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tartsinarat · 1 month

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Pip: “…I know you will never think so, but I have always hoped that in another life, you had ran away with me that night.”

Hunter: “…”

Pip: “We could have actually been finally free from this gilded birdcage.”

So I’ve never actually posted anything deeper into how Hunter and Pip think about each other/ their dynamic other than silly sibling dynamic but it’s actually a lot more interesting than that.

Pip and Hunter actually have a complicated relationship that somewhat is like funhouse mirror on what Philip and Caleb may have been like as they both flip flop between the two roles but ironically Hunter predominantly takes Philip’s role while Pip takes Caleb’s. Which uh caused a lot of disagreements.

In the au canon, they see themselves as actually being siblings rather than cousins because the fake story that Belos made is a lot different from the og canon of the show.

So rather than being Belos��s nephews like how Hunter is in the show, instead they are his actual children that he had with a human when he supposedly visited the human realm. This is what Hunter believes is the reason why he has no magic but pointed ears and why Pip thinks he has magic but round ears.

The story that Belos created in order to explain why their mum mysteriously missing is that a group of wild witches killed her and the rest of their family. It’s also the fake explanation for how both Pip and Belos got cursed.

This also adds credence to why Belos hates wild witches to the public and why the day of unity is so important because they’ve all been told it’s going to properly unite the human realm and the demon realm.

I also find it much more interesting that instead of Hunter just knowing that his “family” died in a mysterious way like in the show canon that instead Belos actually created an extremely detailed false family history so those two wouldn’t go snooping around searching for any missing details

it makes it even more fucked up when these two later learn that everything was a lie because to further solidify the illusion Belos even implanted false memories so uh these definitely two struggle with the consequences of figuring that out.

But yeah properly onto Pip and Hunter, both of them were basically inseparable as little kids but ended up drifting apart because Hunter had started working as the Golden guard and Pip was too young to help out (and also Belos didn’t want to have to go through the long and tedious process of cloning himself again) so Pip was often left behind bored and alone.

This boredom has consequences because when exploring the castle Pip found out about something he really shouldn’t have…He inadvertently ended meeting the collector who was also really bored and wanted to play with someone who’s not old and boring like Belos. Uh safe to say Pip straight up almost died when Belos walked in on him and the collector chatting about titans.

Hunter also ended up eventually getting involved to try and protect Pip but ended up getting that wound across his cheek. They obviously both survived but they were both punished by not being allowed to use healing magic on their wounds and to be locked in their rooms for the foreseeable future.

Pip sneaks out and attempts to convince Hunter to escape the castle and run away because it’s not the first time they’ve been almost killed for a mistake but Hunter believes that they had both deserved it for disobeying authority and refuses to come with Pip.

Pip just ends up escaping by sneaking on to an airship but almost gets caught by Belos but just escapes in the nick of time with just a scratch across his thigh. Luckily the airship was being piloted Lilith who had no idea that there was a stowaway onboard as she was too busy planing on how to finally convince Eda to join the emperor’s coven.

Oh yeah Eda straight up slams the door in Lilith’s face and tells Hooty to eat any intruders, Pip sneaks out of the airship as it’s about to leave and while trying to get a grasp of his surroundings, Hooty sees him and its on sight. Eda saves him and ends up with a new roommate along side King and Hooty and patches him up because she felt bad for the little guy.

I’ll talk about Hunter and Pip’s familial relationship in the modern times in another post as this one got really long TwT

But yeah that’s the origin to this post of small Pip and why him and Hunter have bad blood until they met again like 7 years later.

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dmercer91 · 9 months

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it doesn’t click why she’s being nice for luca until he goes with her on one day and he realizes which dorm he’s in

it’s her own way of coping without adam, because he’ll if she’d admit to missing him.

and then when luca finds her in there he’s like “…wanna call mo?”

i love!!!! black cat! readers love for adam

so much

like so much

luca heard nick and josh talking one day and they invited another player to their dorm, mentioning the room number and he was like OH? this explains things

same place, new people | opposites attract au, lf63

last year, you’d go to adam and lucas dorm every day after class. you’d snuggle into lucas bed and wait for him to come home for a movie, or you’d draw.

now that luca was living with you in your apartment, you had a new routine this year- every day after class you’d coop up in nick and josh’s dorm, sat in nicks corner of the room and you’d work on some personal drawings or something that needed done for class.

today was no different. the boys usually took longer to get here than you did, since they took their time walking, while you always had an unearthly pace.

so, you got there first and made yourself comfortable before the chaos started.

sat near the heater between the wall and nicks bed, your back against the wall and your legs cried crossed as leverage for your book.

you flipped the hood of lucas sweater over your head and pulled out your sketch book, flipping to your most recent drawing of cudo- the cat from the convenience store you worked at.

you’d needed to add some finishing touches, and you knew you’d be able to get it done while the boys screamed at nhl 23.

the door cracked open and you stayed concentrated on your paper, but furrowed your eyebrows when you saw lucas shoes in your peripherals.

your head shot up, nick and josh already getting out the game for the three of them to play.

“hi, pretty. s’ that cudo?” luca sat next to you, looking down at you.

you looked away from him, at your paper, tapping the back of your pencil on your book anxiously. you nodded, trying to read wether or not luca knew where he was and why you’d been here.

“i’m trying to make his fluffies… fluffy,” you murmured, going back to your drawing and hoping he’d go to the boys and grab a controller.

“looks good, pretty. d’ you wanna call ads later and show him?” you looked over at him, panic clearly set in your eyes

you closed your book and slid it off your lap, out of the way.

he smiled softly, kissing your temple. “um. if you want,” you said, clearing your throat subtly.

“he misses you, you know?” your lips parted slightly and you picked at your fingers, shrugging.

“really?” luca smiled, nodding. he pulled you closer to him, nearly sprawling you in his lap, and you hugged him tight, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his squeezed your waist.

“yeah. we’ll call him later, okay? finish up fluffing your fluffies. know you concentrate better here,” you grinned and gave him a small peck on the lips, earning a fake gag from nick.

“dude that’s like my sister. hands off,” he glared, grinning immediately after the look served its comedic effect

“she was my girlfriend before she was your sister, moldy. get an eye mask or something,” luca joked, getting up and grabbing a controller

#opposites attract au !#e’s 500 celly!#e’s blurbs!#luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #umich hockey

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hlficlibrary · 10 months

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✤ Coming Out Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint (E, 158k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

2️⃣ led by your beating heart by @missandrogyny (E, 33k)

Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?"

Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out.

"Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any help right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.

"Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?"

Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou.

But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something.

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

3️⃣ California Sold by @isthatyoularry (M, 123k)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

4️⃣ Shake Me Down by @agreatperhaps12 (NR, 208k)

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

5️⃣ Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart (M, 291k)

“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can't go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night's eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”

Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence (NR, 62k)

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

💎 That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (T, 50k)

Harry’s never noticed how lovely Louis really is. Maybe it’s just that she’s usually so guarded – a little tense, a little irritated, a little put out. At least when she’s at school, and also usually when she’s around Nick, which are the only times Harry has really seen her. Until tonight. Tonight Harry’s seen her with her guard completely down. Too busy laughing and enjoying herself to remember to be prickly, maybe. She seems different.

It feels different.

A Ferris Bueller's Day Off AU that picks up right where the movie leaves off, and imagines what might happen if Ferris' girlfriend and sister become friends. And maybe something more, too.

💎 some evening in springtime by delsicle / @eeveedel (M, 20k)

Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

💎 still feel the same around you by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (E, 13k)

Twenty-five years is a long time to fall in love with someone, to learn all the ways a person can fit into one's heart. It’s also an awful long time to lie to one of the most important people in your life.

The Act My Age Girl Direction AU.

💎 Glass Heart by @musketrois (G, 7k)

“26-year-old West Ham footballer Louis Tomlinson was seen getting acquainted with 24-year-old pop sensation Harry Styles and others. Although it is not unordinary for these two professions to be social, we can’t wait to see what this budding relationship will bring to London’s social scene.”

-Celebrity Blurb 25 March, 2017

#hljournal #hltracks #hlcreators #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #trackinghome #hlsource #musektrois #momentofclarity #delsicle #yeahalright #lululawrence #agreatperhaps12 #isthatyoularry #infinitelymint #missandrogyny #thissentimentalheart #comingout #ficrec

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navstuffs · 2 years

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Evacuation Drill

Pairing: Firefighter! Steve Rogers x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: cursing, shy steve, AU, no use of Y/N

Summary: You never understood the thrill of firefighters anyway. What was so sexy about a man in a uniform?

