#not one of my best prompt lists but its ok we ball

[keyotosprompts]

you're the thoughts that can't be tamed ⊹₊｡ꕤ

some ways to build tension

⇴ holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.

⇴ "and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can wait–" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.

⇴ cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.

⇴ that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)

⇴ "so..." "so."

⇴ that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.

⇴ always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.

⇴ rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.

⇴ "if you wanna say something, now's your chance."

⇴ slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.

⇴ one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.

⇴ ^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.

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[jamiewintons]

ok i LOVE the dialogue prompts!! can i request 2 "where are you going dressed like that" and 93 "I want to see my marks on you tomorrow"

with fickelgruber please

2. “Where are you going dressed like that?” + 93. “I want to see my marks on you tomorrow.”

Warnings: Mildly spicy stuff.

You were standing in front of the large mirror in the bedroom you shared with your husband, applying your lipstick as you prepared for the ball that the two of you were to attend tonight. Felix always wanted you to look your best, so you had decided to wear a very special outfit - a dark green, skintight dress that he had bought you not too long ago. He was excellent at picking out clothes for you, and this dress was probably the best he had ever given you.

As you admired your reflection, you didn’t notice your husband enter the room until he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms about your waist and pulling you close. "Where are you going dressed like that?" Felix asked, leaning down to pepper kisses against your neck and making you let out a sigh.

"To… to the ball," you struggled to respond, Felix’s lips on your skin making it very difficult to form a coherent sentence. It only became worse when he decided to start running his hands down your body until he reached your hips, which he squeezed firmly. "Y-you haven’t forgotten, have you?"

"Of course I haven’t, dear… but I would be a terrible husband if I let you go out in public in that dress," he told you, and you could feel him beginning to get aroused. One of his hands left your hip in favour of your chest, which he gave similar treatment, making you moan softly.

"What? Felix, you bought me this dress…" You were somewhat confused as to why he would buy you a dress that you weren’t supposed to wear, especially since he had told you that he loved it when other men lusted over you - because he knew that they would never have you. You were his and his alone. Regardless, you were already turned on enough that you would have been perfectly happy with skipping the ball altogether.

Felix laughed quietly, before brushing his lips against your exposed shoulder. "Mmm, yes… but this is supposed to be for my eyes only, sweetness. If another man saw you wearing this, he’d surely fall for you." He slowly began unzipping the back of your dress, his hands caressing your skin. "And I cannot bear the thought of another man loving my wife. Perhaps we should find you something more suitable to wear?"

He took the straps of your dress and slowly began to slip them off your shoulders, then pulled your dress down until it fell on its own, pooling around your ankles. You hadn’t been wearing anything but panties beneath, and Felix smiled when your breasts were exposed.

"Exquisite," he purred, once again bringing his lips to your neck. He began to suck on the sensitive skin there, hard enough to leave marks. You whimpered. "I want to see my marks on you tomorrow."

"But... what about the ball...?" you asked weakly, your eyes fluttering shut thanks to the pleasure Felix was providing you. You heard him laugh again.

"The ball isn't important, dear," he murmured, and you had to agree. He began leading you over to your bed, and within moments he had you pinned down on it beneath him. "Let's stay in tonight, shall we?"

Send me a prompt from this list + a Baynton boy and I’ll write a drabble!

#felix fickelgruber x reader #fickelgruber x reader #ask #anonymous

[future-boi]

Doctober 2023 prompt #29: 2023

Warning: Long post

I dragged my bestie to go see the Broadway musical version of bttf earlier this year. IT WAS WONDERFUL. 💝💝💝

We watched it back in August, so my memory isn't the clearest and I'll probably forget something, but this is a long enough post as is.

SPOILERS FOR THE MUSICAL BELOW

I mean, its just the movie but in musical format, but they add things here and there that surprised me, so if u like to be surprised... there's your warning

My friend and I sat in the middle of Row F (highlighted in green above). We wanted to be close, but not super close to have to look up at a weird angle. It was crazy to be so close AND SUPER WORTH IT. When the actors look out into the audience you can really feel like they're looking at you (from their POV they prolly dont see anything because the lights) its a really cool experience! 🤩🤩

OK SO MY FAVORITE LINE FROM THE MUSICAL THAT HAD ME ROLLING BECAUSE IT WAS SO UNEXPECTED WAS: "Is this what they call 'white trash'???" I won't spoil the full context bUT HE WAS REFERRING TO MARTY AT THAT MOMENT.

The Earth Angel scene made me love and appreciate the scene in the movie, and the song EVEN MORE THAN I ALREADY DID. THEY EVEN BROUGHT OUT THE BUBBLES AND IT WAS A WHOLE VIBE (yet another reason why I was grateful we sat in the front). They nailed the execution of the scene, people were cheering and everything during the kiss. Even I got hyped, whereas before, when I was just watching the movie, I was like 'aight.'

The atmosphere in the theater hit different frfr. When Marty and Doc reunited at the end and hugged, I let out a little, "Yay!!" They had such good chemistry on stage, my favorite moments of them were when one of them would say something crazy and then the other would go, "What?" And then the other would go, "What??" And confusion ensues.

AND THEN, AS IF UNEXPECTED STUFF DIDN'T ALREADY HAPPEN, THE MOST UNEXPECTED THING HAPPENED AT THE END. THE DELOREAN FLEW.

IT FLEW.

INTO THE CROWD.

RIGHT ABOVE US.

AND THAT MADE IT SUPER WORTH IT TO SIT CLOSE TO THE FRONT. I wonder what it looked like from the balcony though...

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Hugh Coles??? He single-handedly made me appreciate the character of George after seeing his performance.

Look at this mad lad, he got all the photos of Crispin Glover on his mirror 😱😱😱 manifested this man frfr

He's one yarn ball away from an 'I'm crazy' wall

The SASS

Man said 🚶‍♂️💅 AND IM HERE FOR IT

Ok, last pic, the matching pose 🤩💘

FR HE NAILED THE CHARACTER PERFORMANCE, IT WAS INSANE. You really gotta see it to believe it. mf from west end too so imagine my surprise when I heard him in an interview with an accent ☠️☠️☠️

Literally me throughout the whole musical:

I knew I was going to like the musical, but what I listed out here is basically the reason why I LOVED the musical. I love surprises so that's a big part of it as well.

Fave song: Used to be 'Put Your Mind To It' then it was 'It Works' but I think I settled on 'Something About That Boy' I just love duets and overlapping lines in songs. [But we all know the best song is Cake 💅]

TL,DR: The bestie and I went to see bttf the musical. i am a changed man... and now im here 🙃

#doctober 2023 #back to the future #bttf #bttf the musical #back to the future the musical #casey likes #hugh coles

[ugh-againwiththenames]

So Many Fanfics So Little Time

This is just my list, I have seen so many (but if you want to use it it’s all yours too!).  I’m not a writer.  But I am a hell of a reader. Voracious one might argue. I just wanted to track my progress through the weeds of the absolutely never ending supply of Destiel and Cockles fanfic. 

Read on if you want to see what I’ve read, and what I’ve thought. I am but one person with opinions - some of them may be unpopular - some of them you might agree with, but if you find something you haven’t read here, I encourage you to do so. 

Honestly, this is just so I can track what I have read already, and when my friends ask, I can reference something easily. I have found some different fics on all kinds of ‘best of’ lists all over the interwebs. And I love recs - so rec away friends. 

As someone who reads a solid 40 novels a year typically, I don’t come by the “I read a lot” innocently. I do actually read a LOT.  When not reading fanfic (a new obsession, all things being fair), I usually read a lot of Fantasy/high fantasy, romance/erotica, and or YA (yeah, that was a bit of a ride no?).  So from this one might digress that I like fluffy, cute stories, complicated and supernatural/paranormal type stories, and I sure do not shy away from violence or smut (or maybe violence with smut? *smirk*). 

I have read all of these in the last 2-3 months (I will continue to add as I go). I had never read a fanfic until 2-3 months ago.  A lot of these wonderful people are on here, and I mean you no offence by not directly tagging you - I’m still learning how to actually properly use this site. Links to AO3 are included (and I love you all). 

These aren’t necessarily in any real order - I did read T&S first, followed by 91W, and 4LW...after that it’s just a shit show of Long or Short, Destiel or Cockles - smorgasbord. Some of these are the most popular Fics out there, and others I’ve never seen recc’d anywhere (just sort of accidentally happened upon them).  So let’s get to it, shall we? 

Twist and Shout - ok look. I understand the stigma associated with this one, but it was the FIRST one I read. It was the ball that shot me down the hill, and I haven’t stopped since. So. I loved it. I CRIED like a baby. SOBBED. It was not the quality of the writing but the way the story was developed and delivered. I have Never Cried Like This Reading a Story IN MY LIFE. It’s a rite of passage. Read It and have an opinion - it doesn’t need to be mine.  

Author(s): gabriel, standbyme   https://archiveofourown.org/works/537876/chapters/955188

Ninety-One Whiskey - aka 91W, it is mentioned so much, and is SO worth the read.  I continued my dive into the war fics (not typically my bag really and here I was reading 2 in a row).  There are a couple of followup stories as well to this series (and yes, I’ve read them all).  Although I’ll say that the original is my favourite. I often got lost in a bit of the War/Tactical descriptions, but would recommend it to anyone anyway. Ugh...the “stolen moments”...they were at the same time tragic and the most amazing things ever.  You feel me? no? go read it. 

Author:  komodobits   https://archiveofourown.org/works/2362190/chapters/5214500

Four Letter Word for Intercourse - aka 4LW.  OMG just, OMG. I loved this story. I loved it so much. I think I read it in a day.  Devoured it. It’s so HOT. Just read it. If you haven’t you’re missing out.  LEMME AT IT. I loved “knowing the secret”, and had some major anxiety about that realization dawning (I had to take a breath, and be like, no, no, this is gonna be a mess, but it’s gonna be SO GOOD - I was not disappointed).  There’s more than one work here too - read them all. PLEASE. 

Author: bendingsignpost  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16086839/chapters/37568591

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) - This was the first Sobs one I read, but it sent me on a spree.  this is the Memory Loss one.  I have one piece of advice here - read everything by Sobsicles. You can thank me later...just go to her page, and fucking sort to supernatural (or not, read it all!) I’d list them but I’d fucking seriously be here all day.  Also, her tags make me laugh so hard.

Author:  sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Orpheus - I love this one too, Tattooed!Cas, my LOVE. paired with Mechanic!Dean, my HEART, #help.  Read this one in one evening as well. (I was on a roll).  It’s a one night stand that turns into more (much like my last relationship)....hmm...maybe this is why I was pulled in - although to be fair that is the last similarity to my shitty love life! I do not remember how I stumbled onto this one (tattooed Cas may have been the draw...tbh). Read the warnings though, there is some triggering stuff in this one - but if you can handle it, it’s definitely worth the read. 

Author: sysrae       https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227

Have Love, Will Travel - Can you say no to Stripper!Dean? Cause I sure as hell cannot. Typical sort of character development here with Dean having trust issues, and Cas being painfully awkward...(but in like a super cute way?).  Would Recommend. 

Author: squeemonster   https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455/chapters/1011747

The Inexhaustible Silence of Houses - Change of pace here...It’s got a nice twist.  I didn’t actually clue into how it was going to end until very near the end (maybe I was being oblivious), when the realization came over me and I was...man. I was DONE IN.  I hope that doesn’t spoil (I need some kind of way of remembering them). Voiceless!Cas Hunter!Dean

Author: Askance (doomcountry)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Adagio - This is super short, and super cute. Honestly, I would read the whole thing just for the last line. It’ll take you less than an hour if I remember correctly. Go, I’ll wait. I squeeed. did you? 

Author: noangelsinthegarrison   https://archiveofourown.org/works/1397248/chapters/2928145

Any Little Heartache - super easy read (not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’ll fly through it’ way).  It’s mid-length, not graphic, but really fun hospital AU. HeartSurgeon!Dean / Nurse!Cas - enemies to lovers anyone? Fuck you to Fuck me? yeah. YUM. 

Author: followthattardis https://archiveofourown.org/works/5143376/chapters/11838311

Ad Astra - This is another short(ish) one, just one chapter.  And by that I mean that this is written like a very long poem. Cas as a star who has visited Dean many times over the years of his life, that culminates in 4x01 barn scene. It’s ‘awe’ sad. ‘puppy dog eyes’ sad. The writing format took me a bit to understand what was happening - it’s my lack of poetry knowledge, not the writing.  

Author: nhixxie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1013491

Ad Astra Per Aspera - This is a cute story.  ESL writer, no judgement.  I found this while looking for the one above, and thought the premise looked cute - and it was. Misunderstanding leading to Dean realizing he’s actually Bi.  Miscommunication leading to realization.  

Author: Riverchester https://archiveofourown.org/works/12354336/chapters/28101816

Psalm 40:2 - Time travel post-canon Cas and Pre-series Dean.  If you’re wondering how that works, strap in for this ride, it’s well worth it. 

Author: unicornpoe https://archiveofourown.org/works/30786425/chapters/75992444

Addicted to You - Warlock!Dean/Incubus!Cas - accidental ‘mating’ (I actually really don’t like that word, but there’s sort of no avoiding it in this situation). Cute story.  When you drunk dial a succubus and get an incubus instead...Whatever will we do? 

Author: Ltleflrt https://archiveofourown.org/works/4387346/chapters/9959288 

A Glimpse Beyond - End Fix-it. Not yet complete, 10 chapters so far...I want MORE! Reliving memories Dean/Cas & Sam/Eileen.   

Author: NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/27731689/chapters/67875925

Cas-ti-el - Please I want more...It’s like the story just started. Please write more of this story!! 1 chapter, it’s a trope prompt challenge, but I want it to be a full on story of its own. Imprinted names of their soul mates, Dean doesn’t understand his (because it’s in a different language)...I’m frustrated by wanting this story to keep going. 

Author:  Valinde (Valyria)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/1941591

Our Bodies, Posessed by Light - another short one. Not going to lie, this one took a little getting used to, and I can’t say that I enjoyed it too much for the sole purpose that the premise gave me the willies.  Cas has to vessel jump - ends up in Sam...I got through it, it had a good ending, but yeah, sorry. This just wasn’t for me. 

Author:  obstinatrix  https://archiveofourown.org/works/260289

Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake - Waiter!Dean / Writer!Cas - This is so effing cute, just misunderstanding after misunderstanding bumbling around like the couple of dorks that they are. It’s only one chapter. 100% would recommend. 

Author:  Sparseparsley https://archiveofourown.org/works/223962

Destiel, Actually - This is another super cute story, 5 chapters. Gabriel playing a singular role in putting Dean and Cas in awkward positions to push them together.  I fucking DIED at “oh, I am the sub” - needs context, but I guarantee you that you’ll laugh out loud...

Author:  Bexism  https://archiveofourown.org/works/399934/chapters/658398

The Smell Before the Rain - This was my first A/B/O - a big apology to all those who are into mpreg and whatnot, this was my lesson that I am not. this was not for me. Also - I’m a firm Cas (Alpha/Dom) believer, and i’m good with switch Cas, but it’s hard for me to take him being the full Omega here, when paired with the rest I just couldn’t do it. I finished it, but, not my thing. I know now. 

Author: jscribbles https://archiveofourown.org/works/22355230/chapters/53406127

Crazy Diamonds - This is another short one, only 3 chapters - it’s a body swap for Dean, 4x02 him and 2018 him swap places (assumption that 2018 him is “with” Cas).  It’s a super cute little story. 

Author:  pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/16151642/chapters/37738631

The Breath of All Things - Wheelchair!Dean / Volunteer!Cas.  This is a lovely story, typical Dean self-hatred etc. Triggering for those with suicide warnings. It had me in tears at the end. There’s a really spectacular quote near the end that I found so romantic I screen grabbed it. 

Author:  KismetJeska https://archiveofourown.org/works/994750/chapters/1967519

Kind of a Forever Deal - SummerCamp!AU This is just a really cute and fluffy summer camp AU.  Which is so different from 91W (That’s right, check the author)! I was a little disappointed with the ending, but otherwise really enjoyed this all the way through and was loving all the discovery and young characterizations of all the characters. 

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/999291/chapters/1978478

Everytown, USA - Best way I can break this one down? Wanderer!Dean (listless and without a place in the world, he ends up in a small town...), Twin!Cas (that leads to some fun things). There are a number of points where you’re gonna yell at Dean for doing stupid shit (that are very much in character for him to do), you think, well, yes, obviously you’re going to do that you silly fucking boy [affectionate]; but whyyy? (but we know). 

Author: aileenrose https://archiveofourown.org/works/1797559/chapters/3854836

Chalk and Chainmail - HighSchool!AU, Cas is an artist, Dean LARP’s - it’s cute and angsty. 

Author:  lemonsorbae https://archiveofourown.org/works/804704/chapters/1517551

A Little Patience - Ok. you want smut? This is your story. You want Kink? This is your story.  I actually did not finish this. It got a little carried away in my opinion. It was VERY panty kink oriented (which, while essentially canon isn’t really my kink) so, if you want that Panty Kink on full display? Go forth and enjoy! it  is thirty something chapters, I got to the mid-twenties I Think. 

Author: riseofthefallenone https://archiveofourown.org/works/1750058/chapters/3739232

Control - I REALLY ENJOYED THIS. Which is saying a lot for someone who has already admitted that a Subby Cas isn’t really my HC - so to so thoroughly enjoy a Sub!Cas story? (maybe it’s the tattooes...*wink*). It’s an AU where Cas is the head of a company - Dean is a callboy I guess, for lack of a better term. Just read it.

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden  https://archiveofourown.org/works/31156601/chapters/76993217

More (I copy pasted the next lot from my google doc, I’ll flush them out later - no i wont...)

Teach Me (short) - movie night in the bunker, things get a little carried away   Author:  Chiyume  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5961327

You Light the Spark (in my bonfire heart) (short) - when cas doesn't realize that dean is unaware of his feelings, super short, super cute                      Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1193910 

Communication Breakdown (short/cockles) - dean ends up in Jensen's head while he films the confession scene, no sexual content Author: jujubiest   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Look What You Made Me Do (short/cockles) -      -  Vegas Con 2020 / jensen comes out with a song     - cute short - no sexual content Author:  green_blue_heller https://archiveofourown.org/works/30251592 Full House (short/cockles) - reimagined version of the rented house story - putting it in order (so to speak). funny / cute / fluffy not explicit   Author: n_nami  https://archiveofourown.org/works/30855827

Cyber Sex (short/cockles) - anastiel https://archiveofourown.org/works/31467086      - shameless post GISH Fest zoom call porn      - Short (very short)

It's Complicated (cockles) - gail_morgan https://archiveofourown.org/works/31434938/chapters/77747519       The GISHtake (short/cockles) - MellyCrazyCoconut https://archiveofourown.org/works/31508099     - cute short post GISH zoom     - oops "babe, really?"  

(10.02.2021 updated) Since last update: New reads - Fuck i’m gonna be here all day - there’s not gonna be as much gonna be NO detail in these breakdowns...sorry! This has now just become a “what i’ve read list” as opposed to a Rec list...

