t die - it’s far more likely that she’s going to get captured like her predecessor, probably as bait for Kaneki.
Q: Will Touka get pregnant, and will it end in tragedy?
A: Unlikely. That would require a 9-month timeskip to pay off, and things are way too hectic in the story right now to allow for something like that. The alternative would be that it’s foreshadowing for the epilogue, but it seems a bit strange to do that so early on and before Kaneki and Touka have even done the deed. It’s also not something that really needs to be foreshadowed because it would be part of the denouement rather than the actual plot. I don’t think it’s ukaku kagune since Ishida always draws blood with artistic flair in his colour art, and the drops over her breasts are unmistakably blood. As for the flowers, those are Kaneki’s signature flower, sweet olives, and they represent him.
Where the stillbirth/death in childbirth theories are concerned, I really doubt Ishida would kill off Touka so needlessly in the story’s epilogue of all places, and killing the baby would be equally pointless as we’ve seen Kuzen and Ukina (moar parallels) manage it. As one of these anons has already said, Ishida always has a point to his tragedy; he wouldn’t just throw either of those things in at the story’s conclusion for the sake of squeezing our tear ducts, especially since it would have nothing to do with the plotline of Tokyo Ghoul and, again, an epilogue is supposed to unwind tension rather than wrack it up.
What I think is going to happen
I think the blood on her stomach is indicative of a wound inflicted by Mutsuki. But it’s not just going to be any wound that’ll regenerate in a week - I think that out of jealousy, Mutsuki is going to damage Touka’s womb beyond repair. Since Ghouls have high-speed regenerative abilities, the only way to ensure that the womb won’t grow back would be to tear it out of her body, or maybe even eat it (we’ve already seen Mutsuki feed from bodies, and it could serve to parallel Ayato eating her kakuhou in the original series). Sexual mutilation would fit Mutsuki’s parallels with Torso and Nutcracker, and Kaneki and Touka talking about sex foreshadows that specific calamity more than a general death - especially since we’ve seen how good Touka is with kids in Ch 120. It also allows the aforementioned poem to fit in -
“The children who were meant to be born, died” - referring to Touka’s ability to reproduce being robbed from her.
So I think sad times are ahead for Touka, but she will live on. And isn’t Hinami kind of her and Kaneki’s kid already?
can you do an analysis on 2013-2014 ji/kook please? thank you!
Do you think there’s a relation between Jungkook’s change of behavior
towards Jimin from when he was underage to when he finally turned 20??? I
feel like after finally not being underage anymore, that’s when he
really changed and got bolder, shy-less and stuff.. He wasn’t like this,
and now he’s.. Well, basically killing us with everything he does.
Anon: Do you think that Jimin’s fainting incident was a turning point for
kook/min? I always thought that JK seemed to be a lot sweeter and softer
with Jimin after that, but i could just be imagining things so I wanted a
second opinion :) love you!!
Anon: you are my favourite kook/min blog!! kekekeke i was wondering what you think of tsundere!kook thinking that taking off his jacket for yoonji is cool when he did the same thing for jimin during their WoH shoot :)))
That’s right: I’m going to answer all these questions and comments in one long essay. I’m not kidding. This is like.. really long. It’s Jungkook-centric and head canon-heavy. Bring your tinfoil hats.
For @stephanieebrown in celebration of her beautiful new hair and my 200 followers. Prompt was ‘timkon’
The Gotham air is cool on his face and Tim Drake feels like he’s dreaming.
Bruce is yelling something in his ear (stop please don’t do it) and he distractedly reaches up and tugs the comm out, lets it fall to the rooftop beneath his feet.
Tim can hear the whine of the drones as they rocket towards him, and it bothers him a lot less than it should. They’ll be on him in a minute. Maybe a minute, maybe less.
It doesn’t matter.
The thought strikes him so suddenly that he frowns, pauses.
Of course it matters. This is a sacrifice. He’s seventeen for God’s sake. He’s seventeen and he has college and Steph and the Titans and-
And it still doesn’t matter. None of this is right, it all feels so wrong, and it’s only now that he’s about to die that he really notices. It feels like a dream, it feels like it doesn’t matter because…
Because it’s not real?
No, that’s not quite right.
Because he’s not real.
That doesn’t make any sense, and yet instinct tells him it’s the correct answer.
But how can Tim not be real? He’s Timothy Jackson Drake (real name buried, forgotten as best as possible) and he was Batman’s partner for a little less than a year as Red Robin. He’s a genius, a hacker, a prodigy, and he’s going to take a break from being a hero to go to college. He exists, just ask Steph or Jason or Cassie.