Authors notes: im back on writing (sorta??). i had a couple of rough months, but i decided to take baby steps on writing again. i have had this fanfic in my head for a few days based on a tiktok by @cullenriley. i have plans for a second part of this, but idk when it will come out. gif credits to the owner.

Part 2

You never understood the thrill of firefighters. What was so sexy about a man in uniform? You liked men, thank you very much, but never understood your friend's craziness for a firefighter. They were real-life heroes, risking their lives every day to save people they have never met before. To find them attractive in such a life and death situation? What was so attractive in a human being going inside a building on fire? You just couldn't see them like that.

Until your almost-best-friend Sam Wilson called you, asking for help in a firefight exercise.

-x-

Sam was friends with you since High School and his decision to become a firefighter did worry you a lot. Sam tried to ease your worries, arguing that it was something he always wanted to do. He sent you pictures always showing his survival but that didn't help. One day, he decided to call you asking if you wanted to be a volunteer in an exercise in the corp.

"Don't worry, it will be fine. We won't put anyone in actual danger. It will be done supervised by our Lieutenants."

"Sam, I don't know..."

"It is on a Friday and by volunteering, you can slip away from work. Come on, I’m sure with your new important job you need a night off anyway."

You huffed, rolling your eyes. Sam was right. Being on Friday would give a three-day weekend. Didn't sound that bad.

"Fine. I will be there."

"Awesome! Be here at 9 am, I will text you the place. I’m sure you will have lots of fun!"

Oh, you bet you would.

-x-

So there you were at exactly 9 am. You entered the Testing Site and it seemed as a place specifically made for planned disaster. There were trainwrecks, buildings partially destroyed, and more fake disasters. What in the hell did you set yourself into? Entering the main building, you were received by a beautiful red-haired woman with a more casual firefighter uniform.

"Morning, I came to volunteer...Natasha." You greeted her, reading her name, receiving a huge smile.

"Good Morning. What is your name?" Natasha wrote your name on a paper, writing something else down putting the cord around your neck.

It read "Cut bleeding profusely in the forehead, broken leg." Natasha also handed you a huge jacket tainted of what seemed dried blood. You looked at her intrigued.

"It is for realism. Not real blood and won't damage your clothes, I promise."

You put the jacket around, thanking her and joining the rest of the volunteers, all with the same bloody clothes. Everyone seemed to be reading each other's papers. You let your eyes wander around, seeing someone missing a leg, missing a hand, someone with a bad concussion, and someone who was hit by a wall and had no apparent pulse. Well, this was going great.

"Morning, volunteers. Good morning!" There was a man with an eye patch walking into the room, followed closed by Natasha and another pretty lady.

"We want to appreciate you coming out here today! I am Captain Nick Fury and this exercise will represent a building that is about to collapse after an explosion on the upper floors. You will be completely safe during the whole exercise, but there might be some fog. I will be the instructor with Lt. Maria Hill and Lt. Natasha Romanoff. They will take you into different groups and positioning you in strategic places. Again, you don't have to worry about your safety, you will be safe at all times. There are panic buttons in each room that will warn us we need help. Anyone has any questions? No? Now, if you follow Hill and Romanoff."

You followed the Lieutenant through another door, going to an open space that had a tall building, probably three floors. It looked destroyed like all the others. Maria and Natasha separated their teams and you followed Natasha to the last floor, being the last person she positioned in the last room. The room you were in looked like a living room, partially destroyed and you laid down behind a destroyed bookshelf, hiding from the entrance as Natasha showed you where the panic button was and asked if you had any questions.

"Can I nap?"

"Well, you can try. " She laughed "There will be a lot of loud noises all over. Also remember, if anything, press the panic button. But you are safe, okay?”

"If Sam doesn't come to get me I will kill him." You replied, getting more comfortable.

"Sam? As in Sam Wilson? He put you into this?"

"Yeah. Anything for a friend, you know?"

"I see. It will be done before you know it. Relax and enjoy the show."

You laughed as the door clicked shut. Relaxing a little bit, you were upset they didn’t let you bring a book or your phone. Believing or not, this was better than having a crazy day at work. Your boss probably had to deal with your co-workers all alone and everything a mess while you were relaxing behind a bookshelf...

-x-

Safe to say you did nap. A little. You were very tired from a stressful week of work and felt completely safe during the whole test, except for that annoying fog that represented a fire. There was no noise for a while so you dozed off peacefully until a loud bang in a nearby room, woke you up. It seemed to be coming from the room to your side, as you heard other loud voices speaking.

"There is that other room as well. Who is gonna check that?" a loud commanding voice that sounded like Natasha’s roared.

"On it."

When you finally realized heavy footsteps were coming in your direction, you decided to close your eyes. Wait, is that it said in your paper? Did you have to be unconscious?

There was some rustling with the door and when it opened you decided to keep your eyes open. You had a cut in your forehead and a broken leg. No reason to be passed out right?

"Anyone here?" A masculine voice shouted.

Should you answer? Of course, you weren't unconscious for fuck's sake.

"Here." Your voice came out weak against the whole noise in the room to the side. He probably wouldn't hear you, leaving you there to press the Panic button when it was all over and Sam laugh at your face. Typical awkward you.

The tallest man you have ever seen came to your left and you forgot to breathe for a few seconds. He walked towards you, full firefighter uniform, mask, a confident stride even though everything around you seemed pure chaos.

"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. I am here to help you." Steve Rogers's voice came out calm as he kneeled near you. Even in that mess, you could see his attentive blue eyes scanning your body, bringing a chill down your spine. You found no voice to answer as he checked your "bloody" forehead.

"Does anywhere hurt?" He tried again, his eyes focused on you.

"My leg, I think it is broken."

Steve touched your leg and you winced on instinct. His mind seemed racing as he looked out to the door, knowing he didn't have enough time to take you out of there before the building collapsed. Bucky and Sam were working on a mom and two kids in the room to your side and he couldn't leave you there.

"Here, let me help you sit down." Steve helped you sit in an upright position. His eyes scanned the door again as he heard Natasha's voice warn that there were less than five minutes now as the whole floor seemed to be emptying. Okay, he had to do this.

"You are alright there, Steve?" He heard Bucky's voice sound from outside.

"Yeah. Everyone out?"

"Yes! You with someone in there? Need some help?"

Steve put his arms around your body, lifting you as if you were light as a feather in the most gentle way as possible, due to your broken leg probably, and walking towards the door to what you assumed was his colleague.

"I got it. Let's get out of here."

Bucky went in front and you saw what you thought was Natasha as you passed the now empty corridor. Steve was trying to be kind to you as he went down the building faster than you did although he was heavier than you, carrying you and all his oxygen tank. That was so impressive. Those men and women were so powerful and so fearless. You hid your face against his shoulder, your arm holding tightly around his neck as you felt your insides burning. That was so exciting and sexy at the same time. You were going to kill Sam Wilson.

"You holding up for me?" Steve’s voice sounded soft against your ear and you couldn't help but chill.

"Yeap." You replied low, closing your eyes and praying to this be over already.

"Almost over. You will be safe soon enough. Keep your eyes closed."

When you were finally out of the building, the sun hitting on your face, you made a motion to get down of his arms, but he held you more tightly.

"You have a broken leg. Let me put you in a stretcher, okay?"

You nodded as he gently laid you on a stretcher. There were some other volunteers around and you licked your lips, wanting to thank him.

"There will be people taking care of you now, you will be alright." Steve squeezed your hand lightly as he left you to join the other firefighters. Your stomach danced as you watched him walk away, your eyes wandering on his ass more than they should.

"Everyone good? Everyone?" Natasha was passing around the volunteers, checking on them. She put her hand on your shoulder and you were startled, staring at her.

"You okay? Was everything okay?"

"Yeah? Yeah, I guess I was saved?"

Natasha smiled as she pointed to the big room you were in the beginning.

"There are some sandwiches and some snacks on that room for volunteers. If you want to wait a little bit, I am sure you can talk to Wilson.”