Love, All Alike (Pt. 1 Love, All Alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves   https://archiveofourown.org/works/4555599/chapters/10370646                             - Though The Stars Walk Backward (pt 2 Love, All alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves

And this, your living kiss - opal_bullets   https://archiveofourown.org/works/18083927/chapters/42744872

Come On, Let's Strike a Match (Domination and Submission: a love story pt 1) - anyrei & queerwerewolf ***   https://archiveofourown.org/works/25722478/chapters/62458810    - Playing With Fire (D&S: a love story pt 2)    - We Kiss and the Flames Get Higher (D&S: a love story pt 3)     - Sparking That Old Flame (D&S: a love story pt 4) 

Cinderwings - bendingsignpost Cinderella!AU**   https://archiveofourown.org/works/12847041/chapters/29336421

Linden - fleeceframe Swan!AU**   https://archiveofourown.org/works/33126730/chapters/82236118

No Netflix, No Chill (short) - dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28764966

Can't Drink You Away (short) - dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28785792 

Jensen Totally (Does Not!) Snore (short RPF) - Dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/30315717

Dean Ships It (short) - dorian_they   https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349434

All about control - wingless   https://archiveofourown.org/works/9151930/chapters/20791243

Aesthetics in Autoerotica (pt 1 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant   https://archiveofourown.org/works/3885544                                                             - The Ties that Bind (pt 2 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant

Let's take a drive - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32581027/chapters/80819581 

Enchanted ink - castielslostwings TattooArtist!Dean TattooArtist!Castiel AU ***   https://archiveofourown.org/works/23043622/chapters/55109530

The bones beneath our skin - darknessbound   https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633754/chapters/59515804

The Plot (RPF) - Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me   https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795588/chapters/6274970

The Gentle Force with which you Take Me (RPF) - Phoenix_Ascended   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32110120/chapters/79549183

According to all known laws of Life (Pt. 1 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29207901                                                          - and he's back (with a mind of his own) (pt. 2 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles

Six hundred sundays (and many more) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31158776

Aching in the Absence of you - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31832977/chapters/78811378

gorging myself on you, still can’t get full (insatiable) (Short) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203291

memories bring back memories (bring back you) - sobsicles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Dream Come True (short) - bendingsignpost   https://archiveofourown.org/works/28071159

tall grass - aeli_kindara   https://archiveofourown.org/works/13127040/chapters/30030726

asunder (Short) - rageprufrock https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115

Apheresis - bendingsignpost BloodDonor!AU **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32674783/chapters/81056680

we always were but never knew it - frightfullyrude   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32698324/chapters/81119503

In this Louisiana Bar (Short) - fleeceframe   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31764487

The Hitchhiker's Guide to Alternate Universes - n_nami   https://archiveofourown.org/works/32687929/chapters/81092785

my heart a compass - lagaudiere https://archiveofourown.org/works/28629951

Unsound Inverses - sp8ce (not complete)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29836881/chapters/73413300

The Jensen Mistake (RPFish) - fellshish   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31950169

tell me about the dream (Pt. 1 Kids are coming home) - playedwright   https://archiveofourown.org/works/27984813/chapters/68544450

It's handy to know (FIMMF Themed ;)) - RosaMarloes   https://archiveofourown.org/works/31761322

So Says The Sword - komodobits AngelTrueform!AU**   https://archiveofourown.org/works/12597892/chapters/28695592

Communication Breakdown (RPFish)- darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Carry You Home - Casloveshisfreckles   https://archiveofourown.org/works/26982637/chapters/65862916

In the Shadow of your Wings - Enochian Things (Salr323)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/7531294/chapters/17121655

When Harry Met Sally (RPF) (Pt. 1 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood   https://archiveofourown.org/works/7622347/chapters/17351845    - Eight Dildos (RPF) (Pt. 2 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood    - Attention, Please (RPF) (Pt. 3 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood             - Boat Trip (RPF) (Pt. 4 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood

A Winter's Tale - NorthernSparrow   https://archiveofourown.org/works/2654327/chapters/5930561

A Close Shave - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/3090167

r/supernatural - renrub (short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27626783

sam reads destiel fics - rebshome (short - funny!)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/33721624

Angel Cookies - noxsoulmate Chirstmas!AU **  https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729640/chapters/26427765

Under The Midnight Sun - NorthernSparrow Arctic!AU **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/16690645/chapters/39143677

Bron-Yr-Aur - mrbluesky (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/28225335

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet - saltyfeathers   https://archiveofourown.org/works/19258594/chapters/45800209

The Meaning On My Skin - saltnhalo   https://archiveofourown.org/works/18005378/chapters/42538133

Red Right Hand (Pt. 1 Murder Ballads)  - Duckyboos   https://archiveofourown.org/works/4306110/chapters/9760008    - Are you the One that I've been waiting for? (pt. 2 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos   

Riptides - sharkfish   https://archiveofourown.org/works/13230426/chapters/30263556

Damn Fine Ride - Cimorene105 (pt 1 - rodeo) Cowboy!AU** (I’m a horse girl, sue me...)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14342340    - My Face Just Does This, Sometimes - Cimorene105 (pt. 2 rodeo)    - The Kinkiest Thing I've Ever Done- Cimorene105 (pt 3 rodeo)    - All Signs Point to Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 4 rodeo)    - Monster Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 5 rodeo)    - My Man, The Siren - Cimorene105 (pt. 6 rodeo)    - A Pain in My Ass - Cimorene105 (pt. 7 rodeo)

Astrolabe (terra incognita pt 1) - reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent   https://archiveofourown.org/works/3348812/chapters/7326794    - Drollery (terra incognita pt 2) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent    - Rubrication (terra incognita pt 3) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent

Go Down With This Ship - PorcupineGirl   https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642/chapters/18370474

Fire and Ice - Castielslostwings (Firefighter/Paramedic AU!) **   https://archiveofourown.org/works/23286295/chapters/55768486

The Structural Similarities of Hunters and Onions - Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound (Short)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/33383101

Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean - emmbrancsxx0   https://archiveofourown.org/works/22411336/chapters/53545840

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Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx - pantheon_of_discord   https://archiveofourown.org/works/10909440/chapters/24256989

I'll Be Good - LittleAngelCassie   https://archiveofourown.org/works/4118334/chapters/9282234

Kenosis - CastielsCarma (Short - part of Destiel ABC collection)   https://archiveofourown.org/works/30411720

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[octo-cutie]

Red Strings and Things

Prompt: You and your soulmate are connected by a red string on your pinkies which appears once you meet each other.

Summary: Tooru is concerned about the increasing number of his peers that have found their other half. After a brief meltdown, Tooru realizes that his string has become visible. Now the only question is who? And once he finds her, is it really his other half?

Pairing: POV Oikawa Tooru x f!Reader Genre: Fluff, little bit of angst,  a little toddler violence Warnings: Deliberate misspellings in the beginning because Oikawa and Iwaizumi where 6. Neither of them knew proper grammar and Iwaizumi had just lost his front tooth. Violence from Iwaizumi (Pushing, hitting, throwing things at Oikawa)

Side Note: I’ll be referring to Oikawa as Tooru because I’ll be referencing his mom and his sister a lot.

This is my contribution to the Soulmate AU Collab for Celestial Archives! I love love love this AU with all my heart and I secretly believe in the red string theory anyways....

It was his sister who had explained to him why the vermillion string was tied snugly around his left pinky finger. He hadn’t been older than 6 when she pulled him into her lap as she played with his hair one Sunday afternoon in the summer. There was a calming breeze in the air and the temperature that day was just right for blue popsicles in the sun.

“Everyone has one of these strings tied around their pinky finger that connects them to their soulmate.” She had said picking up his hand and holding it up against her own. Tooru looked at their hands (his were signifigantly stickier than hers) as his older sister held them together and saw the cotton fibers of his vermillion string slightly blowing and bending in the wind.

“Wahs a solmat?” He asked as popsicle dribbled down his chin. His sister was quick to wipe it up with a napkin as she explained it in a way only a 6 year old could understand.

“A soulmate Tooru, is the person who shares the other half of their popsicle with you. Except you’ll share a lot more than just a popsicle you silly goose.” She said giving him a sisterly squeeze.

“But we shared a pohsisle” He said with a pout. “Are you my solmat?”

“No Tooru I’m your sister. We shared a popsicle because there was only one left.” She said as she picked him up. Tooru curved his mouth into a large smile.

“Is it Iwa-chan?!”

“I don’t think so goose. If he was than you wouldn’t see your string anymore.”

“Oh.”

That night while everyone else was asleep, Tooru climbed out of his bed and made his way towards his school bookbag and dug out his crayons and paper. In his short span of 6 years he knew plenty of people and according to his sister this string wouldn’t disappear until he met his soulmate. So it wouldn’t hurt to make a list of people he knew.

It wasn’t his parents, or his sister, and it wasn’t Iwa-chan. It couldn’t be anyone in his class either or his teachers. But it was very difficult to count all the people he knew with only ten fingers. At his little desk he sat working in his notebook until his parents found him asleep with the glitter glue in his hair, and a marker surrounded by a puddle of drool.

Later that week Tooru and his best friend Iwaizumi Hajime were in the living room watching a kids television show. It was far too wet to go out and explore like they had originally wanted to but this show about trucks was incredibly captivating. As soon as the commercial break aired, two pairs of little feet flew down the hall towards the bathroom to relieve themselves after inhaling large glasses of lemonade.

“Hurry up dumb face! The thows gunna thart thoon!” Iwaizumi said through his lisp caused by his recently lost front tooth. Tooru blew a raspberry back at him as he washed his hands in the sink. Reaching over to turn the faucet off, Tooru noticed the vermillion string that was darker due to the water that had run through its fibers.

He carefully jumped off the stepstool and opened the door to a grumbling Iwaizumi who promptly dragged Tooru by the arm back to the pillow fort they had spanning the contents of the living room.

“Iwa-chan! Wait I have a question!” Tooru exclaimed as they climbed through the tunnel they had set up to make it seem more like the train station they watched on television.

“What ith it thoopid-head?”

“Don’t call me stupid! I have a question about your solmat string!” Tooru said with tears in his eyes. Iwaizumi was always his hot headed best friend but words hurt ok?

“What about it?” Iwaizumi asked situating himself on his stomach and munching on some of the crackers they had taken from the kitchen. Tooru began to fiddle with the knot at the base of his finger as he asked is question.

“Is it still there?”

“Of couthe it ith. Itths thill bright pink!” Iwaizumi said holding his pudgy toddler fist in the air as he stuffed his face with more crackers. Tooru couldn’t see it but then again only the individual or their soulmate could see it.

The conversation ended there as the colorful ads where now replaced with the post-commercial jingle which brought their eyes back to the screen. It was distracting from the difficult world of soulmates which continued to plague his mind.

It continued to bother him into the next couple months now that he was in first grade. He was part of the big kid group at school because he could tie his shoelaces and he knew how to read short chapter books. His handwriting, according to his teachers, was so similar to a girls that they had accidentally begun to call him Oikawa-chan like they had with his sister.

Iwaizumi had laughed at his predicament one to many times before Tooru pushed him out of his seat with a loud huff. The only thing it did was earn Tooru a spot in the corner during recess while Iwaizumi got to go play outside.

Instead of crying like he usually would, Tooru used this chance to think about the girls in his class. He knew most of them (if not by name then by some other part. Like cookie girl who gave everyone cookies when she had them) and he couldn’t recall seeing their strings. He’d gotten in trouble the other day when he swore on his Alien pajama set that he’d seen Izuna’s string and had tackled her to the ground only to realize that she had colored her nails red with a sharpie.

He’d spent a lot of time in the corner that day.

It was frustrating to Tooru that he couldn’t find his soulmate when it seemed like everyone else had. Though in reality his teacher had already explained to him multiple times that most soulmates don’t find each other right away.

“It just takes time. I still haven’t found mine and I’m 24.” She said with a bright smile. Tooru’s eyes bugged out of his head and he started to wail about how he’d never find them.

First grade was interesting in that aspect....

As the years progressed, Tooru slowly became less and less concerned with his soulmate and his string due to the increasing popularity that was coming his way. Once he’d entered middle school, he and the rest of his male counterparts had started to notice their female classmates as more than just friends. He’d even started up a relationship towards the end of his 3nd year in Junior High with a lovely girl named Sora who shared his love of volleyball.

His first love had been short and sweet. They had bonded together over volleyball, and spent their lunch times and weekends playing together or watching volleyball tournaments much to Iwaizumi’s chagrin. It wasn’t until the last week of school that Sora had come to him with large tears welled up in her eyes.

The tell tale sign of her now visible burgundy string only told Tooru what he’d known from the start. They weren’t soulmates.

Tooru had congratulated her with a large fake smile and given her his best as he headed off to practice. But he couldn’t help but feel the annoyance itching at his skin. It wasn’t fair! How had nearly two-thirds of his classmates already found their other half?!

Iwaizumi noticed the attitude that Tooru was throwing around the court that day. His warm up serves were more aggressive, he’d snapped at both the coaches and had been forced to sit out for an entire practice game due to his attitude. As he watched one of the first years, Kageyama, replace him as the setter for the last game his mood only worsened.

“If you hadn’t lost your shitty temper with the coaches you wouldn’t have had to sit out.” Iwaizumi grumbled as the two of them picked up the stray balls that had wandered away during practice in the now mostly empty gym. Tooru merely grunted and bent over to grab a ball at his feet.

Unfortunately another hand reached downwards too...

“Oikawa do you maybe think you could help me with my sets sometime?” An eager Kageyama asked as he wrung his fingers together. Tooru looked up from the ground with a darkened look in his eyes before lunging at the poor unsuspecting kid as a growl ripped through his throat.

“YOU GET OUT OF MY FACE! I WILL NOT BE REPLACED BY A-”

A terrified Kageyama was rescued from the hands of an angry Tooru by means of Iwaizumi who barreled the two of them into the wall. Kageyama took this chance to run off before he was attacked once more.

“SHITTYKAWA GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF!” Iwaizumi hollered into his friends face as he gripped Tooru’s shirt. Angry tears welled up in Tooru’s eyes as he pushed Iwaizumi away from him and buried his head in his arms as choked sobs left his body.

“I’m one of the only people who hasn’t found their soulmate.” Tooru choked out much to the chagrin of Iwaizumi who scoffed.

“Really?! This is what’s made you so shitty today?! Dammit I thought you had a real issue.” Iwaizumi growled as he threw more volleyballs into the carrier. Tooru wiped his eyes and looked at his bug loving friend.

“It is though Iwa-chan! It’s a real issue! Even you’ve met yours!” Tooru snapped pointing at Iwaizumi’s bubblegum pink strand that had appeared a little less than a month ago.

As much as Iwaizumi wanted to berate him for having unnecessary tears over something that everyone experienced in life, he sighed and found himself comforting his idiot friend instead.  

“It takes time shit-head. You’ll find them eventually.” was all he mustered before pulling the setter up from his crouched position and pulling him towards the gym storage room.

Iwaizumi pulled and pushed Tooru through the school and back towards their homes while the boy moped towards the sky. Iwaizumi pushed him up the steps and knocked on the door. A few moments later, Tooru’s mother opened the door.

“Oh hello- Tooru what’s the matter with you?” She asked pulling her son and Iwaizumi into the house. With a quick apology for intruding, both boys began to remove their shoes and Iwaizumi explained what had happened.

“Tooru you know well and true that finding your soulmate is more than a matter of waiting for them to show up. It also takes the maturity of the heart and the maturity of the mind. This is a perfect example of why you haven’t seen your string.” His mother scolded. Iwaizumi nodded along with every word that left his “auntie’s” mouth.

Tooru merely trudged upstairs and into his room with a huff and a harsh closing of his door.

His room was still dark from turning the light off before he left for school and his bed unmade from running out of time. Letting his backpack fall off his shoulder her slumped onto his bed and stared absentmindedly at his pinky finger.

He could see the vermillion strands bounce slightly with the pulse of his heartbeat underneath his skin.

His mother was right though, he thought as he drifted off to sleep. Someone with his emotional maturity skills was bound to wait a long time for their string to appear.

Tooru’s mindset completely changed once they entered high school a few months later. His looks and his charming personality were a massive take with most of his peers and he quickly developed a fanbase that followed him everywhere. They packed the stands at the volleyball games and inflated his ego tenfold.

“With all these lovely fans of mine why bother with a soulmate?” Tooru announced at a study session with Iwaizumi and two other boys they’d met on the volleyball team, Hanamaki Takahiro and Matsukawa Issei.

“Fuck you and your fanbase.” Iwaizumi grunted as he kicked Tooru gently in the ribs while texting his girlfriend.

“Leave me alone Iwa-chan!” Tooru said with his dramatic ass laying on the ground. Matsukawa threw a piece of popcorn at his head.

“No he’s right. Your fanbase is obnoxious.”

“Not you too Mattsun!”

But Matsukawa was right in the sense that the obnoxiousness of

Tooru periodically began to date members of his fanbase here and there not really caring when they broke up with him due to him neglecting them for volleyball.

It wasn’t until his third year when his current girlfriend shrieked and smacked him in the arm that he realized his life had changed.

“You didn’t fucking tell me you found your soulmate already you jerk!” She snapped before running off in tears. Tooru blinked in complete confusion before looking down at his string. It still sat there visible to him but...

Wait-

“IWA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!” Tooru shrieked as he sprinted across campus to find his best friend. The thudding of his heart beneath his ribcage only heightened with the belief that his string truly had been revealed and he was closer to finding his soulmate.

Unfortunately for Iwaizumi who had been having a rather romantic moment with his girlfriend, found himself groaning out of annoyance at Tooru’s loud and heavily breathy interruption.

“What the fuck do you want Shittykawa?! I’m kind of in the middle of something!” He called out not facing the trembling, hyperventilating figure of his friend. With a kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek he sent her off with a gentle love-tap on her forehead and a promise to see her later before dragging a babbling Tooru off.

“Ow ow! Let me go Iwa-chan! It’s important!!”

“It better fucking be you fucking cockblock.”

“Can you see my string?” Tooru blurted as he shoved his pinky finger into his friends face. Iwaizumi blinked before looking at his friends newly visible string.

“I- I can see it. This is what was so fucking important?!” Iwaizumi growled as he gripped Tooru’s wrist and crossed his arms. Tooru gaze burned with a fire that Iwaizumi only ever saw on the court when they were a singular point away from the winning one.

“It means I found them! I found them!” Tooru cried out in happiness cradling his hand and walking off with a lovelorn look on his face.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and texted his girlfriend to meet up with him again before lunch was over.

Tooru couldn’t concentrate the entire rest of the day. He stared absentmindedly at the string on his finger and spent the rest of his class doodling what he thought his soulmate looked like or what they should do for their first date.

His instagram now showed off to his friends and fans that he was infact on his way to finding his love and the texts bewteen his mother and sister about it only fueled his excitement. For his fanbase however, the sight of the string caused many girls and even some boys to hate the color of their own strings that now were clearly not a match to the vibrant vermillion color.

But the question everyone wanted to know was who had triggered the appearance of his string? And why had it taken them so long to find him?

Unfortunately for Tooru it seemed that although the universe had finally thrown him a bone, his search for his other half continued to plague his days in high school. His peers who had their strings exposed matched each other but not to his. For three years he focused solely on Volleyball and finding the other half of the red vermillion string that now dangled freely from his pinky finger.

“I don’t even know when it showed up! Kimi-chan just smacked me across the arm and I ran off to find Iwa!” Tooru exclaimed when yet another person asked him if he knew who it was.

No he didn’t. Yes he’d asked around. No he didn’t have any positive leads. The same three answers to the now most commonly asked questions that he heard aside from questions about volleyball.

The search only grew colder and colder as the end of the year grew closer and closer. With the loss to Karasuno at the Inter-high semi-finals eating at the strings of his heart, he threw himself into his studies and watched the match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa with anger and resentment towards his former teammate and his rival Ushijima.

The loss of Shiratorizawa to Karasuno nearly made him smile after years of ridicule by the universe. To watch the miniscule look of despair cross through Ushijima’s usually stoic face alleviated some of the pain that he felt of not being on the court.

As he and Iwaizumi cleared out of the stadium he felt a sharp pain in his pinky finger, almost as if the string around his finger was tightening. Using his height to his advantage he whipped his head around to see a head of h/c hair walking away from him pulling at her right pinky finger....

That bore a familiar vermillion string.

“Excuse me! Please I need to get through!” He called out shoving people out of the way trying to reach the angel who had seemingly evaded him for years and years and years.

