#at this point anon you should tag this with a title you like because

[witch-hazels-musings]

It had been a while since Diluc had last set foot in Mondstadt soil. Four years, to be precise. Four years since he had lost his father and forsakened the Knights of Favonius. He had walked far and wide across Teyvat, seeking to rid it of a pestilence spreading at an alarming rate, an evil which could only be eradicated by the same blade it wielded to infect innocents.

Diluc would once consider himself one of them. Carefree and ignorant, content with making his father proud and using his vision to defend the weak. His ideals were so skewed and his eyes so blind that he would soon lack a father...a family, really, if one were to count that other person. He used to abhor the power his father had borrowed from the pests. Its flames were not the same as his own, there was something sinister within that false power tugging at him whenever he made use of it to dispose of the rats.

Things had changed. Not his grief, nor anger. Those would never change, for as long as he lived he would carry with him the memory of his father. But Diluc wasn't quite alone in his fight anymore. There were those aware of the true threat lying beneath the Fatui's flamboyant uniforms and arrogant displays of power. They hid where even the Tsaritsa's lap dogs couldn't see, plotting their demise. They approached him not long ago, inviting him to join their network. But to do so, he was needed where his influence was at its strongest. That was the reason why he decided to return to Mondstast and take on his father's business.

Yes...that...was actually a year ago.

How strange that a mere change in hairstyle would bring back old memories.

He mentally admonished himself for letting his thoughts wander near that dangerous place they used to tread. The darkened flames of the delusion would have consumed him had he not returned. Not burn his body away, but his essence. Being overwhelmed by hatred would make him a bigger fool than the grunts residing in Goth hotel, so confident in their blind devotion to their goddess.

He may adorn his trusty mask on occasion, but the Darknight Hero is nothing like the Diluc whom rampaged from Fatui campement to another leaving dirt and cinders in his wake.

Perhaps those cursed flames burned faster than his vision allowed, but he did not miss those times. The isolation, the numbness. Despite the satisfaction the thought of quick retribution brought him, Diluc couldn't imagine himself as he used to be. That red-clad man would not see value in those around him if they were of no use to his quest for revenge, he would not thank Adelinde for her hard service or insist for Charles to go home to his family early. And his heart wouldn't flutter when his hands brushed against Hazel's as they passed glasses to one another.

Yes, Diluc thought to himself as he adjusted the ponytail and dismissed that old red coat in favor of the tattered, sewn and re-sewn dark garment, this is fine.

Nakorjeonsodneij

H-how do I - how do I even say anything about this omg!??? INCREDIBLE? THE TALENT?! I'm so impressed and you should be too like wowowowow (this made me consuumeee the words as you wrote them, I was just like, "yes yes YES?" PERFECT FLAWLESS!!

Thank you for the next instalment of this masterpiece ┻━┻︵└(՞▽՞ └)

I am in love with it and your writing!

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[simpjaes]

requested by: anon enemies to lovers, forced to sleep in the same bed [room] trope. wc: 1.3k tags: not rly enemies to lovers, more like enemies to enemies that fuck

Enemies to lovers Jay learning that this stupid fucking trip forces the two of you to interact. That alone is enough to piss him off and activate the petty part of his brain.

Enemies. That's a fucking fact.

Imagine how he felt when he learned his cousin is dating you and bringing you to the fucking family trip? Trust, he did just about everything to prevent it. Including sending you hateful messages, semi-threatening that if you showed up he would absolutely piss in your cereal.

Well, you showed up anyway. And unfortunately, no one bought cereal for the kitchen so it looks like he needs to find a different method of making you miserable.

What's even more unfortunate? His cousin has no idea that he hates you. And why does he hate you? Well, given that you rejected him all those years ago for prom in a hella humiliating way....does he really need to explain?

For years he was made fun of for it, and you laughed with everyone at him. Not with him, at him.

Fucking bitch. That's what you are.

And you continue to be that bitch this whole time too. Knowing he had a thing for you, unsure of if he still does but still acting like he does.You don't need to know that he'd definitely still hit that shit. In more ways than one. Across the head seems more appropriate at this point though.

"He needs to leave early." Jay's mother explains to him in a semi-whisper. "Guess the sea-food got to him."

Jay silently gives himself a high-five at the idea that you'd leave with your boyfriend, his cousin.Unfortunately, you don't. In fact, you over-stay your welcome solely because your boyfriend's family loves you so much and practically begged you to stay.

At least Jay has his own room, right? WRONG. Oh, his demise hits him in the chest that very next morning, learning that his bitch-ass parents replaced his cousin's room with a different family member. Apparently they had wanted to come but all the spots in the house were filled up.

Now, they're on their way and you're moving your shit to the living room.

"Jay, why don't you let her have your room? It's only polite."

"Fuck that" is what Jay would say if it weren't for his father looming with a death glare.

"No, no!" You gleefully cut in. "If he's okay with just sharing the room, I'll be okay!" He rolls his eyes. Just because there's a pull out couch in the room doesn't fucking mean he should have to share it. With you no less. ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ Did you do that on purpose? Maybe.

Do you love your boyfriend with your whole heart? Not really.

What most people aren't aware of in this family is, well, your boyfriend isn't exactly the best person to be involved with. Oh, he left because he's feeling sick? No he didn't, you saw that text on his phone. Despite you loving his family, and his family loving you, neither of you really love each other these days. Additionally, neither of you really have the heart to break up due to the benefits you both get simply for holding the title of boyfriend/girlfriend.

So, you trying to pull one on Jay both before and after your boyfriend saw himself out the door feigning sick? Definitely on purpose. After all, if you and your boyfriend are past the point of even trying to make intimacy work, it's not so bad that you both find it elsewhere.

Kind of like a mutual relationship where's you're not dating except for when the family comes together and the two of you pretend that love hasn't fallen through the floor.

Imagine Jay's face when he found out, deep into the night where it's silent save for the rain pattering against the window.

"I'm not actually dating him, you know?" You blurt out of the silence, wanting to push somehow for Jay to admit that he still wants you. If anything, to boost your own confidence and force him to abandon whatever respect he has for his cousin to keep it under wraps. "He left to go fuck his actual girlfriend."

"Okay?" Jay huffs out, pretending he doesn't care but actually loving the juicy hidden secret. "What does that have to do with me?" "Well, Jay Jay-" You smile in the darkness, cuddling close against the pillow and lending a small chuckle at the way he's situated himself on the pull-out bed. "It has everything to do with you if you want to fuck me."

You hear him inhale at your words before breathing out in a shaking breath.

"You are so fucking full of yourself." He starts, lifting up so fast into a sitting position that he nearly feels lightheaded. "After the way you humiliated me? You think I want to fuck you now?!" You shush him quickly, wanting so badly to mock his inability of volume control. Which...that could be fun.

"Please, you've wanted to fuck me since you learned what fucking even was."

Fair, Jay thinks, as he narrows his eyes at your barely-visible figure in his bed.

"You're being ridiculous. I wouldn't stoop so low." He argues back, voice a bit weaker, like it's breaking. Then he flops back down onto the pull-out, ignoring the uncomfortable creaking of the bed.

"Relax. I'm just trying to get laid here, it's not like we have to date or anything."

As if that's not what Jay has wanted since fucking prom?! Casual sex?! With you? "You're kind of a whore, you know that?" Jay spits, aggressively rolling over to face the wall, not at all to hide the fact that he's absolutely about to shove his hands down his pants.

"Do you want me to be?" You encourage him to think like your boyfriend used to. "Want me to apologize for the way I treated you?" He remains silent, squeezing his eyes shut and willing for all of this to just be a dream, though he'd be fucking pissed if it actually was. "Don't you want to punish me for it?" You continue, softening your voice now, lifting yourself on the bed and crawling to the edge of it. "Make me say sorry? Make me regret the day I never let you do it in the first place?" "Fuck off." Jay tries to control himself. The need to absolutely fuck you into the mattress, shut that pretty mouth up? It's intense right now. "Stop trying to come onto me." And when you do, he's actually disappointed. He hears the way you crawl back into position and roll over in silence. The room stays quiet for a little while, but he can't sleep now. Arguably, you can't either. "You're so fucking annoying." Jay huffs, rolling off the pull-out and instantly getting on the bed with you, hovering over you, letting you feel how hard you've managed to get him. "If you're able to actually shut the fuck up, take your shorts off and roll over." You hum, delighted by his weak mind state. Loving that in a way, he admits it. Finally, he admits it. All those narrow-eyed stares at you weren't just from hate. He definitely wanted you, and he still does. You do as you're told with a mocking laugh, shoving your shorts down your thighs and rolling over for him. He makes quick work, already slapping his length against your ass cheeks before instantly pressing his tip into you with a pathetic, whiny little groan.

"Thought you'd be rougher." You smile against the pillow, only to feel his hand in your hair. He tugs you back with an uncomfortable arch now cramping at your back. "Thought you wanted to make me sorry.”

“Can you please shut the fuck up?” Jay groans, shoving his full and thick cock straight into you with a solid thrust. “Hm?”

Well, now you can. Because oh my god? He’s been this big the whole time? You could’ve been bouncing on this countless times already and you’re only now feeling how good it is? Crazy mistake on your part.

You couldn't mock him back if you tried right now, with the way he releases your hair only to push your head into the pillow, fucking into you so aggressively that you can barely even breathe. He really is making you sorry.

#enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #jay smut #enhypen hard hours

[islandofsages]

Hey ! Can I ask for the Diasomnia boys reacting to a male!Ignihyde!reader who join the gargoyle club (idk if it's name) ?

Like, the reader is really just interest in the gargoyles, and isn't scare of Malleus (or anyone, really. Man is too tired for being scare.)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it.

Have a good day/night ! And happy new year too.

characters: diasomnia boys x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format; mentions of malleus in literally everything, lilia being a dad

warnings: none

author's notes: reader is so idgaf energy i love it. also i just remembered the small font feature exists LMAO do tell me if it's too small, i'll change it back to the original size!! if not, i'll change my previous posts to the smaller font. also you have a good day/night too anon ! and happy new year :D

Malleus Draconia

Oh? You want to join the Gargoyle Studies Club? You’re being serious? Oh!

Words cannot describe how happy he is about a fellow gargoyle appreciator though his expression doesn’t really show that

And to think you see him as just another dude… such honor was bestowed upon him…!

He’ll excitedly bring you to every gargoyle he’s found on campus and infodump about them - and you’d write them down somewhere if you’re in the mood

Sometimes you’d find new gargoyles and bring him to them and you start to do likewise

Even outside of club activities you two geek out about gargoyles at times which has earned you two the title of nerds

“Have I told you about the time I’ve met talking gargoyles? I never thought I would see such a day…”

Gargoyles aside, he has times where he confides his personal daily life in you and in turn, he’ll ask you what’s it like being in Ignihyde, etc

After being around each other so much, it feels weird when you guys aren’t together - some people would ask where Malleus is whenever you’re on your own, and vice versa

People found it weird how close an Ignihyde student is to someone from a different dorm too and you’re not sure if you should be flattered or not

But in a sense, Malleus really is your other nerdy half.

Sebek Zigvolt

You?????? Join the club where Malleus is president and is the only member of?????????

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY OF JOINING SUCH A CLUB?”