-x-

You waited for a while. Most of the volunteers had left when they were done with their food, probably wanting to enjoy their Friday off. You sit in a chair, looking at your phone: 11:39 am. The door opened and a loud group came out, mostly men, going directly to the table. You looked for Sam, finally finding him giving a huge bite at a sandwich. You walked towards him, ignoring most of the looks for still wearing the bloody jacket.

"Sam!"

"Oh my God, you came! You indeed came!" Sam exclaimed, surprised, leaving the sandwich on a plate and hugging you, tightly. All your anger simply melted away. Sam read your paper and laughed.

"How was it? You good?"

"Yeah. I was carried and saved but besides all of that, I am fine."

Sam coughed a laugh, hugging you again.

"Who I owe the thanks to saving my best friend?"

Before you could answer, an attractive black-haired man passed his arm over Sam's shoulder. Behind him, a blond tall man with a shirt that was clearly smaller than he should be wearing followed, looking everywhere but at you.

"Please, don't tell me you have been hiding a lover this whole time, Sam. From me? I thought we had something special!"

"Awwn, sorry to break your heart, Bucky. Not that interests you, but this is my best friend actually."

Bucky put his head over his heart, pretending to be relieved. You laughed, getting an alarmed looked from Sam. Probably to not encourage Bucky.

"James Barnes, at your service, but everyone calls me Bucky. Sam's best friend in this place, together with my friend Steve here."

Steve?

STEVE?

You looked at the blond guy Bucky was pointing and all embarrassment from before came back. You didn't even recognize yourself from before, sounding like you even got affected by him with that uniform, that calm but firm attitude. You would have done everything Steve told you but now? You weren't affected, at all.

"Oh." You simply replied, Steve's face going red as a tomato. That isn't what you were expecting from a man like that at all. "I should have thanked you before, Steve."

Sam and Bucky's eyes went directly to Steve. You could see a half malicious smirk on Bucky's lips.

"Oh, it was you from before? The one he carried away?"

"Bucky..." Steve warned. Sam's eyebrow went up in your direction.

"I was just in the last one and he helped me. I had a broken leg, you know?" You tried to explain to Sam that hid a smile with his mouth "Again, thank you, Steve."

Steve smiled, his face still red as a tomato. You turned to Sam, ready to leave but he shook his head.

"Come on, you gotta stay with us to celebrate. First time I have you after I don't know how many years and you will just leave me like that?"

"Yes, it is Friday. I am going home, showering, resting my feet up, and sleeping until tomorrow morning."

"You do something big?" asked Bucky, biting a sandwich.

"You know the big new marketing building that opened downtown? I am kind assistant in there to a director." You answered "I am really sorry Sam, but this is my first three-day weekend in forever. Maybe a Sunday lunch?"

"I will hold you on that."

You hugged Sam and held your hand out to Bucky. When you turned to Steve, his blue eyes focused in your expression as before, when he saved you. You held your hand out, thanking him, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Again, it was nothing. I would do it again if it is needed.”

You ignored Bucky’s laugh behind you and contained a smirk on Steve’s red face when he realized what he said. This tall and muscular man was nervous because of you? No, your senses were lying to you. You were nothing special really. Average but okay enough. It was probably your eyes deceiving it.

“I will hold into it, Steve.”

-x-

"Steve seems interested in you."

You only saw Sam’s text when you were home, shower taken, a comfortable and warm bathrobe, wine, snacks, and streaming ready. Sam had always been a little bit of a prankster and you bet that Bucky Barnes was involved in it too. It seemed just like that guy's personality anyway.

“No, I think he is seriously interested in you. What do you want me to say?"

The other text was a selfie. Sam's face was in front, with Bucky and Natasha their arms around Steve. How could a man look so attractive like that? It was unfair. You shook your head.

"He isn't, Sam. He prob dates Natasha or something."

No answer for a few minutes until your phone vibrated again.

"Nat? Nah, not happening. They are like brother and sister. Now, isn't Steve a little attractive? Just a lil? Especially in the uniform?"

You rolled your eyes, clicking on the selfie he sent you before, focusing on Steve's face. Of course, he was attractive. You debated if you should answer or not, biting your lips as you sent a final message.

-x-

"What did they say, Sam? Come on, we are all dying to know here. Steve more than anyone else!"

"Barnes, can you behave like a normal adult?" Natasha mocked, her arms crossed.

"Like I would be sharing with any of you. This is my best friend and Steve we are talking about here and I will show it to him only!."

"Like he won't tell us, right Nat?"

Sam shook his head, giving it up. He showed his phone and three heads got together to read it.

"Yes. Especially in the uniform."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america fanfic #steve rogers fanfics #captain american fanfics #steve rogers x female reader #marvel fanfics #marvel fanfic #my first steve fanfic #not my last *evil laugh*

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tantei-armin · 1 year

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ACTORS AU!

So while driving to and from work today, my mind kept going and makingnup small scenes on the actors au, where all the characters are actors in the show, and they were on those fun group interviews we see in events, like the ones with the avegers cast and all that.

I cant write for shit, but here are a few things that came to my mind:

When asked who have more in common with their character, they all pointed to Vash. He is basically the same, just less sad and traumatized lol;

When asked who is the least similar to their character, Nai raised his hand. Dude's absolutely sweet and his entire wardrobe is composed of pastel colors. But he also really enjoys playing Knives;

Nick hates cigarettes, so he uses the fake herbal ones for shooting. He particularly likes the jasmine ones;

Meryl is girlboss, she's very mature and gorgeous and says shes having a lot fun with the show;

Roberto is super fun to be around and sometimes help the kids that plays kid Vash and Nai to play pranks on the other actors;

Nick is the one that messes his lines the most but is good at improv;

Meryl never messed a single line, but she did suggest some should be changed;

Vash's jacket tend to get stuck everywhere and they have to reshoot;

Meryl is not actually scared of bugs, she have a pet tarantula named Poppy;

Nick accidentally hit the Punisher on every single actor he had a scene with;

Nai can actually play the piano, he even won contests when he was a kid;

Legato went all for it and let them dye his hair blue;

The blonde part of Vash's hair is dyed, the brown part is his natural hair, but he liked the style so much he decided to keep it;

Vash is not allowed to drink coffee. There was an incident. They don't talk about it;

Nick have a sweet tooth;

Roberto came in once with a homemade lasagna he made, and people actually fought for the last piece;

When it comes to alcohol, Meryl almost never gets drunk evennif she drinks more than everyone else, Legato is the weakest against it, Nai just falls asleep, Nick either ends up striping or crying, Roberto usually just starts laughting histerically, and Vash becomes very VERY clingy

Feel free to add more, I just have a lot of fun with this

#trigun stampede #trigun #actors au

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 4 months

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Ghost hunters AU (saiouma)

First shared in The Saiouma Pit discord server, parts said by others start with their name. I jumped on that one a little late, but fully took over (just in the nick of time to save it from Hina angsting it)

Beez: human with a ghost roommate but throw in a ghost hunter neighbor for flavor [the starting prompt]

Beez: oh yeah to clarify saiou r not the roommates, they're the human/hunter

Hina: Is the ghost hunter good at their job or pathetic

Dra: Pathetic pathetic pathetic/hj

Beez: shuichi ghost hunter it is then

Beez: i just think. new neighbor shuichi moving in and kokichi helping him out bc friendly neighborly thing to do and he notices all this weird equipment so he asks hey whats this for and shuichi just drops the "oh im a ghost hunter" and kokichi just chokes on nothing

Dra: Ok now the question is who is the ghost and how it is probably Rantaro/hj

Beez: taro or miu would be fun

Hina: Okay what if Ghost Gang DICE

Hina: Can all humans see ghosts or is Kokichi just quirky

Dra: Quirky

Beez: shuichi has to hunt them if he could see them his job would be so much easier

Hina: Kokichi when he hears Shuichi is a ghost hunter and thinks he can see them So he tries to hide this huge ghost gang Only for bro to pull out a ghostinator 3000 And Kokichi realizes he's putting in too much effort

Beez: they [ghost DICE] were inhabiting the building and said we like this guy specifically i think it would be funny if shuichi was just like. not necessarily a threat per se but "ghost hunter" did not sound pleasant to kokichi so he automatically assumed the worst and tries to hide dice from him he tries to keep him away from the building by going like oh since ur new why dont i show you all the sights and fun places

(finally me) so basically Shuichi is a boogara "I want to believe" and Kokichi is a real medium?