‘She’s here. She’s here. Just one more step. Faster! Get to her! Please!’ His brain screamed at him as he reached out for the elbow hidden beneath the Orange and Black of Karasuno Highschool. The contact of his hand with her elbow cause both of them to jolt with an extreme burst of energy causing her to turn around with her large e/c eyes looking at him with extreme awe. Swallowing slowly the girl looked at Tooru with stars in her eyes.

“Are you...”

“I think I am...”

Tooru moved his hand from her elbow to connect their hands finally joining the dangling parts of their strings together for the first time in a beautiful heart shaped knot. The vermillion color that had once nauseated him now amazed him as he tentatively wrapped his arms around the frame of his better half for the first time. Tears welled up in both sets of their eyes as they held each other tightly.

“I thought everyone was humoring me about my string.” She whispered as she inhaled through teary eyes. Tooru stroked his hand through her hair inhaling the slightly peachy scent mixed with a hint of cream.

“But you’re here now... I’ve found you after all these years. My name is Oikawa Tooru. I’m a third year at Aoba Johsai.”

“I’m L/N Y/N. I’m a second year at Karasuno High School.”

They finally separated and looked at each other with bright beaming smiles. Joining their hands together, Tooru led the girl out of the stadium with the premise of their first date of many to make up for the years they’d spent separated.

To Tooru, Y/N was truly his other half. Her personality complimented his in every aspect. He’d learned that her hobbies included watching volleyball, charcoal art, and babysitting her new baby brother. She’s allergic to pine nuts, and wanted to visit the Amazon Rainforest to sketch exotic animals before going to University for Primary School Education. She had tried out for the volleyball team but had to quit during her first year because her brother had been born.

He told her of his dreams to play volleyball on the professional level and about his nephew Takeru. He shared his fears and insecurities about the Karasuno volleyball team specifically Kageyama. He couldn’t stop himself from spilling information that even his closest friends didn’t know. It was like she already knew everything about him and like he knew everything about her.

As Tooru walked her to the bus station, Y/N asked for a photo together.

“I don’t want to wake up and find out it was a dream.” She confessed shyly as they exchanged numbers and waited for the bus. Tooru’s already fluttering heart increased as he held her warm hands in his.

“It’s not a dream. We’ve finally found each other and I will always be at the other end of this string. We may be separated now but we have our whole lives ahead of us. One day I’ll be playing professionally and I’ll have you by my side every step of the way.” He explained, “Of course if you’ll have me.”

“I will Tooru.” and with those words, she placed a lingering kiss on the swell of his cheekbone. It was natural for her and his response was a flavorful kiss on the forehead.

“A kiss on the lips is what we’ll get when we meet again.” Tooru murmured into her hairline. The sounds of the bus approaching pulled them apart and they separated once again, the knot coming undone.

The string had never felt so heavy on his finger now that they had left each other, Tooru thought as he walked home with a content smile on his face and his hands in his pocket.

A few years passed and the correspondence between the two was still flourishing as though they had only just met. Quick texts turned into hour long conversations and phone calls turned into falling asleep on facetime. When he was offered a position on the San Juan Men’s Volleyball team in Argentina he immediately went to visit a jewelry shop.

Tooru called Y/N and arranged for the two of them to meet at a fancy restaurant. The weight of the end of their strings lifted as they knotted together once more and Tooru announced the news that he was heading to San Juan.

“Before I go however, there is one thing I need to do. I want to marry you Y/N. We’ve only just found each other after years of being separated and it’s like I’ve finally been given a drink of the coldest water to soothe my aching body. You’re my other half. The better part of me. And I can’t let you go again.” Tooru confessed on one knee with the black padded ring box opened to show a perfectly carved ring with a tiny ruby heart.

A squeal and a thump confirmed his answer as those around in the restaurant watched the newly engaged couple hold each other tightly.

The wedding was set for later that winter before Tooru had to leave for Argentina. As they joined hands for the first time as a newly wedded couple, Tooru watched as the vermillion string turned bright gold.

As he danced with his new wife and held her close he whispered a tentative ‘I love you’ and forgave the universe for all the hardships he’d gone through.

After all, there’s always more to life than red strings and things...

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So I know that my contribution was added much later but I had experienced some personal issues and this laid dormant in my drafts for a while. Thank you to @elixhirs for the beautiful banner and to @toorusushijima​ for hosting the collab by @celestialarchiveshq

#cute octopus writing #soulmates #collab piece #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #fluff #light angst #waiting for love #red string theory #haikyuu!! #tooru oikawa x f!reader #oikawa x y/n #love

[nanasarea]

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❆Prompt: your friends asked you to stay with them in a cabin for a bit of a vacation and you obviously cant say no to them

❆Genre: fluff

❆Pairing: reader x best friend!nct (dream focus)

❆Word count: 2.6k (ok longest fic I see you)

❆a/n: this was so fun to write and now I'm crying I want this also I might make a summer edition once it gets hotter bc I have IDEAS now

ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

❆Tag list: @bumblebeenct​ @socketpunch​

❆TW: toy gun (?), German, swearing (?) idk not much haha

“Get in, loser, we’re going out of our minds!” Donghyuck yelled from the bus. 

You had agreed to spend the weekend with your friends at a cabin in the woods. 

They all got some time off and wanted to spend some time throwing snow balls at each other and building snowmen, but they couldn't do that without you. 

It was Friday, the day of departure. You had just gotten a text to come outside from Jeno a few minutes ago and there you were, staring at the big bus with 23 grown men, which would otherwise be terrifying, but since it was them, it seemed fun, and only a tiny bit terrifying. 

“Haven't you already?” You yelled back as you walked towards the bus and saw Johnny step out of the bus to help you with your bags and before you could say that you got it, they were already put away on the bus. 

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, your neck slightly hurting from the angle you had to put it in, in order to look at him.

“Don't mention it. Or do, if you must.” He said dramatically and gestured for you to get on the bus before him. You stepped into the bus and Johnny soon followed. 

Immediately, you were greeted by Doyoung, who was sitting at the front with Taeyong, who asked you about how you were and if you slept well.

You quickly greeted back and told them you were great and that you couldn't sleep that well, because you were excited. Before you could ask them the same, YangYang yelled for you to come over to the back as Hyuck pulled you after him. 

You tried to greet as many people as you could before getting to the back, where Yangyang sat with Renjun, Haechan and Hendery. Hyuck quickly sat down on the far left, right next to Renjun. 

Next to Renjun was a free seat, and next to that one Yangyang, with Hendery at the far right. Renjun and Yangyang both patted at the seat and smiled at you, waiting for you to sit between them.

“I’m guessing my plan of a quiet ride was doomed from the start.” You dramatically sighed as you sat down between the two. 

“That was never an option and you know it.” Hyuck laughed, causing all 5 of you to chuckle.

You spent a good 40 minutes talking to Yangyang and Hendery as Renjun and Hyuck debated about something next to you, before you made the first stop. 

“About 10 minutes and then if you're not back on the bus, we shall leave without you, except for you, Jisung, we love you and would never leave you.” Johnny said before the group chuckled as Jisung got embarrassed.

You swear you could hear Chenle’s “of course we would, we have terrible memory.” and Jisung sighing before Renjun dragged you off the bus. 

You got off the bus and were met with Jaemin, who looked like he was about to kill someone, and Jeno, who looked he was trying his best for Jaemin not to give in. 

“Good morning.” You said “Whats so good about it?” Jaemin sighed, leaning against the bus and throwing his head back. 

You looked over at Jeno and tried to contain your laugh, to which he only mouthed “No coffee yet”. You nodded, chuckling a bit before following Shotaro, Hendery and Kun, who went to go get coffee for everyone. 

You barely got your own cup into your hands before you were pulled away from the three and into the store.

“Yn, come with me, I need it.” Hyuck said. “Need what?” You asked, following close behind. 

He didn't comment, he just dragged you to the toy section and showed you the toy gun. 

“You need a toy gun?” You asked “Yes.” He sassed “Its so pretty.” He explained “And it has fake bullets!” He added, excitedly. 

“Very nice, Hyuck. Here’s a deal, I’ll buy you the extra bullets if you promise not to use the gun on me.” You said, knowing very well that you need to make a deal beforehand.

“Deal.” He smiled, shaking your hand. 

Once you finished at the check out, you saw Jaemin pinching Jisung’s cheeks while Chenle and Jeno had their heads in their hands, they weren't surprised, but still a tad disappointed. 

“How many coffees did I miss?” You asked, causing Jeno to chuckle before returning to his disappointment. 

You stood outside of the bus for a while, talking to Chenle about his dog, well, him talking and showing you photos of Daegal while you listened and admired.

“Can I be her godparent?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder as Xiaojun’s head turned to you. “Godly parent?” He asked.

“God parent, but while we’re on the topic-” “DONT GET HIM STARTED, IM SITTING NEXT TO HIM AND I WANT TO SLEEP.” Kun cut you off.

“Haha, old man.” Lucas laughed before Kun looked at him and sighed. “I didn't sign up for this, I just wanted to sing.” He sighed. “You love us and you know it!” Yangyang teased. 

After a minute, you returned back to your seat and watched as Hyuck put the bullets into the gun already. 

You pulled out your phone and put in your headphones, before Renjun came up to you and took them away from you and put them in his pocket. 

“Hey!” you protested. “Wait a bit.” He said, laughing and sitting next to you.

“Now, is everyone awake?” Johnny asked, standing up once again. “Yes!” The whole bus yelled.

“What?” he asked, placing his hand behind his ear. “Ay, Ay, captain!” 

“I can't hear you!” 

“Ay, ay, captain!”

“Ohhhh, who wants the aux first?” 

A couple hands got raised, but Johnny sighed and said “If no one wants it, I guess ill be first.” and put on the first song, which was SHINee’s Lucifer, which made the whole bus jam out.

The songs kept going and your ears were in heaven, there were 23 professional singers singing some of your favourite songs, of course they were, but after a while, the atmosphere calmed down and you continued talking to Renjun.

You remember seeing most of WayV, Shotaro and Jungwoo playing a game, Taeyong play on his Nintendo while Doyoung watched and critiqued, Johnny and Taeil making Mark and Ten laugh every 3 seconds as Jaehyun and Yuta discussed something.

After some time, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung changed seats so they were right in front of you, which resulted in you playing some games.

An hour later, you got to your destination. You watched as Jaehyun, Jeno, Lucas, Jaemin and Johnny bring the bags and the suitcases from the bus as  Kun, Taeyong and Doyoung went to go get the keys while you and the others stood before your cabins. 

Once the suitcases were out and distributed, you waited for the keys. Most of Wayv and Shotaro was standing on the porch and discussing something, half of 127 was cuddled up while the other half took photos, alongside Sungchan.

You and the dreamies and Yangyang however, were playing with the snow. Hyuck pulled out his fake gun and jokingly started pointing it at the others. He jokingly shot us, one by one and we all played along, expect for Chenle, because he couldn't bother to move.

First, it was Jaemin, then Yangyang, Jeno, you, Jisung and at the end, Renjun, who just so happen to be near a hill so you all watched in shock as he rolled down it, getting covered in snow as Jeno and Jaemin went to go get him. 

Taeyong walked over to you guys to give you the keys before he saw Renjun, who resembled a snowman and Jeno and Jaemin helping said snowman. 

“Renjun, you okay?” He asked as Chenle, Hyuck and Yangyang laughed their asses off. Renjun just showed a thumbs up as they made their way up the hill again.

You thanked Taeyong for the keys as he and Hyuck made their way to the 127′s cabin and Yangyang to WayV’s. 

You walked to the cabin and went in, leaving your bags at the door. Jeno started the fire in the fireplace as Jisung and Chenle browsed the cabin while you and Jaemin asked Renjun if he wants cuddles to warm him up.

“Normally, I would say no, but I'm really cold, so I shall allow it.” he said before you and Jaemin looked at each other and cuddled the melted snowman. 

After cuddling for a bit, Jeno suggested deciding roommates, so once Chenle and Jisung got back, they reported on the rooms and you used a random pair up generator, since none of you had any preference.

Jeno and Chenle got the ground floor room, which was closest to the kitchen. Jaemin and Jisung got the room one level up, which had the best bathroom and you and Renjun got the top floor room, which had the best view. 

“You guys hungry?” Chenle asked, to which everyone nodded. “I’ll call Doyoung and ask if they know what they're going to eat.” Jeno said, picking up his phone. 

“I’ll take the bags to our room.” Jaemin said, taking his and Jisung’s stuff and walking up the stairs. 

“I’ll do the same.” Renjun said as Chenle and Jeno looked at each other before Chenle sighed. “I guess I shall too.”

Now, you and Jisung were watching Jeno as he called Doyoung. Apparently, there was a take out place not so far away, which did deliveries so they decided on that. 

Once the others got back, you told them and you made your way to the biggest cabin, which was 127′s. The others also came to the cabin and half an hour of everyone on their phone, the food had arrived. 

Taeyong suggested they used his new projector to watch something, so you did. You all gathered on the big couch and floor as the movie started playing on the wall while you ate.

Two movies later, Kun suggested going outside to make snowmen, while Yangyang suggested a snow ball fight, so you did both.

You started building the snowmen with Taeil and Winwin, but once you felt a snow ball hit your back, you said fuck it and joined the fight. 

You got a few throws in before you all got really cold and went back inside for some hot chocolate. 

Xiaojun, Kun, Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaemin and Jeno went to the nearby store to buy what you needed for breakfast while the others stayed in the big cabin and played a few games before Renjun got mad at Jisung’s team beating him.

“Jisung, meet me on the rooftop.” Renjun commented, making everyone laugh. 

You ended up talking to Chenle about something, but you forgot the Korean word for it, and the English word for it, you could only remember the word in German, only because you remember Yangyang teaching it to you a while back.

“Yangyang!” You yelled, grabbing Chenle’s hand and walked over to Yangyang. “Yes?” He asked.

“How do you say schwert in Korean?” You asked. “You mean sword?” Yangyang asked, which made you mentally slap yourself for not remembering. 

“What about in Korean?” Chenle asked, causing silence from the both of you until you both yelled “Mark!” and so, you, Chenle and Yangyang walked over to him.

“Yes?” He asked. “How do you say sword in Korean?” Yangyang asked, to which Mark just stared at all of you.

“Johnny!” Mark yelled as so, you, Chenle, Yangyang and Mark now walked towards Johnny asked him the same question.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning around to face you all. “How do you say sword in Korean?” Mark asked.

Johnny just looked at you all before pulling out his phone and googling google translate. “검 (Geom).” he said, showing you the translation. 

“We’re idiots, aren't we?” You asked. “Yup.” “Totally.” “The dumbest.”

“Wait, how do you say it in Chinese...” Chenle wondered before yelling “Renjun!”

It was getting late, so you said your goodbyes to the others and went back to your cabins, where Jaemin insisted on making you all dinner, so while he made dinner, you sat down on the couch and turned the tv on and searched fort the new buzzed unsolved episode on the YouTube section. 

“You started it without me?” Renjun asked, sitting right next to you. “I was searching.” You defended as Chenle sat down on the floor and waited for you to hit play.

As Jeno helped Jaemin, the rest of you watched the episode, you and Renjun on the couch, his legs lightly tossed over your lap as he leaned against the arm of the couch while Chenle sat right below you on the floor and Jisung next to him. 

“Dumbass.” Renjun commented. “You would do the same.” You said, laughing. “I would not!” he yelled. “You would.” Chenle and Jisung said in unison, making Renjun huff and continue watching in silence as you pet his head, jokingly. 

By the end of the episode, Renjun had turned so that his head was in your lap and his legs were on the arm of the chair as you played his hair and Chenle and Jisung were lazily spread out on the floor.

“Kids, dinner’s ready!” Jeno yelled, causing the two on the floor to groan and slowly get up. “You heard your dad, go.” you teased the two as Renjun got up and held his hand up to help you up.

You got to the kitchen and sat down, eating the food that Jaemin and Jeno prepared in silence.

On the ground floor, Jeno and Chenle tossed and turned, not being able to find a good position until Jeno said fuck it and got up. 

“Jaemin is probably cuddling with Jisung so they have a spare bed, so....se ya!” he said, holding up a peace sign before walking out the door. 

Once he got there, he opened the door to see Jaemin with all of his limbs wrapped around Jisung and thanked god before walking to the other bed and fell asleep.

Back on the ground floor, Chenle tried to sleep again but couldn't, so he said to himself “If Yn and Renjun are sleeping right now, I swear to god.” before getting up and walking to your room. 

He opened the door, and there you were, lying on the floor as a Taylor Swift song played. “What ya doing?” he asked.

“We’re talking about alien li-” “Nerds.” Chenle cut Renjun off before entering the room and lying next to you. 

“So, what exactly were you saying?” Chenle asked, turning his head to face you.

“How aliens could be monitoring us right now.” You said, turning your head to face him.

“But why? You two are so boring, what's there to see?” He said, making Renjun get up and tell you to hold him back, which you did. 

“You're just mad at the truth!” Chenle yelled, propping himself up as he laughed. 

Renjun started laughing too, and so did you, which ended up with all of you back on the floor, laughing, before one of you changed the subject back onto alien life and next thing you know, Jeno was at your door to tell you that its time for breakfast.

Once you finished breakfast, you ended up taking your sketchbook out, and so did Renjun. You spent the whole morning and a bit of the afternoon drawing and doodling with Renjun as Chenle and Jeno played games while Jaemin and Jisung were on their phones.

You looked up from your paper and saw them all having fun and relaxed in your chair.

“There truly is no place like home.” 

#dgfhasj #IM CRYING #nct-writers #nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #wayv #huang renjun #lee jeno #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung #nct au #nct dream au #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct scenario #nct dream scenarios #cabin

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Number three for the prompt list?

James has just taken his shirt off when the door to the apartment slams shut.  The bedroom door rattles in its frame, and James gives it a leery glance.  

“‘S probably Tasha,” says Steve from the bed.  He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his heart-print boxers.  “That’s usually her calling card, isn’t if?”

“Yeah...”  James finishes disrobing, then lets Steve talk him into the other pair of heart-print boxers left atop the dresser.  James doesn’t quite see the point when all their clothes will wind up on the floor, but the whole day is meant to be an indulgence.  

James’s mind is still floating when a second door slams, this one much closer.  His hearing isn’t what it used to be before he went overseas, but he’s pretty sure he hears Tasha’s voice scream ‘fuck’ under her breath.  

“She probably had a rough day,” Steve says decisively.  He can tell James is concerned, but obviously doesn’t want him to be.  “Wanna let her blow off some steam for a minute?”

“Sure...”  James tears his eyes from the wall that divides the rooms and looks into his boyfriend’s eyes.  Steve grins and lifts the bedcovers and gestures inside as if he were a chauffeur inviting James into the backseat of his car.  

James obliges, and within a minute Steve’s breath is hot on his neck as his hands explore the front of James’s pants.

Then suddenly there’s a clatter, a small scream, and a sound like jellybeans bouncing off the hardwood floor in Tasha’s room.

“I’m sorry,” James mutters, turning away and offering Steve his hand instead.  “I don’t know if she’s ok.”

“You owe me a do over.”

James grins.  “Of course.”  

He finds Steve’s t-shirt, which helpfully falls below his hips, and throws it over his head, then tiptoes out into the hall and knocks carefully on Tasha’s door.

“Hey, Tash?  You alright?”

“Fine...”  But Tasha’s voice sounds muffled and strange.  James puts his ear to the door, and as he listens, he hears a shuffling sound, then ‘ow.’

“I’m gonna come in, just to check on you,” James announces before turning the knob.  

Tasha’s lying on her stomach on the floor, a small pile of red pills swept up near her shoulder, and a few more in the valley between the baseboard and the paneled flooring, just out of her reach.

“What’cha doing?” James asks, noting the upturned white bottle on the rug beside her bed.  “Did you lose some pills?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Tasha says savagely.  She’s slurring a bit, and James wonders what substance came before this.  For something must’ve.