Well, for one, the fact that you’re unfazed by his constant yelling and therefore probably too tired to be fazed by anything, consequently making you the perfect companion to Malleus because you wouldn’t react inappropriately to Malleus’ conduct

And that you actually are interested in gargoyles. That too. You tell all this to him

He clutches his head with one hand, debating your logic. You don’t know how and why but he accepts your argument

That doesn’t stop him from monitoring you two’s activities from afar but, again, you couldn’t care less. A sixteen year old’s fanatics is just part of the growing process

Outside of club activities, he interrogates you on what you’ve discussed with Malleus and you just tell him the truth: gargoyles

At some point, he gets so engrossed in your infodump about gargoyles his eyes shine with a new light

Of course, he mentions something about Malleus obviously liking something so interesting and befitting of his status - but he also thanks you for enlightening him on the topic and that he’ll go to you for more information if need be

You’ve converted him. You sometimes see him clutching a book about gargoyles around the school. It’s filled with notes sticking out of the pages. And a portion of that sometimes he’ll run to you to confirm about a fact or two

Maybe it’s safe to say you two are kind of friends now.

Silver

He doesn’t think too much of it other than being glad that Malleus finally has a fellow gargoyle fan he can geek out with

He’d see you and Malleus chatting it up around campus and he can’t stop the tender smile on his face from making an appearance

Sometimes he himself will try to strike up a conversation with you and gargoyle geek aside, he finds that you’re just a pleasant person to talk to and be around

He admits he’s not too close with any of the folks from Ignihyde aside for the Shroud brothers but you brush him off by saying that nobody is really

He also admires how you don’t really let anything get to you. Again, you shrug it off by half-joking that you’re too tired to be scared by anything at this point

He somewhat empathizes with you on that point, grieving over his narcoleptic tendencies with a heavy sigh

You try your best to cheer him up or if you have experience with such things, you give him advice on how to manage it

You then jest that he can tag along with you and Malleus’ club activities whenever he’s free if he wants. The more, the merrier, right?

He ponders it for a minute and nods. You didn’t think he’d actually accept the offer

“I don’t see a reason to refuse. Sebek and I have accompanied Malleus on his trips before. I’m sure this time around will be more fun with you here.”

And so you all do. You all have a royal time together - and the joy on Silver’s face is especially princely.

Lilia Vanrouge

He sheds (crocodile) tears at the thought of Malleus finally having an additional member in his one-man club more friends

Since you’re chill about it, he is too! As long as you get along with Malleus, everything will be fine and dandy

If anything, he’s a bit impressed by how it takes more than the average amount to gain a reaction out of you 

…and a bit concerned. Are you sure you’re getting enough nutrients? His paternal instincts kick in when you tell him you’re too tired to have a reaction to anything

He knows that Ignihyde students are mostly shut-ins but he still advises you and makes sure you get a balanced diet

It’s like he’s adopted yet another son

“Oh, (Y/N), you really ought to take care of yourself more.”

You grow a bit annoyed at him sometimes but you know his intentions are good so you don’t protest

You do feel very loved though. You didn’t expect this much from just joining a club for a topic you’re genuinely interested in

But you have to admit it is kind of hard to come by people who aren’t intimidated by the Malleus Draconia, even if you don’t see it as anything special

What’s special, though, is the affection Lilia holds for you.

#writing #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic twst x reader #platonic twisted wonderland x reader #twst x m!reader #twisted wonderland x m!reader #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x male reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt x male reader #sebek x reader #silver twst #twst silver #silver x reader #silver x male reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #diasomnia

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

HELLOOOOOO

I have been semi stalking and poking my head into this account a lot since I adore fanfic anons content. And I would like to propose my own little AU and maybe fanfics for a later date (keyword, maybe since I may also post these onto my ao3) BUT LE CONSIDER:

Based semi on the AU from user AppleParty on Twitter, mainly just one idea, the one where Alastor is Lucifer’s personal guard, the rest is my own.

Basic gist: Alastor makes a deal with Lucifer. Lucifer grants Alastor all the power he desires, but Alastor has to vow to protect Charlie with his life and try and help parent her as Lucifer knows he is not in the right mental state to do so anymore. So Alastor ends up vanishing for 7+ years to help raise and protect the Princess of Hell, while also having a budding friendship with Lucifer (So Hell's Greatest Dad turns from dad off to a tongue and cheek teasing match).

Everything is fine and dandy, some of the same plot points from the pilot happen instead with the inclusion of Alastor. Vaggie and Alastor also have a more mutual respect but not friends yet relationship. The interview goes horribly wrong and Vaggie has to hold Alastor back from ripping Katie Killjoy’s head off. The scene in the limo is more tense as Angel is avoiding the piss off guard dog that is the radio demon now. Alastor tries to cheer Charlie up by cashing in some favors by calling up Nifty and Husk, probably in this AU, Husk is still not an overlord as Alastor owns his soul still, but Husk has more power and having to raise Charlie probably has matured Alastor more so him and Husk are more on even ground and Alastor looks at Husk as more as an advice giver when he needs it. Nifty is just Nifty. The two agree to work at the hotel as they are doing Alastor a favor and they believe in Charlie’s dream. Alastor is up for debate as he may only be doing this because he has to since he is her personal guard or he actually believes in it. The only thing he will say on the matter is he finds it entertaining and he can’t wait to see the chaos start.

All things are going good, they plan on celebrating and everything until a knock comes to the door. Alastor excuses himself, shooing off Vaggie to tell her she should be with her girlfriend, he will handle the matters. He goes to answer the door, being speaking in a manner tone until he opens his eyes and is greeted to

Vox

BECAUSE YEAH SPOILER ALERT THIS IS A STATICRADIO AU HAHAHAH

Alastor’s smile drops and he hisses in anger and slams the door shut in Vox’s face, not even giving the Overlord a chance to speak as he storms back into the lobby. Cue Charlie having to rush over and mediate everything and bring Vox in, who saw the interview on TV and wants to sponsor the hotel. Because well, hey it would be good money and it would be funny to see Charlie try and redeem sinners. But everyone can TELL there is tension between him and Alastor, like the scary kind of tension when you have no clue if person a is gonna lunge and rip out person b’s throat. But you know its there since they have a history together.

Cue all the hijinks that ensue as Alastor and Vox have to try and repair their relationship while also helping Charlie out with her dream. Also more chaos than normal since Alastor probably accompanies Charlie to more places than in canon.

But that is all hehe. Am gonna give myself a sign off so people know who I am soo

-⚔️aka “Hotel’s Radio Guard AU” (work in title au name) Anon!

I love your energy my friend, on this blog we appreciate fanfic anon, spamming, and all kinds of AUs

The beginning of this is similar to dadstaticradio au (except lucifer instead of lilith ofc) but there is no issue I take with that bc I love it

Also referring to Alastor as guard dog and "Niffty is just Niffty" made me laugh, if you ever do post on Ao3 pls tag me in it or sent a link in asks and I'll share it on your behalf

#ask #⚔️ anon #staticradio #fanfic #radioguard au

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Being a pack means sticking together-in more ways than one. And when one member of the pack is missing, everyone feels it, but especially the head alpha. Chan's never been good at expressing his emotions, or coping with them. Luckily, he's got eight people on his side to take care of him when he can't.

A/N: NIKKI (🦈💙 Anon) WHERE ARE YOU. THIS ONE'S FOR YOU BBY. THANKS FOR THE PROMPT IDEA. 💗

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Y/N, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst

Title: Before You Know It

“It’s just a week.” You say with slight consolation, as you snap the last closure shut on your suitcase, and zip up the final pocket of your backpack. 

Jeongin whines-a sad, plaintive sound-and Felix groans, as Hyunjin complains heatedly, “Yeah, but a week is gonna seem like a lifetime, noona!” 

“I know.” You glance up at the trio of omegas with a slight grimace, and step toward them, giving them what you hope is a convincing smile as you tousle Jeongin’s dark hair. “But I promise, I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Don’t leave us, noona.” Jeongin begs, clasping warm fingers around your wrist so you can’t pull away, as the scent of yeast and baking bread sharpens noticeably in the air. “The hyungs will make us do things with them, because they don’t want us to mope around and be sad, and god forbid I have to go to the gym with Changbin-hyung.” 

“Or cook with Minho-hyung.” Hyunjin visibly shudders. 

Minho appears in the doorway then, pointing a warning finger at the suddenly contrite omega. “I heard that, Hwang Hyunjin. Kitchen duty. All week.” 

Hyunjin groans, and Felix gives him a sympathetic pat on the top of his head. 

Changbin joins Minho in the doorway then, glancing over his shoulder, taking in your current predicament, trapped between the three whining omegas, and shoots you a clearly sympathetic look, before clearing his throat. 

“You need to get going soon, or you’re gonna miss your flight, baby girl. Pass me your suitcase.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You sigh out, though you know he’s right, and untangling yourself from Jeongin’s grasp, doing your best to ignore his sad whine at the loss of contact, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, rolling your suitcase in Changbin’s direction. 

He lifts it easily, and disappears, presumably in the direction of the car. 

Minho offers the omegas a shrewd look as you cross the room to stand beside him. 

“You three. Find something else to do. (Y/N) needs to get her ass to the car before Christopher has an aneurysm.” 

“I swear to god-” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, heaving a sigh as he pushes himself up off the bed. “-he’s like a dad in that regard.” He pitches his voice lower in a representation of the head alpha, scowling his face into a serious expression as he waves a finger between the other two omegas. “‘You know the saying when it comes to the airport, Hyunjin, three hours early, or consider yourself late.’”

“Is that supposed to be me?” 

Chan appears then, letting his hand drop affectionately onto Minho’s shoulder, as he glances at Hyunjin, one dark brow disappearing into the curls of his bangs. 

Hyunjin snorts. “Of course it is, hyung.” 

“Hyung.” Jeongin whines out, bounding up and across the room to throw his arms around Chan’s middle. “Don’t let noona leave.” 

“Ah, Innie.” Chan cards his hand through Jeongin’s mop of hair, where the omega is currently burying his nose into his ribs. “This is a good opportunity-a great one even-for (Y/N), yeah? She’s been invited to this conference because she’s one of the best in her program, and we should be nothing but proud of her for it.” 

You offer him a grateful smile, and he tilts his head, watching you for a moment, as Jeongin mumbles against his sweater, “Yeah, I know. Still sucks though.” 

“It does.” Chan agrees quietly, and something melancholy flickers across his expression, quick enough to miss, before he leans over to press a kiss to the youngest omega’s head. “But she’ll be back before we know it.” 

“Okay.” Minho interrupts, reaching forward and taking your backpack from you before you can think to protest, giving the remaining members of the pack a sharp look as he ushers you toward the waiting door. “Noona really needs to get going now. Say ‘bye noona!’” 

“I love you, yeah?” You manage to brush your fingers with Hyunjin and Felix’s outstretched hands as Minho pulls you out of the room, calling over your shoulder loudly, “I’ll video call every night, okay? I’ll be back soon!” 

Chan murmurs something beneath his breath to Jeongin that you can’t quite make out, and then the omega is slinging his arms around your waist for one more quick hug before retreating back to the older omegas waiting on the bed. 

The smell of bread lingers in your nose, even as you step outside into the crisp Autumn morning air. 

Changbin is leaning against the car, trunk still popped, deep in quiet conversation with Seungmin, when you all emerge, but they both look up at your exit from the house, and Changbin steps toward you, taking your backpack from Minho and placing it with your already packed suitcase. 

“All ready?” 

You nod, biting your lip, and Changbin offers you the hint of a smile, before he crushes you to his chest in a strong hug, and you let yourself enjoy the feel of his warmth for a moment, the smell of smoke in your nose, both a contrast to the chill bite of the morning air. 

“You’re gonna be great.” He murmurs into your hair, nose brushing the crown of your head, and you manage a nod. “And don’t worry. We’ll be fine.” 

You sniff, and he squeezes your arms with the warm palms of his hands, before he releases you, turning to shut the trunk. 

