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tcheschirewrites · 3 years

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Happy New Year!

Part of me wanted to do a Year In Review post, like I’ve seen a few other creators do, but instead of talking about myself (which I do for the entire rest of the year anyway lmao), I’m gonna do a reclist instead, of the best fics I’ve read this year. A lot of it is BNHA, because that’s been my main fandom for 2020, but I did spend a decent amount of time in other spaces. If you see a **, that means there’s boning at some point – if the fic is in bold, then there’s a lot of boning. I @ed their Tumblr if I knew it off the top of my head, but I may have missed some.

BNHA

Don't Yuck Her Yum by rumblefish ( @rumbllefish) (League of Villains Gen)

Complete – A quick disclaimer, pia is a mutual and a friend. That being said, this is such a cute little snapshot into the LOV with everyone’s favorite Found Family trope. Now, I’ll admit to being additionally biased because pia gave me that sweet sweet Dadpress food, but her Spinner is also on point. Short and sweet.

the Issue of the Jeanist Corpse (the Jorpse) by Princeliest (Hawks & Jeanist Gen)

Complete – Witty and hilarious, a deleted scene when Hawks went to visit Best Jeanist before War Arc. I love how antsy Hawks is, and how fussy Jeanist. Also, I’m a sucker for putting a j at the beginning of everything for Jeaninst.

Queer Eye: We're In Japan! And There Are Pro Heroes Everywhere!! by night_of_the_living_trashcan (Background Erasermic Family)

Complete – I love a good Queer Eye fic, and this one is so spot on. The Fab Five couldn’t get a better candidate than Aizawa (well, almost; see below). And I’m a sucker for Erasermic family.

**Yesterday's Gods by Karzai (All Might/Reader)

WIP - Reader character is an ex-military doctor who comes to work at UA. If you’re a fan of very well-developed backstories, and reader characters that are their own people, then this is the fic for you. This fic gives me huge Newsroom vibes - we’ve got a past romance, and the tension after years apart. We get present day when they are older and more jaded, and we get the backstory of the reader character and All Might when they were young and spry.

**surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids ( @ofmermaidstories) (Bakugou/Reader)

WIP - Bakugou accidentally destroys a florist’s shop. Bar none the best Bakugou fic out there - his characterization is so on point. He is grouchy but so vulnerable, he’s coarse and soft and insecure and such a perfectionist. The relationship with the reader character develops very naturally, and the chapters are long. Bonus, we get some bangin’ Kiri as well.

**if i could keep cool by andypantsx3 ( @andypantsx3) (Todoroki/Reader)

Complete – I’m in love with the premise of the fic: a hired cleaner gets kidnapped due to a misunderstanding of the romantic variety. Andie’s Todo is well written, and the pacing of the story is nice and tight. An easy read.

**Subject: RAPTOR by Tainted_Wine ( @tainted-wine)(Hawks/Reader)

Complete – The villains have turned Hawks into a Nomu, and reader works collecting semen for the facility for breeding purposes. Bigtime monster-fucking, but it’s very poignant and well-done. Very long, but well worth the time.

**My Hero by HeroAssociation(Aizawa/Reader)

WIP – Reader character is a milf whose son enters a contest to meet his favorite hero and wins. The author’s Aizawa is really good, and the scenes with the reader’s son are very realistic for maternal love. And, I cannot emphasize this enough, reader character is a milf. It’s incomplete, and hasn’t updated in a while, but the premise is so cute I can’t not include it.

suffer the signs by advantagetexas(Aizawa/Reader)

Complete – Baby’s first hanahaki. Honestly a very cute little hanahaki – no angst or sads, just two idiots in love. A nice quick read.

But they're soft... by coffee_dessert (Aizawa/Reader)

Complete – Aizawa gets turned into a cat by a villain’s quirk, and the reader character takes care of him until it wears off. I’ve heard this premise is popular? But I haven’t seen too too many, and this one is very well executed. Aizawa’s characterization is solid, and the pacing is very good. A very sweet read.

**no grave to hold my body down by Hawnks (supermintfluff) ( @hawnks)(Shinsou/Reader)

Complete – Pro Hero Shinsou saves the reader character, and they keep running into each other. This one is a good character study on adult Shinsou, and Hawnks’ writing is always very clean and lovely. I recommend going through their entire selection.