“Ok.”  James drops to his knees and carefully catches the last few pesky pills.  Then he goes to return the to their bottle, but Tasha takes his wrist.

“No, I want them.”  She sits up enough to shakily take the water bottle off her bedside table and start gulping down capsules from their pile on the floor.  Then she holds her hand out to James.  

James sighs.  As much as he hates to give in, three more won’t kill her.  “Hm.”  James bites his lip and closes his fist.  “If I give you these, will you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“You know perfectly well what.”  James smiles patiently.  “What happened, and what did you take?”

“Fuck you, you know that?”

“Yeah, you and Steve are gonna have to confer...”

Tasha looks at him sideways, and James cracks a grin.

Once she’s finished glaring, Tasha digs in her pocket, coming up with a small metallic object.  She roughly passes it to James, then crosses her arms over her chest.

“Ok...”  James examines the item, which appears to be one half of a cheaply made best friends necklace.  “Where’d you get it?”

“Fuckin’ Maria.”

“Well, that was sweet of her,” James says blandly.

“She’s my goddamn dealer,” Tasha blurts out.  “Sometimes a fuckbuddy.  Definitely not my best friend.”

“Maybe she was just being nice,” James says, hating himself for repeating the line the therapists and foster mothers used to tell them all the time.

“We were just gonna get drinks at Dave and Busters ‘cause she knows the server and we wouldn’t get ID’d,” Tasha tearfully explains.  “But then she went and played ski ball, and won fucking tickets, and gave me that piece of shit.”

“See, she wasn’t thinking,” James says.  “She was hammered, and she just wanted to tell you she kinda thinks you’re ok to be around.”

“Then why didn’t she just say it?”  Tasha swallows the last of the pills in her mound and reaches for the ones in James’s hand.

“Because it does’t come out so nice when you do.  It doesn’t seem so meaningful.”

“And that’s better?” Tasha inclines her head toward the necklace.

“She does’t know how many foster sisters you had to be fake friends with, does she?”

Tasha hiccups and shakes her head.  

“Well, you could talk to her about it,” James suggests.  “Or...” He already knows Tasha will take the alternative without even hearing what it is.  He loosens his grip on the last few pills and holds them out.  Tasha eagerly snatches the up and swallows them quickly.

“So, just out of curiosity,” James says, reaching up to cup Tasha’s pale cheek.  “How many drinks before this...” he quickly calculates based on the approximate visuals.  “Full bottle of pills?”

Tasha pauses.  “Three?” she guesses.  “Four?”

They both seem low estimates, seeing as she handles her liquor well for one so small, and that she’s shook up enough to talk to James without much prodding.

“Or five or six?” James translates.

Tasha shrugs.  “I won’t puke.”

“Liar.:

“For a while, at least.”

“Right.”  James takes the empty water bottle from Tasha’s hands and scoops her up round the waist.  “Come on.  You’re sleeping in the big bed tonight.”

“But... Steve...” Tasha drunkenly complains.  “And your special night.”

“We’ll reschedule,” James says, leading her across the hall.  Then, “Sorry, Stevie.  We’ve got a guest.  Please tell me you have clothes on.”

Steve looks like a ghost in the corner, yanking his head through the neck of James’s slightly too tight t shirt.  “Yeah, I’m good,” he mutters.

“Ooh,” Tasha sighs as James lays her down in the center of the bed, then stretches out beside her.  

“What, you seasick, or seeing stars?” James reaches for the trash bin under the nightstand, prepared either way.

“Pretty...”

“Ah, well, that’s nice.”

“Sure is,” Steve says grumpily from the pillow on Tasha’s other side.

“Hey, another day, another dollar,” James says.  “We’ll try again once she’s well enough to sleep it off on her own.”

“Promise?”

“Of course.”  James throws his arm across Tasha, hugging her to his side, then entwines his fingers with Steve’s.  “Thanks for putting up with all this, you know.”

“Our little family is so weird,” Steve says quietly.  “But I kind of love it.”

“I really love it,” James replies.  “And I’m glad that you do.”

Tasha nuzzles the back of her head into the pillow as she looks back and forth between James and Steve.  “And,” she coos.  “I love you.”

#marvel #mcu #captain america #fanfic #fanfiction #chasing ghosts #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #hurt/comfort #sickfic #drug use #alcohol #angst #romance approaching smut #but no smut

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100 Weird AU's? Yes.

So, I had these AU prompts on my phone for quite a while, and I was actually thinking about using them. And what better way to do it than using them with the Tracy's?

Reading and reading these prompts again (and under the gentle guidance of @willow-salix ) I thought that these prompts doesn't exactly match the brothers' everyday situation, but what if we push it past its limit? Yes, biting more that you can chew can be a little difficult, but I don't think it will be impossible. And that's where this challenge is born!

Get the Tracy's out of International Rescue's bubble and let them live an everyday situation as normal people! They can also be medieval nobles or even futuristic robots, the choice's up to you! You can choose from soo many things others don't even think about (and not even me, for a while)!

Many thanks to @tag2060 for the cover and @willow-salix for the support (both emotional and 'fic-ical'. I love both of you💚

NOTE: THESE PROMPTS AREN'T ALL MINE. I TOOK THEM FROM A GIRL I'M NOT IN CONTACT WITH ANYMORE, BUT I WAS TOLD I COULD USE THEM. ALL CREDITS FOR THESE AU'S GO TO HER, WHATEVER IS HER NAME (lmao). THE GOLD MARKED ONES (7, 11, 20, 23, 39, 47, 63, 64, 70, 83, 89, 91, 93, 96, 100) ARE ALL MINE, IN SUBSITUTION OF A FEW THAT WERE THERE, SO CREDIT FOR THE GOLDEN MARKED ONES GOES TO ME, BUT NOT EVERY ONE OF THEM.

NOTE²: SOME OF THE PROMPTS CONTAIN STRONG THEMES, LIKE DEPRESSION AND SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE SENSIBLE TO THESE THEMES, DON'T DO THEM, NOBODY FORCES YOU IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE.

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To participate in this challenge, all you have to do is take one of the AU prompts from the list, one or more (or all) Tracy characters, and post your fic (can be a ficlet, or a series) under the tag #100weirdTracys and #100weirdAUs.

If you don't want to participate, please don't harass/bully me. I made this challenge just for fun, and I don't want for it to feel like something bad. In fact, I don't even regret doing this thing, even if it's strange.

Ah, I almost forgot: this challenge will be over in December, so you have 4 months to choose a prompt and make a fic about it. On December I'll review all the fics, but I'll always be reblogging and reading during these 4 months lol.

If you want to tell me something, hit me up on DM's! I hope you have fun with those prompts and those bois!

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TO RESUME:

• Swearing is allowed.

• You can write as many words as you want!

• Oc's and muses can pop in too!

• Make sure to tag your fic(s) under the '#100weirdTracys' and '#100weirdAUs' tags, so that I can find them easily.

• Always tag or contact me if you need help with anything! I'll be more than glad to help you!

• If you decide to do the mature prompts (19, 90, just to state an example) please refrain from using a too mature language and don't go further than making up. I don't like that kind of language, so it would be peachy to just avoid writing so they make wild sex behind a bush. Any kind of very mature fic or language won't be read by me, I'm sorry. You can still use those prompts, but don't work their bed life too much.

• Any dialect or first language apart from english is more than welcome in this yard! I would love even to read snippets of foreign language in fics, as long as there's a translation near it, but you're not forced to write in another language. If you don't feel comfortable doing it just don't do it, even if I'm telling you. (For the record, I love Irish so much I could listen to a person speaking this language for hours and you won't hear me complaining).

• I will accept this challenge in whatever form it takes, be it a fic, a drawing, a song, etc. I’m open to anything and I watch everything that comes before me!

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That said, you can find the prompts down here:⬇️

 #1 I saved you from drowning!AU

#2 I broke into your house at two in the morning because I was drunk and I thought it was my house!AU

#3 I am a door-to-door seller please buy something!AU

#4 I grabbed the wrong luggage at the airport!AU

#5 I know we hate each other, but a wedding would be more convenient for both of us!AU

#6 I accidentally poured you a love potion!AU

#7 I sent you 12 messages but you left me on read!AU

#8 I am your secret admirer and I leave you anonymous cards!AU

#9 Sorry, but I was first in line!AU

#10 We don’t know each other but let's pretend to be together because someone is bothering me!AU

#11 We pack up to do a funny trip but we end up in Bolivia without fuel!AU

#12 Locked in quarantine and we're bored! AU

#13 I do everything to find out the identity of this superhero and you try to mislead me because it’s really you!AU

#14 I got into a taxi just to find out it was already occupied!AU

#15 I called the wrong number!AU

#16 I got into the wrong car OMG I'm ashamed, but while you’re there why don’t you give me a ride!AU

#17 I found a wallet and my business is to find the owner and return it!AU

#18 I am a street artist and you complain that I play in front of your house at night!AU

#19 I caught you watching porn!AU

#20 We're two strangers that start chatting while waiting for the bus!AU

#21 Nosy and sloppy roommates!AU

#22 Old childhood friends who come back after years!AU

#23 I got shot to the arm/leg but you're there to save me and OMG ILY!AU

#24 We’re sitting next to each other on a plane and please don’t throw up on me!AU

#25 We accidentally switched phones!AU

#26 We are both contestants in a reality show and let's pretend to be together because the audience will ship us!AU

#27 I am a wedding planner and my ex’s wedding had to happen to me!AU

#28 I learned sign language to communicate with you!AU

#29 Professional model and novice photographer!AU

#30 Sorry I ran you over!AU

#31 We make out and then I find out that you are my roommate’s boyfriend!AU

#32 I’m quoting aloud the last book of a series and I’m spoiling you!AU

#33 It is a universally acknowledged truth that a bachelor with a large fortune must be looking for a wife!AU

#34 I am a Partisan and you are a fascist!AU(Italy during World War II!AU)

#35 I am the blood of the dragon!AU (Iron Throne!AU)

#36 Your dog is hitting on mine!AU

#37 I’m depressed and I decide to call a hotline!AU

#38 You are my soulmate but I am in love with someone else!AU

#39 Strange encounter at tattoo shop!AU

#40 On my mark, unleash hell!AU(Roman Empire!AU)

#41 I am an Elf, don’t look at me for ears I am ashamed of!AU(The Lord of the Rings!AU)

#42 Maybe my life should be more than just survival!AU(The 100!AU)

#43 I am an activist and I am trying to convert you to the cause!AU

#44 We are occupying the school but you are a spoilsport!AU

#45 All our friends are drunk and we're not!AU

#46 We’ve been together for three months and now you’re telling me you’re a werewolf!AU

#47 X has to go into a rocket to the moon and Y has to train X!

#48 Knight in shining armor and damsel in distress!AU

#49 We reluctantly team up against the zombie apocalypse!AU

#50 I’m a vampire and your smell is driving me nuts!AU(Twilight!AU)

#51 Monsters have attacked the Earth and the only way to save humanity is aboard giant robots piloted by two people who must maintain a mental union!AU(Pacific Rim!AU)

#52 My timer stopped as soon as I saw you!AU(Soulmate!AU)

#53 I need a lawyer and you are the best!AU

#54 I’m a Viking and I plundered your ship!AU

#55 I’m a classic dandy from the Regency Age and you’re just a silly girl from the lower middle class!AU

#56 I’m a policeman and you’re an intrusive journalist and I really shouldn’t give you any information about the new murder!AU

#57 You are a wannabe actress and I am a theatrical director who is losing patience and health!AU

#58 Due to a computer error, X and Y become college roommates!AU

#59 X wants to see the world of Y, how he lives and what he usually does, and ends up spending a night in prison!AU

#60 I attend the yoga course just to watch how flexible the instructor is!AU

#61 I am a bounty hunter and you are my prey!AU

#62 I am a secret spy and pretend to be your friend only to get information about your father!AU

#63 I discuss with you about a thing but you have in mind another!AU

#64 We are forced to be best friends just because our moms were best friends too but you're too bossy for me!AU

#65 We broke up but I never changed emergency contacts and now I’m in the hospital and they called you!AU

#66 I am an angel and you are a demon!AU

#67 I hit you on the balls during a game of paintball and oh my god I am so sorry!AU

#68 We live in a dystopian world where your partner is chosen by society!AU(Matched!AU)

#69 I’m a dragon trainer I’ll prove to you that they are peaceful creatures!AU(Dragon Trainer!AU)

#70 Date at japanese restaurant!AU

#71 You’re a cheerleader and I’m a punk and we live in two different worlds!AU

#72 I was a zombie and I was "re-animated" but you treat me like I’m still a monster!AU(In the Flesh!AU)

#73 I am your son’s teacher and I am calling to talk to you about his conduct, would he also come to dinner with me!AU

#74 I am an Achaean warrior and you Trojan and we are fighting the Trojan War!AU

#75 I met my asshole boss at the bar but I found out he’s pretty cool!AU

#76 It was not my intention to touch your ass, it’s just that the bus is crowded, it’s not my fault ok!AU

#77 I went fishing and accidentally fished a mermaid!AU

#78 I just committed a crime and I need to use you as a hostage!AU

#79 You’re the bastard who always parks in front of my door and in spite I’ll scratch your car!AU

#80 I accidentally went back in time and fell in love with you, too bad you’re a barbarian!AU

#81 I urgently need you to fix my computer but please don’t judge me for my chronology!AU

#82 I work on the cruise ship where you are spending your holidays!AU

#83 I'm out in the rainstorm without an umbrella because the weather forecast was sunny!AU

#84 I hugged the wrong person from behind!AU

#85 Celebrity on the run and ordinary citizen confused!AU

#86 Stuck in a ranch cleaning horse poop but it doesn’t matter because that cowboy is a badass!AU

#87 We got married in Vegas, but we’re total strangers!AU

#88 But, officer, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I was just smoking a joint, want a hit!AU

#89 X is an astronaut and Y is a weird but funny alien that likes to scream, overreact and laugh!AU

#90 I slept with you for a bet but I loved it and I’d like to keep seeing you!AU

#91 I reveal to some friends that you wear boxers/underwear with green aliens on them but you're behind me and oh gosh total shame!AU

#92 Oops I accidentally entered a busy dressing room!AU

#93 You're a stranger but I keep crossing paths with you and I'm kinda confused right now!AU

#94 X is a medium and Y a ghost!AU

#95 X is a guardian angel and Y wants to die!AU

#96 X accidentally enters in a cat and Y has to rescue it from up a tree!AU

#97 X risks losing the house because Y’s company wants to buy the land!AU

#98 I’m an artist and I need a model do you want to pose for me!AU

#99 I’m not really sick but the new doctor is so beautiful that I found out I have a disease with an unpronounceable name!AU

#100 A strange job application!AU

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If you find them more practical, I also have some photos down here with all the prompts organized:⬇️

That said, enjoy! Hope it brings you joy and makes you happy while you do it!💙💚🧡💛❤💜💖🖤

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[ao719]

Best life prompts 37. “Are you planning on coming down from that tree anytime soon?” OMG THIS IS SO CHARLOTTE

@loveellamae Haha! Ok, here we go.

Prompt is from this list and will appear in bold. You can catch up on Full Disclosure here.

Liam opened the door to his and Charlotte’s quarters to meet her for lunch after his meeting had ended. When he stepped inside he immediately noticed the quiet, which was never a good sign. “Charlotte?” He called her name. The nanny emerged from the nursery upon hearing him and Liam felt his heart turn to mush as he spotted his daughter’s bright blue eyes and gummy grin from down the hall. Her legs kicked wildly as she squealed and cooed in excitement when he reached for her. “Hello, my princess,” he smiled as he took her into his arms and kissed Eleanor’s cheek before she nuzzled into his broad chest. “Where is Her Majesty?” He asked the nanny as he rubbed Eleanor’s back.

“She was taking Chance for a brief walk before your lunch, sir. I was just about to grab this little one’s bottle,” she smiled.

“Ok,” he nodded. He kissed the top of Eleanor’s head, “I’m going to go find mommy. I’ll be right back.” He gently handed her back to the nanny before walking out. He spotted Anthony, Charlotte’s guard, in the corridor. “Do you know where Charlotte went for her walk?”

“She was heading out to the gardens, sir. But that was...” he trailed off looking down at his watch, “at least an hour ago. I thought she had come back inside by now.”

“She probably got lost in the maze again,” Liam chuckled before walking off to go find her.

As Liam walked outside to the gardens, he could hear the sound of Chance’s bark echoing from the maze. He entered the hedges and followed the sound while walking through the pathways, coming to the center a short time later, furrowing his brows. At the bottom of the large tree in the center of the maze Chance stood on his back legs with his front paws pressed against the large trunk of the tree, looking up and barking, Charlotte nowhere in sight.

“What’s wrong, boy?” Chance’s head turned at the sound of his voice, his fluffy bottom wagging ferociously. “Where’s mommy?” Chance looked back up in the tree and barked again. Liam stepped up next to him, his hands slipped into his pockets, and he looked up. He closed his eyes shaking his head at the sight of Charlotte halfway up the tree straddling a branch, her legs dangling on either side. “Love?” He called up to her.

Charlotte looked down. “Hi...”

She’s crying...in a tree. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she sniffled.

“Are you stuck?”

“N-No. I am not stuck,” her breath hitched.

“Are you sure?” He chuckled.

“I am not stuck.”

“Then why are you crying...in a tree? And why are you in the tree to begin with?” And how the hell did you even get up there?

“I brought Chance out for a walk...and he ran into the maze. When I got to the center, I heard this chirping. There was...a little baby bird,” her voice squeaked.

He immediately knew. “And you climbed the tree...to put it back in its nest...”

“Yes...”

“Ok...did you get it back into the nest?”

“Yes.”

“So why are you crying...and still in the tree?”

“Because then I realized...that because I touched it...its mother isn’t going to come back. And now it’s going to be an orphan! And it’s all my fault,” she cried. “It’s going to be like that children’s book...you know, the one that Eleanor has...where the little baby bird goes to all the other animals...and asks ‘are you my mother?’ And I didn’t want...to leave it all alone.” And I’m stuck.

Liam dropped his head and covered his mouth to quiet his laugh. After a moment he looked back up at her. “You know that’s just a myth, right? The mother will come back, love.”

“It will?”

“Yes.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, Charlotte.”

She smiled down at him as she wiped her cheeks before looking back to the bird in its nest. “Your mama is going to come back for you...”

“Do you feel better now?” He chuckled.

“Yeah,” she smiled fondly at the little bird.

A silence settled between them for a moment. “So...are you planning on coming down from that tree anytime soon?”

“Um...yeah.”

Liam let out a frustrated breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re stuck aren’t you?”

“Maybe...”

He shook his head as he looked back up into the tree, “Just come back down the way you went up.”

“I was in rescue mode and turned into a damn spider monkey, Liam! I don’t even know how the hell I got up!”

It was a good question, one Liam was asking himself, almost wishing he had been there to see it. “Just use the branches, Charlotte. And for the love of God, be careful. You’re the last person who should climb a damn tree. Ever.” Liam watched her slowly begin to work her way down. His body jerked forward the few times her foot slipped. “Almost there, just use those last two branches there and I should be able to reach you.” Liam reached his arms up bracing himself to grab her. Her foot slipped and she grabbed hold of the branch, but not quick enough, yelping as her hands slipped and she plummeted down, landing on top of Liam and knocking him to the ground.

Charlotte’s body was shaking with laughter and she moved to his chest, looking down at him. “Are you...alright?” She snorted through her giggles.

“Yes,” he grumbled. He looked at her as she continued to laugh, unable to stop the smile from forming. He cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. “As I’ve said before...you’re a walking ball of chaos, a hazard on two feet, and the biggest pain right in my ass...but dammit if I don’t love you.”