Seungmin steps up to you then, straightening your jacket, and looks you seriously in the eye, his lips a thin line. 

“If you embarrass us, or the department, in front of all those big wigs, I’ll personally have Minho-hyung murder you.” 

You laugh, the sound slightly watered down, and throw your arms around the beta. 

“I’ll be sure to name drop you before I do anything even slightly embarrasing.” 

He grins now. “You would.” 

You grin back. “Only for you, baby.” 

There is the jangle of keys as Minho tosses the set to Chan, who has once again joined you all, ball cap pulled low over his face, breath steaming in the cold air. 

He rubs his hands together and glances in your direction. 

“Ready?” 

“Almost.” You assure, before you turn to Minho, who suddenly looks like a cornered feline ready to bolt at any moment. 

“Don’t.” 

“Minnie.” You wheedle, stalking toward him, even as he backs away from you, eyes flashing dangerously with his glare. 

“Don’t.” 

You practically tackle him with the force of your hug, and you hear the air leave his body in a little oomph of sound, even as you bury your face in the jacket he wears, the smell of spiced amber tickling your nose, lulling your worried brain into a sort of safe space, at least for the moment. 

“I love you.” 

“God.” You can hear the smile in his voice, even though his actual words are dripping with feigned sarcastic annoyance. “I hate it when you’re sappy like this.” 

You tilt your head back and grin up at him, and he crinkles his nose in disgust. 

“I know.” 

He sighs, like the weight of the world is suddenly on his shoulders, and shoves you away, back toward the car. “I love you too or whatever. Now get going.” 

You take a step back, giving him a little wave. 

“Tell Jisungie bye for me, okay? And that I’ll call tonight?” 

Minho nods and waves you toward the car with his hand, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. So you’ve said. He has a break from clinicals at noon, text him from the airport and tell him yourself.” 

Chan opens the passenger door of the car for you, and you slide into the seat, the blast of the heater a welcome warmth on your feet, as you wave to the pack members standing on the front lawn, and then to the trio of omegas just visible in the front window, noses pressed to the glass. 

Chan closes the door, saying something to Changbin and Minho, muffled and unintelligible through the glass and over the sound of the radio, and then he crosses in front of the car to slide into the driver’s seat. 

Turning to you, he offers you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Ready?” 

You glance out the window, waving one last time to your pack, and take a deep breath. 

“Ready.” 

The car lurches into motion and heads off down the street. 

*******

Chan is tapping his fingers against the steering wheel along with the beat of the music, and your exit is looming dangerously quicker and closer, when you finally decide to ask. 

“Are you okay?” 

His gaze jerks to you, and he looks almost guilty, before he blurts out, a little too quickly, “Yeah, why do you ask?” 

You shrug and let your gaze drift out the window, to the cars blurring past, the giant green signs announcing the approach of the airport. 

“Because I know you.” You reply simply, not looking at him, even as your wolf twitches its ears in sudden interest, the smell of petrichor growing heavy and damp in the small space of the car. “And I know how you are.” 

“And how am I?” 

Out of the side of your eye, you see the corner of his mouth lift into the start of an amused smile. 

“Selfless.” You answer immediately, and Chan’s head jerks in your direction, surprise washing across his face. You glance at him now, expression serious, even as the car angles to take the exit for the airport. “You fake it til you make it, because you want everyone else to be okay first, even if that means shoving your own emotions and worries down deep to deal with later-or maybe even never.” 

He opens his mouth to protest, and when he speaks, the words are a stammer, “No-I don’t-that’s not-” 

You level him with a stern look. “That’s exactly what you do.” 

He sighs, long and heavy, and stares out the windshield, fingers once again tapping on the steering wheel, but in an almost anxious pattern now, no longer keeping to the beat. 

There are a few moments of silence, the airport now looming, and then you let your hand drop onto his thigh. 

“Christopher.” 

He chuckles beneath his breath, though his knuckles are tight around the steering wheel as he maneuvers the car into the drop off lane. 

“You sound like Minho.” 

You smile, tight lipped, and watch as he finally pulls the car into an empty space at the curb, sliding it into park before sighing once more and turning to you.

He turns off the radio and opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words come out.  

You tilt your head and watch him, the people and traffic bustling busily past your stand still, but inside the car, it’s just silence, and things unsaid, and the smell of heavy incoming rain. 

“I don’t-” Chan starts, his voice quiet, and he clears his throat, glancing away from you now, eyes scanning the passengers streaming into the airport. 

He tries again. 

“I don’t want you to feel bad for going.” 

Your fingers squeeze around his thigh, and he blows a hiss of breath past his teeth, glancing down at your hand, before he threads his fingers through your own. 

“I know. I don’t.” You assure, squeezing his hand once more. 

He flicks his gaze up to yours and offers you the hint of a tight lipped smile. “You know how I get-a little too protective and entirely too worried for my own good. I just don’t like the pack being split up, it puts me on edge. But I’ll be fine.” 

“Are you sure it’s not just because you’re going to miss me like crazy?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood, as you lean over and nudge your nose into the side of his neck just below his jaw. 

“That too.” Chan chuckles, letting you nuzzle against him for a moment, scenting him, as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. 

The smell of wisteria and rain mixes pleasantly, and you relax again him, if just for a moment. 

Finally, you sigh regretfully, and pull back from him, offering him a silent apology with your eyes as you glance down at your watch. 

“Channie-” 

“You have to go.” He nods, something brief and unreadable flashing across his gaze, before he offers you another half hearted smile. “Go on then.” You twist the door handle, even as Chan gets out to unload your luggage from the trunk, helping you into the straps of your backpack, before you take the handle of your suitcase in your palm. 

He’s watching you fondly, a little sadly, and you throw your arms around him for one last petrichor soaked hug. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

He pushes you away from him gently, in the direction of the doors to the terminal, and motions with his head for you to get going. 

You do so, reluctantly. 

“Now get going, and make us all proud, Little Miss Scientist.” 

You grin at him over your shoulder. 

“No promises.” 

Chan tilts his head and grins, his eyes crinkling and dimples appearing. 

“You’ll definitely be the sexiest scientist there, if that’s any consolation.” 

You roll your eyes and wave.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just biased.” 

He arches a brow at you. 

“So what if I am? I’m also right.” 

You point a finger in his direction as the sliding doors automatically open up before you, and the wave of heated, airport air washes over you, along with a million unknown, overwhelming scents. 

Your wolf whines, instantly on edge, and you pull your mask up over your face. 

“Take care of yourself, Christopher. Or I’ll sic Minho on you.” 

It’s Chan’s turn to roll his eyes and wave now. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

One last wave in his direction, and you disappear into the airport. 

******

Chan is not fine. 

He’s spent two days in the studio cooped up, not eating enough and definitely not sleeping enough, when your call comes in. 

He picks up on the third ring. 

“Hey!” “Hey.” Chan forces a bright cheeriness into his greeting that he doesn’t feel, grimacing at how fake it sounds, even to his own ears. 

Thankfully, you don’t seem to notice. 

“Oh my god, it’s so good to hear your voice.” 

He leans back in the desk chair, creaking beneath his weight, and stretches his arms above his head, feeling his back slot back into place. 

He gets a whiff of the smell of his own body as he does so, and cursing his hypersensitive nasal capabilities, tells himself that maybe it’s time to go home and take a shower. 

“How’s D.C?” He asks instead, because he doesn’t want to think about that, not right now. 

“Oh my god.” You repeat again, voice rising in pitch and volume with your excitement, and Chan can practically see you waving your hands with your words in his head. “It’s amazing, Channie. There’s so many brilliant presenters and I’ve learned so much, not to mention, it’s been incredible to see things I’ve only heard about in theory done in demonstrations and-” Chan’s eyes feel heavy and tired, and he glances at the bright light of the computer screen-the unfinished song currently taunting him, the cursor blinking idly-and catches a brief reflection of himself, all pale skin and dark circles bruising beneath his lash line. 

He rubs a hand across his face, if only to rid himself of the sickly reflection, and rakes his fingers through his hair. 

“Chan.” 

“Mmm.” He hums a sound of acknowledgement beneath his breath as he hears you say his name, and suddenly feels all too guilty for letting his exhaustion tune you out. “Yeah, I’m here, baby.” 

There is a brief pause, the silence trickling down the line of the call, and then your voice, quieter now, more serious. 

“Binnie says you’ve been spending a lot of time at the studio. Working on your new stuff.” 

“Yeah.” He replies, without really thinking, before he clears his throat and forces a bit more enthusiasm into his words. “Yeah! I’ve been making some good progress I think.” 

“That’s good.” He hears the hesitation in your tone, and his wolf growls low in agitation. “You’re taking care of yourself, right?” 

Chan doesn’t like lying to you, he doesn’t, and his wolf absolutely abhors it if the low rumble of a threatening snarl starting deep in his throat is anything to go by, but he doesn’t want to worry you, doesn’t want to dampen your trip, doesn’t want to have to explain to you why he’s sitting in the studio for the second day in a row, wearing the same clothes, hasn’t even been home, nothing but the wane, cold light of the monitor to keep him company, a thread of a dozen unread messages the only testament to the actual depth of his solitude. 

So instead, he forces a lightness into his words that doesn’t at all reflect the tired, dull ache in his bones, in his head, and lies through his teeth. 

“Yeah, I’m taking care of myself, baby. Besides, that’s what Minho’s for.” 

He hears you let out a breath, heavy with relief, and then the smile is back in your tone when you reply. 

“You’re right. He won’t let you starve.” 

The pounding behind his left eye is starting to hammer into a crescendo. 

There is the sound of a door opening through the speaker, a few hushed words, and then your voice, apologetic, regretful. 

Chan’s wolf is torn between feeling protective and absolutely miserable at the sudden shift in atmosphere. 

“I’m really sorry, baby. But I’ve got to go. The next panel is starting soon.” 

Chan swallows hard, his throat feeling coated with sand. 

“Yeah, no. I get it. Go save the world or whatever.” 

You laugh, and it’s honestly the most beautiful sound Chan has heard in two days, though it sounds like it’s somewhat underwater and he can barely keep his eyes open now, the headache hammering away at the inside of his skull with a vengeance. 

His fingers find the power switch for the monitor and flip it, and the room is plunged into darkness. 

“I love you. I’ll see you this weekend, okay?” 

Chan stares up through the darkness at the ceiling, the phone held loosely in his fingers, warm against his ear. 

His entire body aches. 

“Yeah. Can’t wait.” 

You make a kissing sound through the phone, and the line disconnects. 

Chan sits there for a moment, in the dark silence, the phone still held beside his ear, and closes his eyes, the exhaustion making his body feel heavy, useless. 

His wolf whines, pacing circles, and he finds himself searching for any hint of wisteria, any lingering shell of frost, but all he finds is the mustiness of his own studio, and the smell of bitter rain. 

*******

“You look terrible.” 

Chan manages to sling his backpack close enough to the closet to count, and kicks off his shoes without really looking. 

Seungmin will berate him in the morning, but right now, he can’t even convince himself to care. 

Everything inside of him is being pulled toward the thought of a warm shower, and then the familiar cozy comfort of his bed. 

Sleep. That’s what he needs. 

“Thanks.” Chan manages to reply, though the words sound slurred, even to his own ears, and Minho looks less than impressed. 

“I saved you some dinner if you want it-” The other alpha intones blankly, reaching to pull open the fridge for Chan to see. 

Chan’s entire body revulses at the thought of food. 

Sleep. 