Kokichi becomes his teammate specifically to make sure Shuichi doesn't discover ghosts

Hina: Okay but this and he starts trying to fuck up Shuichi's equipment

they start to visit other places in the area and Kokichi just warns the ghosts not to show signs to Shuichi and then makes sure it sounds like he's lying when he says he did see things himself (Shane behavior bc the mention of the equipment immediately connected the au in my mind to them)

doesn't have to fuck it up, it's all just those radio waves & temperature reacting trinkets

Hina: Does Kokichi try and talk them down?

the ghosts? usually he doesn't have to, his friends know how to stay hidden, but when stranger ghosts notice he's a medium that's a problem, so he exaggerates things to make it seem for both Shuichi and the ghost that he only accidentally got a few replies in to make it sound like he was holding a conversation with a ghost and starts spewing bullshit, telling the ghost to kill them (again projecting Shane behavior) doesn't want to get roped into helping out a troubled soul or give Shuichi proof he wouldn't mind helping if it was doable but a lot of the time it isn't and ghosts just get angry & it's just a dangerous business as a whole

Oh! what if, what if the only reason they became a team is that Kokichi made a bet with him, "Show me that this works, prove that there are ghosts out there and I'll let you do that ridiculous investigation in my apartment, I don't want a fake ghost hunt taking up space in my living room"

literally just picture Kokichi in his place except the joke is that he knows the ghosts are there and just don't have the power to do that shit

also oftentimes the scary places Shuichi picks out have no ghosts so he can go all out on this act, meanwhile normal places they go to eat at, or grocery stores always have some wandering, but Shuichi doesn't expect them there so he can in turn ignore them

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma #writing prompt #made by me

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gallavich-headcanon · 1 year

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So.... I see you and nosho's angsty guitar player au.

I raise you my own celebrity au

Frank and Monica were part of this famous 80s band with Tommy and Kermit, their kids are like Hollywood royalty. Fiona is an actress who kinda had a child star crash and burn a while back, but she's recovering and reclaiming her independence. Lip acts, Carl is like Justin Bieber everyone thinks he's hot. Debbie sings, and Liam is kinda staying out of the limelight for now.

Ian models, mostly, with a bit of acting here and there. Lip introduced him to Mickey, because Lip met him at an interview once and there's some mutual respect there.

Mickey Colin and Iggy have a band called Viches, they do punkrock and metal, but in their later years they transition into something a little more upbeat. Their most famous song is black parade (apologies Mr Gerard way I'm borrowing it I promise I'll give it back) and they sing it at the end of every show. One of their albums is titled "Burn it Down", the cover pic is mickey edited onto a burning sofa in black and white. It's angry and pissed off at the world. The album immediately after that is titled neotheater, and it's a darker look at the trauma and how it's still affectinh them

Ian and Mickey date in secret for years, Mickey officially comes out in a music video for a song on Neotheater (the song is Get Up by Shinedown, because I fucking love that song.) The coming out song is a remix of an older piano song Mickey made.

Colin plays drums, Mickey plays bass and piano, and Iggy plays electric and hits the high notes. Mickey writes their lyrics, mostly!

Mandy has a reputation for being a slut and making filthy club music, but she wants to actually be known for her singing.

Tami raps. No one believes it when they look at her, but she makes some of the sickest female rap songs and pays so much respect to those who came before her. Her and Mandy are friends, and once Lip and Mandy call off their on again off again thing Mandy is very happy for them despite what the paps think

The internet finds out about Terry after burn it down is announced but not out yet, they accuse the band and Mandy of being Nazis and shit, so they put out a cover of tomorrow belongs to me from cabaret? It's not their usual fare, but they put it out anyway, all wearing makeup that makes them look bruised and clearly pissed off. It's controversial and powerful and I love them.

Oh, and Mickey and Iggy will full on stop shows if they see fighting in their mosh pits. You don't come to a Viches show and ignore pit ettiquite.

Hey ALICIA 💗 how are you doing? Sorry it took me a while, I have be fortunate enough to have many AUs coming my way lately and I had to give this my full attention.

Frank and Monica were part of this famous 80s band with Tommy and Kermit, their kids are like Hollywood royalty. -> Oh my god what an amazing start! I never saw this coming lol

Mickey, Colin and Iggy have a band called Viches -> I am screaminggg. this is incredible. Colin plays drums, Mickey plays bass and piano, and Iggy plays electric and hits the high notes. Mickey writes their lyrics, mostly! -> I love it! Mickey has such base player vibes. Wait who is the singer? Is Mandy a part of it all? Okay, I read further now, Mandy has her own thing (I write my response as I read lol) So you're saying Mickey is the lead singer, right? I can kinds see more writing the songs / lyrics and letting someone else sing, but this is just my headcanon. I don't see him as the front man, I like him as the Nick Jonas, if you will.

Welcome To The Black Parade is such a perfect fit.

Ian and Mickey date in secret for years -> I didn't know if we were going fake relations or secret relationship, but I like it! We don't see enough of those! (Maybe because it's literally canon but still, it's an awesome trope!) Do they both want it to be in secret? Is Ian out before Mickey comes out?

I have to admit I didn't know Get Up until now. It's definitely less angsty, which makes sense since Mickey has processed a lot of his trauma and being with Ian made him write lighter songs in a way.

Tami raps. -> HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Alicia your brain is incredible. I can feel the Iggy azalea vibes.

Tomorrow belongs to me... interesting choice... The composer, John Kander, was Jewish and openly gay. But the song has been adopted quite a bit by extremist organizations, racist bands, and neo-Nazi politicians . Like this song has actually been covered by white supremacist bands. So I don't know if that's the way I'd go with it. (Not to get too serious but I'm Jewish and I'd probably take it the wrong way if I saw a band doing that)

Maybe Rage Against The Machine's Take The Power Back Or All You Fascists (possible an acoustic version for a change of pace?) would work better, what do you think?

Anyways I want to hear more about Ian and Mickey's relationship before they came out! How long did they hide their relationship for? What pushed Mickey to want to come out at that timing? I love the world you built in this AU! Does Ian stick to modeling or will he gravitate towards acting or something else? Does he go on tour with Viches? I'm very excited about this AU

#flamingbluepanda #celebrity au #musician mickey #musician au #gallavich au #gallavich #band au #shameless #shameless au #ian x mickey #secret relationship

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morningstarnomore · 3 months

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🥤🧃❄️

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

My favorite fanfic author of all time (I'm considering getting into fanfic binding just so I can have personal copies of their fics) is all_the_kings_ham!!!! Fugitive Motel series is two one shots about wincest and regrets; Rain In The Valley is an au fic where Lucifer isn't the devil, just a caretaker of a church in a small town, where a young Sam shows up as temptation on his porch, then a time skip (this made me bawl my eyes out when the final chapter came out); That's where you're wrong is about a runaway Sam coming across not-devil Lucifer, who brings him to Bobby but not after making questionable decisions on the way there (with a follow-up that hasn't been completed but has them meeting again in the future); You've Got To Pay For What You Break is a normal person au, where Lucifer comes from a rich family and makes a bad bet that leads to him taking Sam to a charity gala as his date and falling in love; If Not For You is a not supernatural bakery au with Balthazar as an asshole (🥰); Come In, Stranger has Hunter Sam climbing into the passenger seat of a human, doctor Lucifer and holding him at gunpoint, Lucifer taking him to his house to take care of his wounds and take care of him for a few days, and running into him a few more times; and finally.... One of my favorite stories of all time, that introduced me to the song of the same name, The boy who blocked his own shot. Fake dating au, non supernatural, Lucifer is a tattoo artist and Sam is a college student, and it's just.... There's a second story with Lucifer's pov, and I don't know how to describe how much I love it.