And yet, there’s a small, cynical voice in him that just thinks, Wrong, wrong wrong.
Only now it really doesn’t matter because the drones are on him.
Tim twirls his bo staff. He hopes that he can maybe take some of them out before they get him, before it all ends.
(He doesn’t really bother to think about the ending. It doesn’t matter it it hurts or if it’s quick or if there’s a bright white light or absolutely nothing.)
Everything seems to slow down.
Something’s hurtling towards him, past the drones. Some of the drones are exploding, but not all of them, and the ones that are still active shoot. Every single shot carefully aimed to take Tim down.
The blur that’s made it past the drones crashes into Tim, arms are wrapping around him, there’s a familiar scent of leather and hay and home, someone is yelling, “Robin!”
Instinct takes over, like this is something he’s done a hundred times before. He pulls his arms and legs in, making himself as small as possible. Somehow he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about the body wrapped around him, he doesn’t have to be afraid that all the drones are firing on this person instead. It will be okay.
The warm blast from a chain of explosions hits his face, and Tim knows it’s okay to look up.
The boy who’s holding him is achingly familiar, even though Tim’s never seen him before in his life. He looks kind of like Superboy, but his hair is shorter, his face less angular. His eyes aren’t as angry.
Besides, Superboy is gone.
The wreckage of the drones burns around them, and this beautiful boy lets out an agonized sigh, even as he smiles. “You stupid self-sacrificing bastard.”
And the words make Tim’s heart pound, make him realize there’s a warm happy glow in his stomach.
This is real. This matters.
“I don’t remember you,” Tim says. Because he knows this boy, somehow, some way. Of that he’s sure.
There’s a flicker of hurt in the boy’s eyes, and something in Tim flinches at the idea that he has hurt him. But the look is gone in an instant, replaced by relief and a wild, uncontainable joy.
“That’s okay,” the boy says. He smiles at Tim and it’s like the world has dropped out from under his feet. “I’m Kon.”
“Clone boy,” Tim says. He has no idea what the words mean or why they come out of his mouth so easily. All he knows is that it feels like something has come loose in his chest, that he can breathe again, and it feels like he hasn’t been breathing in a very long time.
Kon’s hands are still on Tim’s shoulders and he looks like the sun has come out after years and years of rain. “I’ve been looking for you a long time.”
FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.
I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.
But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too!
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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.
The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.
Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.
“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”
Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.
The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”
He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.
“Hi, and welcome to
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
: celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”
Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.
So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.
Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…
“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”
“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”
Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.
This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.
“A necessary evil
“his agent had called it. “
How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”
Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…
Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.
He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.
Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”
I've just read about Tony feeling unwanted and man, it breaks my heart! Could you write something about Tony having enough? Like, he feels that Team Cap thinks they don't need him, they don't appreciate him and they never did. So he leaves, he doesn't stop being an Iron Man, but leaves Avengers. Maybe he has his own team with Rhodey and Spidey and whoever else. Maybe he helps Defenders from time to time. Maybe he works alone. (1)
But the point is, even if Avengers think that they don’t need him, they really do. Because he did so much for them all this time. Like, when SHIELD fell, he and his company invested them, repaired their equipment and made new one, took care of PR and media. And they never even knew, or just never cared, until he left. Now they have no one to replace him and to be as efficient as he was. They’re just too close to failing apart.(2)
I can and I most certainly will! All those angst-filled headcanons from yesterday didn’t just make me want to curl up under a ton of blankets to hide from the world, they also, they also reminded me how freaking bitter I still am. So yeah, hope you don’t mind, anon, but I thought your ask would be the perfect way to kick off bitter Sunday!
Because we’re talking about Tony Stark, guys. We’re talking about the man who build a suit of armour in a freaking cave. Who got kidnapped by the bad guys and blew his own way right back out. Yes, he’s hurt. Yes, he’s fucking heartbroken. Yes, most days the weight of his own mistakes and failings almost crushes him. Yes, being confronted with the team he was never allowed to belong to he lost is rubbing salt into the slashing wounds that still haven’t healed, bleed sluggishly from time to time.
There’s a line he’s drawn into the sand a long time ago, back when he first became Iron Man, and it matters. He does what is expected of him. Shakes the returning Avengers’ hands. Smiles for the cameras. Is quoted stressing that he supports the UN’s decisions, that with the new and revised Accords in place, there’s no room for old grudges and vendettas. And he means it. What he doesn’t say though, is that there’s no room for old friendships and favours either.