“No.” He shakes his head, and his vision is blurry, and it’s hard to focus on the outline of his boyfriend against the sudden, bright light from the refrigerator in the dimly lit kitchen. “I’m just gonna head to bed I think.” 

“Please tell me you’re gonna shower first.” 

That’s Hyunjin, sitting cross legged on the counter top, his nose crinkled in slight disgust-presumably at Chan’s musk-even as he helps himself to some of whatever batter Minho is currently making for baking. 

The elder swats the omega’s hand away with a wooden spoon. 

“Hwang Hyunjin, I’ll pull off your fingers.” 

Chan doesn’t even hear the luna’s retort, already stumbling out of the kitchen and down the hall blindly toward the end of the house where his bedroom and bathroom reside. 

Shower. 

Sleep. 

He manages to make it down the hallway and up the stairs without falling-a considerable accomplishment considering his eyes are already half closed-but his traitorous feet slow, and then stop, outside of a door that is most definitely not his. 

Why are we here? He asks his wolf silently, the exhaustion making his brain cloudy with confusion. 

And then, he smells it. 

Wisteria. And frosty pine. 

The confusion muddling his brain is gone in an instant, swept away like wisps of clouds in the face of a head wind, and Chan is suddenly on full alert, every inch of his body tingling, his nerves electric. 

Mate, his wolf whispers, and he reaches for the closed door, letting his fingers skim over the cool knob of the handle. 

It might not help, of course he knows this, the logical part of his brain is already balking at the idea, but he lets his hand turn the knob anyway, and before he can second guess himself, steps into the quiet, dark of your room. 

The scent, your scent, that lingers, instantly has every muscle in his body relaxing. 

The headache that has seemed to plague him for the last two days is suddenly quiet, no longer knocking at the inside of his skull. 

Mate, his wolf hums contentedly, and something inside of Chan has him taking a few steps toward the bed, his fingers trailing over your neatly tucked comforter, that is, until they touch something unexpected, something slick and cool, almost like plastic. 

Curious, Chan reaches for the lamp resting on the bedside table, and flicks it on. 

In the middle of your bed is a plastic grocery bag, neatly folded into a square, and on top, a note with his name on it, printed neatly in your easily recognizable handwriting. 

Chan reaches for it, his fingers trembling slightly. 

Channie, 

I know how hard this is on you, even if you won’t show it. 

Sorry I stole this, but I think you’ll be glad I did. 

P.S. You’re welcome to sleep in my bed while I’m gone if you want. Ask the omegas to cuddle pile you. That always makes me feel better. <3

He sets aside the note and carefully unfolds the bag, his familiar, worn, black Nirvana hoodie falling into his lap as he does so. 

He chuckles fondly, because of course that’s what you had stolen, his fingers kneading the soft fabric affectionately, and then it hits him. 

The smell. 

He raises the hoodie slowly, disbelievingly, to his nose and takes a deep whiff. 

Pine. Wisteria. The faint notes of the perfume you always wear. 

His tired, overworked body suddenly feels like putty. 

His wolf purrs. 

“I thought I’d find you in here.” 

Chan looks up at Changbin’s voice, the other alpha standing in the open doorway, and he suddenly feels weirdly guilty, like he’s doing something wrong, sitting in your room, on your bed, with his hoodie in his lap, drenched in your scent. 

But there’s no judgment on Changbin’s face-just quiet, affectionate understanding-as he says, “I know it’s hard on you, you know. Not having us all together.” 

Chan chuckles, a sort of self-deprecating, humorless sound, and glances down once more, watching the way his fingers disappear into the black fabric draped over his lap. 

“What gave it away?” He asks dryly, glancing once more up at Changbin, who is watching him knowingly now. “The dark circles? Or the stench?” 

It’s Changbin’s turn to chuckle now, coming to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. 

“All of it?” He shrugs, glancing sidelong at the head alpha with a smirk, before he playfully bumps their shoulders together. 

Chan appreciates the normalcy of it all. Changbin’s never made a big deal out of things, and it’s one of the many things he appreciates about the quiet, stalwart alpha sitting beside him. 

“But it was mostly the return to the old pattern of holing up in the studio for two days and shutting everyone out that really sold it.” 

Chan winces and rubs at the back of his neck, shooting the other alpha an apologetic sort of look. 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” 

Changbin shrugs. “All good. We know how you get. No one took it personally.” He grins. “Well, maybe Hyunjin, but he’s a little dramatic in the best of times.” 

Chan laughs. “I’ll make it up to him.” 

“I’m sure you will.” Changbin replies with a wink, sitting back on his hands on the bed, as he lets his gaze fall to the hoodie still cradled in Chan’s lap. “She leave you that?” 

“I mean, it’s my hoodie.” Chan defends instantly, but he sighs and nods anyway. “But yeah.” He raises the fabric to his nose and takes another experimental whiff, the strong smell of your scent filling his nose and instantly relaxing his tired muscles. “It helps, I think.” 

Now it’s Changbin’s turn to lean over and take an experimental whiff of Chan. “Yeah, you definitely smell less stressed.” He grins, crinkling his nose. “But also. You really need to shower.” 

“I know okay?” Chan complains, biting back a smile, even as he huffs an irritated breath. “That’s where I was going before I got sidetracked, I swear.” 

Chanbin pats his shoulder with a knowing smile, and stands from the bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden movement. He pauses in his trek back to the door to glance at Chan over his shoulder. 

“Minho’s worried about you.” His brow furrows, and he offers the head alpha a sympathetic look. “You should really consider eating something before you go to bed. I know it’d make us all feel better.” 

Chan sighs, and then finally nods, because now that he’s sat down for a moment, his stomach is starting to grumble with the telltale cramps of hunger pangs. 

“Okay. Yeah. Tell him I’ll be down after I clean up.” 

Changbin gives him a teasing salute before he leaves. “Yes, sir.” 

Chan sighs, his body heavy with exhaustion now that he’s given himself a moment to relax, and forces himself up from your bed, hoodie clenched tightly in his hands.

His head spins slightly as he stands-whether from hunger or exhaustion or both-and he takes a moment to right himself before he heads off back down the hall toward the bathroom. 

God, he really needs to take better care of himself.

*******

When Chan finally reemerges back downstairs-clean and feeling slightly less morose and disgusting than before, wrapped safely in the comfort of his nirvana hoodie and your scent-the pack is gathered around the kitchen table. 

The younger members are chattering loudly amongst themselves as they play some sort of card game, Minho swatting their hands out of the way affectionately as he sets down a fresh plate of Hotteok in the middle of the table. 

No one has noticed Chan’s quiet entrance yet, no one but Seungmin, who sidles up to him from his spot beside the refrigerator, leaning against the counter beside him in silence as they both observe the excited going ons of the pack. 

Finally, the beta breeches the comfortable silence between the two of them, not looking at Chan as he asks casually, “Did you finish the song?” 

It takes Chan’s sluggish thoughts a moment to catch up to the question. “What?” 

“Your song.” Seungmin glances at him now, a slightly amused look in his eyes, as the corner of his lip pulls up into something akin to the start of an exasperated smile. “The one you were working on. You know? The reason we didn’t see you for two days?”  

Chan feels as if he’s trying to force his thoughts through gelatin on their path to his mouth, but he finally manages to say, “Oh. Yeah. That song. No. I didn’t finish it. Still working on the bridge.” 

Not his most articulate work, but it’ll do. 

“Hmm.” Seungmin merely hums beneath his breath in acknowledgement, turning away from Chan once more to watch the ensuing battle at the table. 

“Bullshit!” 

Chan follows the beta’s gaze as Jisung’s voice rings out from the table, his offended glower and outraged fury directed across the table in Hyunjin’s direction, the said omega looking particularly smug. 

“It’s entirely legal, Jisungie. Maybe you’re just shit at this game.” 

“NO WAY IN HELL CAN YOU STACK A +2 ON A +4, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!” 

“Take it up with someone who cares, asshole.” 

“I will. This is unfair play on the field! Where’s my call?!” 

Beside Chan, Seungmin sighs. 

He glances to the head alpha with a look in his eyes that very clearly says help me, and pushes himself up off the counter. 

“Unfortunately, that’s my cue.” 

Chan watches as Seungmin crosses the several feet to the kitchen table-and the current fight-and leans over to look at the cards, before he promptly tosses one of Jeongin’s brightly colored socks into the middle of the table and announces blankly, “Unfair Play. Retract your card, Hyunjin.” 

“Hah!” Jisung looks vindicated, crowing loudly in triumph, as Hyunjin rolls his eyes and reaches for the offending card, adding it back to his hand. 

Duty done, Seungmin once again retreats back to his quiet spot beside Chan. 

“Good call.” 

Seungmin glances at him sidelong and offers him a sloped grin. “I like to think of myself as impartial, but sometimes, I just side with Jisung to fuck with Hyunjin.” 

Chan chuckles and glances back to the resumed game. 

“Also a good call.” 

“Christopher.” 

Chan glances up at the call of his name, and Minho appears beside them now, plate held in his hands. It takes a moment for Chan’s brain to register that he’s holding it out for him, watching him sternly and expectantly. 

He takes the offered food from the other alpha and nods his thanks. 

“Thanks, Min.” 

Minho huffs.

“It would’ve tasted better if you were here to eat it hot, but warmed up will have to do.” 

Chan bites back a smile as he lifts his chopsticks, and decides just to thank the other alpha once again, feigned annoyance and all. 

“Thank you, Min.” 

Minho grunts in affirmation beneath his breath and leans up against the counter beside them. 

“God, it smells so much like noona over here that even I can smell it.” 

Jisung appears now-having wandered away from the game-and wrinkles his nose in dramatic distaste as he takes a loud sniff of the air. 

Chan holds out his arm-clad in the soft, thick fabric of the scent culprit-and let’s Jisung take a small whiff. 

“I literally can’t even be in the same room with you right now.” 

Seungmin jostles his elbow into the other beta’s ribs. “I’m gonna make you tell noona to her face when she gets back that you don’t like her scent.” 

“That’s not true!” Jisung squawks, glaring at the other beta now. “It’s just that that hoodie is overpowering currently.” 

“Han Jisung.” Minho says sharply, but he ruffles the beta’s hair affectionately in a direct contrast to his words. “That hoodie is the only way your hyung is going to sleep while (Y/N)’s gone, so let it go.” 

“I like it.” 

Jeongin pops up beneath Chan’s arm now, burying his nose into the fabric of the hoodie and Chan’s chest, and the head alpha chuckles under his breath as the youngest omega nuzzles against him. 

“Me too, Innie.” He tousles the boy’s hair, giving him an affectionate smile. 

“Do you want to sleep in our room tonight, hyung?” Felix asks, watching Jeongin cuddle against the head alpha with a soft, fond smile. 

“Is no one playing the game anymore?” Minho asks with exasperation, as Hyunjin appears at his side, looping his arm around the older alpha’s waist. 

“No. Also.” He looks pointedly at Chan now, who is leaning his cheek against Jeongin’s hair, obviously getting sleepier by the moment. “I think an omega cuddle pile is exactly what you need, hyung. Felix is right.” 

Chan feels so relaxed like this-surrounded by the smell of you, and the warmth of his hoodie, and the safety and comfort of his packmates-and his eyes are growing heavier by the second, his body melting into Jeongin’s hold. 

Who is he to resist the offer of an omega sleepover? 

“Okay. Yeah.” He nods, barely able to keep his eyes open, as Minho takes his empty plate and Changbin shepherds everyone toward the hall. 

“C’mon. We can clean up in the morning. Let’s go to bed.” 

As they all file down the long hallway, Jeongin’s arms still around his waist, Felix at their side, Chan glances over his shoulder to Hyunjin and asks sleepily, “Did (Y/N) put you all up to this?” 