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[yoonguurt]

The King

A/N: I got excited and decided to post the first part a day early. Oops. I am so happy to start off this series and I love this so much. This amazing moodboard was made by the even more amazing @bopping-to-my-kpop​! I love it so much!

Seungcheol knew this day would come his entire life. He has been preparing to become king almost from the time he could speak. Being the eldest has its perks, he can always pull rank when Ji-yoo and Chan were arguing with him about something and to be honest he loved that, but now the role he was born to play was upon him. Sitting in front of all of his people, he put on a smile and gave a bow. “As king, I promise to always do my best to make sure our entire kingdom flourishes. Thank you for all of your support” he spoke loudly as he gave a finally wave and disappeared behind a curtain. 

He could hear the chatter on the other side of the curtain and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He dragged his feet on the way back to the meeting room only to receive a scolding coming from his right. “Pick up your feet. You were raised better than that. Why are you acting like this is the end of the world? You knew this day would come eventually.” Jeonghan, his best friend and adviser walked beside him with a slight scowl at his behavior. He knew Jeonghan was right, this wasn’t the end of the world, and he was happy that he was king. He had so many ideas on how to improve the life of his people, it was just that suddenly despite all his preparations, he didn’t feel at all prepared. 

You stood in the hallway with the new maid, trying to keep the smile on your face. This one had managed to step on the curtains and cause a huge tear. You remember being new in the palace so you had sympathy, but this was the third accident she had caused today. You were thinking of sending her to the kitchen where at least her accidents could be contained to where important eyes couldn’t see. “Seo-yun, it’s ok, accidents happen. Let’s go to the kitchen to talk to Mingyu about helping him out, yeah?” You spoke softly, not wanting to upset the girl further. You had always made sure not to talk harshly to those under your leadership, you didn’t feel like that helped anyone in the long run.

You had begun working as a maid at the palace in your early teens and you had thoroughly enjoyed it. The head maid at that time was definitely strict, but she had never given up on you. You worked your way from scrubbing the bathroom floors, to taking over your mentor’s position when the time came for her to step down. She had told you she had chosen you to take over and you were flooded with happiness, but you weren’t sure you were up to the task. She had always said you were a great worker, but you were a little too soft. When you brought your worries up, she gave you a tired smile and told you to use that to your advantage, just because she was rough around the edges didn’t mean you had to be. Use what worked for you. So, you had and it had worked. You had an amazing staff under you and you were looked up to.

Leading Seo-yun down the hall to the kitchen, you came across Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and you quickly stopped to curtsey before the new king. You had known him for years, and you knew he hated when you did it, but he was king now and you knew to show the proper respect. You heard a sigh and lifted your head to see a slight pout on Seungcheol’s face and a narrow eyed Jeonghan. “You know I really hate when you do that, Y/N” he spoke to you in a rather casual manner. Moving your eyes to the girl on your left and back to his quickly you gave him a quick “Just showing the proper respect, Your Majesty” causing a snort from Jeonghan before he quickly recovered. The adviser’s eyes suddenly grew wide in recognition, “You! You’re the one who broke the vase this morning! Do you know how important that vase was?” You cleared your throat before he could start in again. Seungcheol took that moment to tell his friend to calm down. You took that opportunity to curtsey again before giving your parting words. “It was an honor as always, Your Majesty, but I really need to get Seo-yun to the kitchen to see if that’s a better fit for her.” you shifted your eyes to Jeonghan before shifting them back to Seungcheol and continuing. “Have a good day, sir.” You gave him a genuine smile, and hurried your newest maid down the hall, while your heart tried to resume its normal pace.

Seungcheol watched you walk away, invisible strings tugging at his heart, and Jeonghan nudged him signaling it was time to continue towards the meeting room. As he reached his old familiar desk, he let out another sigh, prompting another scolding from his trusty adviser. He flipped through the papers on his desk, looking to see what business he had to attend to in the coming days. Most were routine things, there would be some visiting nobles, an ambassador from the neighboring kingdom, and it seems he had a theft case to review which was not something he had to do much. Once paper in particular caught his eye. As his eyes scanned the words on the page, they widened the farther along he got. 

“Why so soon? I JUST got crowned today. Why are we already planning balls to find me a wife?” His tone gave away just how annoyed Seungcheol was with this process. Sure, he’d always known that he would need a queen, but he didn’t realize he’d need to start the search this soon after being crowned. “Can you calm down, you’re giving me a headache.” Seungcheol watched as his friend rubbed his temples with a sigh as he continued speaking. “Who knows how long it’s going to take you to choose someone, especially since I have to make you stop watching Y/N walk away. It’s better to start the process now.” He knew Jeonghan was right, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Doing his best to force a smile, he looked up. “So. When’s the ball?”

“I mean, she’s a little accident prone, but you can work with that. Please, Mingyu? I can see she works hard, she just needs a starting point.” You knew Mingyu would give in to you, he may have been a big man, but he was sweet. “Ok fine, but she needs to try her best. Jeonghan just informed we that we have a ball next weekend and I have a whole menu to plan and execute” Ball? You hadn’t heard anything about a ball? Jeonghan must have forgotten to tell you when he was busy yelling at Seo-yun. You gave Mingyu a hug, thanking him immensely and told Seo-yun to try hard and to be careful before turning and heading to search for Seokmin to see if he knew anything about this ball.

As Seungcheol lay in his chambers, he thought over the events of the day. Being crowned had felt like such an honor and he was very happy to have the crown, but the other things not so much. He wanted to set into motion helping his kingdom, did he really have to marry someone for that to happen? And someone he didn’t even love at that? Without really meaning for it to, his mind shifted. He began thinking about the encounter in the hallway. He knew that you had only curtseyed like that to set an example for your new maid, but he still hated it. He hated when you acted as if you were below him, because in his eyes you weren’t. You were just Y/N who he had known for years. Just the one woman who owned his heart. 

You awake before the sun the next, heart a little heavy. You had tried to talk yourself into not feeling this way, but it was no use. You didn’t want there to be a ball to find a bride, but you also knew there was no other option. He was a king and you were simply just staff, you had grown used to that feeling, but today it hurt worse.

Seungcheol sat at his desk in the meeting room, finalizing the guest list for the ball. He had been at this for hours and he just needed a break. He stood and stretched, moving into the hallway to walk about the palace. He thought it might be nice to visit with some of the staff, keep up a good relationship with the people he employed. He passed the visiting noble, Seungkwan, in the hall and greeted him with a small hello and kept about his way. Thinking on it briefly, he turned to head towards the kitchen. He knew you spent a good amount of time there, but if anyone asked, he could tell them he was checking on the menu. As he neared the kitchen, Jeonghan came storming out, covered in flour. Seungcheol opened his mouth to ask what happened only to be met with a hand and a swift “Don’t.” Chuckling to himself, he turned into the kitchen.

For you, watching Seungcheol walk into a room was like looking directly into the sun. He always seemed to just shine and light up the whole room. He came in, eyes searching the room until he found yours. He gave you a large, genuine smile before turning to Mingyu. You could hear them discussing the menu for the ball, and your heart did that nasty twist again. You tried to focus on your task of sweeping, but that proved difficult. Especially when you heard him say your name. “Oh,and Y/N while you’re here. Do you mind walking with me? I’d like to go over some details for the ball.” You had never wanted to say no to him more than you did right now, but you did your best to smile and nodded.

Walking through the halls, you were both silent. Seungcheol wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to make himself. When you had finally reached the ballroom, he had finally talked himself into letting the words flow, but it seemed his mouth and his mind had two different plans. "We've decided to use blue and gold for the decorations." That was in no way what he had wanted to say. Why had that come out?  He didn't want to talk about decorations, he wanted to ask you if you would be attending. Looking toward you, he saw you give a small nod and look around the room to start your planning. After staring at you for a few beats, he opened his mouth to speak again. 

“Will you be attending the ball?” You heard the words come out of his mouth, but you weren’t sure you were hearing them correctly. Why did it matter if you were attending? And why would he want to know? You continued to look around the room, deciding what was going to go where. You could hang nice royal blue curtains from the window on the right, and do gold curtains on the left. You knew there was a nice gold and blue rug you could have placed at the door. You needed to make sure the floor got polished so it would shine while guests were dancing.”Y/N?” you heard him call you and you realized you had been so lost in your preparations that you hadn’t answered his question. He looked at you with soft eyes, awaiting your answer. “I hadn’t planned on it. It’s my night off and it isn’t really a place for me.” You spoke softly, eyes on the floor, silently hoping that would be the end of it. Your heart couldn’t take this conversation, and to be honest you really weren’t sure you could hide your disappointment. Seungcheol was quiet for a moment, seemingly taking in your answer before he gave you one of his own. “I’d really like you to be there. It would mean alot to me.” Right then you knew, there was no other option for you. It would hurt to watch him with the many women that would certainly be attending, but you wouldn’t tell him no.

On the morning of the ball, Seungcheol found himself rather anxious. He knew there was a lot riding on tonight. He didn’t HAVE to choose a lady to court tonight, but he knew that it would look good if he did. He didn’t want to rush this process, though. He had hopes things would go his way, but he was ready to fall to a backup plan if they didn’t. He had thought long and hard about his decision and he knew that he had to at least give it a shot. He spent the day making final decisions and making sure everything was as he wanted it. He stood in his room getting ready for the ball with Jeonghan at his side. He gestured to the corner to his right, looking his trusted companion in the eye. “Have that delivered to Y/N’s room.” He could tell his words had somewhat shocked his friend, but they had also talked about his thoughts and though Jeonghan had told him to really think hard, he knew he would be supported if this was what he really wanted. “Are you sure about this?” Jeonghan’s words made him chuckle slightly, before he nodded. He had never been more sure of anything in his life.

Once you were done with making sure everything was absolutely perfect, you headed to your room. Of course you had told Seungcheol you would be at the ball, despite your better judgement, but now you had no idea what you were going to do. Sure, you had some nice clothes, but nothing fitting of a ball. You opened your door, ready to just flop on your bed for a moment to think about how you were going to handle this night, and stopped before you could fall to the bed. Something was amiss. Laid out on your bed was a dress, a dress that you had never seen. It’s long dark blue fabric spread over your bed, ends falling off the edges. Placed neatly on top was a card. “I’d be honored if you wore this tonight- Cheol”

Seungcheol had sweaty palms as he waited to see if you were actually coming. He had already had a few dances and while they were pleasant and beautiful women, they weren’t you. Their smiles didn’t light up rooms and their laughs didn’t make his heart beat faster. As his dance ended, he shifted his weight between feet, knowing someone else would approach him soon. He just happened to look up at the perfect moment. There you were. The dress fit you just as perfectly as he had hoped, and they blue went nicely with your skin, gold trim at the bottom making the look complete. It was like he lost all ability to think. He just stood there for a moment, mouth agape before Jeonghan drifted by and closed muttering to him about just going.

You looked up to see Seungcheol walking in your direction, and he looked divine. His dark hair fell just slightly into his eyes, and you weren’t sure you had ever seen anything more beautiful. His smile lit up his face and your heart just melted right then. All the nervousness and worry you had felt before stepping inside the room melted with it. He stopped in front of you, smile still prominent on his face. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” You blushed slightly at his words, looked down and mumbled a thank you. Lifting your head, you noticed his hand was outstretched towards you and you gently placed your hand in his. He led you to the center of the floor, and while you could see the many disgruntled looks you were getting, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. If he was going to marry someone else, you would at least have this dance. 

Seungcheol held you close as the music began, nervousness still slightly present. As the two of you moved, it seemed to him as if time had slowed. He could still see and hear the people around, but only a little. He felt as if he had never belonged more than he did in that moment. Neither of you dared speak, afraid to break whatever spell had been cast on you, you just danced. When the song ended, he could hear the soft, sad sigh you made and he felt his heart twist. He never wanted you to be sad and if there was anything in the world he could do to keep that from happening, he would. A woman came up to his left, trying to catch his attention. He gave her a small smile, before letting her know that he would be dancing another dance with you.

You couldn’t hide your surprise at his turning way of the noble woman, but he just smiled before bowing and asking for another dance. You quickly agreed and the music started up again. You were expecting silence again, but Seungcheol seemed to have other plans.”Y/N, I want to thank you for accepting my invitation. I’m so very glad you joined me tonight.” You hid your face slightly, telling him it was no big deal. “Oh, but it is. It means the world to me that you came.” You couldn’t stop the word from falling out of your mouth, even though you wanted to. “Why?” The look on his face was a mixture of confusion and hurt, and you wished you could take it back. He quickly regained his composure, stopping the dance to hold your face in between his hands. “I’m supposed to be looking for someone to be my queen, but I don’t need to. I think I had decided on a queen years ago, it just took me until now to say it. It’s you, Y/N. Always has been. Will you be my queen?”

Your face was a mess of shock, you could just feel it. Seungcheol’s eyes never left your face, waiting for you to answer him. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes. After all these years of pining for a man you could never have, the emotions finally let themselves out. Your hand left your side and landed on top of his hands, and the worry hit. You looked around the room, expecting to see many angry faces, but were met with more smiles than scowls. Even Jeonghan had a small smile. You looked back to Seungcheol and gave him a wide smile and a nod. He gave you a smile back, before planting his lips firmly on yours for a brief but passionate kiss. You were slightly shocked still, but the happiness outweighed that. It was odd to think that you would be looked at as queen one day, but then again, you never could tell Seungcheol no.

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Secret Life

*Not My Gif*

Request: Hey can I get a Peter x Strk Reader where she is undercover to watch him and they get really close (if you know what I mean) and then he finds out at liz’s party or homecoming and then calls it off? I love you and your writing is beautiful! Could this be a mini-series?

Requested by: Anonymous

Post Date: 6-21-19

Paring: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: Sorry I hadn’t posted in a few days, I try to post a request every day. This was one that someone requested like in May, so my bad on the wait. I got a lot of love on my Stark Reader posts so I hope you all like this one as well. Let me know what you think! Also didn’t edit this as much as I’d like, so if there is a mistake then please tell me!

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Your eyes were watery and your throat closed up, trying to keep the sobs from falling. You weren’t sure how exactly you got here, sitting on top of a random apartment building in Queens with your legs dangling off the edge, but you knew the moments leading up to this. It all started a few months ago.

— — —

“Hey kid!” Tony yelled as he chucked a stress ball at your head to get your attention. You caught It without even needing to look up already knowing he was going to do that. Finishing the last few sentences on a report you were doing, you glanced up and rolled your eyes at the fake offended look your dad was giving you.

“What’s up?” You smirked. You got up from the couch to head over to him as you crossed your arms waiting for him to continue.

“We got you a mission.” Your eyes brighten at this. You’ve basically been locked up since the whole Civil War issue between your family, which wouldn’t have been a bad thing if you hadn’t basically been in lock up since you moved in with your father. You were 9 when your mom died, leaving you in the care of your only known relative, Tony Stark. He didn’t believe at first that you were his and demanded that several DNA tests were taken, but once it proved you weren’t lying, you were left in Iron Man’s life. Knowing how his enemy’s would want to use you as a target he kept you out of the limelight, no one knew you existed except a few important people as well as the team. You didn’t really mind this at first, thanking the solitude as you adjusted to this new life. You watched as your dad built suit after suit without him knowing you were there, and he never did. Natasha taught you how to fight, just in case someone did find you, you knew how to protect yourself. You got quite good at sneaking around and being a Stark, naturally gifted in the knowledge category, so you took it upon yourself to build a suit. You spent years on it, perfecting it in ways you aren’t even sure really mattered, but when you tested it? Oh that bad boy was amazing! The next time the avengers went out on a mission, you snuck on the jet with them, hiding the best you could so you weren’t seen. It seemed to work because as soon as they landed you joined the fight. Tony just about freaked out until he watched you kick some ass. He was still worried but knew Natasha had you covered in the fighting and apparently you had a greatly made suit. But after the fight was over you got an ear full. But he came around. And you saw yourself joining the team in more and more missions. However, once the accords came into the mix and split your family up, you weren’t allowed on any missions. So now, Tony letting you out was a big deal.

“What’s the mission?”

“Remember the spider guy from Germany? The one I brought in?” You nodded your head waiting for how this involves you. “He’s a kid. Lives in Queens and I want you to shadow him. Make sure he’s not getting himself into anything he shouldn’t. Just watch him from afar. Don’t get involved.”

“You want me to babysit him? Save him from the monsters?” You mocked, dropping your shoulders. There was no way you were going to just watch over some kid from Queens who wants to play hero while you weren’t allowed to. You rolled your eyes and headed over the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before jumping onto the counter. “Look dad. There’s no way you’re sending me to watch over some kid. What’s so special about him anyways?” You asked hoping that you could find a way to get out of it.

“Well first off Miss Sass, he’s older than you so he’s not a kid. And second, it doesn’t matter why he’s special. You’re going, end of discussion.”

“But dad! I-“

“I said you’re going. Here. It’s a file with everything we have on him. Happy will be here in a hour to pick you up for school.” He said as he chucked a file on the counter next to you. You glanced down at it before pushing it away.

“I’m not going to school. I finished high school 2 years ago, remember?” You said jumping off the counter. You were determined to make this as hard as you could if you had no choice.

“No. Y/N Stark finished High School 2 years ago. Y/N Y/L/N still has a few more years.” He hands you another file with your picture on front. You scoff as you grab it, thumbing through its contents.

“What’s with the files? You couldn’t just tell me this?” You mumble looking back up at him.

He smirked as he grabbed Spider-Man’s file off the counter and put it in your hands with your file. “Where’s the fun in that?” His smirk dropped as his voice became softer, “Look kid, you don’t really have a choice here. I need someone to watch him and you’re the only one who could do it without getting caught. I understand why you don’t want to do this but please, don’t fight me in this?” You locked eyes before nodding slowly, knowing you are going to regret this. You opened Spider-Man’s files, trying to take in as much as you could.

“Peter Parker? Huh. At least he’s cute.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

You stood in front of the school, watching the numerous kids heading in chatting or texting, not even realizing you were there. You sighed as you walked in and scanned the halls for the face you were supposed to watch. When you didn’t see him you gave up, heading towards the office to figure out everything. Pulling out your phone, you opened Peter’s file that you scanned. The loud ringing of the bell earned your attention right before someone ran into you from behind causing you to fall on your butt.

“Uh... sorry.” You mumbled as you grabbed your phone that flew away before looking at the boy you ran into. He stuck his hand out to you and you happily took it, pulling yourself up.

“Oh, it’s my fault. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Ned.” He rambled as you chuckled. You extended a hand to him and he shook it.

“I’m Y/N. And yeah, today’s my first day.” You gave him a smile which he returned before he started walking the way you were going. You stared at him shocked at the fact he just walked away before he turned around, raising his brows before indicating you to follow him. You caught up to him laughing a little. “I thought you were just going to walk away. But I didn’t seem like something you would do to someone you just met.”

“Yeah that wouldn’t have been very nice. I was going to walk you to office, help you get used to this place. Is that ok?” He asked as you nodded your head. “Oh! You should eat lunch with us!”

“Us?” You tilted your head looking back at Ned.

“Yeah, Us. Me and my friend Peter. Ok, here you are. Meet me in the lunch room if we don’t have any classes before then!” He started to back away, only allowing you to say a quick ok and thanks before he’s around the corner.

The rest of the day before lunch went by pretty fast, you still hadn’t found Peter and you were getting kind of worried. But when you entered the cafeteria and saw him you felt relieved, until you saw the boy from earlier sitting right next to him waving you down. Peter. He said his friend Peter. Why did that not spark any signs in your head! You silently cursed yourself as you headed over, taking a seat across from Ned.