I don't read a lot these days, or since 2018, which is why these are generally lighter stories than my current tastes, but they are novels in my heart. The characterization is AMAZING too, they inspired how I write Lucifer

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I was raised listening to Fall Out Boy, I don't have a gallbladder, I practice witchcraft, my favorite food is lasagna, I have a dog (blue heeler mixed with smthn else), and two sisters I love more than anything :)

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I mean.... My DREAM dream is always Lucifer becoming human. I swear I'm gonna figure out a way to write this one day, but if I didn't write it I'd want the above fic author to write it instead. Or anyone who can do Lucifer justice. I call it 'About Falling' in my head, and Lucifer turns up on Earth in Nick's empty vessel. He's found by Castiel (after getting mugged ? Or smthn) and reluctantly taken in. Castiel might not remember their time together in Heaven, before all the brainwashing and the Fall, but Lucifer does. They bond again and Castiel finds out more about their shared past, and yes they fall in love, this fragile former archangel and the only angel who's ever truly understood him. I just need to know what the PLOT plot is, yanno........ And yes, this is somewhat based off an old rp I did as Lucifer with a Castiel (I miss Leo every day 🥺)

#painting roses #hiiiiiii bestie 🥴👋 i appreciate you #inbox

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sarilolla · 2 years

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Just found your au and love it. Curious, got any Nick nack headcanons from your au or for the canon game

Oh wow, thank you ^^ Sure, I can share some headcanons. This will be a fine mesh of my own story and the canon one (at least what I consider canon, some of it we have to ignore obviously)

- He was the least favorite of the gang on the show, the others usually stealing the spotlight, but when they were brought to life, the others cared for him just as much as each other (ignoring canon lol). Mortimer was slightly harsh with him in the beginning tho, but he got better

- The most emotional of the group, but also the one who knows his emotions the best. Wears his emotions on his sleeve

- Favorite artistic activity is painting and singing, he has a very good vocal range

- Sees Riley as his sister (sorta twin), we ignore canon here. They are rivals and frenemies, and the only ones who can keep up with each other’s projects. They usually ramble to each other about projects, vents about some struggles, or have playful arguments

- At times their relationship is really bad however, and it’s impossible to get them to even be in the same room as each other. Daisy has debated making a get-along sweater for them when this happens, but decided against it cuz she didn’t want things to get even worse

- He also made Riley her mask from the og game

- Adored cats! He would definitely like to have one of his own, and is very kind to strays that show up at the studio. He tends to give them names from different theatre productions and musicals

- Loves musicals, and the more macabre the better. If it has death in it, he’s interested. Two I can remember from the top of my head are Beetlejuice and Ride the Cyclone (he kins Noel from RtC /j). In my fanfic he usually listens to or watch them with Scout, who also really enjoys musicals

- Daddy issues, but that’s just canon skskdkdjjd While Owen did care for him, the others usually got more attention. This is partially because Nick’s puppeteer, Jake, didn’t want to do Nick how Owen envisioned him, and so there’s some bad blood there

- Gets to paint his room however he wants when he is living with Bee, so there’s always the faint smell of paint in the building, as he paints and repaints it

- Loves making jokes and puns, but can’t always tell when a laugh is genuine or not, so he tries to stay positive even if someone sounds fake

- He is the tallest of the puppets, no doubt in my mind, and relentlessly tease Riley for being the shortest of the main four Handeemen

- Wears both high heels and skirts at times, as he is an icon. He loves twirly skirts

- Enjoys tea, and hot cocoa, but absolutely despises coffee

Thank you for the ask!

#hello puppets #nick nack #hello puppets headcanons #answered asks

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tgarnsl · 1 year

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Doldrums and Fake Married, please! (Or just one, your choice.)

fake married au!

this scene (which you've already read on discord, ha) comes from somewhere near the end after the whole fake married thing is revealed as a fraud by Keith at Ewen's trial. Keith is subsequently arrested and is awaiting a court martial:

The cell — for it could hardly be called anything else — was five paces by five paces, a distance that Keith soon came to know intimately during the first twenty-four hours of his imprisonment. The small window of his room looked out onto another wall, but if he sat on his bed he could see the corner, and beyond that, what appeared to be an oak. It was only a glimpse of green, but Keith hoped it was an oak all the same, like the sprig of oak Ewen had pinned to his lapel before the trial — the sprig that had fallen and been crushed under foot when the guards had seized him.

On the fourth day, the gaoler, a kindly Welsh corporal in his fifties, came to shave him — for he was not allowed anything that might constitute a weapon — and told him that a ‘friend’ wished to visit later that evening. The news so startled Keith that he jerked his head up, causing the razor to slip and nick his jaw.

“I am not to receive visitors,” he said, pressing a towel against the cut. “Was that not made clear, Jenkins?”

Jenkins frowned. “He is your husband, sir. I cannot, in good faith, deny a man the opportunity to visit with his husband.”

Keith nodded. “What time will you bring him?” he asked, hoping that his eagerness did not show.

“At eight in the evening, sir,” said Jenkins, rinsing off the shaving brush and emptying the basin into the slop bucket. “I will see to it you have as much time with him as you wish.”

And so it was that at eight in the evening, just as the sun was casting a rosy light on the stones outside the cell window, that Ewen Cameron came to Keith Windham’s cell, dressed not as a Highlander in the tartan to which Keith had become so accustomed, but as an ordinary gentleman in a blue suit. He had never looked more beautiful, standing there in the doorway, leaning on his walking stick, his smile warm and affectionate, his eyes troubled. Jenkins nodded once at Keith and shut the door. The lock turned in the door, and then they were alone, truly alone, as they had not been for weeks.

“Ardroy,” said Keith, unable to believe it. “They released you.”

Ewen nodded. “I am free,” he said. “Though I fear you are the one to pay the price for that freedom, and for that I am sorry, truly.” He made as if to go to Keith, but hesitated. “That you would sacrifice your honour for my sake by telling a lie—”

“I spoke truly,” said Keith, quiet but firm. “What I said the courtroom. It was not a lie.” He steadied himself. “The truth is, Ardroy, that I love you, as I have not loved anyone for some time.”

Ewen limped across the cell, his eyes never once leaving Keith’s face, but stopped short of where Keith stood. “Windham, I—”

“I do not expect for you to return my affection,” said Keith. “I am sorry if I have caused you offence. But if…”

“I do,” said Ewen, taking Keith’s face between his hands. His walking stick fell with a clatter to the floor, but neither paid it heed. “Keith, I love you. Tha gaol agam ort. Do you not see? For surely I thought it to be obvious by now.”

Keith grasped Ewen by the shoulders, his head spinning. “No,” he admitted. “It was not obvious.”

“Then I must endeavour to make it so,” said Ewen gravely, drawing his face nearer to Keith’s: so close that Keith could feel the warmth of Ewen’s breath on his cheek. Yet still he hesitated, his blue eyes troubled and uncertain, all confidence gone. “Keith,” he murmured, as much a plea for help as an invocation. “Keith…”

Keith rose up and kissed him, knowing not what he did. It was a gentle, chaste kiss, no more than a press of lips, but Ewen made a sound halfway between a gasp and a sob, and tried to pull away. Keith would not let him go so easily, catching him in his arms, pressing kisses to Ewen’s mouth, his cheek, his forehead, until it grew too much for the young man, and he leaned down to press his face against Keith’s breast, his shoulders shaking as the grief that he had carried so long broke through his defences at last. Keith, at a loss for what to do, held Ewen close, stroking his hair, until at last the storm had passed, and Ewen withdrew once more.

#the flight of the heron #fake married au

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fonmythenmetz · 1 year

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Part 2/2 (part 1 here 👇🏻)

So Murasakibara appears, frowning at Kuroko. He didn’t come to collect the order, and Himuro sent Mura to bring it, as it was getting cold. And - there’s a lot, several trays of heavy bowls. He’s not complaining, but it takes effort to balance it all in his arms.

The thing about Murasakibara is that he’s The Tall Guy. He’s been The Tall Guy for a long time. Of course, he teases everyone for being short, but he’s just as mercilessly teased right back, and the difference is that on his side of tallness he is alone. He’s seen people taller than him in media, but they’re as good as fictional. So he’s just chilling up there in the clouds, in his grown-in isolation; maybe it makes him a bit bitter, maybe a bit apathetic. That’s what he is, The Tall Guy.