Love Like You by Queen_Kai (Shinsou/Reader)

Complete – Color Soulmate AU with a villain reader. Very cute, and I adore Shinsou’s characterization in this one. I honestly wish there was more, but it stands on its own very well.

Naruto

**Maid with Benefits by awolangel (Akatsuki/Reader)

WIP – Reader is hired to be a live-in maid to the Akatsuki, and also have lots of sex. This fic is hilarious, and so well characterized. The pacing is actually really good, as well as the development of all of the relationships. There are some characters that get more attention than others, but we do get a nice spread. Very fun escapism fic.

Moonshine by Victopteryx ( @ancharan) (HashiMada)

Complete – Prohibition Era Bootlegging AU. Author’s handle on both Madara and Hashirama is incredible (and they draw their own fanart, and it’s also incredible). A whole-ass meal.

Tobirama Kicks Some Sense Into Konoha by allseer15 (Tobirama&Naruto Gen)

Complete – Tobirama gets sent back in time due to an accidental jutsu, and is horrified at the way Konoha is run, and promptly Rampages over it. Wonderful catharsis for anyone who wondered why it was okay for a rich-ass old man to just leave an infant a welfare check and a shitty apartment and dip out on his development even though he has the equivalent of a nuclear warhead in his upper intestine.

Misc

**Clouds by moriamithril (Star Wars Rogue One, Cassian Andor/Reader)

Complete – Reader character is a handler/assistant type figure to Cassian over a series of missions. We get a lot of emotions in this one – we get the tenderness of caring for someone who is ill, we get devotion, we get yearning, we get delicious jealousy. Well written and lovely.

Fresh Coat by scrapmetal (The Mandalorian, Boba & Din Gen)

Complete – Fantastic Boba and Din, the Mando culture representation we deserve. I’m love.

**A Far Greater Sin (Reader version) by Yavannie (The Mandalorian, Din Djarin/Reader)

Complete – Reader is a healer, and builds a relationship with Mando over the course of a couple decades. Great pacing, great RC development, and the author’s Mando is quite good. The premise/setting gives me wicked fantasy vibes, even though it’s obviously In Space, but that’s definitely a draw.

who's gonna save us now (when the ashes hit the ground) by chancellor_valdez (Ready or Not, Grace/Daniel)

Complete – My favorite of the “Grace and Daniel Survive Together” subgenere, this one is very raw with its emotions. There’s a lot of hurt, and there’s a lot of self-harming coping mechanisms. Recovery is ugly, and the author did a very good job showing us that. And their ending was lovely.

not your garden variety demon lord by rizahawkaye (Inuyasha, SanSessh)

Complete – Sango takes care of Rin sometimes, and gets confused when Sesshoumaru brings her gifts. The author’s Sessh is so good, and it’s a great exploration of a relationship we don’t see much of.

Mine Enemy by Ayrith (Inuyasha, InuSan)

Complete – I love this fic, okay. Fantastic character study in Sango and a lot of the rougher parts of her that canon shied away from, and the author’s Inuyasha characterization is fucking great. Just go read this, yes.

Frozen Plus One by Meowzy (Frozen, HansAnna)

WIP – Troll AU, ie the trolls cursed Hans and that’s why he is That Way. Look, this author has done such a good job with all of the characters. Their voices are very distinct, and it’s not a reach at all to see how it could have gone differently. And we get some sweet HansAnnaKris action, and it is just as we deserve. Honestly, this fic is so well written, it deserves the world.

Knives In by anomalation (Knives Out, Marta/Ransom)

Complete – My favorite of the Pen Pals subgenre, this one is a fantastic slow burn. Ransom is really forced to face himself, and Marta is such a babe. Meg makes a few appearances, and her confusion over her place in the world is really well done. A great enemies-to-lovers.

It's Not Anxiety, It's a Parasite by squadrickchestopher (Venom, Queer Eye)

Complete – Look, I’ve mentioned before, but I love a good Queer Eye fic. Eddie gets what he deserves, and the symbiote couldn’t be more happy. So funny and clever.

You Find Yourself in a Maze by FloaromaMeadow ( @zombiekaiba) (S0 Atem Gen)

Complete – Very short and very poignant, the style is modeled after text-based command games. It fits super well with the Season 0 aesthetic, and there’s so much punch in each command.