“This is Y/N. She’s who I told you about earlier. And this is Peter.” Ned said as you and Peter exchanged looks. You couldn’t help but think about how much cuter he was in real life compared to a picture.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled and you could basically feel the butterflies in your stomach, Damn why does he have to be so good looking! The rest of lunch went perfect and afterwards you learned Peter had all the same classes you had after lunch and a few before lunch he missed after he mentioned the Stark Internship coming up this morning. Playing your role, you ask him about the Stark Internship. He makes up something you didn’t really listen to because you were to focused on how his cheeks darkened when he was nervous. But when he started to say how great it was working under Tony you had to hold back a chuckle.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked, instantly taken back by your laugh. Your eyes widened as you realized what you’d done.

“Oh it’s nothing! It’s just, you seem so fond of My- Mr. Stark. I-It’s nice.” You grimace at your almost slip up, hoping he didn’t notice. Which thankfully neither of them did. The rest of the lunch was you listening to Peter and Ned talk. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten close to them, but what your dad didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him. You all joked and made nerdy references you thought they wouldn’t get, but in response they made just as many. The next few weeks went just as well, spending as much time with the two of them as you could. Peter never told you he was Spider-Man yet it didn’t matter because you already knew Peter’s secret, but Ned has apparently just found out that afternoon, a little while before you came over. You were sitting in Peter’s room, listening to music and working on math homework while Ned whispered questions to Peter. Your music volume was low so you could hear what they were talking about in case they wanted to talk to you, but Ned just wanted to talk about Spider-Man.

“Shhh man! She’ll hear you!” Peter said quietly looking at you as you bobbed your head to the soft music, pretending you didn’t hear them. Peter couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he looked at you. He couldn’t deny the fact he was falling for you, he was falling hard. You had become such a big part of his life in 2 months and he knew he couldn’t bring you into his superhero antics.

“Dude, Just ask her out already.” Ned said, snapping Peter out of his staring, also causing your breath to hitch, but you played it off like you were working on a hard problem. Peter’s eyes widened as he looked away.

“NED! Don’t say that! She’ll hear you!” He repeated, although this time he yelled it, making it impossible to pretend you didn’t hear it. You yanked out your ear buds before smirking at them.

“Alright boys. What are we talking about?” You leant back in his bed, resting up against the wall as Ned spun around in Peter’s desk chair. Poor Peter who was sitting on the ground looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uhh. N-nothing Y/N. We weren’t t-talking about anything!” He said giving you a forced smile and laugh. You glanced between him and Ned before shrugging, looking back down at the math book in your lap before throwing it to the side, moving in the bed so your feet were up on the wall and your head was dangling off the bed, hair falling down as well.

“Guys, I’m bored! Can we do something?” You moaned as Peter looked back up at you. Your eyes met as you both blushed, but not looking away. You liked him. You liked Peter Parker, the one guy you were told not to get involved with. What a clichéd life.

“Ok well this was fun, but I have to go!” Ned quickly said before grabbing his stuff and leaving you two staring out the door.

“That was weird, right?” You asked before turning back to Peter and laughing.

“Honestly not really.” Your laugh was contagious as he found himself falling closer to you as both of your eyes closed, laughing as well. You weren’t sure at what moment it was that made you realize your feelings for him, but with all the time you spent with them, how could you not like him? He was dorky like you, smart like you, and once you get to know him, extremely funny. Peter opened his eyes before you, taking in the look of joy in your face before you opened your own eyes and he noticed how close you were. Your face was upside down and level with his and he couldn’t look away. Neither could you. “Hi...”

“...hey.” You whispered too scared to ruin the moment. “Do you remember the first week I came to midtown? When Flash was giving me a hard time in the hallway? And you came over to tell him to stop and then he just moved on to you?” He nodded, frowning and lowering his head as he remembered that moment. Flash was going on about you being the new girl and only being friends with ‘Penis Parker’ and Ned. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore him but when he slammed your locker closed on you, you thought you were going to let him have it right then and there. But when Peter came and stood in between you and Flash, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Even when Flash went after Peter he still stood up against you. You pressed your hand to Peter’s cheek as he looked up. “I never got to thank you. It meant a lot to me.”

“Flash’s a dick, don’t let him get to you. And of course I was going to stand up for you. You’re amazing.” He blushed at his words, and the fact that your hand never left his cheek.

“You’re pretty amazing too. You know that?”

“Yeah, but it helps to have someone remind me.” He smirked causing you to playfully scoff at his cockiness. You both fell into a comfortable silence before you bit your lip catching yourself glancing at his lips, looking back at his eyes to see him looking at your lips. The next second was a blur as you found your eyes closing and Peter leaning in.

“I’m home!” May yelled from the living room, causing both Peter and you to jerk away from each other in fear of being caught. You rubbed the back of your neck as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Peter got to his feet faster than you thought possible as you threw your books in your backpack. “Oh! Hi Y/N. I didn’t know you were here. Is Ned here as well?” She asked as you followed Peter out of his room.

“He was. But he left a little while ago.” You quickly said as Peter looked between you and May. His cheeks were still red and you hoped yours had cooled off a little more. May nodded her head as she pulled out the groceries she bought.

“Are you staying for dinner? We’re having meatloaf.” She offered grinning at you. You thanked her but told her your dad had already made dinner for the two of you. You said goodbye to Peter and May before heading back to the tower. Thinking of the almost kiss you just had. It would’ve been your first.

Tony had noticed you spacing out that night during dinner, but it was Nat that had brought it up.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird all afternoon. And you turned down training, you never turn down training.” She pointed a fork at you accusingly. No one knew that you’d gotten close with Peter. It was basically a secret life that you refused to let anyone in on, especially not your dad or Peter.

“Nothing’s up. I’m just stressed with all the school work that they’re forcing me to do. I mean, I’m smart but the amount of work they are giving us is insane. Also I’ve just been working on my suit, trying to get a new update working with it. It ain’t easy.” You half lied before shoveling a few last bites into your mouth. “Speaking of which, I’m going to go check on its status now. Thanks for dinner. Bye!” you hurried off leaving Natasha, Tony, and the others gawking at you. You ended up in your lab, one that Tony had built for you after you took over his lab, as you played with a few settings on your suit. You were used to going days without sleep, but unfortunately you’ve already spent your no sleep days prior to this moment. Your eyes started to close as your hand slipped, causing sparks to come from your suit and wake you up.

“Shit!” you yelled as you pulled your hand away before it could get hurt. You heard a few noises coming from the suit before the power went out in it. “No. no, no, no, no!” you yelled, trying to get it working again. When it didn’t work, you chucked your tools against the wall. Tony was heading down to talk to you before hearing the clatter of your tools hitting the wall and your groan.

“You know, tools tend help better when they are sprawled across the room.” He joked, leaning against the door frame as you spun in your chair to face him. He noticed the frown on your face as he came closer, pulling you in for a hug to comfort you. “You gotta get some sleep, bug. Look, I have to head to India first thing tomorrow morning, but I’ll be back by Monday, okay?” he said, pulling you back to look at the bags under your eyes. You nodded and gave him a small smile. “Just take it easy. Get some sleep. And stop hanging out at Peter’s after school for so long.”

Your eyes went wide as he smirked. “You know? H-How? I was so careful!” you shouted, slumping in your chair. Tony just chuckled and rubbed your arms.

“You do realize I can see your texts when you leave your phone on the couch, right? Also, I’m Tony Stark.” He said as you sighed, shaking your head at him. He kissed your head before leaving, coming back for a second to tell you to go to sleep. You decided to listen to him and call it a night, leaving your not-working suit on the table for another day.

The next day started to go by faster than you thought, and soon you found yourself in gym with Peter and Ned. You were climbing the rope, trying to get up and down faster than Flash, who had challenged you when Ned’s voice echoed through the gym.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” you nearly fell off at his statement. What the hell was he thinking! You glanced at who he was speaking too and guilt struck you when you realized why he said it. They were trying to impress Liz Allen. You slid down the rope, roughly burning your hands but you didn’t pay attention, only laughing a little at Flash who tried to be cool and copy you, only to burn his hands on the material. You started to head over to do damage control before Peter said he met him during the internship. You listened to the conversation a little more, hoping you wouldn’t have to blow your cover but when Flash brings up the party, your heart drops.

“Yeah, I’m having a party tonight. You’re more than welcome to come.”

No…

“Having a party?”

No Peter…

“Yeah, it’s gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.”

Well, you’re fucked.

You look back at Flash, who wasn’t paying attention to you but sauntering over to Peter. If looks could kill, Flash would’ve been six feet under. You stopped paying attention, trying to come up with some way to get Peter out of this. When the bell rang you didn’t even process it until Flash bumped into you.

“Don’t worry, Y/L/N. He won’t completely embarrass himself. But you know, if he did, you could always spend the rest of the night with me.” Flash said as he threw his arm over your shoulder, causing you to scoff before shrugging it off. You started to walk ahead of him only for him to jog back up to you.

“You’re trying to hard Flash. I don’t hang out with people who put out for anyone with boobs.” You simply shrugged as you left Flash opened mouthed at your comment. Peter, from across the room, couldn’t help but listen in on your conversation, a sense of pride at your comeback. You spent the rest of the afternoon racking your brain with plans after plans. When school ended, you quickly found Peter at his locker and tapped his shoulder to gain his attention.

“Hey, Parker! What do you say we do something tonight? Maybe head over to Delmar’s and get some subs and then a Star Wars marathon?” you asked, biting your lip, hoping he’d agree. He gave you an apologetic smile and you knew you’d lost.

“I’m sorry. I can’t, I promised Ned that I’d go to Liz’s party with him tonight. Y-you’re welcomed to join us as well! As long as your parents are fine with it.” He offered as you sulked a little.

“My dad’s in India.” You mumbled, forgetting he has enhanced hearing as you hoped he couldn’t hear you. “Sounds like fun. Sure. Meet you there?” He nodded his head as you turned around to leave. Peter watched you leave as Ned came up behind him.

“Are you going to ask her out dude or not? I’m getting tired of watching you stare at her when she’s not looking.” Ned deadpanned as Peter groaned. He wanted to ask you out so bad, but he wasn’t sure if you even thought of him that way, if you even thought of him as more than a friend.

You picked up a sub on your way home anyways, falling on your bed as you ate it. You had to go to the party. You had to make sure Peter didn’t show up as Spider-Man and screw everything up. You glanced over to your closet, looking for something to wear to your first high school party. Running through the sweatshirts, T-Shirts, and pants you had you gave up, deciding to ask Nat for some help.

“Hey. So, I’m going to this… party… tonight, and I kind of need help with an outfit. I don’t think sweats and a band shirt are cutting it.” You muttered, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice.

“Come on. Let’s see what we can do, Little Stark.” She grabbed your hand pulling you to her room as you both rummaged through her closet. She blasted some music and you both joked until you found what you wanted to wear. You ended up wearing tight blue jeans that fit your curves perfectly as well as a bright red, sleeveless peplum top. You curled your hair and pulled half up into a pony tail as the rest dangled off your shoulders. You looked put together but also nothing like you normally looked. “You look hot girl.” Nat said, voicing your thoughts. You giggled as she stood proud of her work.

“Thanks Nat. I have to go or else I’m gonna be late. See you when I get back?” you asked as you picked up your purse and threw your phone in. She hummed a yes before sending you on your way to Liz’s.

You sent Peter a text to let him know you were here before heading into the house. You quickly scanned around before your phone buzzed with a text telling you they were going to be there soon. You sighed before grabbing a cup and filling it with what you hoped was beer. You turned around after a few minutes when you heard Flash yell something over a microphone that sounded like ‘Penis Parker’. You grimaced before looking towards the door and catching sight of Peter and Ned walking into the house.

“Hey!” you yelled over the music as their heads turned towards you. Ned was quick to pull you in for a hug while Peter just stared wide eyes at you. “Peter?”

“H-hey! Y-you look nice-e.” he stammered as you grinned at him, biting your lip. You pulled in him for a hug and he squeezed you tightly as you whispered thanks in his ear. The party went on as you clung close to Ned and Peter, who couldn’t keep his eyes off you, not that he would want too. At some point you had separated to go to the bathroom, but when you came back you found Ned alone on the couch which sparked every red light in your head.

“Where’d Pete go?” you asked as Ned started yammering an excuse about something that you weren’t paying attention to. “Ok. Well, I’m going to get another drink.” You lied before running off outside. You looked around the building, quickly spotting the red and blue suit followed by a brown tussle of hair. “Really? Couldn’t even keep his mask on?” you whispered to yourself, throwing your hands up in annoyance. You were about to yell his name before an explosion occurred in the distance. You quickly looked over before turning just in time to see Peter fly off the building, right towards the big purple explosion in the sky. You quickly pulled out your phone to summon your suit before realizing you never fixed it after last night. Instead you dialed your dad’s number, knowing he was going to answer.

“Hey bug. What’s up?”

“Dad! I need you to send your suit! Put it through my phone so I can control it!” you panted as you started running, glad you decided against the heels Nat chose and went with your converse. “Can’t really explain, uh Peter, explosion in the distance, went after it, don’t know if he can handle it.”

“Ok. I sent the suit. What’s wrong with yours?” He asked completely forgetting about last night. “Right never mind, just remembered. Are-Are you running right now?”

You huffed a response before thanking him, hanging up your phone only to realize he was controlling it. “Damn it Dad. You couldn’t let me play hero. Or at least pick me up.” You didn’t have any eyes on the situation but you kept running, hoping you could be there fast enough. You felt like you were running for an hour, following the tracker on Peter’s suit, as you wounded up at a playground. You tried not to get close but Peter heard you, very out of breath and panting. Tony’s suit had just flown away and Peter was mad.

“Who’s there?” he yelled as you ducked behind a tree, cursing yourself at getting to close. Peter quickly threw his mask on as he looked through the trees, not seeing anything. “I can hear you. I know you’re there.” You felt your heart stop as you kept quiet. Peter carefully made his way closer, just in case you were dangerous. But when he saw you, bent over with your hands on your knees he couldn’t help but be confused. “What are you doing here?”

You looked up at him before looking down at the ground. “Damn, I need to run more. Look, just forget I was here Spider-Man. I didn’t see anything.” You put your hands up in surrender as your phone rang, buzzing against the ground as a picture of Tony and you popped up on the screen with big letters saying DAD. Peter’s eyes, or at least the big white eyes on the suit, widened as he looked down, picking up the phone before looking back at you.

“What the hell is this?” He tossed the phone to you and you denied the call. You could feel everything fall apart but only thing that let you have the upper hand is him not knowing you knew who he was.

“Why does it matter? My life doesn’t involve you, Spider-Man.” You challenged, hoping that he would drop it.

“Well it does when Mr. Stark is your father and you’re chasing after Spider-Man. So, tell me the truth Y/N. What the hell is this!” you didn’t catch how he said your name in enough time before you responded.

“It’s nothing Parker. I promise.” You froze. He froze. You let it slip so easily. What kind of spy were you? Peter reached up to pull his mask off and you saw how glossy his eyes were as he stared at you. You ruined it.

“You knew? This whole time you knew? What w-were you just a spy for M-Mr. Stark?”

Yes.

“Did any of this mean anything for you?”

Yes.

“Was I some mission?”

Yes.

“Peter…” you started. Your voice was on the edge of breaking as you reached your hand out to his, only for him to pull it away.

“NO! You were lying to me! Everything you said was just a lie!” His voice sounded so crush as tears fell from his eyes.

“Peter.” He turned to walk away before you ran in front of him, stopping his movements. “Please! Just hear me out!” He looked in your eyes but didn’t say anything, which you took as a go ahead. “When I was born I lived with my mom until she died and then I went to live with my father who had just came out as Iron Man. They decided to keep that a secret. They didn’t want the world to know Tony Stark had a kid and so I was hidden. But when you came into the picture, just a kid a few months older than me, my dad decided that they needed to watch you. So I was sent to Midtown and I wasn’t supposed to meet you, just watch from afar like I’ve done my whole life, but the more I watched, the more I got to know you and somehow you became my best friend. You became the guy I was in love with. I was never faking anything, ever.”

Your tears had flowed for a while now, both you and Peter broken hearted at your words. He didn’t say anything and you couldn’t speak anymore. You started to take a step backwards before Peter pulled you into him, locking your lips with his and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away, taking a step back before facing you again.

“We’re done. I don’t want to see you anymore. I can’t trust you not to lie again. We’re done.” He muttered before flying away, leaving you in the playground with a broken heart. Your phone buzzed again and you ignored it, heading back towards the tower after your busy night. When your phone buzzed the last time you were about to throw it away before realizing what it was. Tony finally gave you control of the suit. You called it over, stepping inside as you flew up above the city, now heading anywhere but home.

This brings us back to you sitting on top of a random apartment building in Queens, eyes watery, throat closed, and legs dangling off the edge. Your dad’s voice echoed through your head.

“Don’t get involved.”

God you should’ve listened.

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Dread X Collection 3 Games Review

Once again, my friend and I have played through a new Dread X collection and I would like to make a short concise review for each game including the Hub area. We each played 1 game resulting in 6 each. The order of games reviewed is not the recommended order to play as we went on a very simple roundabout on the graveyard, and the games have a strong sense of quality unlike Dread X Collection 2 which had many great quality games and many low quality games.

Lets go!

Game X: The Castle (A bit unremarkable)

Scare Type: Cute

Player: My friend

The castle in some way is a step back from the awesomeness of the house. As it proceeds with forced dialogue cutscenes with your character and a ghost character that possesses in you. The puzzles and areas are also larger and more spread out and easier than the house. The Dialogue cutscene itself even give the idea to not compare the two, which is understandable. But let me tell YOU that I enjoyed the house more than I did the Castle (Even if it was not I who was doing the Castle Bit), so even if they are different, one was in my opinion better than the other.

The forced Dialogue cutscenes weren't to bad. The Voice Acting was not bad. Its rather the script and subjecting the player to sit through it. Its not the most fun to sit through and could have been handled better. In the house, a dialogue still happened but you were still free to move around while listening to the pre-recorded message. The ghost possessing you could have done the same with you, but instead this YOU is a character that must go into a dialogue and stop your gameplay.

The STYLE of the castle is where I think it wins the best. The very cute spooky aesthetic is great, and hold a lot of details we noticed near the end of the game. Like the paintings being famous paintings, replacing the characters of the paintings to goofy ghosts. Time passing between each game is also a great detail, making the castle ever so slightly different all the way to night time. I love the castle for this.

We quickly figured out that the theme for this Dread X collection was not just Cute and spooky, but also the inevitability of death.

Nate Berens – SATO WONDERLAND (Ok)

Scare Type: Surprising!

Player: My Buddy

This game was alright, nothing too amazing as pulling different topics to make a new dialogue box appear was tedious and a bit annoying. But the story itself was pretty cool, resulting in a surprise ending. Each game have different endings which we did not try to explore, but for this I think we managed to get the best ending. Not much to say about this one.

Blood Machine – Soul Waste (Eh...)

Scare Type: ...None?

Player: Me

Soul Waste is a 3D action platformer about this... post apocalyptical world, and you happen to be the “Saviour”. We got Ending C for this as we felt the tedium of the collectables and we weren't going to sit around collecting them all in this weird to navigate map. The enemies did not make much of a challenge making the game bit boring. The end boss was the only thing that gave me some ounce of real fun. There was a lot to explore, but my patience wore thin due to not being that interesting of a platformer. Although it did look good for what it did. There is some to explore which we did not, but I simply noticed that there was some things here and there that we did miss. We just did not feel the need to go back.

Bryce Bucher – Disparity of the Dead (Great!)

Scare Type: Horror that sticks around even after the game.

Player: My pal

This game I think pulls off the themes of Dread X Collection 3 very, very well! Perhaps the best thematic one? Nevertheless, this is a 3D platformer that lets you talk to fun characters collecting collectables and piece together a mystery. The topics that which the game introduces to you are all very good and sad in many ways. It also had a lingering effect on me personally. This lingering horror reminded me of SOMA by Frictional Games. Anyways, the game in general is not horrifying until you get to a certain point. Then when the actual ending plays, it all gets sad. We do not know if there are different endings, but the ending we did get was a sad one in my opinion and was great.