Truth is, Earth needs as many heroes as possible. It needs them in once place, with stable communication channels, capable of working and strategising and organising together. The exiled Avengers are a rare resource they can’t afford to waste. There is also the fact that being trust back into the limelight limits them in a way working from the shadows doesn’t, forces a vague but still present sense of accountability on them that Tony may or may not take a great amount of pleasure in.
But here’s another, much more fortunate truth: they don’t need to be a team to save the world. It’s a truth that’s been hanging over them from the beginning, back when Iron Man wasn’t a part of the Avengers because he didn’t have to be for the plot to work. In retrospect, Tony can appreciate Fury’s actions for the well-played moves they were.
So he does what he would have done years ago, if not for sentimentalities and a misplaced sense of loyalty holding him back: he cuts the wire.
With the new accords has come a committee and a new governmental agency in charge of handling the nationally and internationally operating enhanced strike teams. Tony uses this development to his advantage, separates his business from the agency entirely, because really, a billionaire shouldn’t own parts of an organisation designed to keep him in check.
Tony signs the new agreements and as Iron Man he is to be deployed whenever necessary, but he is no longer part of any team. And he makes a point of proving that time and again.
When members of his ex-team are involved in a fight he wasn’t, he refuses any comment on the actions, they are none of his business after all, and really, shouldn’t you ask the people who were actually there? He doesn’t get involved in group press conferences unless there are more than just the ex-Avengers present because presenting a united front as enhanced humans is one thing, presenting a united front with them is another thing altogether.
He doesn’t build weapons, suits and other improvements for anyone but himself and the people he deems worthy of his gifts either–those designs have always been too dangerous to be allowed into the hands of a government agency, and none of his former team mates make the cut onto the trusted list anymore.
He doesn’t interact with them anyways, unless it’s on the comms during a fight or via a representative or his official email account (his private contact information is no longer available to them). All his employees knows better than to give them access to anything non-public without a properly scheduled meeting, and even Pepper doesn’t disagree with him on this one. She’s the one that usually shows up on these meetings anyways, and she doesn’t give them an inch, because there’s a reason Tony hired her in the first place.
And it might have started out as simple avoidance and being petty but you know what? Tony’s doing pretty damn well on his own. He doesn’t need the team, he’s always known that, but proving it to himself ends up feeling surprisingly good. Empowering. Freeing even.
Because even though it feels like that in the very beginning, Tony isn’t actually alone. He’s got Pepper, with whom he’s slowly working out the post-failed-relationship-awkwardness, and Rhodey, who’s recovery is a slow, painful process but still a process, and loyal, steady Happy. He also has Peter, who’s too eager and reminds Tony too much of himself, but who doesn’t leave or get bored by Tony’s enthusiastic rants. He’s got Harely with whom he face-times at least once a week to science and chatter.
He’s got people who care about him and enjoy spending time with him, and the more time passes, the more Tony realises how not-okay his relationships with his former team have really been, how not-okay he’s been. And he still misses them, from time to time, but it’s the fleeting yearning for a missed opportunity, not the heartbreaking free fall into a bottomless darkness it used to be.
The point is, Tony is in a good place. Without the team that never wanted him.
(And on days he still feels a little down, watching that Youtube clip of a tiny, three-year old girl in an Iron Man t-shirt throwing her ice cream at Steve Roger’s face with devastating accuracy, the one that cuts off right as the older brother is shown laughing so hard tears are streaming down his face and assuring his indignant little sister that yes, he’ll get her a new ice cream, he’s very proud of her standing up against bullies, is surprisingly cathartic.)
oh hey so just a head’s up that apparently Tapastic has made a weird decision about Right of First Refusal on their ToS and while it’s all kind of, confusing as to what it all means I may be taking TPoH down from the site if it seems like a Bad Time? because I am really trying hard to get volume 2 to be a thing and frankly I don’t got time for confusing legal nonsense, that said I really don’t know what even is the deal with this yet so I don’t want to jump start any panic- if anyone has a better notion of ‘what the fuck’ please let me know!
(also just to clarify this isn’t me leading an example or wanting in any way to start drama over all this, but there are certain things currently in the works for my comic right now and I cannot afford to jeopardise opportunities that I’ve worked towards for literal years, so, it’s been fun and it was a nice site to post on as a rule but I’m calling it quits while the going is good)
Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)
First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!
AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.
Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.
“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.
Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”
“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.
“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”
“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”
“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”
Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.
“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”
“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”
“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.
“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.
“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”
“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”
“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”
“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.
“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”
“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”
The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.
“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”
“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”
“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.
“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.
“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”
“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”
“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.
“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”
“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”
“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.
“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.
Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-
“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”
“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”
“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”
“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.
“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”
Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.
“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”
“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”
“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”
“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”
“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.
“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”
Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.
“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”
Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.
“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”
“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”
“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”
“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”
“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.
If you could describe Dan and Phil by a color each which color would you choose for which of them idk
dan: champagne. i feel like he’s gone on such a personal journey over the past few years, he’s really discovered who he is in the world and has accepted himself for who he is and i think it’s pretty obvious even to us as viewers that only see a small sliver of his life that’s he’s so much happier, and i feel like in the olden days i would’ve described him as charcoal, when so many thoughts were in his head and he didn’t know what to make of the world and his part in it, but gradually he’s gotten lighter and now he’s at a nice champagney shade, close to gold, i think!
phil: grape/mulberry. the reason phil is a darker shade has always resonated with me personally because we as viewers don’t know anywhere near as much about him as we do dan. we know that he’s been through a whole lot of shit that he doesn’t talk about because he’s trying to put on a happy front for us (this is when i would associate with him the shade of heather, his on-camera persona) but the reason i’ve not said a shade like lilac or lavender is because he’s an incredibly private and guarded person, that much is obvious, and i feel like his thoughts weigh down on him so much more than he lets on and life gets a little too much every so often and he just doesn’t know how to cope with it when he’s always trying so hard to help everyone else shine. i feel like phil has lightened too over the years like dan, he’s discovered who he is through and through, but he already had so much life experience over dan before they met, so there’s not been that dramatic of a transition. he’s impossible to read, and he just screams purple to me!!
dan and phil together: sapphire. they bring out the brightest sides of one another. they resonate happy vibes when they’re together whether they’re talking or not, it’s so clear that they mean the world to one another and whatever kind of bond they have is one in a million. the reason i didn’t choose a shade like sky or arctic is because we don’t know everything about them, everything is going to be forever hazy when it comes to them together, which i feel sapphire represents really well!!
(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)
Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house. She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening. Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight. Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner. (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.) But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.
She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room. Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.
Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed. “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.
Hello 😊 sooooo I've JUST recently gotten into SHINee ( honestly I've been wanting to get into SHINee for a while but I've just been lazy until now) so I'm new to the fandom--whooop! - So I was wondering, is there anything I should know about SHINee? Also could you recommend me anything SHINee related?
welcome to the fandom, sweetpea!
there’s a lot of history to tell from these past ten years, so I’ll give you a condensed version of things (there was this huge masterpost/introduction on shinee I was going to link but I can’t seem to find anywhere otl; I’ll keep searching for it, though); even more so because… I believe it’s easier, in fact, to learn about them slowly and steadily as you become more and more involved with them.
so, take all the time you need! it’s really more exciting to fall in love with the boys little by little tbh.
forget about the typical roles found in kpop groups: all five are vocals (and visuals). shinee as a whole is very different from currently active/3rd generation groups - even though they’ve been on the run for longer, they are still young, they always bring in new, exciting concepts and flawless performances and tend to be compared to rookies in what concerns their energy on stage; meaning, they work as hard and with as much enthusiasm as a group that just debuted.
taemin is very clumsy and has a habit of losing/breaking things by accident.(important: he hates bugs and I don’t say thislightly.) he’s very reserved and an introvert, but he loves his close friends and family dearly. usually more comfortable somewhere with food available. the personification of persistence and passion for what he does. also, he’s a soloist with three (Korean: Ace and Press It / Japanese: Sayonara Hitori) successful albums released. (you can find my - heavily biased - picks of favorite taem videos here.)
minho is everyone’s dream boy: acts, raps, sings, writes his own lyrics, is gorgeous and charming and athletic, always working hard to become a better version of himself and the sweetest being you’ll ever hear about. he’s tall and big and all, yes, but don’t fool yourself: he’s soft, affectionate, touchy and a Real sap 24/7. his dad pretty much adopted the other four. he starred on a movie titled ‘Derailed’ recently; on KBS’s Hwarang: The Beginning and a bunch of dramas you can find on a masterlist at the end of this post.
key is a hardworking, inspirational and real example of someone who’s been through a lot and has a lot to useful advice to share based on previous experiences (also, he’s the king of aesthetics). he knows where he stands and doesn’t take bullshit from anyone - that’s why he’s the one to quickly shut down any member who’s being Too Much during an interview/show/etc; which is funny, because key himself is full of energy and will like, do the most for as long as he can get away with it. he’s been featured in a bunch of musicals and took part in a duo, Toheart, back in 2014. solo projects include a collab song with Axodus and an ost with NCT’S Doyoung.