Gaud's Grinch x Tony Fix-it Fic by gaudy_writes ( @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses)

WIP – Look, I know, all right. Just read it.

#fic recs #i'm sorry but i don't feel like tagging alla that #maybe i will later idk lmao #in case anyone wonders what kind of fics i read in my spare time

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jensonsbuttons · 3 years

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High School AU where Nicholas Latifi and Michael Phelps are stepbrothers who hate each other and are sports rivals - they end up in detention and end up bonding #pals.

OHHHHH I’M INTRIGUED. Absolutely a lot that can be done with this trope and i DO think it would be funny to see those two interact, especially if they hated each other. I feel like Nicky wouldn’t hate as much as just be passive aggressive about a lot whereas Michael would be a little bit more direct. The hamsters ran a bit and I came up with a little something from the detention scene under the cut!

“Can’t believe you got us in detention,” Michael said but Nicholas was quick to scoff at the accusation.

“Me? I got us in detention?”

“You sure did!”

“You’re the one that threw the ball of paper! They said that was why we’re in here!” Nicholas stated, not wanting to raise his voice too much for concerns of more detention.

“No, you said ‘fuck’ and then we got hit with detention! Seems like its your fault.” Nicholas rolled his eyes towards his new step brother. To him, it seemed that if swimming didn’t work out, Michael could go into politics or become a lawyer with how many accusations he was throwing around.

“Would you just shut up? We’re in here. The end.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, the second hand on the clock ticking to fill up space.

“I’m not mad that you got us detention. I’m mad that I’m missing practice,” Michael lamented, which made Nicholas scoff once more.

“Join the club, pal. We’re both missing practice. Did you forget I was on the team too?”

Michael hadn’t. But, he didn’t necessarily want to think about Nicholas on the team either. He was good. In fact, he was a threat to Michael. And threats had to take a backseat. Michael had been the school’s top swimmer for years and there was no way Nicholas was going to ruin that.

“Coach will be pissed at us. That’s for sure,” Nicholas mumbled but it was enough to break Michael out of his thoughts.

The older brother groaned thinking about how many extra laps and meters he (and Nicholas) would have to make up.

“Yeah, that right there is enough to make me want to be a model student for the rest of the year,” he joked. Nicholas tried his best not to laugh but gave up.

“You and model student? I would pay to see that happen.”

#my writing #maisie #answered #this was.....such an interesting ask and man i wish i was back in the old days of hyperfixating on the olympics #cause i think i could've gotten michael's character a little bit better #but instead i made him a bit of a douche!!!!!#regardless this was fun thank you!!!!

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spaceprincessem · 4 years

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Flying

A Titans Dick/Kory meeting AU based off of the prompt: The ride won’t allow single riders so you are forced to sit with a stranger meet up AU (Can also read on AO3)

Dick loved his friends. They were his family, his partners, his backup in battle. He would do anything for them. Despite his fondness for his found team it wasn’t enough to stop him from internally groaning when Dawn suggested they go to the amusement park on their day off. It wasn’t that Dick didn’t enjoy the rides, he loved roller coasters and, when Donna convinced him to break his healthy eating habits, a funnel cake every now and then. The problem was their group consisted of five people, which meant someone would always be a single rider. Every time they had gone out to do something like this everyone was pretty good about splitting up taking that position, but now, it was pretty obvious who all the match ups were going to be. Hank and Dawn had been together a little over a year and Garth and Donna occasionally flirted. Dick knew Garth was wanting to take the next step, so how could he deny his friend the chance to grab Donna’s hand when the coast plunged to the bottom from it’s terrifyingly high drop? This meant that Dick would be the solo rider for the day.

“We could always make Hank ride by himself on this one.” Dawn suggested as they neared the front of the line for one of the parks most popular coasters.

“You know he’s going to need to hold your hand when he gets scared, Dawn.” Garth teased.

Hank wrapped his arm around Dawn, smiling. “I wasn’t the one screaming bloody murder on the last coaster, pal.” He said, lightly poking Garth in the chest, causing the others to laugh.