Amon Twentysix – Bete Grise (Cool!)

Scare Type: Uneasy, then relief!

Player: Me

I really liked the aesthetics of this game, reminded me a lot of some obscure old-school games. The gameplay is mostly of you going floor to floor doing cleaning and... repairing? Anyways, there are a few hints here and there that foreshadow the great revelation at the end. I saw some of them and felt very uneasy when going through the process as it all felt like a facade. But once the revelation hit, the game turned into something more funny, stylish and well, just felt good. Its rare for a horror game to kinda blue ball you into satisfaction.

DIRIGO GAMES – REACTOR (Disappointing)

Scare Type: Betrayal

Player: My Homie

This is a game I spoiled myself with, which is why I had my friend play it instead. The game is mostly a walking simulator in which it feels like you shouldnt be there in the bad/useless way as there is a robot buddy who keeps you company and doing everything for you. When the time comes, you are then obviously, chased to the ending of the game. Its not scary, sad. Its just a simple experience. The aesthetics of the game is great, by being a gradient of blacks and whites as well as minimal uses of colour. Other than that, this is disappointing.

Moya Horror/Amos – Nice Screams at Funfair (humorously frustrating)

Scare Type: Dont fail

Player: Me

This is a very short game that was short enough for us to also explore a different ending. There is no real inherent horror here. Its mostly thematic to being like Halloween. The game has you serving icecream to people, the challenge is to serve them the ice cream that they want, and take the money into your tip jar or cash register. The real challenge is the controls, as throwing ice cream into the ice cream cones often fails for no reason, and clicking on to activate anything just sometimes did not work. Resulting in funny scenarious. We got 2 different endings for this, one that made sense, and another that we didnt understand. The game looked great, the intro did not have to be as long as it did but it was a fun little ride.

Basalt Tower – Matter OVER Mind (Woah!)

Scare Type: Loosing progress...

Player: My Amigo

Matter over mind absolutely felt like an old-school platformer, it was also unique, colourful and funny/cute! Crawling around as a little parasitical monster and possessing scientists in order to escape the labs just looked great. Like many of these games, it had a collectible that meant... NOTHING. And if you died collecting them, you will loose them all. Prompting you to reset the entire game. Nevertheless, it was an impressive game that felt great.

Corpsepile – Submission (Fuck yeah!)

Scare Type: Scary, but also funny

Player: Me

This game had so many unique and cool twists and ideas. Maybe one of the best games in this collection. It was absolutely creative, funny... everything! It was also scary at times, referencing P.T. Its puzzles were great and fun, so much good about this one! The gameplay switches often, the horror amps up... Man... Submission was super good! Cant really say much other than that.

Torple Dook – Chip’s Tips (Funny!)

Scare Type: Friendly?

Player: My guy

Super creative point and click adventure game, hamming it up to 101%. It is also so patronizingly friendly that it becomes funny. Probably the most unique game on this list. And you can pet the dog in this game. I absolutely love the aesthetics of the unhinged masked textures, as well characters being flat cutouts. What is sad is this game feels like the end to Torple Dook’s streak of being in Dread X Collection games as it references his previous 2 games as well as more.

Breogan Hackett – Bubbo: Adventure on Geralds Island (Woah! x2)

Scare Type: JUMP

Player: Me

A very well done 3D platformer, with some challenge. The game is not scary, although it does come to a point. The platforming was very good albeit a tiny bit weird when turning in a specific way. It also features hidden collectibles that we unfortunately did not find all and left it at that. It sounded and felt good, looked good and was fun to get to the end with. There are different endings, we (me) only got to see 1. I jumped at the right time and made my way out!

Modus Interactive – EDEN: Garden of the Faultless (Chaos?)

Scare type: None, just weird.

Player: My hombre

This is literally a game akin to raising your Chaos in Sonic Adventure games. Just that you raise your little Evangelion. This game I think, has the best Ps1 look than the other games. It has a very weird control scheme, as well as being weird in its own right. And it nails the aesthetics very well. Too bad the game is finicky or boring, sporting long paths and lots of waiting. I guess you could have some fun minmaxing your wittle angel. I guess you always need at least one super unorthodox entry in a collection.

Adam Pype & Viktor Kraus – SPOOKWARE @ The Video Store (Quintessential)

Scare Type: brief moments of panic

Player: Both of us

This game... is actually really fun. Spookware is literally Wario ware but with horror movie themed events. The style, game and everything is perfect. Although very short, I would honestly buy a game like this if it was fully complete. I also think this is the most fitting game for the theme of the collection. Although, not much is done about the “inevitability of death” theme here, but everything else about it carries the collection thematicly. Such a fun and quirky little game.

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Conclusions

And so, the best games in the collection In my opinion were...

#1 Submission AND Spookware

#2 Chips Tips

#3 Disparity of the Dead

The collection was not at all as scary as the first or the second collection. Although, that is understandable as it had a more Fun and goofy vibe to it. I love seeing these collections and it introduces me to people ive never heard of before. Like Viktor Kraus who made the music, like in the trailer for the collection. Thats a great one. I wish to keep seing them make these and I hope that it is profitable for them in the end as well.

#dread x collection #Dread X Collection 3 #horror #Halloween #Spooky #Scary #video games #realtalk #review #torple dook

[everlarkholidaystyle]

Thank you to @567inpanem​ for coming up with the prompts…so excited. 

The rules are simple chose a prompt write a story, draw a picture, make a meme, make a collage, or a music video, or even a soundtrack to the holidays. And submit it here starting on the Winter Solstice Saturday December 21, 2019 and extending to January 6, 2020 the End of the Holiday season…

Bake Off

*Peeta easily wins best baker title in his district with his special ginger bread recipe. But now he’s baking against the best of the districts! Will he be the Mellark that finally brings the grand title to 12? Intrigue! Deception! Sabotage! Bribery! It’s the grand quarter quell bake off has it all! Who will be crowned top baker and forever enjoy the special 25 yr title, fame glory and fortune! Your host Caesar Flickerman, with guest star taste testers including…Katniss desperate, agrees to work as secret agent, get close to Peeta, steal recipe and plans for a very special top secret gingerbread house, mess up his ingredients, make him oversleep after wild sex, anything necessary to keep him from beating the career district contestant! Will Peeta take home the big prize?

*Story of 1000 origami cranes in one year for luck or wish. Peeta makes 1000 (mockingjay) cookies?

D12 Fall Harvest

*Harvest Festival in D12 provides opportunity for all to not only celebrate bounty but also to give thanks, exchange gifts, participate in matching ceremony in anticipation of annual day of matrimony held on the winter solstice. Snapshot of Peeta and Katniss through the years? 

*Harvest Festival is competition like Olympics or Highland games? Winners awarded cornucopia of food for the coming winter?

D12 Parcel Day

*The way those Parcel Days could have gone to forge relationship between Peeta and Katniss if it was something more, if for example they had to work together on things like what goes in them (maybe start off cold, then argue over differences, then get to know each other, grow together).

Thanks Giving

First Feast in 1621 lasted 3 days, 90 native Americans Wampanoag and 53 Pilgrims, celebrated successful harvest - feast, games, military exercises, diplomacy. Only 4 of 20 Mayflower women survived to the feast! Men helped cook for the party. No oven. 1863 Lincoln declared holiday. Make Katniss either survivor of voyage or Native?

Christmas & Hanukkah

See Prompt Nine.

New Years

Old college friends dispersed after graduation, but the group meets up every New Years for a night of drinking and catching up on the year and reminiscing and resolutions. At least for a while. But then they drift apart, skip years… until one (ok, I just realized this is getting closer to the movie big chill with every tweak). Or st. Elmo’s fire. But I like the concept of Katniss and Peeta having something in college and kept it secret but something happens and there’s secret is exposed….

Peeta and Katniss have crushes on the other one, attend a masquerade and neither one tells the other what there dressed as and they meet at the party and they do not realize they are attracted to their friend; maybe this can be an arranged marriage effort to match people attracted to each other by personality, not appearance, and the positive match confuses them? Or attendance is a psychology course requirement? (My intro psych had 1,000 students.) 

Canon Based Non-Holiday Specific

something about coal…legend that La Befana witch flies down chimney, left gifts for good children, coal for naughty…Epiphany January 6 = end of Christmas season, day 3 wise men arrive manger BUT once Katniss is Victor, has $, sneaks buckets of coal for all the seam children to keep warm fire going, Peeta sneaks small raisin nut loaves? Or maybe this is parcel day beginning of legendary Mockingjay flies and delivers coal and sweet music. Maybe we can leave it like an open-ended thing parcel day in the and the districts how do you think each district celebrated partial day

 Prompt #1 A Dog’s New Year’s Eve Prompts -  

A dog living on a college campus in Columbia observed that paying cashier = get a cookie. So, for the last 5 years, dog picks up large leaf, carries to cashier, gets cookie, too. What if cashier is lonely baker Peeta? Stray dog actually belongs to Katniss. Because dog always snarls at Haymitch, he calls it “Katniss.” Peeta overhears, assumes the dog is “Katniss.” Haymitch doesn’t correct him.

Peeta reads horoscope for 2019 Year of the Dog: “For single people, they have a large possibility to meet some excellent friends of opposite sex and develop a romantic relationship with one of them.”  

Peeta needs to find a date for New Years Eve and is running out of time!  Hears Katniss over the radio reading the article he wrote “…Dog girls…need to pursue or express affection of boy dogs bravely. In addition, joining in more social activities on weekends is also an effective way to find true love…” Followed by a “BAHUMBUG Love is dead…dogs do not fall in love…hell like people dogs fall in lust’” Peeta wants to find this woman and set her straight…Love is not a Bahumbug. 

What if dog getting too heavy like Columbian dog, vet accuses Katniss feeding dog junk, Katniss follows dog, catches baker feeding her now overweight dog, confronts him. But, Year of the Dog! So, HEA magic.

Prompt Idea #2 (Cultural Holiday)

*Pliny the Elder, a Roman who was one of the world’s first known naturalists, thought the Druids’ beliefs about mistletoe (that “mistletoe, taken in drink, will impart fecundity to all animals that are barren.” and hung it over their doors for luck) were silly, but the reputation stuck thanks in part to a Norse myth: definitely something with mistletoe and drinking its properties to become fertile 

*Frigga, goddess of love and marriage, loved her son Baldur so much that she and Baldur’s wife teamed up to make all the world’s plants and animals to promise not to hurt him. Well, they got all the plants, except mistletoe. Loki, god of mischief, realized the mistake and made a spear out of mistletoe and killed Baldur. As Frigga cried over the loss of her son, her motherly tears turned into mistletoe berries. Those berries somehow brought Baldur back to life, so Frigga declared mistletoe to be a symbol of love. According to The Smithsonian magazine, “Mistletoe would come to hang over our doors as a reminder to never forget. We kiss beneath it to remember what Baldur’s wife and mother forgot.”

Prompt Idea #3 Candy Land Hunger Games edition

Weird holiday hunger games - Arena is a winter wonderland of marzipan mutts, “Snow” monster, Peeta and Katniss are gingerbread, she reattaches his leg with frosting, in crystal candy cave he can’t stop from taking a nibble she’s so delicious, it rains lemon drops, it snows powdered sugar, watch out for milk lake danger… 

Prompt Idea #4 Misfit Toys

*On the Island of Misfit Toys, one new toy (Katniss?) perfect but with broken or lost heart, damaged toy soldier Peeta? determined to help with other toys (victors or tributes?) 

Prompt Idea #5 Holiday Dueling Booth 

Katniss and Peeta’s relationship has gone sour. For extra cash, Katniss opens a seasonal booth at the farmer’s market selling simple homemade baked goods, like apple cake, acorn flour scones. Peeta tries to get her attention by pushing her buttons, opens an upscale baked goods booth next to hers. 

Prompt Idea #6 Tim Burton Holiday

Too much eggnog, Katniss nightmare: Mad Capital scientist builds a “Edward scissorhands” boy mutt but with kitchen gadget appendages. D12 turns on him. Katniss goes on daring journey to find only person who can help. Dr Wires lives underground with oompaloompa-like helpers (former victor mutts). 

Prompt Idea #7 - Story Book Hero

Katniss is a working mom who doesn’t have time for all the school volunteer opportunities, but finds herself signed up for weekly storytime for December - The Story Book hero comes to life

Prompt Idea #8 Holiday Shopper

Wealthy Peeta and Finnick like betting on the stupidest things, each hires a professional personal shopper, tries to come up with Christmas shopping list item that will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. But Katniss desperately needs the money, resolved not to quit. 

Prompt Idea #9 -  Open Ended Holiday Prompt -be creative any HG Parring any and all works

Looking for perfect gift Hanukah / Christmas

Eight Days of Hanukah 

Office parties

School art projects

Deadlines 

Should old acquaintance be forgot

Singer / Caroling / Rock Band / TV Show

Resolutions -  

Snowstorms - 

Holiday show

Gift of the Magi

Let’s find your smile (like a treasure hunt, by end found happiness)

Secret Santa party games

Gift Exchange

Twelve days of Christmas 

New Years masquerade ball

Oh and one more thing don’t forget to #Everlarkholidaystyle2019

#everlarkholidaystyle2019

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Masks

Prompt from @no-one-remembers-achmed : May I please have Deceit in these glasses if that is ok with you? This is... probably not what you wanted at all. But this is what my writing-blocked brain allowed me to produce so oh well. Sorry for the wait as well! Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, tiny bit of angst, minor insulting (tell me if I should add anything!) Note: All of Deceit’s lies are italicized

    Since Deceit had first appeared to Thomas, he had been hanging out in the Light sides realm more and more. Most of the time, he said it was because they had to work together now; Deceit wanted to talk with them about how to help Thomas. Other times, he’d randomly appear, making it extremely clear he had not brought himself to the Light realm on purpose.

    Apparently, since Thomas knew about him, Thomas’s own mind was attempting to force him into the Light realm. Normally, it was fine, and the other sides just brushed it off as an inconvenience.

    Today, however, Deceit had found himself pulled up right behind Roman. He tried to step back, knowing that scaring the fantastical and armed side would not end well, but he bumped into a chair instead. Roman jerked around, sword half drawn as the plate of pasta he was holding fell on the ground and shattered.

    Roman looked at Deceit, a fire in his eyes as the deceitful side took another step back. “I’m so not sorry.”

    “Yeah I bet you are.” Roman replied sarcastically, looking at his pasta in annoyance. “Stupid snake…”

    Deceit bit back a response to that, sinking out before he’d have to deal with regeneration from the sword Roman looked ready to run through him. He appeared in his room, taking another step back the minute his feet appeared, as if he expected Roman to have followed him.

    But no one rose up, and Deceit let out a sigh over how easily he was riled up. He took his bowler hat off, dropping it beside him as he sat on his bed. He ran a hand over his scales.

    Stupid snake…

    It wasn’t like the other sides hadn’t pointed out his resemblance to a snake before. In fact, Deceit was normally all for the comparison. Snakes had a sly sort of charm to them that Deceit appreciated.

    Recently, however, Deceit had started to wonder if the comparison was not, in fact, in his favor. The sly charm he enjoyed being associated with was probably seen negatively by the sides- example one: the incident that had just occurred.

    Deceit had never been ashamed of his scales. But if he wanted the others to trust him, if he wanted to work with them to help Thomas and maybe even get them to understand that he wasn’t the dark side they all saw, he may benefit from showing them a little less.

    He couldn’t, of course, just make them vanish altogether. Shapeshifting didn’t work on them- Thomas had, subconsciously, assigned him the role of the lying snake, and regardless of the form he tried to take that would always follow him- and even just using makeup to hide them would just look straight-up suspicious.

Plus, putting on the makeup for Logan and Patton had taken hours and that had been for good purposes. He wasn’t going to do that here just to have himself found out in a few minutes.

So he started with a mask.

Idea one went horribly.

He had gone with a phantom of the opera style mask, golden instead of white, hoping they’d just assume he was adding to his outfit. It had gone over mostly well, Roman even complimenting him on the flair it added.

Virgil’s first response, on the other hand, was to scoff and ask him if he was trying to be a disco ball instead of a snake. Deceit wasn’t one hundred percent sure he had meant it in such a way to see through him, but it was close enough for him.

The next day, he tried wearing a sparkling yellow bandana that he wore lopsidedly over his scales. He mostly got weird looks about it until Roman told him applying sparkles directly to his scales would look much better. So that didn’t work.

Deceit then tried simply wearing his hair so that it covered them, the effort to grow his hair and keep it grown only a minor strain in the back of his mind. This one was accepted by the group, but Patton kept tucking it behind his ear, cooing about how his eye was too pretty to hide.

He had admitted defeat earlier that day, deciding he didn’t need to deal with being teased for his blush. His hair shortened back to its normal length the minute he was back in the room, sighing. His list of semi-decent ideas was officially out.

Deceit glanced at the notepad that was sitting on his desk, a list of stupid ideas written out alongside the few good ones. He picked it up and frowned at it. At least one of them had to be better than his scales being visible, right?

Turns out, the answer was ‘nope.’

Some of the more stunning failures included switching his bowler hat for a baseball cap to pull down over his face (no one would mention it, but the looks he got were… not good), a large beanie (aside from covering both his eyes to work, every single side asked him why he was copying Joan), and sunglasses (didn’t work great, since they didn’t cover most of his scales, but he hoped they’d distract from them… until Remy had met him in the kitchen, saying he had smelled someone trying to steal his style).

And now, he was out except for one option he barely wanted to consider. It was wholly stupid and unlikely to work, but, hey, at this point, what did he have left to lose?

That was why, day number twenty-nine of this whole game, Deceit was to be found lounging in the common area wearing ridiculous alien sunglasses. The frames were yellow to pretend to match his style, and Remy hadn’t attempted to fight him over these, so it worked for him.

Worked for him until, busy trying to block out the world and play on his phone despite the huge blockade the glasses presented to this, he didn’t notice the light sides exchanging awkward glances as they grouped up around him.

“Um, Deceit?” Deceit looked up, trying not to startle when he realized he was effectively cornered.

Doing what he did best, Deceit pretended to be unaffected by this revelation as he turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket. “Yes?”

Patton had pressed his hands together, looking unsure of how to go with this. “Are you okay?”

“Of course.” Deceit lied. He slipped between truth and lie often enough he hoped they would assume this was a truth.

“Are you sure, kiddo?” Patton pressed. “You’ve been acting… strange, lately.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, cut the bullcrap, Deceit.” Virgil snapped, managing to startle the entire group. “You’ve been wearing the most ridiculous things for the last month and we want to know why.”

Deceit hesitated in giving him an answer, thinking of the most believable lie. After a moment, he smirked, channeling all the charm he could. “Got to keep you all on your feet, don’t I?”

“That makes no sense.” Roman said after glancing between the others. “And I know no sense.”

Deceit frowned at Roman, not sure what that meant. He was going to voice his confusion, hopefully distract from the situation they were trying to focus on, but Logan spoke up first.

“Have we considered looking at the common thread between these unusual occurrences?” He asked, frowning when the other sides just looked confused. “Deceit was always covering his scales.”

The rest of the Light sides’ eyes widened in understanding before they turned to look at Deceit again. The deceitful side considered sinking out, wondering if they would drop it or follow him.

“Deceit.” Patton said, worriedly but sternly when he actually attempted to leave. “What are you trying to do?”

“...Leave?”

Until that point, Deceit didn’t know that blinks could be disappointed, or that they could all occur at the same moment between four people. He sighed, pulling off the alien glasses and setting them on the couch next to him.

“I have not recently become aware of the fact your dislike for my scales.” Deceit said after a minute of silently staring at the glasses. “Or, rather, your dislike for the creature they link me to.”

“Creature?” Logan repeated. “Do you mean snake?”

“No.”

The Light sides glanced among each other again. Deceit opted to continue focusing his attention elsewhere.