Hyunjin looks dramatically offended. “What? No.” He considers for a moment, tilting his head, and then grins at the head alpha with a shrug. “Okay. Maybe. She just said you have a hard time when the pack isn’t all together, and to make sure you take care of yourself.” 

Chan’s beginning to sense a pattern, but he’s too tired to fight it right now. 

He lets the omegas tug him into their room and push him down on the bed. 

Jeongin immediately curls up against his side, face buried in his chest, and Chan lets himself nose sleepily at the youngest omega’s hair. 

The smell of cinnamon warms his nose. 

Hyunjin waits until Felix has snuggled up against Chan’s other side, arm looped over his waist, nose in the skin of his throat, and then he glances between the trio. 

“Ready?” 

Felix nods and hums sleepily beneath his breath, “Ready.” 

Hyunjin turns out the lamp and the room falls into darkness. 

The bed creaks as Hyunjin crawls over to join them, Chan feels him settle down on the opposite side of Felix, the warmth of his hand finding Chan’s in the darkness, and then Jeongin’s soft voice asks drowsily,  “Hyung, do you want to call noona in the morning?” 

Chan finds himself nodding, his nose brushing the soft locks of Jeongin’s hair. 

“Sure, Innie.” 

The youngest sighs and cuddles up to him once more.

“Okay, good.” 

Hyunjin squeezes his fingers. 

“We’re glad you’re home, hyung.” 

Chan can feel his eyes drifting closed-the cocktail of the omegas’ scents and their warmth-already lulling him to give into his exhaustion. 

“Me too, Jinnie. Me too.” 

*******

“You sound better today, Channie.” 

Chan glances at the phone in surprise, your words echoing over the speaker, catching him off guard. 

“Do I?” 

“Yeah.” You state again, and Chan can almost see you nodding thoughtfully, even though you’re thousands of miles away. “Brighter. More yourself. I’m glad.” 

Chan ruffles Jeongin’s bedhead, and Felix rests his chin on the alpha’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly, affectionately. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I feel better.” 

“I’m glad.” Your tone is warm, genuine, and Chan feels nothing but loved. 

“Noona.” 

Hyunjin appears, sticking his head in from the adjoining bathroom, his voice raised so you can hear him from across the room, through the phone. 

“Yeah, Jinnie.” 

“Weigh in on something.” 

Felix groans, and Jeongin snickers, and Chan has no idea what’s about to happen. 

“...okay?” 

Hyunjin comes into the room now, tube of moisturizer still held in his hand, even as he takes up the phone and begins to pace back and forth purposefully. 

“Would you say that stacking a +2 on a +4  is allowed?” Chan gets it now, and he rolls his eyes as well, even as Felix burrows down beneath the covers, his nose peeking out, watching the Luna, as if worried another fight is about to break out. 

Luckily, it’s still early enough that Jisung is nowhere to be seen. 

“I mean, I guess it depends on what game we’re talking about here?”

Hyunjin stares dead ahead at the wall, as if contemplating murder, and then drops the phone back onto the bed without a second glance. 

“You’re dead to me.” 

You laugh, and the sound makes Chan’s insides all fuzzy with fondness even through the censorship of the phone speaker. 

“Wait, wait, Jinnie-listen-” 

It’s all gonna be okay. 

They’re gonna be okay.

He’s gonna be okay. 

And you’ll all be back together again before he knows it, Nirvana hoodie and all. 

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OMG it’s already January! I’m so very late to this and I have seen so many wonderful lists, but I very much wanted to make my own, so I did. We are so lucky to be spoiled by so many incredible fics – here are some (in no particular order) that grabbed me by the heart and never let go.

💀 draco malfoy’s substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (Draco/Harry, E, 10k)

I HAVE. NO WORDS. In the best possible way. This fic has to be experienced first-hand. E is an insane genius. That’s it, that’s the rec.

🧑🏼‍🍳 Make This Leap by @oflights (Draco/Harry, M, 118k)

Competent Draco and disaster Harry my beloved! This fic is so sweet and lovely and I want to live in it forever.

📩 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, @lastontheboat (Draco/Harry, T, 10k)

I laughed SO much reading this! It went straight into the bookmarks and I visit it every so often when I need a pick-me-up. And I swear I discover some new clever detail every time I do! Delightful, hilarious, perfect.

🐥 Robin’s Flufftober 2022 by @rockingrobin69 (Draco/Harry, M, 17,5k)

October was my favourite month because every day we got a dose of soft soft Robin sweetness - a moment of peace and safety every time her name popped on tumblr dashboard. I protect this collection in my bookmarks like the treasure it is.

❣️ Draco Malfory Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (Draco/Harry, E, 18k)

Draco’s voice in this fic! From the very first sentence (no, from the title!) I knew I was in the right hands. What a treat!

🛁 Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood (Draco/Harry, T, comic)

This fic is an utter delight, creative and clever, adorable and laugh-out-loud funny. This is Draco in his cutest form!

🌞 Look For Me In the Sun by @wolfpants (Draco/Harry, M, 9k)

Obviously a wolfpants fic had to be on this list but which one? *points at the whole catalogue* There is no way to go wrong there, what a year they had! I think I have screamed most about Pages of you (the number of times AO3 tells me I visited that one is embarrassing), Romp and Circumstance, and The Hollow (yes these are links, what of it, no it’s not cheating), so I’m going mention another favourite: Look For Me In The Sun, gorgeously atmospheric, achy, stunningly written.

🦦 Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 77k)

This has got to be THE fic this year for me. It’s fitting, because last year it was Nor All That Glisters, which got me into the drarry fandom properly, so of course it’s Sweet who just casually swoops in with another banger that won’t leave my brain, accompanied by the most incredible Joy art. I think this fic had me already at the tags but I was not ready for everything there is to love about the story - it’s impossible to do it justice in just a few short sentences, but if you haven't read it yet, it should be on your list for sure.

💍 Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (Draco/Harry, E, 50k)

OTP: inevitable. Two timelines, both so exquisitely delivered: eighth-year drarry and grown-up drarry, both times so different and wholesome. This story is everything I love: nuanced, funny, full of pining and history.

🌙 Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (Draco/Harry, M, 15k)

This fic grabbed me and squeezed, and I don’t think I’ve been able to catch my breath since. I’m actually lost for words here because the story makes me feel so much but I haven’t been able to name it yet and maybe that’s okay. It’s the Tacky way of reaching deep down into my feelings and letting me sit with them.

🍋 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 17k)

I think this might be the only time I managed to guess the author when this was still anon (and, well. The genius artist too). Such intimacy and longing, gorgeous food and so many layers to the story.

🌼 He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic (Draco/Harry, Draco/Astoria, T, 5k)

I know that the infidelity tag might put some people off, but this is a stunningly written (devastating) Astoria PoV that absolutely clawed at my heart in the best possible way.

🍎 The Wrong Sort by @vukovich (Draco/Harry, not rated)

This fic makes me want to scream even though Vuk came back with a second part that patched up my broken heart. “I didn’t know how else to keep it” will forever be etched into my eyelids. Thank you, Vuk.

🥂 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (Draco/Harry, E, WIP)

Technically, this counts because Sly started posting in Dec and I’m obsessed! Flirting! Banter! Oblivious Draco! *screams*

#drarry recs #drarry #fic recs #rec list #2022 favorites

[roboticonography]

it's getting really upsetting to see certain corners of the fandom demonize peggy. do you have any thoughts on the matter?

Oh, if only this were a new thing, anon!

I’ve been in the MCU fandom since before there was an MCU to speak of. Shitting on women characters and the actors who play them has been going on forever. People posted about how they hated Pepper Potts, saying she wasn’t a good partner to Tony because she didn’t constantly enable his erratic behaviour, or sacrifice her safety to accommodate his trauma. They posted about how Pepper should have died in Iron Man 2, for the good of Tony’s story, and when Iron Man 3 came out, they said the same thing. It was fucking exhausting.

People also posted about how they hated Natasha Romanoff, how they hated Jane Foster, how they hated Wanda Maximoff, how they hated Sharon Carter. 

And yes, there were Peggy-haters then too. They called her a “karate-kicking fucktoy” and a “vengeful feminazi” and those are the most polite terms I can recall. They complained that she was too powerful, they complained that she was too feminine, they complained that she was pointless without Steve, they complained that she talked about Steve too much. And so on, and so forth, ad infinitum.

Now, to be clear, I am not talking about some of the very valid criticisms people had about the Agent Carter series - its writing, its casting, etc. I am also not talking about the very valid criticisms people have about the larger MCU related to representation, or lack thereof, across multiple fronts. I believe it’s possible to enjoy a piece of media and still have issues with some (or even many) aspects of it, and I enjoy reading posts that grapple with those issues. I’m not even talking about venting about a popular character you can’t stand: that has its place, though I’d argue that the place is probably not in the tag for that character. (I guarantee you, your “unpopular opinion” is never as unpopular as you think.)

I’m talking about misogyny. The same tired, rehashed, played out bullshit woman-hating that has existed in fandoms, so many fandoms, for at least the 25+ years that I’ve been active in them.

And that’s still what’s happening.

Many of the posts I’ve seen that fall under this category are expressing anger that one character or relationship or storyline or interpretation of canon is getting airtime, while another one, one they like better, is not. I’m not going to argue with anyone about that. You like what you like, and you're entitled to be annoyed if you don't get it. But if your argument is sound, you should be able to make your point effectively without calling the character the grossest euphemism for vagina you can find, or speculating on the exact sex acts an actor had to do to keep her character popular.

Other posts I’ve seen are just absolute buckwild conspiracy theory nonsense. The only thing I have to say about that is, yikes. Get well soon.

Tumblr, like other social media platforms, recognizes that they get more engagement if people are forced to play in the same sandbox, which is why it probably feels like you're seeing a disproportionate number of hate posts. And anyone who writes for money on the internet knows that hate clicks are often the juiciest clicks, and so they will write articles and listicles and polls with titles and subjects designed to get your blood up. It’s become increasingly difficult to avoid seeing other people’s ridiculous opinions. But that’s still the strategy that I find best helps me enjoy fandom. 

So if “certain corners” of the fandom are not to your taste, anon, then my advice is this: block, blacklist, and just don’t engage. Don’t feed the trolls. Instead, put that energy into positive interactions. Make art. Comment on things you liked. Find your friends, and have conversations that inspire you and amuse you, instead of ones that make you angry and tired.

Thanks for the ask! Take care.

#robot feels ways about things

[clitorises]

hi! here’s some quick things you should know about me and about this blog:

I use she/her pronouns, but both masculine and feminine titles and terms of endearment are welcome.

I’m a femme lesbian. You’ll see pictures of men on this blog from time to time - I’m imagining a butch in whatever position they’re in.

This blog is adult content focused. Minors will be blocked without exception.

My asks are available to anyone/my dm’s are open to mutuals! Sexy and friendly messages are equally enjoyed.

I don’t tag even common triggers because I’m not confident in my ability to remember 100% of the time, and I don’t want to make promises to protect someone’s mental health and then not keep them. That said, expect knives and blood and things of that nature.

For your viewing pleasure:

have fun! 🖤

Ask box guidelines are under the cut:

Rules and regulations:

1. This is a blog for sex and erotica. Off-topic asks are very likely to be ignored.

2. I’m not your domme, and you will not refer to me as such. However, any titles other than Mommy (that title is reserved) are welcome.

3. Don’t include links to previous asks, I think they’re ugly to look at. Use your words (or your emoji sign off) to make it clear what thread you’re continuing.