So when Jason Silver places a huge hand on Kuroko’s head, says to him “sit, sit, I’ve got this”, winks at Nash, stands up at full height and offers to take the food, Atsushi’s brain takes some time to catch up. Looking up, not down at someone is surreal. He just stands there, blinking. Probably gaping. Silver raises a brow at him. Takes the trays like they weight nothing. “What is this? Smells good.” He says. Kuroko gives an innocent smile. “Of course. Murasakibara-kun made it. He’s a great cook.” Silver turns to him. “You did? You’re the chef?! I thought you’re kinda young.” Atsushi clears his throat, but no other sound comes out. So much for that excellent mark for English test. Kise pats him on the back. That’s when Nijimura comes to his senses and orders everyone to go do their goddamn job, yes, Kuroko, you included. Nash refuses to eat at first, but gives it a try under Nick’s piercing glare. (And it’s good. Wonderful, actually. He tries not to show it, but he can feel the boy’s eyes across the whole room, glinting in curiosity. Whatever. Nash has no idea what kind of “invisibility” Daiki tried to tell them about. He feels like inside him there’s a compass of somewhat organic origin, pointing at the boy constantly. He doesn’t even need to look to know where he is. He’s becoming uncharacteristically fidgety for some reason.)

Lol I got carried away. Anyway Kuroko (and everyone) take shifts every day. Kuroko tries to get the Jabberwocks’ table (so that they don’t end up hungry or poisoned again! No other reason!), but even if he’s busy, they just wait until he or Kise can tend to them (Kise suddenly seems interested in working at the first floor, too. Mysterious change. Midorima adjusts his glasses.) After closing they go and play streetball (they drag Haizaki, Midorima and Akashi with them, too). Oh boy, Nash’s reaction after learning about misdirection. Kuroko scores on Jason with a phantom shot and they just love it. One evening, while the jws wait for the food (Atsushi and Himuro told them that they’ll do a special, so they don’t have to order from the menu) another customer, likely a bit drunk, yells at Kuroko, splashes soup all over the floor, and throws a glass. He shouldn’t have done that. You ask me if Silver can meteor jam a person, I tell you that he can. I don’t know if Nash can make a vital organ disappear with a snap of his fingers, but he definitely can make a fork suddenly appear under someone’s ribs. He’s that great at magic. Did I mention that Allen, as a pre-med student, knows fifty two ways to end someone so that it looks like an accident? Well now you know. Aomine does, too, because he has to save the guy from being double-handedly windmill dunked through the window. “You know ma boy made that soup right??” “But I’m allergic to beans!” “Why the fuck did you order bean soup then, you illiterate motherfucker?” Kagami proposes they just sit back and watch. In the end no one dies, of course, but the odds of the guy ever again screaming at waiters decrease greatly.

#knb #knb last game #knb extra game #nash gold jr #jason silver #kuroko tetsuya #nashkuro #silvermura #i want it to exist #murasakibara atsushi #vorpal swords #jabberwock

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alwayschoppedtaco · 1 year

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old masterlist!

fake instagram masterlist

12 days of christmas masterlist

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Avengers:

Bucky Barnes: - apartment next door: Your next-door neighbor seems to not understand that there are other people in your apartment building ~ or ~ You just moved into a new apartment that happens to be right beside the infamous Winter Solider. And he happens to listen to his music at full volume late at night, which leads to confrontation. - a drop of sunlight: Tangled AU, Series Summary: She’s a lost princess with glowing, magic hair. He’s a thief who isn’t all that bad. A match made in heaven, right?

Harry Potter

Marauders Era:

James Potter - second choice: James has always been your best friend, but you are tired of always coming in second in his life. - second chance: The annual Potter’s New Year’s Ball is coming up, and it’s the first time you are going to be around James since the Hogsmeade incident. What could possibly go wrong? *part two of second choice*

Criminal Minds

BAU Team: - hotches daughter: Morgan and Reid bring you down to ask you some questions on a recent case, not knowing who your father is.

Actors

Chris Evans: - boys & movies: Chris isn’t quite ready for his baby girl to grow up

Tom Holland: - fingers crossed: You go on the BBC Radio 1 show with Nick Grimshaw to promote your new album and end up talking about your break up with Tom and the final song on your album.

Daniel Ricciardo: - paper rings: I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings or the four times you surprise him with paper rings and the one time he surprises you

Mick Schumacher: - we will always have summer: summers in the lake house have always been your favorite

Lewis Hamilton - bedtime stories: the story of your relationship, as told through the bedtime story of Josie Hamilton (coming very soon!)

Charles Leclerc - coming soon

Max Verstappen - coming soon

#masterlist #older version

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painttoolyamanaka · 1 year

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I have so many fic ideas and nothing to show for it so here's an itemized list of things I want to write where most of them are about Sai because I'm obsessed with my zero vibe blorbo:

Road To Ninja au [probably'll be a series]

Sai - centric, as always, but mostly because I want to explore a world where Sai's father is alive and his mother cares about him. Of course, in a way that hurts his growth as a person and emotionally stunts him because it has to be canon connected in some way of course!

Also seeing a Shin-Sai sibling rivalry is intriging to me.

Blue Period au [either a longfic or a series]

Yes, also Sai - centric. At first this started out as an Art Club au but I think Blue Period au fits better. Just... high school student Sai who doesn't know what he wants to do when he's older and always has trouble properly fitting in stumbles into art club and rediscovers his love for art. This could be a main story to my modern au too, specifically after the horrible accident that fucks up Shin's organs and makes Sai lose his memory.

Just, art teacher Konan and genderqueer Deidara, along with art rival Kankuro and just!!!! read Blue Period rn I'm not asking

T4T Choji / Sai [oneshot]

Someone mentioned Choji being trans in the OC server and I was like oh my god t4t Choji / Sai! So yeah, I think they should date and just be the boyfriends ever <3

Yukimi and Sai Road Trip [regular fic]

After the war, Sai is stressed and Yamato sees this so he calls his little sister and they go on a trip around the world to see new places and such, I just think they'd be a neat pair.

Modern au [series]

Root kid - centric, it was at first made as a fluffy au where Kabuto, Urushi, Sai, and Shin were fostered by Nonou (Kabuto and Urushi came first and then Sai and Shin were adopted when Urushi and Kabuto were in high school so they're close but they're like two pairs of siblings living together), and ROOT is just the super secret treehouse group they made when they were younger or smthing, you know how kids are.

Miraculous au [series]

I like the concepts and the main plot of the show, but I hate the directors, writers, and overall how they carried out the show but I'll scrape it to it's bare bones and make my own Miraculous au

Not Sai - centric this time! Who would've thought? :0

Neji / Sai / Sasuke [oneshot of regular fic]

Neji, Sasuke, and Sai are all ppl who were repressed and then rebelled against a hurtful system that they were born and groomed into in canon, with Neji and his self - finding journey, Sasuke with his villain arc, and Sai actively rebelling against ROOT customs. So, ot3, they should kiss and piss off their parents

Silly Hallmark Christmas Fic [oneshot]

Sasuke, being a drama queen, decides to bring the son of the Uchiha's sworn enemy to Christmas dinner. Sai is in it for the drama because he's also a little shit that hates Danzō for his brother's death, and what better to piss of his foster grandpa than to fake date and go to Christmas dinner with his sworn enemies son?

They're both bastards and they should kiss kiss fall in love your honour

Deidara / Sai Fic [oneshot]

Just the adventures of Deidara and Sai [probably a modern au] working together on a big art final and such. There's probably going to be some slam poetry and dark academia and Rio Romeo themed playlists and such because I love those.

TMNT au but it's more of the Nick version because it's more messy au [probably a series]

Team Seven - centric but like. they're turtles :)

Raph - Sasuke Leo - Sakura Donnie - Sai Mikey - Naruto Splinter - Hiruzen

Cardcaptor Sakura au [series or just a fic]

Sakusai - centric and they're also in like high school when this happens, but yeah Sakura is the Cardcaptor and Sai is her rich best friend that loves her a lot and helps her Cardcapture to the best of his ability, like a fun sidekick. It's Sakura - centric though!

One of Those Twitter Template aus but With My Modern au [probably just a bunch of Tumblr posts in a series]

Nonou would post about her kiddos on facebook to share because she loves them

Kabuto would have social media only to keep a portfolio / resume but also to be annoying sometimes and also to have public beef with Anko because she couldn't have his sensei so apparently she's going for his mom

Urushi would be in it to post encouraging messages for his siblings and his blog is full of just him doing fun things with friends

Shin would enjoy just being there to post things he can't say in the moment but people find his weird life funny

Sai runs an entire art student portfolio / blog aesthetic because he enjoys having the coolest twitter [this is modern au Sai, canon Sai wouldn't even change his header]

Fuu also likes just regular posting but most of his blog is dedicated to family gossip / beef so he's got the highest following

Torune has a bug blog to interact with his family who also have bug blogs in which they make a small bug fandom

So yeah, many thoughts head full of niche aus that I enjoy! I have a few more so there might be a part two but feel free to chat to me abt them!