“Deceit, what on earth gave you that impression?” Roman asked, and Deceit tried not to glare at him, given his own comment had been the final straw on the snake’s back.

“You four have many times connected me to snakes in a negative way.” Deceit explained, too weary to keep himself from telling the truth. “I just thought I’d do you all a favor and remove the source of that connection for you.”

“We don’t negatively connect you to snakes.” Patton said, sounding confused and sad.

Deceit crossed his arms. “Roman called me a stupid snake the last time I forcefully popped up.”

The group turned to glare at Roman, who held up his hands in defense. “He made me drop my pasta! I am very passionate about my pasta!”

“It doesn’t matter.” Deceit said, waving it off as he stood up and grabbed the alien glasses. “It was a wake-up call. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d rather just retire to my room for the rest of the day. Or week.” He added under his breath.

“Deceit, wait.” The scaly side stopped in his walk, but he didn’t turn to face Patton. “I’m sorry.”

Deceit spun around, surprised by the comment. His surprise only grew when he found the moral side’s expression ashamed and not amused Deceit had been so easily tricked.

Beside him, Logan straightened his glasses and cleared his throat before adding, “As am I. As are all of us, I believe.” Roman and Virgil nodded in agreement.

“I-” Deceit cut himself off, pausing to try and sense the lie. As far as he could tell, however, there wasn’t one. “You are lying.”

“We’re not.” Roman protested, not recognizing the lie. “Deceit- we liken you to a snake because we thought you liked that. We never mean it as an insult.”

“Yeah.” Virgil agreed, looking awkwardly at the floor as he added. “Plus, your scales are cool. Not weird or anything.”

If Deceit was less preoccupied, he would have teased the anxious side for the rare show of a non-sarcastic emotion. At the moment, he was busy trying to decide if this was more likely to be a dream or a hallucination, because there was no way this was happening.

“You can still return to your room if you wish.” Logan continued when Deceit didn’t respond. “But if not, perhaps there is a way we can make up this… miscommunication incident to you?”

This brought Deceit back to his senses enough to nod his head. “You do have to do something.”

“We want to do something.” Patton pushed before grinning. “Come on! It can be something really stupid, if you want.”

Deceit smirked. “Something really stupid, you don’t say?”

~~

Thomas stood in the middle of his living room, various bills clutched in his hands. Normally, budgeting was a Logan only issue, but Thomas needed to change enough things he felt it was a good idea to talk to all the Light sides for this one.

“Guys?” He asked the empty room while looking at the numbers, having done this too many times to feel stupid about it anymore. “We need to talk.”

A moment later, Thomas’s personality rose around him.

“How may we assist, Thomas?” Logan asked from behind him after the normal greetings were said.

“I need to cut some things-” Thomas stopped talking as he looked up, finding his fanciful side to be… different. Glancing around, he found the difference present for all the sides present: they were all wearing alien glasses, frames matching their respective colour.

He frowned, trying to decide what was going on. “Why…?”

Virgil just smiled tightly. “Don’t ask.”

#the cryptid speaks #the cryptid answers #ts janus #sympathetic deceit #ts virgil #ts patton #ts logan #ts roman #thomas sanders #ts sides #sander sides #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #tiny angst #Remy/Sleep mention

[ineffably-good]

Flufftober #30: Costumes

(Ok this isn’t really the prompt - the official prompt was pumpkins, but I already covered that pretty specifically in a prompt #4 -- so I made up my own.) 

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“Crowley, look, we’ve been invited to a costume party!” Aziraphale said, his voice rising in excitement. “Oh I do love Halloween!”

Crowley frowns. “Well I don’t. Demons hate Halloween. Haven’t we talked about this already?”

“I know, I know,” Aziraphale says, considering his best moves in this situation. “And if you don’t want to go, we don’t have to. But – you like spooky! You really like spooky. And you like misbehavior, right? Few places are as rife with chances for misbehavior as a costume party! You just think it over a little bit…”

And with that he sat back and buried himself in his book, while secretly watching Crowley’s face.

Crowley did give it some thought. He remembered how much of a good time he used to have at masked balls in eighteenth century France, for one. Somehow people thought that just by putting a lacy mask across a tiny portion of their face, they were completely unrecognizable and all the normal social mores no longer applied to them. It was like ground zero for the temptation trade; people were up for almost anything when they found themselves in costume.

Plus there was the fact that Aziraphale clearly wanted to go. He did try, generally, to let the angel have what he wanted, at least when what he wanted wasn’t likely to burn anything to the ground.

“Whose party is it?” he asked.

“Oh, one of the charities I donate to. Rented a hall up in Primrose Hill and is having a big swanky party on Halloween night.”

Crowley drummed his fingers on the edge of the couch. “Okay,” he said finally, “I could probably go. But I’m not wearing anything stupid, so don’t get any big ideas about us being dogs or flowers or anything like that.”

Aziraphale beamed at him and was clearly not trying to bounce. “Oh no, of course not, my dear! I’ll find us something just perfect, don’t you worry.”

Crowley felt a small seed of worry begin to take hold. “You have to run it by me before you purchase anything, angel. Seriously. Don’t do your usual on this one, okay?”

Aziraphale laughed. “All right, all right. I’ll gather some options for you tonight, just have to do some research first.”

++

They went out for sushi that night, and Aziraphale waited until Crowley had a couple of cups of sake and a few nigiri in him before he broached the subject again.

“So,” he said warmly, “I have a few thoughts on possible couple costumes for us.”

“Couple costumes?” Crowley said. “Why do we have to do that?”

Aziraphale looked a little hurt. “You don’t want to do a couples costume? I mean… we are a couple after all…”

Crowley rolled his eyes, but only a little. This was neither the battle nor the hill he wanted to go down on, no question. He raised a hand in defeat. “Okay, angel, I’m sorry – of course we can do a couples costume. It’ll be –” he squinted and made a face like he’d tasted a bitter lemon “—fun.”  

Aziraphale took a swig of his sake and looked at Crowley consideringly. Should he start with the easy ones to reject, or with the best ones? He wasn’t sure.

“Well?” Crowley said. “Lay ‘em on me. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“All right,” Aziraphale said, pulling out a small notebook that looked suspiciously similar to the sleep experiment notebook. “First up would be your classic superhero/sidekick combination. Something like, perhaps, Batman and Robin. I, of course, would be Batman, and you would be… well –”

“Could be fun, but I’m not going as Robin, angel. And why would you be Batman? I’m more his type.”

“I could be dark and brooding!” Aziraphale insisted.

“You’re not the type. You’d be better off wearing those ridiculous green booties and the tights,” Crowley said. “You’d look great!”

Aziraphale gave him a long, slow stare, then deliberately took out a small pen and crossed that one off the list.

“Next there are a variety of historical options. Henry VIII and Anne Bolyn?”

Crowley grinned. “Henry II and Thomas Becket would be a lot more fun. We could spend the whole evening trying to smite each other.”

Aziraphale sighed and crossed that one off. “You could be a white rose and I could be a red rose and we could be the war of the roses?” he said hopefully.

“Angel,” Crowley said, distinctly and clearly. “I thought I said no flowers. Did I not say no flowers?”

“Yes, of course.” Aziraphale made another note. “How about Romeo and Juliet?”

“You’re Juliet,” the demon countered quickly. “And only if we can play out the death scene.”

“You’re ridiculous,” the angel said. “Okay, how about Punch and Judy?”

“Would one of us get to hit the other with a large board?”

“Why,” the angel asked in despair, “are you so violent tonight?”

Crowley shrugged and stuffed another nigiri in his mouth. Aziraphale retaliated by gather most of the remaining salmon pieces onto his plate.

They went through many more entries on the list, Crowley mocking or adjusting each of them as needed, until they were left with very few options.

“Well perhaps we should go to a costume shop and look around,” Aziraphale said finally, in defeat.

“I’m game for that,” Crowley said. “We’ll go tomorrow.”

++

 The next day they went to an obscure historical costume shop in the theater district to look at possible outfits. Aziraphale tried to be on his nicest behavior, charming the proprietor, because he suspected Crowley was going to be quite a handful. As usual, he was correct in this assessment.

“What are you gentleman looking for?” the man asked them.

“Something amusing, I suppose,” Aziraphale said, “possibly historical or liter –”

“Nothing stupid,” Crowley cut in, “and no flowers. Something cool.”

The proprietor blinked, taking this in, and set off to see what he could find. He brought out a rack full of options a few minutes later and took them off in pairs to show them. Kings and princes, Hamlet and Ophelia, jokers and jesters, Romans, Egyptians, Medusa and Perseus (“I like the snakes on that one!” Crowley said), Vikings and gladiators – somehow nothing really caught their fancy.

“Well what might you be interested in?” the proprietor asked, nearing the end of his patience.

“Got any serial killers?” Crowley asked. “Or how about rock stars. Got any Sex Pistols? Sid and Nancy?”

Aziraphale sighed quietly.

 ++

“I think we made a good choice!” Crowley said brightly on the way home. “That was a brilliant last minute save that man made, there. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it myself!”

“It’s certainly unusual,” Aziraphale said. “I’m not sure how I feel about wearing that, to be honest.”

“Oh, come on, angel, it’s not that bad,” Crowley cajoled. “Wear it for me?”

Aziraphale huffed. “Whose idea was this whole party thing? I’m not at all sure we should even be going.”

Crowley reached over and took his hand without comment.

 ++

One week later, the night of the party arrived.

Crowley grinned at Aziraphale after dinner. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

“Oh, dear, I don’t know –” Aziraphale said. “You’re going to have to help me with the spray paint, yes?”

“Angel, you don’t have to spray-paint yourself,” Crowley pointed out. “You’re an ethereal being with powers. Just do it!”

“That’s true,” Aziraphale said doubtfully. “I still think I’m going to look ridiculous.”

“You’re going to look hot, angel.” Crowley said, closing that conversation. “Now come on, let’s get changed.”

Crowley had a very easy time of it, slipping into his outfit easily and excitedly. He actually couldn’t believe he’d given the angel such a hard time about this – he was truly rather excited about this one. Aziraphale, however, was locked away in his closet making fussy noises as he tried to work out his half.

“You ok in there, angel?” Crowley called.

“Just fine! Out in a moment,” the angel called back.

Crowley wandered downstairs and carefully made himself a martini while he waited. Finally, after having time to slowly sip half of it, he heard Aziraphale making his way downstairs. He turned around and gasped at the vision before him.

Aziraphale was clad head to toe in a tight gold dress that clung to his form, and his skin was covered everywhere with a thick layer of gold to which he’d added just a bit of angelic glow so that he looked radiant on all surfaces. His hair had been smoothed out of its usual curl a bit and swooped down over his forehead, and if Crowley wasn’t mistaken he’d modified his corporation a bit to be a little more female-shaped – it nipped in a bit more at the waist and flared out becomingly below.

Goldfinger, Crowley thought. I knew there was a reason that movie was one of my favorites.

“Why do you get to be Bond and I have to be the Bond girl again?” the angel asked plaintively.

“Because! I’ve got the bullet marks in my car. Plus, I never get to wear a tuxedo,” Crowley said. “Besides, you kind of like it, admit it.”

“Of course I like it, you look amazing,” Aziraphale said, sincerely.

“I meant, you kind of like what you’re wearing.” Crowley grinned. “Don’t you? Just a little tiny bit?”

Aziraphale flapped a hand and tried to stifle a returning grin. “Oh stop. I suppose I do look better in gold than you do,” he said, preening a little. “And the skin tone is sort of fun. Haven’t dressed as a lady in quite some time!”

Crowley sauntered over and kissed him. “You look delectable, Ms. Galore. You’re going to be the hit of the party.”

The demon offered his arm most dashingly and Aziraphale took it, casting one last look in the mirror as they headed out. The things you do for love, he thought, casting a glance at his devastatingly handsome date in his well-cut tuxedo. He took a moment to make the heels he was wearing just the tiniest bit taller and magically more comfortable, and then straightened up.

He tossed his hair back and tried to assemble the best Bond-girl attitude he could manage. He hadn’t even shown Crowley yet the pretend pistol he’d strapped to his thigh. He’d save that for later, when they were dancing. He was certain that detail would bring the evening to a rather pleasant resolution.

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Food and Wine Festival

Food and Wine Festival

Tom Holland x Reader 

Warnings: Fluff and Food

Summary: A trip to Disney World, but seeing it in a new light. 

A/N: This is my first of two works I have for @peeterparkr and @marvelousxtsh (now @lovestrucktom) for their Rom Coms writing challenge. Both of them are separate from one another. I am VERY LATE on this, but I had to get my college readings annotated before band camp starts because I know I will have no time then to work at all.

#mandnchickflicksummer

I’ve only been to Epcot once on a band trip and I realized why I don’t like it (or maybe it’s just my family). I tried to do some research before writing this. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Requests are open and Messages are open if you want to chat. I’m trying to make these shorter because I’m behind on some of my writing. Also, sorry for not really putting the events in order by where they are in the park. I haven’t been there in years and forget how it’s set up. P.P.S. As I was googling stuff, the question came up on what phd does Dr. Doofenshmirtz have on reddit? The person who asked had a username of u/SEND_ME_YOUR_D1CK and that made me laugh at 5 a.m. I’m going to link the two videos that helped me out. One is from Disney Food Blog which gives great coverage on disney snacks in all parks and one is a vlog from one of my favorite youtubers, Syndicate (on his Life of Tom vlog channel)

Disney Food Blog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNk550AeBuY

Life of Tom vlog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG1-M-EqdLo

P.S. Ok, I’ve now seen Far From Home because I won a bet and my mom said she’d take me to see my first Marvel movie in theaters. I’m going to write something else about what happened that day. ♡

Tag list: Send me an ask if you want to be added. 

@trashinaglass and @peter-pan-hoe ( @definitely-not-black-cat and @nnatasha you two seemed to like my stuff so I added you, tell me if you want me to take you off) 

Song Prompt:

1. I see the light – Tangled

Word count: 1,383

This ended up being so much longer than I intended.

"Tom. Please. I've been to Disney World a million times. I can probably make it around Magic Kingdom without a map that's how well I know it." It was late summer, before the hussle of school and work swept everyone away, Tom wanted to get away for a mini vacation with you.

“Please come with me. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy it. And you know how much Disneyland freaks out when there's a celebrity there. Also, you can go on different things that you wouldn't normally go on.” You don’t like to admit when he’s right. Your family can be a little controlling when it comes to vacations. Like why does a baseball game need to be involved in every one.

“You know that won’t stop people from coming up to you.”

“We’ll just wear our matching bucket hats and be that couple. Please.” You couldn’t resist his puppy pout anymore, and you both needed a break.

“Ok, as long as we don't go on roller coasters if I get sick from one.” 

“I won't make you go through that. Especially the amount of stories you tell me about someone being sick on vacation.”

After a long plane ride and a good night's rest, you two are ready for a trip. You got your backpack with the old school Disney World logo ready to get your weekly tickets. You got the tickets while Tom was spending time with a couple people who noticed him. You both never minded it as long as they were respectful. You thank the lady as Tom heads back to where you’re standing. 

“Ok, you want to head to Epcot first?” 

That five letter word made you choke on your own spit.  You followed Tom up the railway to the monorail. As you waited in line, you felt the need to tell Tom what's been eating at your mind. “Tom, you know I don't really like Epcot that much.”  

“What! Why?”  

“Well, the only other time I've been here was with my family once we went on the band field trip here. You know my dad never keeps his opinion to himself about how he thinks all of this ozone layer and eco saving thing is bullshit and how he hates culture. He just kinda complained that whole day, so I've never liked the park. Also, there's more food than rides here and you know I’m not a big food guru.” 

“Is your dad coming with us?” 

“What?”

“Is your dad coming on our vacation with us?” 

“No. But what does that-.” 

“Then his opinion and voice should not affect our judgement.” To be fair, Tom has changed your opinion on a lot of things, football (English kind) being one of them. You just didn't know if you could shut up that annoying tick in the back of your head that repeats all the things your Dad would say about this place, but you were willing to give it a shot. You grabbed a food passport and map in front of the golf ball and off you two went.

Before entering the park, you booked fastpasses for the one thing you knew you loved at Epcot, and that was Sorin’. It felt like you had wings and earth with its gravity could never take hold of you again. Even with the fastpasses the line wasn’t too long because people wanted to be the first to get the food in all the countries. It reminded you how Harry would have his drones to get the cinematic videos of the ocean washing up on the beach that look gorgeous. But alas, you had to touch ground again and continue. 

You two went to have a good time eating stuff. Like you wanted to order everything from the Irish stand, except the alcohol which Tom took so you could keep the decorative cup (best boyfriend ever), so you settled on chocolate pudding with custard and the two of you split the Irish sausage with potatoes and gravy. You two weren’t worried about overfilling yourselves because 1) everyone does that at the food and wine festival and 2) there weren’t many rides that could make you throw up afterwards. 

You grab a Light Lab Phosphorescent Phreeze (you secretly wanted to collect all the cups you could) and signed up to do a Perry the Platypus adventure in the UK (just to see if Tom liked their stereotyping). “Okay, well this is from and American Disney Show Phineas and Ferb where they do a bunch of crazy stuff during the summer, and the subplot is their pet platypus is a secret agent that stops this not-so-good supervillain every episode. Dr. Dofesnberg-something was his name. You basically have to go to different shops within the country, follow the story video on our phone, and some objects will move as you interact with stuff. Basically stopping this guy from carrying out his completely elaborate and unnecessary evil scheme to rule the world.” 

“Okay, and of course it’s about golf. How can you get more British than that.” Apparently the adventure included tea once you told the cashier a secret word phrase, so yes, it got more British than golf. 

You guys stopped by Canada and you could not stop doing impressions of Ryan Renolds as you stopped for a quick snack as the Perry the Platypus mission took an hour. You ordered a Canadian Cheddar Cheese and Bacon soup with pretzel rolls to split (of which you only at the pretzels because even Tom doesn’t know why you don’t like bacon).

After the Frozen ride and a couple more snacks along the way you settled in China and watched some acrobatics and get out of the heat. You couldn’t do everything in Mexico, but the San Angel Inn would be a place you save for a different trip. You got your faces painted to be half skulls with decorative details. It definitely helped you get recognized less. 

Last stop of the night before the fireworks/water show you traveled to Japan. The architecture was realistic and you just thought of the time it took for someone to design and construct that. You both waited in line to try to see if you could get a pearl out of an oyster. You both end up getting one with the lady being very excited for you two. “Mine was 7 ¾ mm, and what was your Tom?”

“7 ½ mm. But you know size doesn’t matter.”

It wasn’t long before the fireworks and lights danced on the water’s surface and you two were heading back from a long day. Tom wanted to take the ferry boat back complaining that the line for the monorail was too long. It always is but the boat was very slow. You gave into his wishes because he was the one who made you enjoy the park today. You stood over the bow of the ship looking at your reflection upon the water until Tom broke you from your thoughts.

“So, didn't I say you would have a good time?”

 “Yes you did. My dad's opinion did not affect my judgement as much as I thought it would. It’s still hard to see things with my own opinion, but I’m getting better at it. Thank you Tom.” 

“My pleasure princess. Maybe next time we can crack some oysters and keep the pearl” You two share a sweet kiss and the fireworks in Magic Kingdom across the water started going off. Nothing could make this moment more romantic. “But there's still one more thing to do tonight.” 

“Thomas Stanley Holland. Do NOT follow that statement with ‘when we get back to the hotel’.” 

He laughed so much that he leaned back and his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Not what I was going to say darling.” You’re still confused at his intentions, until he starts playing music from his phone and holds your arms out while you two are on the tip of the boat; keeping his hands on your hips.

“Only you could turn this into a Titanic moment. “I'm flying Jack. I'm flying.”

The moment had gotten better once you realized Tom had asked a crew member to take your picture, and now you have a new phone background and a new perspective.

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