a guide on how much of a sweetheart is kim jonghyun- he’s a complex being with a heart much too big and we’re always learning something new about him. I think the best way to get to know him is through the blue night radio; as its dj, he often shares bits of himself you’ll learn to put together little by little and love as a whole. he’s a soloist, too, with two officially promoted albums (Base and She Is) and a self-composed compilation (Story Op.1) released.
onew is their strength, their main pillar; someone who doesn’t impose his views on the boys and who, in exchange, is extremely respected and loved by each of them (despite his dad jokes and bad puns - they adore him, I’m not even joking). no wonder he won leader of the year back in 2015. ah, yes - he’s a prime example of sunshine incarnate. (he acts, too! he was a rockstar on the musical Rock of Ages and a doctor on Descendants of the Sun.)
the boys are so genuine in themselves, to each other and to everyone else those who work with them are all about compliments and admiration
something I highly recommend checking on in terms of dancing and singing skills and the relationship between the members in general: their concerts. the first one I’ve ever watched was the SHINee World Concert III (which is still my favorite!) and if there’s anything that made me fall even harder for them, like… that was it. I can’t find link for all of them, sadly, but here you have the JAT, SWCIIand SWCIV in full and playlists for the BMU Tour, I’m Your Boy Tourand DxDxD Tour.
When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? +Feysand I've also been greatly enjoying all the little fics you've been writing :)
Thank you, friend!! This is probably not exactly what you were asking for, but for whatever dumb reason, this popped in my head reading the prompt. Hope you like!
BTW peeps: I’m still doing these, just working through them slowly. Feel free to keep sending them and I’ll try to do them when I can. Link to prompt list is at the end. <3
When Feyre rounds the corner into the produce section of the grocery
store, the last thing she expects to see is Cassian shoving a watermelon
under her husband’s shirt amid a choir of snickers from the pair of
them. Cassian has his phone out and is just about to Snapchat a pic when
Feyre clears her throat. The boys freeze, Rhys blushing just a tad.
“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” Feyre asks Rhys pointedly, stifling a smirk.
“Just getting a feel for things,” Rhys says cooly. “We can never be too prepared.”
don’t drop it!” Cass barks suddenly, seeing the huge melon begin to
slip. Rhys removes it without a problem and replaces it on the shelf.
two are going to get us kicked out of here if you keep goofing off. We
still have a lot of shopping to do and Nesta’s already bit my head off
about the right kind of cheese to go with the appetizers.”
Only Nesta could make cheese and crackers
feel unbearably stuffy. And as much as Feyre really does trust Nesta’s
expert opinion that brie will be best, she’s not going into this dinner
without a hunk of good old fashioned cheddar to see her through.
the mention of Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark. How he could have forgotten
for even one minute that Nesta was within a five miles radius after
she’d let the shopping cart slip against his shins is beyond
Feyre. “Don’t worry,” Cass says walking swiftly past Feyre and patting
her on the shoulder the way he does when ‘the bro’ is winning, as Azriel
likes to call it. “I’ve got this.”
Feyre feels Rhys pull up even with her as she watches her friend strut off to face the horrors waiting for him in Dairy.
“I love Cassian,” Rhys says, and Feyre turns back round to face him, “but I think he has a death wish.”
Feyre tisks and pushes the cart toward the lettuce. “Stop, Nesta isn’t that bad.”
“The fact that you need to specify-”
holds his hands up in surrender and promptly plucks an apple from a
nearby stand, juggling it in a way that’s supposed to seem impressive -
never mind that it’s only one apple.
Romaine… baby greens…
organic… iceberg… Ugh, nobody even likes iceberg. Classic Cesar will
do, Feyre decides. Or possibly… The baby greens stare up at her.
looks back at the watermelon crate Rhys and Cassian had been messing
with and feels her stomach tighten. She and Rhys have been together for
nearly five years now, if you count the three years they dated before
getting hitched. She knows he wouldn’t pressure her. Not ever. But
sometimes he makes an offhand comment and she wonders if Rhys might not
be considering beyond her present wishes.
Feyre clears her throat. “Rhys?”
“Yes dah-ling,” he says. Neither of them turn around from their respective produce. Feyre’s not sure she could if she tried.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
chances a peek over her shoulder and finds Rhys has swapped his
one-apple juggling act for a rather thorough examination of the
differences between Fuji and Granny Smith that has his brows knit
together. “What’s that?” Rhys asks, and Feyre whips her head back to the
“About… not being too prepared.”
misters switch on unexpectedly, dousing the lettuce and Feyre’s
outstretched hand with a fine layer of mist that take her by surprise.