4. The boundaries are a little muddled, so I’ll do my best to be clear. I’m not really interested in sexting over anon, but i am interested in using your (yes, your) fantasies as a jumping-off point to write. Don’t try to fuck me, try to inspire me.

5. To that point, I’m not interested in giving any irl orders. Guided masturbation/orgasm denial/etc aren’t gifts I’ll give someone whose identity I don’t know. That said, if you give yourself an edging session or anything of the like while fantasizing about me, you’re welcome to tell me about it.

6. If you plan on being a regular, feel free to choose an emoji sign-off!

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#tags: #c.txt #c.jpg #asked and answered #strange and beautiful companion #the more ardent the more selfish

[tau1tvec]

with regards to the #smallsimblrstaurday shoutout post, the tag is self-explanatory and yet you mentioned some popular ones? I don't get it. and someone's already hurting because of that post of yours just wanted to inform you in case you care

The Small in Small Simblr Saturday was referring to the term Small Business Saturday ( the shopping day that follows Black Friday and precedes Cyber Monday, it’s a play on words ) it wasn’t in regards to how big or small a simblr is, the only requirement was that they offer always free cc, which was the actual point of the event. I only created it so people could send some tips, or love and appreciation to creators that don’t do early access.

The title of my shout out post literally reads “s/o to a few of” ( meaning NOT ALL ), and I put at the bottom that I probably forgot to mention some people, I think I even tagged it with “might add more as I remember”, so if anyone didn’t feel included it wasn’t intentional, and doesn’t mean you’re not valid.

So I’m sorry if anyone felt left out, but also believe it or not, I don’t know everybody here, nor should I, or anybody be expected to esp when a lot of us got a million other things to do that isn’t just simblr ( which reminder I don’t just post sims btw ) but also EVERYONE WAS ALLOWED TO PARTICIPATE. This wasn’t some gatekept event, but somehow only I and like two other people in sims 3 simblr even bothered to post about it? There was a full on list of stuff on the event post that anybody could’ve done, including creators themselves, with and without money to donate, to show their support to their own favorite creators, so where was it? Where were you? Why are we gonna invalidate the support others got, bc you or someone else didn’t get @-ed?

Now you can assume whatever you want of me, I couldn’t care less, seriously, you wouldn’t be the first, but you’re the one who came into my inbox with an attitude, thinking you could start some drama over a clear misunderstanding, and it’s obvious you already made up your mind about me, but I got better things to do than change the mind of someone who isn’t even brave enough to do this off anon.

#message me like a grown up if you wanna have a conversation #and if this is rlly that important to you #asks #anon

[beautifulpersonpeach]

https://twitter.com/RequestBTSRadio/status/1714121533864513936

so they sent his WHOLE ALBUM to radio but can't even sent atleast title tracks of other members? WOAHHHH. or their western collabs ? Not JM's no.1 song ? Not OTS or CLOSER which had even more potential than these western reject songs ? How can you all be completely think this is ok ? You all suddenly throw yours ethics out of window because its your fav member ? Everytime excuse it away when JK is the biggest industry plant rn.. I just wanna say no matter how desperately they want him to be an established pop star it's not gonna happen. He's always gonna be a kpop member who release generic song in English for western validation.

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It's fine if you want to complain. Anyone who thinks other members' songs should be sent to radio is free to say so, tag HYBE, email BigHit, etc. You disagree with how BigHit/HYBE America is promoting the first full English album from a BTS member relative to the other solo debuts. Sure, that's valid.

All that talk about ethics and whatnot sounds insane to me though. There's no use saying it at this point but Anon, you've become completely sucked in, you've picked up the Frankenstein language of the overinvested stan transferring their aggression to Jungkook.

Getting songs sent to radio doesn't make one an 'industry plant', talk less the biggest one, and much less for a guy who could sell out stadiums if he announced a tour today. It would be great to hear Closer or Hectic by RM on radio, same with Amygdala or Polar Night; Future, Alone, and For Us would be great additions too. Heck, Coldplay literally wrote The Astronaut and it sounds like a radio hit so it should've gotten a good push as well. But they didn't and of course it's okay to feel upset and communicate that to the company. But I also love that Jungkook is getting this push, and with a full English album, the first run by HYBE America (by all appearances), I think songs sent to radio is what to expect. Nobody from BTS will likely ever get full Western validation, and Jungkook's back-to-back hits of mid songs certainly aren't helping all that much, but it's true Jungkook is doing well, making more fans and leaving his mark. Just as the other members have done and will continue to do with even stronger impact. None of them are stupid and they are aware of their situations. I trust them to handle their business.

What ticks you off is that you feel you'll have to stream more, buy more, put more effort in than JJKs to get the same results. You're pissed off more for yourself than you are about Jimin. Which is fine. But Jimin is fine too lol. The way y'all talk about that man makes me wonder if you actually know him, or if when we talk about Jimin, we're talking about the same person.

What Jimin wants, he ultimately gets. When he really wants something he makes sure he gets it, in the way that works best for him. I've seen him win, get his way, make his way in moments, weeks, months, and years. His documentary is literally around the corner that will confirm yet again, that this is the sort of person he is. I'm not trying to be clever or make excuses, in my mind this is really what I think. It's fine if you disagree but don't send me asks like this chuck full of your frustration. I really don't relate.

#small psa #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jimin #jikook #jungkook golden #bts chapter 2 #bts solo stans #bts fandom #bts solo careers

[noforkingclue]

Dear writer will u pls do diana prince x reader where they met a few times as wonder woman saving damsel in distress? Diana thinks ur adorable. Bruce thinks its suspicious that u keep crossing path with diana n in need of rescue. Eventually diana seek u out n then become friends. What happen after is up to u. Could be usual cute meet or there is sinister reason or whatever u want. Thanks in advance.

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course you can anon! I hope you like the fic :)

Title: Just a Coincidence?

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Don’t.”

Diana knew what Bruce was going to say even before he opened his mouth. She looked up at him and glared. Bruce ignored it as he sat down opposite her.

“Three times.” He said

“Three times?”

“You save y/n l/n three times in as many months.”

“And?”

“And you don’t find that suspicious.”

“Do you find the amount of time Clark has save Lois suspicious?”

“That’s-“

“What?” Diana stood up, “Different? This conversation is over.”

She walked towards the door but Bruce’s voice made her freeze.

“The first time was in London,” he said, “You saved her from being crushed from under a bus.”

Diana turned around slowly as Bruce continued to talk. He shuffled through the paperwork on his desk and pulled out another sheet.

“And then there’s Paris.” He said

“Paris.”

“Tour boat she was on was sinking. At least, that was the story the newspapers were given.”

“You don’t believe it.”

“Initially I believed it.”

“So what’s changed?”

“Too many coincidences.”

“Coincidences,” Diana shook her head, “Your paranoia is getting the better of you.”

“And then there’s Germany. You saved her yet again.”

“What’s your point?”

“She keeps turning up where you are. And each time she does she’s in danger and needs rescuing.”

Bruce stood up and slowly walked towards Diana. Diana held his gaze but narrowed her eyes at him. She clenched her jaw as Bruce held up his ‘evidence’.

“I’m sure there is more,” he said, “Or there will be.”

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“Like I said,” by now Bruce was directly in front of her, “Wherever you go, she’ll be there. I’m not the only one who has my suspicions on who, or what, she is.”

“And I will not have my friend’s name dragged through the mud.”

It took all of Diana’s willpower not to smile at the look on Bruce’s face.

“Did it ever occur to you that the reason why we were in the same place was because we were together.”

“So,” Bruce said after a tense second, “She knows who you are.”

“I don’t see how that is any concern of yours.”

“And you’re sure you can trust her.”

“I wouldn’t be with her if I didn’t.”

“Hmm.”

Diana sighed and shook her head.

“You might not trust y/n but I do,” she said, “That should be enough for you Bruce.”

“Alright.”

But it wasn’t. Both of them could tell. The underlying tension was still thick in the air and Diana knew that she would have her work cut out changing Bruce’s mind. The others won’t take much persuading but Bruce would take a lot more effort.

“Now I really must be going,” she said, “You’ve made me late enough already.”

“Something nice?” Bruce asked, an awkward attempt to ease the tension

“Dinner,” she said, “With y/n.”

When Diana left the room Bruce sat back down, left alone with his thoughts. He pursed his lips as he looked through all the evidence he had gathered. He didn’t entirely believe Diana, too many coincidences for him to be completely satisfied. So, if y/n wasn’t following Diana that only left one other option.

Diana was the one following you.

#fanfiction #dc #reader insert #request #diana prince #wonder woman #diana prince x reader #wonder woman x reader

[youredreamingofroo]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have a process for making your simblr posts?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

This question was contributed by an anon !

oh brother everyone pull out the popcorn cuz im aboutta yap for a decade and a half

Here's Roos guide to making a youredreamingofroo post

Step 1, Be up at ungodly hours and have a sudden shock of inspiration for a render

Step 2, Write inspiration down for later

Step 3, Completely disregard "for later" and go boot up my laptop at aforementioned hours

Step 4, open up blender and throw in sim DAEs and start posing them

Step 4.5, use pinterest for pose inspo and/or spend 50 years trying to figure out how to do one thing that I wanna do but dont know how to do said thing (every explanation is explained like I should understand every inner machination of blender, which I obv dont understand) (optional)

Step 5, spend the entire time posing thinking of how I'm going to position the cameras and which chunk of dialogue will go where

Step 5.5, realize halfway through that the song I'm listening to actually fits the scene really well and so I end up listening to that song on repeat for however much longer I end up posing (Optional step)

Step 6, Set up the cameras, lighting and background, usually I don't have a scene in mind, so I just do my usual black background and colorful lighting

Step 7, have a crisis because it's 5 AM and I could've sworn it was 1 AM two seconds ago

Step 8, Render the finished products, which usually goes by fast cause I render in eevee but sometimes I do cycles (which takes fucking eons)

Step 8.5, get sick of the song I'm listening to on repeat (if step 5.5 occurred in the process)

Step 9, Throw them suckers into GIMP and edit them, by this point I'm usually tired and I'm not a huge edit-every-detail kinda guy, so editing is pretty easy, that being said, Clone tool+Heal tool are my best friends for renders cuz of hair clipping, general clipping and/or weird shadows, and I tend to edit everything to the very PIXEL (if you could see me edit, I actually do go pixel by pixel often), and then to top it off, sharpen that bad boy <:P

Step 10, Export them and go to tumblr and throw those pictures onto a post (For some reason, making the post save as a draft makes posting images a lot easier...) and wait for them to process (which takes eons cuz of my wifi), then go to patorjk for title coloring, add the title, and add whatever needs to be added under the cut (transcript, inspo, credits, etc)

Step 11, Schedule it for a few minutes later cuz why not (usually an even number like X:10 AM or X:30 AM etc etc lmao)

Step 12, Wait for it to post and schedule 3-4 TZRs (depending on when I post the renders is how I determine when to post a TZR, if I post something at 7, then I schedule TZRs for 12 PM, 6-7 PM and then 12 AM)

Step 13, profit 🤷‍♂️ (and by profit I mean profit in serotonin and pride)

#thank you for the ask squatty 💏💏 #this is wayy too long and was a stupid idea but whatever 😭 it's 7 AM as I'm typing this and wanna get thru most of my inbox cuz- #-I have a lot of asks in there. especially SQOTDs lmao #simblr-question-of-the-day #SQOTD #simblr question of the day #yapping

[buc-eebarnes]

I saw you were taking prompts! If it's alright, "a kiss that quickly descends into passion, ignoring what’s going on around them" with Heist Mark and Heist Y/N?

hello lovely anon! thank you for the rec. i took a bit of a shortcut by making the pairing heist mark and the captain (but the captain is heist y/n!!!), so please forgive me if this isn't quite what you requested. this is set after the events of "where in the world is markiplier?" in iswm 2.

from this prompt list. send me a request and i'll write it!

live wire

pairing: heist mark x the captain (as heist y/n)

tags: angry kissing, angst (!!!), unresolved romantic tension (???), unresolved sexual tension (and it will stay unresolved !!!)

rated T || 2813 words || read on ao3!