#snowii au list #oh boy this could be a lot of tagging #ill just leave it here

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spideysquake · 2 years

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the infinite playlist: three - stiles follows the girl

based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn

summary: it’s been three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since stiles stilinski got his ass dumped by the only girl he’s ever loved. three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since lydia ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped it into the ground, effectively rendering stiles incapable of caring about anything that isn’t his band or his best friends. so when lydia shows up at one of his shows – which he explicitly told her not to do – with a new fucking guy following her around, stiles knows that he can’t look as pathetic as he feels. so he gets a five-minute fake girlfriend.

warnings: quite a bit of cursing; fake dating au; lydia and stiles are not together, and lydia is not exactly the nicest all the time; stiles is angsty and chaotic but we love him anyway

word count: 3.4k words

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There’s a split second before Lydia leaves when she makes eye contact with me and for a moment it’s just me and her and I think that maybe - just maybe - it’s not really over between us. But she still leaves, and one second turns into another turns into another, and I’m left alone at the bar. Well, not alone. I’m still standing with this girl, this Fake Girlfriend of My Dreams whose name I’ve forgotten to ask for amongst the jumbled mess that has been this night. And then suddenly, she’s walking away from me too.

The reality of the situation is that I have three choices here. I can stay right here at the bar, maybe have a beer, and try to forget all of the crazy bullshit parts of this night; I can follow Lydia and pray to a God, any God, that she doesn’t think I’m pathetic; or I could follow my new fake girlfriend and pray that she hasn’t already figured out that I’m pathetic. And I have no fucking clue what I want to do.

And then it hits me.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

But she’s still walking away. And I know I have to follow her, because if I don’t, I’ll be left wondering for the rest of my life what this girl’s entire deal was. I thought I just wanted to know how she knew Lydia, but I guess I want to know more: what her name is, what her fucking deal is, how she likes her eggs in the morning. So I reach out for her wrist in some futile attempt to redirect her attention back to me for even just a moment. And it’s this split second of contact, my fingers wrapped around the skin under the sleeve of her flannel, that makes me remember that I have fingers, and a palm, and a wrist of my own. I haven’t felt a spark like this since… well, I’d like to say since Lydia, but I don’t think that even she made me feel like this.

My hand is still on her wrist and it feels like it’s been five hours, even though it’s probably only been about a minute and a half at most, and now she’s staring at me with this look in her eyes like I’m the most pathetic thing she’s ever seen. And all I can think is “Oh shit, she knows the truth”. But she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she almost seems to think it’s funny, just how lame she thinks I might be. And it makes me mind just a little bit less, too.

"So are you gonna let my arm go at any point tonight or are we just going to be tied and the arm appendages for the rest of our lives?” Her words snap me back into reality, and I can’t tell if it’s her surprisingly soothing voice or the fact that she might be the funniest, most sharp-witted person I’ve ever met. But either way, my stomach drops at the idea that when I drop her arm, she’ll walk away.

“If I let go, am I gonna see you again?”

“Trust me, pal, you don’t want to see me again.”

“And what if you’re wrong?”

She puts her hands over my eyes, and they smell like peaches and eucalyptus, and now I really want to see her again. And when she slowly pulls them back, the only thought in my head is that in a few short seconds, she just might be smiling at me. Fucking lameass.

She pulls her hands away, just like I expected, and when I open my eyes she’s sporting a smug ass smirk – not exactly what I had in mind, but I’ll still take it.

“So? Was it everything you had in mind, seeing me again?”

In this moment, all I want is for her to never stop touching my cheeks. My tongue feels like it takes up my entire mouth, but I know that the only thing more embarrassing than me saying anything, is me saying nothing.

“I’ll admit, it lives up to the hype.”

Then she giggles. I made her giggle – like the scrunched-up nose, squinty-eyed, massive grin kind of giggle. I did that.

I lower my voice just a little bit, trying not to scare her off with any sudden movements. Apparently dealing with cute girls is like dealing with a deer in the woods.

“So where are you going then?”

She rolls her eyes, but I can tell it’s not directed at me – at least not entirely. “I’ve got to go save my friend.”

“Can I maybe… come with you?” I can’t believe the words as they’re coming out of my mouth, but I hear them after I’ve already said them, and it’s way too late to stop them now. I think about taking them back, but then I remember my three options for the rest of the night, and this still seems like the best one. I don’t really have anything better to do, since Scott and Allison are off doing their happy couple whatever-the-fuck it is that they do, and Malia is definitely sealing the deal with another poor unassuming groupie who thinks she rules the world. And besides, I still don’t know this Dream Girl’s name, which seems like a good enough reason to remain glued to her hip for as long as she’ll let me stay there.

“I’ll tell you what,” she turns to me, a terrifying and super hot glint in her eye. “If you can give me and my friend a ride, I’ll give you two extra minutes of fake girlfriend time.”

“Seven’s my lucky number,” I tell her. I try to play it cool by planting one hand on the edge of the bar, but the bar is wet and sticky, and my hand immediately recoils. I instinctually go to wipe my hand off on my jeans, and I can see her trying not to laugh at me. And while it’s not working in the slightest, I appreciate her effort at pretending like she doesn’t see how fucking awkward I am.

She grabs my wrist – not unlike how I grabbed her earlier – and starts dragging me through the clusters of unaware college students. I can feel my feet falling behind, and all I can do is my best not to fall face first into one of the many puddles of unidentifiable liquid that stains the linoleum already.

“Okay, you gotta answer my question. How do you know Lydia?”

She sighs lightly and I watch her feet falter ever so slightly before she rights herself and pretends that they never did. “She taught me how to make flashcards, and I taught her how to make a playlist without any Britney Spears on it.”

Now it’s my turn to stumble on my feet. “Wait, hold on. You go to USC?”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” And then she’s off again, leaving me to play catch up in my own head before realizing that she’s about seven steps ahead of me and I’m about to get lost in the crowd.

She’s shoving her way through people much taller than her, and I’m doing all I can not to ricochet off of one stranger’s back and onto another.

“He was just fucking here!” She groans, clearly exasperated. She runs a hand through her thick hair and all I can imagine is what it would be like to tuck a strand of it behind her ear. Lamecore, I know.

“Who?”

“No one. Liam. Just, be quiet for a second. I need to think.” I refrain from pointing out that my silence isn’t really going to do much good against the raging din of the rest of this noisy ass club. I hold my tongue and let her have her so-called peace, while I look around the club to see if I can spot Scott and Allison somewhere.

Something catches my eye, but of course I’m nowhere near lucky enough for it to be Scott and Allison. Instead, I’m faced with Lydia’s tongue in some other guy’s mouth. The fucking nerve of her, to show up to a show I explicitly told her not to go to, then play tonsil hockey with some lame wannabe version of Chris Evans as Lucas Lee. Suddenly, I’m filled with something fiery and mean. I can’t believe her and somehow I kind of can and all I can think about is how he's getting beer stick all over her favorite pink sweater and he probably doesn’t even know that she bought that plaid skirt as an homage to Britney Spears and how could she do this to me when we were together for so fucking long and did she ever even care. His hands are wandering and I’m trying to keep my eyes from doing the same but she’s not making it easy with the way that she’s staring at me while he’s feeling her up. And I know I’m not imagining it – it’s sick and it’s twisted but she’s staring directly into my eyes while this dude tries to give her a hickey like it’s the middle school dance or something.

My brain finally lets me pull my eyes away from the atrocious mess happening in front of me, but my Dream Girl isn’t there. She’s a few feet away, diving for a guy who looks kind of familiar. But not in a Didn’t We Go To Sleepaway Camp Together? way, more in a I Think You Hooked Up With The Frontwoman Of My Band Last Month kind of way. He’s staring into the eyes of some chick drummer from a band that played earlier tonight like he’s hoping to find his way back to Neverland somewhere in them. But if the drummer chick is Peter Pan, my Fake Girlfriend is some sort of Captain-Hook-Turned-Designated-Driver-Slash-Chaperone doing her very best to stop her obviously wasted friend from becoming just another Lost Boy in the Bedpost. I could honestly be fooled into thinking that he was her boyfriend if she wasn’t treating him like some sort of little brother.