“Oh!” she yelps and jumps back, some combination of shock and nerves
forcing her into motion. Rhys chuckles and slinks over to lean on the
“Don’t worry,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Last I checked, water is actually good for you.”
“Very funny,” Feyre says, the humor not entirely making it past her lips. She feels rather than sees Rhys’s face twitch.
wrong? If this about Nesta again and whether or not you thinks she’s
going to throw a tantrum over your choice of rabbit food, I promise I’ll
“Do you want to have a baby?” Feyre blurts out
before she can help herself. Her stomach does a back flip just asking
the question. They’ve never talked about it before. Not since they were
just starting out dating and trying to decide if this was even a good
fit. She knows they both want kids. Maybe just a kid. But there’s
something terrifying about the idea that Rhys might want one now.
Rhys says, leaning forward and dropping to a whisper, “you know I enjoy
making love to you at all hours of the day, but if you think me shoving
a watermelon up my shirt is gonna piss the employees off, I don’t think
they’ll appreciate us-”
“I’m serious,” Feyre says, cutting Rhys
off. He blinks at her a few times, mouth parted open slightly. But Feyre
wants to know. Is determined to know. “Do you want to have a baby?”
Rhys backs up a step. “Do you want to have a baby?”
asked you first.” A small flash of intrigue in those deep blue eyes
searches her making her feel known and exposed in ways only he’s ever
“Alright,” Rhys says, folding his arms and seeming to
sense that she means business. Feyre draws a deep breath waiting. “You
know I want to have a kid - eventually. If you’re asking, do I want one
right now?” Feyre nods. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, shoot, if it
happens, then great. I’ll welcome it with open arms and shove a
watermelon up my shirt for nine months so you don’t feel so bad.” Feyre
releases a small chuckle at that and Rhys smiles. “Why so curious about
kids all of a sudden?”
Feyre rolls her eyes, more at herself than
him, and tosses a hand up. “I don’t know. I saw you joking around with
Cassian, but then you made that comment and you’ve said stuff in the
past, that I just wondered if maybe you were…” She pauses, catches
Rhys watching her intently with his brow raised in amusement, and lets
out a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”
Feyre into his arms with his own chuckle and it feels like she can
finally stop fretting. “No, you’re not. It’s good that we talk about
these things. I just don’t understand why you’re so concerned with it?
You know we can take our time. And if overgrown melons are all we end up
with, we’ll be well fed.”
Feyre snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you can’t deny it’s a good idea.”
“No, I really can’t-”
“Get that out of your nose!”
Feyre’s and Rhys’s heads snap to the side where Nesta has found the
produce section along with Cassian… who has shoved a small wedge of
brie up his nose much to Nesta’s chagrin.
Feyre grimaces. “At
least it’s shrink wrapped?” Rhys offers, and then laughs when Feyre
smacks her head into his chest with a groan. “Come on,” he says, rubbing
up her arms a few times for confidence. “Let’s go sort them out.”
“Go on. I just have to grab some lettuce first.” Rhys nods, heading off.
looks back down at her options and decides, maybe the baby greens
aren’t so bad after all. A nice watermelon salad could be good for
It's been raining the past few days & I've been itching for anything about Isak & Even in the rain. It could literally be anything- they get stuck in the rain, what they do when it's raining, even a cliche kiss in the rain-idc just anything with rain
Hi!!! Okay so I know this prompt has been in my inbox for a hot minute- but I hope you don’t mind me taking a crack at it now? :) especially because I’m snowed in at the moment and school is cancelled and I’m not feeling hw. and after this one, I’m going to start another full length fic
One of Even’s favorite feelings in the world is the feeling of absolute stillness in the hours just before the sun breaks out over the sky and the birds tweet and alarms go off and all the jazz that reminds Even of how fast the world moves.
He much prefers it like this; quiet and relaxed and unhurried.
It also helps that he has an armful of sleepy Isak who’s gentle breaths escape his nose and brush against Even’s neck in rhythmic puffs.Even tightens his arms around Isak, just little bit, because he’s been feeling a little off lately and he never wants to lose this minute right here.
It’s enough though, because Isak’s eyes blearily crack open, wincing at the edge-of-dawn light.
He sniffles blearily and god Isak is beautiful. “Halla baby.”
Isak blinks slowly again and sits up, just a bit, not quite enough to dislodge Even’s arms. “Its raining.”
Even perks up, just now noticing the gentle pitter patter of rain drops against the window panes.