“Bonjour. This is the intel for where he’s gonna hit next,” the field agent said, throwing the file onto your desk. It was thick, dauntingly so. You raised an eyebrow up at him.

“Crank. Why is this file so goddamn big?”

He cleared his throat. “Because it also details where else he can hit next.”

“So it’s not a definite location? These are the ones he could possibly hit next?”

Crank shifted in place. “Yes, sir. I mean, ma’am. I mean, Captain.”

You flinched at the title. “‘Special Agent’ is fine.”

“Yes, Special Agent Captain.”

Sighing, you pulled the file over and cracked it open. Ever since the whole fiasco with the agency being infiltrated by public enemy number one, you and your agents had been pulling double shifts over time. You didn’t remember the last time you went home, or the last time you slept on your own bed. The Director had been watching you like a hawk, trying to figure out if you’d get a damn breakthrough at some point.

There was only so much you could do. You were only one person, after all. The portable temporal displacement device hadn’t acted up yet, so you still had some time before you had to leave for a different universe.

“Get me a coffee, Agent Crank. Make it a strong one.”

“Yes, Special Agent Captain. Bonjour.” He hobbled away on crutches, and you shook your head in resignation.

“Now,” you sighed heavily, “where the hell are you, Mark?”

--

As it turned out, he planned on going back to the museum on your last ever heist.

The clues were there. They were always there. There were numbers and letters that had been left at the museums Mark had hit after breaking out of prison. You had recognized the complete sequence as one of your old codes—M2702Y1019 was the designation for the Austin museum you’d infiltrated years ago.

The bullpen had a whiteboard with scribbles of your notes. It was always easier for you to put down your thoughts like that. Mark had often chided you about it—"Why do you have to always write down every step of our plan?" he'd asked, and you'd know he wasn't really mad because you'd hear the fondness in his voice, and you'd replied, "It helps me make sure we get out safely."

After you had written the last number, you placed your hands on your hips and feigned a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Huh,” a gruff voice muttered. “That’s some damn good work.”

You glanced behind you. The Director was studying your notes pensively, a martini glass in hand. It seemed like he thought the harder he stared at it, the more likely Mark was gonna materialize and hand himself over to the organization. You narrowed your eyes. It looked like he was itching to throw another agent around.

“Thanks Chief,” you gathered up the scattered documents. “Do you even know what it means?”

“Not a goddamn clue,” he said cheerily.

You rolled your eyes. “If we can get all units to the location ASAP, we might be able to catch him before he breaks in.”

He chuckled. “Good thing they pulled you out of retirement, Captain.”

“‘Special Agent’ is fine, Chief.”

“I’ll send the agents over, but you should go first to show them up,” he chortled, as if sharing an inside joke.

You gave him an odd look instead, adjusting your holster and shrugging on your jacket. “I don’t see what the merit is in that, but alright. I’ll head out now.”

“Just don’t make it personal!”

“When have I ever?”

The Director leveled you with a look, oddly serious. You stopped in your movements, watching him nervously. “What?”

“I’m well aware of your…history…with this man, Captain,” he said, finishing the last of his martini. “You two used to be partners.” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Do I need to worry about anything?”

There was a bitter smile on your face. “You don’t need to worry about anything, Director. As soon as we catch this asshole, I’m out.”

With a turn of your heel, you left.

--

Getting to Austin in record time was something you’d never thought you’d achieve, but yet here you were, staring up at the building you spent so many lifetimes coming back to. Each iteration of this universe that you were deposited into felt like a whole new fever dream. You’d met so many new people who wanted to either kill you or kiss you—and you’d been told plenty of times that they had a hard time choosing between the two. But what happened to all of them? Professor Beauregard, Captain Magnum, the Hermit, Illinois, Yancy and the rest of the prison gang…

You sighed heavily once again. It felt like a habit now, lamenting the lives of everyone you’ve ever encountered. Was Lady right? Was it all your fault, even though you had no clue what you even did wrong?

Shaking your head, you unholstered your gun and entered through the side door.

The alarms, unsurprisingly, weren’t armed. He was already in the building.

The safety on the gun clicked off.

You fell back on past instincts, slinking around as quietly as possible, taking note of which areas gave off more sound than others. The museum was as quiet as the last time you were here. A couple of night guards were down on the way to the large vault. It didn't pass your mind if they were the same ones from before. You peeked around the corner, footsteps light.

The vault door was wide open, and there he was.

He was wearing the standard outfit you guys had always worn on heists. His beanie was snug on his head, the tactical vest hugging his body. All-black, very nondescript. He used a glass cutter to get through the protective casing over whatever it was he was trying to steal and—holy shit. Just inside the doors, you faltered in your steps.

It was the goddamn box.

It sat on the exact same pedestal, too. Why the hell was it here?

“Error. Paradox detected.”

Your eyes snapped down to the device on your wrist, horrified. What paradox?

A curse rang out in the silent halls, and you whipped your head up to see that Mark had fucked up cutting the glass, triggering the alarms for the the box. The doors swung shut behind you, latticed bars reinforcing them. You were trapped, but so was he.

“Thanks, bud,” Mark said sardonically, giving you an annoyed look. “A lot of planning went into this, and all it took was you breaking my focus.” He ended up smashing the rest of the glass instead. The box glowed a mysterious blue, one that was all-too familiar for you. It was then that you noticed the blue gem inlaid over the ornate gold details.

“Paradox detected. Please resolve.”

Fuck. It was the same one embedded in your palm.

You raised your gun. “Drop it.”

“I don’t think I will.” He wagged the box tauntingly, daring you to grab it.

“You know what that thing does,” you stepped forward. “Do you even remember all of the shit we went through?”

“What I remember,” he sneered, “is you fucking up our plans for the last heist we did. Why would you pick a helicopter as a means of escape when you don’t even know how to fly one?!”

“I feel like you’re putting too much emphasis on my choices.”

He feigned a laugh. “There you go again, always making excuses, never taking responsibility for your actions—”

“Like you were perfect? Don’t go holier-than-thou on me, Mark. Your ego is what put us in this position in the first place.”

Derision lined his features. “Whatever. What-fucking-ever. After this, you won’t remember me or think about me. You’ll probably go home and visit your greaser boyfriend.”

You felt your brain do a record scratch. What?

“What?” you blinked at him in disbelief. The gun dropped a fraction.

“That greaser dude,” Mark said with disdain, packing the stolen artifact deftly. He wasn’t looking at you at all—his brows were furrowed, his shoulders were hunched, and you realized that he was jealous.

“Oh my god. You were jealous of Yancy?”

“Yancy,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “No. I was more upset about the fact that you were so buddy-buddy with him. I got sucker-punched through the goddamn wall and you didn’t care once his pretty ass showed up.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed, “you were jealous. Still fucking jealous.”

Suddenly, he shot up, the bag forgotten on the floor. He crossed the room in big, long strides, aggression coming off him in waves. You didn't even realize your back hit the wall until Mark's glowering face was inches from yours, fists clenched so tightly that they were shaking. Your gun hung uselessly at your side.

“You left me,” he gritted out. “You left me to fend for myself.”

“And I’m sorry I did,” you spat back, “but the alternative was getting stabbed by the convicted murderer. I was trying to find you the whole time. I was trying to find us a viable way out, but you didn’t wanna listen to me.”

In the distance, you heard agents and the SWAT teams yelling at each other over the blaring alarms. They finally made it. You didn’t have much time to apprehend Mark.

He didn’t let up on you, though. “You were the reason we got arrested in the first place!”

“So what?! We had the box! Whatever was in there would have helped us!”

Mark slammed a hand beside your head. He leaned in close, growling. “It wasn’t about the box, pal.”

You met him, nose for nose, and snarled back. “Then what the fuck was it about?”

The kiss nearly took you by surprise.

It was a long time coming, you thought as you kissed him back, gun slipping from your grip. It was messy, with teeth and tongue clacking against one another. It was the way he seized your waist and wrapped strong arms all the way around, the way your hands clenched at the straps of his tactical vest, the way he pressed you against the wall with a thigh between your legs, and the way you would have let him do anything to you in that moment.

“You're—such—an—asshole,” you gasped, Mark latching onto you every time you part.

He sucked your lower lip between his teeth, and you let out a high pitched whine. “You love it anyway.”

You were unable to retort when the guards, just outside the room, bellowed at the top of their lungs.

“Bonjour! You’re under arrest!”

“Bonjour! Hands out where we can see them!”

“Bonjour! Special Agent Captain, are you okay?!”

When you turned your head a fraction, Mark made his way down your jaw, your neck. He traced the skin to find your pulse point, biting down and leaving a trail of hickies in its wake. The resounding moan you let out was embarrassingly loud. With the alarms blaring overhead, you hoped whatever warp core god was listening out there that none of your coworkers heard that.

You had to clear your throat. “I’m—fuck,” you hissed, Mark shoving his hands under your dress shirt and running them up the length of your torso. His grappling gloves left a titillating sensation, and your fingers made their way into his hair, the beanie sliding off with your grip.

“Bonjour, Special Agent?!” Agent Smiles yelled.

“I have it under control!” Mark shifted to kiss your lips again, but this time, it was sweeter. Mouths moving in sync, the fire raging low in your belly had reduced to embers, but the burning coals flared with each kiss. It was tender. Underneath all of the tension wired tight in your muscles, it was tender.

In the space between your mouths, he breathed, “Come with me.”

You sucked on his tongue, then on his lower lip. “I really want to.”

He pulled away—actually pulled away—and held your face in his hands, cradling it gently. “Then let’s go. Right now. This last heist is meant to set us for life.”

“Wait,” you furrowed your brow, “did you plan this so that I would leave with you?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Knew that pretty head of yours wasn’t just for decoration. It worked out, didn’t it?”

You matched his beam, incredulous. You stepped forward, intending to walk away from the whole scene and into the night where your new lives could start, when abruptly, the warp crystal on your wrist started whining.

“Huh?” He lifted your gloved hand to eye level. “What the hell is this?” He squinted at it. “Hey, that looks like the thing on the box.”

It was as if the world came crashing down on you. Your heart sank. You'd forgotten. You couldn't believe you'd forgotten, in the span of two minutes, that there was something at stake here. The crystal started glowing—you should’ve known that leaving with Mark like this was too good to be true.

Still close, he tilted his head in confusion. You blinked up at him apologetically, wondering how to break the news to him.

“What is it?”

You swallowed, waving the hand still in his grip uselessly. “I don’t think I can go with you.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. He used your name—your actual name, something you hadn’t heard in a long time—as a curse. “We’re so close. We are so. Close. To freedom.”

“I know,” you began to blink back tears. This shit always sucked, no matter what universe. “I know.”

“Why can’t you go with me?” he pleaded. “Is it someone else? Is it that Yancy guy?”

It wasn’t quite that. In the grand scheme of things, this Mark is still the same as your Mark. This wanted heist thief is a fraction of your head engineer, living in this universe instead of your original one. You still needed to find him, still needed to stop him from going back in time.