“Liam! Liam, oh my god.” She looks at him with a look of disdain in her eyes that could really only be mustered by someone who loves their best friend so much that they almost hate them.

Her friend, who I now know is Liam, looks like he’s about to throw some drunken complaint her way, when Malia crawls on stage with her apparent groupie of the night and they launch into an epic fucking cover of Dammit by Blink-182 and suddenly we’re all moshing together like we’re all fifteen again and forgot to take our Adderall. I know about four people out of the hundred-something that are here, but it doesn’t really seem to matter – we’re all moving as one connected mass of people, neurons firing at the exact same time like we’re all thinking the exact same thoughts and feeling the exact same feelings. We’re all tied together here, and if I’m tied into it then it means that Lydia is too, and so is my Dream Fake Girlfriend. We’re all linked, and just the thought of still being linked to Lydia makes me so sad and crazy and excited that all I want is for my molecules and her molecules to disintegrate together and blend into the song and just disappear into the ether for the rest of eternity, but there’s something stopping me from tipping off the edge. I think maybe my Dream Fake Girlfriend is holding my wrist as the rest of me dangles into the unknown. When I turn to look at her, she’s no longer dancing with the rest of us; she’s standing still, her hands by her side, looking straight at me like she’s trying to decipher my soul or something.

“What’s wrong?” I try to scream it over the deafening musical stylings of my own band’s frontwoman, but my voice doesn’t stand a chance against the booming of the bassline. I assume she’s reading my lips, but when I look at her, her gaze looks less like she’s staring at my soul and more like she’s staring through me entirely. For a moment, it seems like she’s forgotten that I’m standing in front of her, which means she’s forgotten to put her walls up between us. And for a split second, I can see the fear and the anxiety that seem so permanent in her eyes. I feel this tug in my stomach telling me to save her from herself.

I change my question. “Are you okay?” Suddenly, it’s like she snaps back into herself, locking her fear back up behind her millions of other thoughts. But I stay curious. I’m determined for her to let me back in again, on purpose this time.

“Find and fucking dandy, thanks for asking.” She throws me this half-assed smile – one that’s more eyebrows than lips – and she grabs my shoulder lightly. “But I think our time is officially up.” She pats me once, twice, before turning on her heel and moving to walk away.

“Do you not need a ride anymore?” Because, here’s the thing, I’m definitely not above using my shitty car for more time with a cute, albeit very complicated, girl.

“Ah, shit. No, no I do.” The song peters out just as she shouts as me, “Come with me.” She grabs my wrist as I make eye contact with Malia, who immediately clocks her hand on my wrist and gives me the most massive and embarrassing thumbs up to show her approval.

I roll my eyes and follow No Name Dream Girl over to where Liam seems to be making decent progress with the drummer girl. Dream Girl puts her hand on Liam’s shoulder and leans in to shout in his ear. Liam leans back and snarks something out in response, and suddenly it’s like I’m watching a verbal tug of war where I’m completely lost on who’s winning. At least, I’m lost until Liam pulls back and screams “Fuck off, I’m not that wasted!” – a phrase which has only ever been uttered by people who are, in fact, that wasted.

Before I can fully comprehend what’s going on, my Dream Girl is yanking Liam’s arm, sending him hurtling towards me. He’s heaving downwards and I’m scrambling to grab his shoulder and I’m pretty much certain that he’s gonna hurl all over me. But instead, he just stares up at me and chuckles. “Your shoes are butt ugly, dude.”

I turn to glare at my seemingly permanent Fake Girlfriend, but she’s already rolling her eyes for me. She heaves one of Liam’s arms over her shoulders and gestures for me to do the same.

“Let’s get out of here.”

We start towards the door and I can just barely hear here shouting MOVE and GET OUT OF THE WAY to the masses that flood our path. I can see the urgency in everyone’s eyes as they scramble out of our way, but all I can really think about is how I’m tripping over my butt-ugly shoes trying to help a girl whose name I don’t even know. The only things I can think about are 1. don’t trip in from of the cute girl and 2. ask her her name, you poor schmuck. At least, they’re the only things on my mind until a pair of platform boots steps in front of us, and I’m staring into the same eyes that shattered my heard and stole my copy of Melophobia.

“I need your car.” Lydia holds out one hand as she snaps her gum.

And suddenly, it’s like I’ve forgotten how to move, or breathe, or think clearly, because I’m standing there looking at her and she’s looking at me and the only thought running through my head is We were happy once. We could be happy again. I’m reaching for the keys in my pocket, planning out what songs to play, what route I could take to make our time together last, convince her that I’m still worth her time. I’m thinking about the way her face looks like when its lit up by the stoplights, and the last time that she was in the passenger seat of my car.

She loved me then, and I loved her. I still love her. We could make it work. I could start at USC or we could move in together, or we could even –

“Sorry, Lydia. But the car’s full, we have no room for you.” My Fake Girlfriend shoots Lydia a saccharine smile that holds a little bit of a grimace behind it, readjusting Liam’s arm over her shoulder.

“Excuse me, what?” Lydia looks pissed now, and I recognize the look on her face as the one she gets when she’s plotting how she could ruin somebody’s whole night.

“Oh, maybe I wasn’t clear. Fuck off, Lydia.”

“I’m sorry, I thought turning off to fucking was your area of expertise, Y/N. So why don’t you take your little wasteypants friend over here and call an Uber to take you back to whatever low grade apartment complex you came from. This is between me and Stiles.”

My first thought is: Lydia is fighting for me. She’s actually fighting for me. My second thought is: Y/N. Her name is Y/N. And I genuinely don’t know which one makes me happier.

Until Y/N slides her arm around my waist and puts her hand in my back pocket. My first instinct is to shove her off, to step over to Lydia and to walk her out to my car and live our happily ever after.

And then Lydia says, “Come on, Stiles, please. We really need your car. I’ll even pay you back for the gas.”

We. Not us. Them. I’ve been exiled from her we. She fucking replaced me.

“I’m gonna go find a drink,” Liam slurs, pulling his arms down to his sides.

“Like hell you are,” Y/N yanks him back, using the hand that was in my back pocket to secure him between us and link all our arms together. We’re left in some weird, awkward off to see the Wizard pose, with Lydia blocking us like her very own version of an Emerald Curtain, more fluffy pink than green.

My tether to these people is so delicate. All it would take is Lydia saying the magic words – really any magic words – and I’d be by her side forever, just like it was supposed to be. But instead she says, “I don’t want him. I just need the car.”

And the illusion is shattered. Lydia and I will never be what we were, I know that now. She will leave, she will choose someone else, over and over and over. Nothing will change that. I cannot change that.

At this point, Y/N is looking at me, desperate for me to carry some of Liam’s weight. I lift his arm over my shoulder, and do my best to lead us out of this grimy bar that holds nothing but shitty memories. I can barely feel my feet or my legs or my hands. I’m not drunk or stoned or high off the night. I’m devastated. I’m spiraling. And it’s affecting the way I do… anything.

There’s one tiny sliver of hope amongst all the bullshit, and it’s this girl that I’m following. I could tell her to get a cab – and I kind of want to, after the night that I’ve had. But there’s a part of me that thinks she could help me feel better – I like the idea of leaving with her, of getting dumplings before I take her home, of maybe even seeing her again. She says goodbye to the club manager and the bouncers in a way that makes me think they might be familiar, but honestly I’m too drained to think about it right now.

I can feel Liam start to drag his feet underneath us, and it takes everything in me not to just drop his lazy ass on the sidewalk. The sidewalks are full of people vaping, or taking a weed break, but the second hand smoke doesn’t do much to make me feel any better. The streets are empty. My stomach is empty. My life is empty. Tonight kinda fucking sucks.

I reach for my keys from the depths of my pocket, and I’m reminded that Lydia won’t be waiting for me in the passenger seat of my car. She doesn’t wait for me anymore.

I wish she hadn’t come tonight. I wish I had never met her at all.

By the time my thoughts finally come to a halt, I’ve led Y/N and Liam to my car.

“What the fuck is that?” Y/N seems rather scandalized by what she sees.

“Y/N, meet Roscoe.”

a/n: finally, chapter three! thank you guys so much for waiting for this chapter, i hope you all like it lots.

xoxo, daisy

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