“You know what?” Isak finally shifts out from under Even’s arms and stretches, shivering a bit as the cool air hits his bare skin. He pulls on a pair of Even’s boxers and makes for the window, “I think school is cancelled today.”
Even rolls his eyes, “No it’s not.”
Isak throws a bland looks backwards, “Yep. Because I’m not going out in this rain. Which means, you’re not going out in this rain.”
Even snorts because if that was the rule- that when one misses school, they both miss school- they’d both be so far above the 10% rule that they’d be doomed to repeat their current respective years for all of eternity. And fuck, Even’s already had to repeat once, no way in hell it’s going to happen again.
But then Isak turns to face him at the window and-
this would make a beautiful sketch. Isak, bare chested and sleep-rumpled, backlit by the morning light and drops of rain splattered just so against the window behind him? Even’s fingers start itching in a way they haven’t in a good two weeks.
Even stares at him hard, committing the image to memory.
“Besides,” Isak says, giving him a slow grin, “Once the other’s leave for school and work and whatever else they do in their lives…. we would have the apartment to ourselves.”
Sometimes there are offers too good to refuse.
Even opens the covers and gestures for Isak to climb back in. “Maybe one day wouldn’t be so bad. A rain-day.”
Isak is smug and silly and climbs right back into bed to lie across Even’s chest without another word. So Even brushes his hand up and down his back and listens to the sound of the rain, magnifying it in his brain to drown out the sound of his mind.
He thinks back to Isak standing in front of the window. The desire to sketch out the image is almost overwhelming. He thinks that maybe he’d give it Isak a present- a visual representation of how Even sees Isak, how he has always seen Isak.
Bold, beautiful, soft.
But then he also thinks that maybe he’s keep it for himself too. In his wallet or bedside table. Maybe under his pillow to pull out at his leisure and remind himself of everything good and beautiful in his world.
The temptation proves too strong to resist.
He swats at Isak’s side, who groans in protest. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Up. I want to draw you.”
The groan grows louder and more dramatic, “Nooo. Babyyyyy.”
“The lightening is perfect, the rain is perfect, my mood is perfect, your body is perfect. This is it. Get up, put on some NAS and stand by the window.”
One last pathetic groan before Isak is grumbling and rolling off Even’s chest, and Even is up as well, grabbing his pencils and sketch pad that has made it’s new home under Isak’s bed and settling cross legged at the foot of the mattress.
The music comes on, Isak stops pouting, and the image is beautiful again, so beautiful and light and lovely that Even gets to work. He sketched out lines and shadings and his approximation of rain drops splattered against a window and like-
Isak just watches him; dramatic narrowing of his eyes gone soft and sweet, lips tilting up just a bit, noticeable only because he knows Isak so well. And he knows what Isak looks like when he’s content, even if he was being a brat about it.
He loses himself in the sketch, letting the sound of rain lull him more than the sound of Nas; letting the image of Isak standing in front of him and the feeling of Isak in his chest come alive and intermingle.
And finally when he’s done; when the outside has brightened just a bit, but the rain hasn’t slowed, Even decides that this just might be one of his favorite pictures he’s ever done.
heeey! sorry to bother you. do you have any recs for fics where harry has a crush on draco? I'm in your fic recs tag (ur the best btw) and i've run across some pining draco recs, and i thought you might know some cute pining-harry (when is he not pining tho? he's so obsessed, but you know what i mean haha!!)
One pining Harry coming right up!
To Be Where I’m Going (In the Sunshine of Your Love) by @theboywholivcd (19k) “He imagined Draco’s smile, all gums and slightly crooked teeth, his hair slicked back with Pacific water, and he knew: He’d travel as long as he’d need to if it meant he’d see that face. If it meant that Draco would hear the message he’d been carrying for so long. Maybe he didn’t have to travel the road alone anymore.“ Draco and Harry go on a road trip together. It’s about the journey, not the destination.
Azoth by Zeitgeistic (88k) Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
A Piercing Comfort by talithan (44k) When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy’s patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he’s no longer sure he wants to.
Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame (30k) One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along.
The Gentlewizard Club by @sophiefrench77 (28k) Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.
Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9k) Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.
All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (149k) Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (32k) Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.
A Convenient Impracticality by firethesound (38k) Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?
The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35k)
When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.
For Love of a Family by icicle33 (30k) A series of attacks by a group of neo-Death Eaters causes the Ministry to implement a new set of restrictions on former Death Eaters and their children. When Scorpius falls ill, Draco decides that he will do anything to save his son, even if it means marrying Harry Potter.
Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k) Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”
Left My Heart by Emmagrant01 (85k) Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him. [Sequel Surrender the Grey]
LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k) It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco.
let me see you stripped (down to the bone) by traintracks (24k) “So,” Malfoy said. “Are you in? Or are you out?” He turned and looked at Harry squarely. Harry remembered the slow way Malfoy had slid his hand down his own stomach, into his pants – the outline of his long fingers gripping and stroking his own cock. The way his head had fallen back, exposing his pale throat. How he had owned them all. He took a deep breath. “I’m in,” he said.
No Other Superstar by lettered (21k) Draco is sort of fucked up. Harry is sort of fucked up and really really famous. Together they fight crime! Not in this fic, though. In this fic they have sex.
Like a Real Family by Queenie_Mab (10k) Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.
Twelve Months by dysonrules (14k) Hermione buys Harry a journal and he ends up using it to record his DEEP THOUGHTS. Not surprisingly, those tend to mostly involve Draco Malfoy.
(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by Lauren3210 (32k) Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he’s going to work to get it.
Systemic Morality by zeitgeistic (34k) One screw-up changes everything. Harry really should learn to lock the door before having sex with Draco when his godson’s around. A tale of hot, steamy, flowing love—for Padma Patil and Theodore Nott. A tale of colossal screw-ups and slow, flangsty (sexy) resolutions for Harry and Draco.
The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by digthewriter (9k) Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.
Reading Malfoy by Femme (15k) After thirteen years of hiding himself away in Muggle London, Draco Malfoy shows up again in the wizarding world–with a wickedly amusing memoir in hand. Harry doesn’t want to read it. Really. He doesn’t.
Humbug (A Christmas Tale) by Snegurochka (29k) Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.
So Worth The Yearning For… by digthewriter (7k) After months (years, really) of pining, Harry accidentally asks Malfoy out on a date.
I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (27k)
Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.
The Holy Tree is Growing There by lotus_lizzy (18k) The winsome, winsome elder tree Beneath whose shade I sit reclin’d;- It holds a witch within its bark, A lovely witch who haunts the dark, And fills with love my mind. ~George Burrow
He’s got fire for a heart, and I’m scared of burning by Samcgrath (11k) Harry returns to England to help solve a particularly tricky case but nobody bothered to mention that he’d be working with Malfoy, who seems just as happy about it as Harry. In his absence, the wizarding world has changed in ways Harry’s having some trouble adjusting to while Malfoy struts around in his elegant robes and effortlessly charms everyone he lays eyes on. Months of grappling with his own feelings, trying to understand Draco’s, pining day in and day out - it can get a little tiring especially when Draco Malfoy is as infuriating as ever.
The Art of Seduction by playout (2k) Harry and Draco are Auror partners assigned to go undercover at a muggle gay bar frequented by drug-dealing wizards. Everyone knows Draco’s gay, but that Harry has been nursing a crush on the pompous arse for years is not so well known. What could possibly go wrong?
The Expert by FantasyFiend09 (11k) Harry finally gets a good case, but the Aurors are going to need some outside help.
These Little Things (That Guide Me to You) by huldrejenta (4k) Harry realises his true feelings for Malfoy just as Malfoy decides to go travelling to find himself. Sometimes love means letting someone go. Sometimes going away will show you where your true home is.
The Perils of Peach Picking by sonata_de_morte (2k) Draco Malfoy was a terrible person. On top of being a terrible person, he was a sodding tease. On top of being a sodding tease, he was fucking gorgeous. Too gorgeous for his own fucking good, Harry Potter thought mutinously.
You Were Crushed (Just Like Me) by firethesound (4k) Something finally comes of Harry’s embarrassing crush on Malfoy. (Well, two somethings. Someones. Whatever. Also all of Harry’s friends are terrible.)
Voices From The Fog by noeon (13k) After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.
Hidden in the Depths by envy_venis (21k) Sometimes we know exactly what we’re looking for, even if it isn’t quite clear how to reach it.
Take the Air by dysonrules (50k) Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the worst, most anti-social, rude, and annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry. Or perhaps he is only that way around Harry…
He’s got fire for a heart, and I’m scared of burning by Samcgrath (110k) Harry returns to England to help solve a particularly tricky case but nobody bothered to mention that he’d be working with Malfoy, who seems just as happy about it as Harry. In his absence, the wizarding world has changed in ways Harry’s having some trouble adjusting to while Malfoy struts around in his elegant robes and effortlessly charms everyone he lays eyes on. Months of grappling with his own feelings, trying to understand Draco’s, pining day in and day out - it can get a little tiring especially when Draco Malfoy is as infuriating as ever.
Also, if you have a copy Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya is a very good Pining!Harry fic. :)