You wished there was a way for you to know if a fragment of you in this universe would remain—if this Mark’s version of you would still be here when the wormhole whisked you away to the next universe. It pained you to leave him—or any variant of him—like this.

Your right palm rested on his face, your thumb swiping over the apple of his cheek. The rasp of his stubble grounded you from the continuous shouts and ringing of the alarms. The wormhole was coming soon.

“Is it?” he pressed.

You shook your head. “No. No, Yancy’s—it’s not that. But I won’t be able to follow you. There’s something I can’t really explain right now, but I—”

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!”

Boom!

The door was blasted off of its hinges. It was due to your quick reflexes as Captain that you were able to throw yourself down onto Mark, shielding him from the brunt of the blast. A white-hot pain seared through your back.

“Mark—” you picked your head up. He was in a daze, but his eyes looked up at you with such clarity. In a final surge of strength, you leaned down and kissed him like you meant it. He followed languidly, and you hated yourself for everything that happened after. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, “but I have to go.”

You had no choice. The device was whining too much for your liking. A wormhole opened up next to you, and it whipped Mark’s hair every which way. He looked gorgeous. In every universe you’ve seen him, he has always looked gorgeous.

A sad smile reached your lips. He was confused, you knew that much, with the way his brows furrowed, hand coming up to cradle your cheek. “I’m sorry.” Your vision was getting blurry, and something wet and hot trailed down your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

A thumb stroked the tears away. “Come back to me,” he rasped.

You didn’t even know if you could. “I’ll try.”

With the last of your strength, you removed his hand from your cheek and hurled yourself into the wormhole. 

When you glanced back, Crank and Smiles had their guns pointed at him, and Mark, still on the floor, smirked, opening the box with gusto.

Another wormhole appeared.

“Warning. Paradox detected.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. Mark disappeared with a flash, and the last thing you heard was the confused babble of the agents.

Maybe, in another universe, you can meet up with that version of Mark. Maybe, in another universe, you’d be able to have an easygoing life filled with heists and incredibly unexpected adventures.

Maybe, in another universe.

But for now, you turned your head away and let yourself get swept by the tides.

buy me a coffee!

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[annah-kitathryne]

Go to hell anon cause I care!

Also I really want to get into Huntress and all her story but the whole comic universe in DC feels very intimidating to me. I've read a couple shorter stories of other characters but was wondering where I should start with her.

Background context on what I know or don't know about her: I don't know anything about her backstory except for vague connections w the batfam and Bruce. The only media I've consumed of her is from Justice League Unlimited (the animation series)

Now that that's out of the way. Where do you think I should start with her comics?

Hello Inkreads!

I was attempting to put together a complete reading guide for you and everyone else, seeing as there are no complete guides for Helena Bertinelli online right now, and the most comprehensive one still has things out of order, messes things up, and doesn't have the Rebirth stuff. This ask inspired me to take that information and try to put the info from the two most complete reading guides together and create something better.

It is taking me longer than I would like, and I didn't want to leave you hanging when it came to getting information on how to read Helena's comics. So I am going to give you a quick run down of some important storylines and comics you should read for the character, and I will also include the links to the incomplete reading lists if that is something more preferable to you, and other ways you can find information on her.

This list and the website I was and am using for my readthrough were given to me by my friend @gretaghostgirl. (Sorry for tagging wanted to given you credit)

So quick note on the picture. You are going to want to read Blunt Trauma before you read No Man's Land.

This is just a list of her main appearances and not her guest staring, and cameos so you might miss some stuff, but this will give you the run down on her story before New 52.

I don't have a list for you on New 52 stuff, or Rebirth, but I can show you the way I keep track of those eras of comics.

League Of Comic Geeks is where I track my comic collection and the comics I have read. It is both an app and website. It will keep track of not just DC but Marvel and other comic companies.

I will be using the app version to show how it can be done. I have purple arrows pointing to things, because purple was the color it was on, but also Huntress themed.

So in the app you have a homepage that looks like this [Here is mine]

Once you click on the search bar your going end up on a page that has this and some more info [I cut down some of the pictures to save space.]

Type in Huntress

Now that you have a search you can look at series, specific issues, and characters. For what we want to do click characters.

Now you are going to have a page with all characters that have used the name Huntress. The Huntress we want for the reading list I gave you is Prime Earth. [But the Helena from Justice Lesgue Unlimited is Earth-12 (DCAU) If that also interests you.] So click Prime Earth Huntress.

You should now be at a page that looks like this. You get some basic information, other personas the character has used, and you can go to Titles, or Timeline. For what we want click Timeline.

You should end up with a list of dates like this. On the right side of the year heading you should see a number. That indicates how many comics/trades/omnis she has been in that year. You can click the number to minimize the year. It can make searching quicker.

I minimized down to 2011 which is right before FlashPoint happened giving us New 52. From here you can scroll. However it doesn't go all the way to Huntress (1989) #1 and some other stuff may be missing because this is only the Huntress version of Helena Bertinelli stuff. IE you won't get most of No Man's Land or her N52 stuff because she uses different names.

To get rid of this problem you can type Helena Bertinelli in the search bar instead of Huntress.

Same steps apply, and you'll get more of her appearances!

Now for links to websites to help you on your reading journey!

1. This website is the huge reading list I am using that is incomplete, and still being ordered around, but is a huge help. [Link]

2. This is the Ao3 link to how to read No Man's Land. No Man's Land is hugely important for multiple characters, and Helena plays a big role in the story, so instead of nitpicking her issues I would recommend reading the whole story if you can. The first chapter is just a rundown of events, but the second chapter is the reading order. [Link]

The Ao3 user who made the rundown and list is @havendance on Tumblr. (Sorry for the tagging, giving credit)

If you have any more questions reach out, and I will help to the best of my ability. And I hope this was helpful in some ways to you.

-Annaki

#dc comics #dc #batfamily #batfam #helena bertinelli #dc huntress #huntress #the huntress #greta tag #long post

[novelcain]

I hope this doesn't come across as rude or dismissive, since I understand your frustration, but I think the nature of the internet and fandom (and stories in general) is that ideas have a tendency to spread outside of where they were originally conceived. That is, "isekai'd to the west" is not, at first glance, a fic title. It looks like a name for a concept that people collectively agreed upon, similar, perhaps, to ship names. My point is, I think it is unlikely for the tag to fully go back to being used as it was originally intended. So it may be better to go forward with a more explicit tag to avoid confusion in the future? I.e., "ittw fic" or "isekai'd to the west fic". Adding "fic" to the tag itself would indicate it is a tag for a specific work, rather than a tag for a concept. I understand if you don't want to go this route, if only on principle, but I thought I'd put it out there as an option. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

....

I understand that you're trying not to be rude or dismissive but that's kinda what it feels like anon. Not to mention condescending.

You're saying I should be okay with everyone using my title as their own because... it sounds like something popular? (I'm honestly not even sure what point you're trying to make there. Like what do you mean it doesn't sound like a fic title, what exactly makes something sound like a fic title?)

And please don't patronize me. I'm well aware of how the internet works. I understand that it may not fully go back to just being used how I intended for it to, but I'm also well within my right to politely ask people to stop using something I made for their own stuff. It's not like I'm going around onto other people's blog to ask them to stop, nor am I encouraging others to do so. I made ONE post on MY blog expressing MY boundary about MY fic title.

I'm not going to change how I tag things to make it "more convenient" or "less confusing" for others who want to use what I made for their own purposes.

And it's not a matter of principle. It's a matter of me politely setting down a boundary and asking others to make their own names for their own isekai jttw content simply because I didn't give anyone permission to use mine and I'm not going to.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Okay now that I'm done being passive aggressive, I understand you might be genuinely trying to help, but please keep in mind that I didn't ask for alternate solutions to this issue, especially solutions that are changes on my end rather than the people using the title of my fic. :)

#/nm... a lil irritated but nm #also to anyone who already apologized (publicly or privately) we all good #anything I say on this matter no longer applies to you guys 😚💜 #tho honestly I'd rather not have to talk about this issue anymore as i dont like how irritated it makes me :) #skittle answers

[desert-fern]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by the very sweet @fayes-fics (who writes some of the best Bridgerton fics I have read). Thank you for the tag on my side blog! 💕💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

Just one. It's a Bucky oneshot and I am trying to collect my shit to post my only series (A Gun Amongst Daggers) on there soon.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? / Tumblr word count?

2,210. Like I said, just a bitty oneshot on AO3

On Tumblr? Approximately 138 800 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now? Just TGM, but I have been known to write some Marvel/Avengers fics

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos/notes?

Because I only have one fic on AO3, I'm just going to do Tumblr notes

AGAD Part 1 (The Seal in the Bar) - 1,344

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - 879

The Walls are Caving In - 833

AGAD Part 2 (Goddamn Pilots) - 693

Roll With the Punches - 616

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to get to every comment that gets sent my way and if I don't reply, I always read them. I love being able to connect with the readers and their kind words mean the world to me!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

With what I currently have out? Probably This Love is Fireproof; it's not really all that angsty but I wrote it as a way to process my feelings around a wildfire burning near my home, so the ending is kind of open. Otherwise my angstiest fic isn't out yet, it's been a WIP for months now 😅

7. What is the fic you wrote with the fluffiest ending?

All of them? Ring Around my Rosie and I Just Need a Hug came to mind immediately, but I'm sure most of my work can fall into this category.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I've had one anon telling me that I was selling out by writing a WWII au (which is just living in plot-landia right now), and I have had a few confrontations with anons in my inbox saying some awful things about a good friend, but most of the time I try to keep it chill. If someone has an issue, DMing me is the best course of action because I want to handle things like an adult.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

If you know me, you know that the answer is no. I much prefer fluffy to smutty, but I have written it once or twice as a part of AGAD. I'm still practicing lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't ventured in that direction just yet. Maybe in the future, but they aren't really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once. I had a copycat rip off A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, to the point where the title was a bunch of synonyms for mine. Some of it was changed, but yeah. It was taken down, thankfully, but I'm always wary of it now.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. Never. I'm not all that well known in my fandoms for writing, so I haven't ever been approached with an offer like that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not in so many words. I am working with @footprintsinthesxnd on my WWII AU right now, she's been so generous as to offer her help with research, but I don't think I can call that co-writing, unfortunately.

I'd be interested in attempting one, if an opportunity ever presented itself.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I have too many! But probably Stucky, those two got me through some tough times lol

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

Umm... this one I have where Jake gets his callsign of Hangman. It's also my angsty ending one and I think I need to go back to the drawing board on it. It's as of right now, started but unfinished, but I think that I can maybe slam it out. Just depends on the timing of everything.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Not a clue. I'm leaning towards really well-rounded and developed characters but I think I should leave that up to my readers.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Umm... smut. Which makes sense to me as I literally have nothing to draw from other than what I read and maybe scene descriptions. I feel I describe the scenes the same way and use the same words over and over, but maybe that's just me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't actually found a way that I feel does the language justice. I would totally add some French into a fic if I felt it was needed (its the only other language that I am fluent in, so that's why). Other times, I'm relying on Google Translate so I will usually just stick to English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson back when I was 13. I wrote a few things over on Fanfiction.net and read shit that I should not have lol

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all, but it has to be A Gun Amongst Daggers without a doubt. I poured 10 months of work into this fic and the characters will forever be a part of me. It is also the first series that I have ever finished, so I have so much love for this work of mine.

No Pressure tags: @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @blue-aconite @horseshoegirl @teacupsandtopgun @dakotakazansky @footprintsinthesxnd @chvoswxtch @madwomansapologist @entishramblings @auroralightsthesky and anyone else who sat through this whole long ass thing!

#fern rambles #tagging the houseplant #fic writer questions