“It’s not a big deal.” Dick said with a shrug of his shoulders. “As long as the other single rider they put with me doesn’t puke this time.” Dick secretly thanked his god like reflexes and acrobatic skills. He had narrowly avoided the trail of vomit from his ride partner two roller coasters ago. The girl had profusely apologized, but Dick was just happy it didn’t ruin their trip.

“Yeah, that was almost a disaster.” Donna said as they moved to the front of the line.

“How many?” The ride attendant asked in a miserable voice.

“Five.” Garth responded before the attendant pointed them to their seats.

“Does anyone have a group of three to fill up this cart?” The attendant yelled to the fellow line goers.

“Oh! Us!” A boy shouted as he jumped up and down in the air, a large grin on his face.

“Step forward.” The attendant motioned, letting them through the gate.

Dick watched a teenage boy with shockingly bright green hair, a small teenage girl with dark, blue hair, and the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen move through the crowd. Dick felt his heart hammer in his chest as she moved across the platform, fiery hair swishing down her back, her emerald eyes sparkling with joy as she watched the teens run to their spot. He realized with both absolute joy and terror that she was heading to the same spot he was.

“Kory, you don’t mind that Rachel and I ride together on this one, do you?” The boy asked as the girl named Rachel nodded her head in agreement.

She laughed, a magical sound, as she said, “Not at all, Gar.”

He watched the two teens high five and start to move into the seats just in front of him. The woman, named Kory, walked over to where he was standing, still watching her with wide eyes. For a brief moment he could have sworn he saw Hank and Donna shoot him a thumbs up before they took their seats.

“Mind if I’m your ride partner for this one?” She asked.

Dick took a second to realize she was talking to him before he shook his head, returning her smile. “Not at all.” He moved into his seat and she climbed in next to him, her hand brushing against his as she reached for her seatbelt.

“You’re not one of those people who come to amusement parks by themselves, are you?” She asked with an inquisitive eyebrow.

Dick laughed. “No, I just have the unfortunate circumstance of being in a friend group of two couples.” He said as he nodded to the next car ahead where his friends were sitting. “Those your kids?” He asked as he indicated towards Rachel and Gar who were chatting excitedly about the ride.

Kory beamed with pride as she nodded her head. “Not biologically, but we’re a found family so to speak. We found each other when we needed it most. I would do anything for them.”

Dick could feel his insides melt as he bathed in her warmth and happiness. He understood what it was like to choose your family. “Even brave riding with a stranger on a roller coaster, how kind of you.” He teased as the ride attendants came around to check that they were properly buckled.

Kory laughed. “My name is Kory.” She said as she held her hand out to him.

Dick took it, noticing her skin was smooth and warm in his own rough and calloused ones. “Dick Grayson.”

“Well, Dick,” she hummed, her tongue clicking as she said his name, “now we’re not strangers.”

Before Dick could say anything more the two teenagers briefly turned around in their seats, their smiles wide as they looked at Kory.

“Don’t forget our themed pose for this one!” Gar said.

“Super serious super model smolder, correct?” Kory asked bemused.

“That’s the one!” Rachel agreed. “The camera is at the bottom of the second hill, so be prepared.”

“Will do.” Kory said before they faced forward again. The cart began to move up the tracks, slowly, the ticking of the chains growing louder as they went up hill.

“Themed poses?” Dick asked, curious.

“Our tradition is to take a bunch of themed photos on all of the rides that have cameras.” Kory explained. “We pick the funniest or best one and buy it to take home. You should see how many terrible roller coaster photos we have.”

Dick couldn’t even begin to tell her how much he would very much like to see that. He had been a single rider many times over the past year, but he had never met anyone quite like the woman that was sitting next to him now. He couldn’t stop his pounding heartbeat. “So smoldering super model, huh?” He asked, already thinking of the perfect pose.

Kory eyed him curiously, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Let’s see your best shot, Mr. Grayson.”

The roller coaster inched its way to the top and Dick looked out over the park. He loved the feeling of the first drop, it was like an adrenaline rush he could only mimic while he was fighting crime or speeding through the streets on his motorcycle. “The first drop is my favorite,” he said as they neared the peak, “it almost feels like-“

“Flying.” Kory finished for him.

“Yeah,” Dick said, a surprise smile over taking his handsome features, “just like flying.” He was able to meet her green eyes for a moment longer before the coaster tipped over the hill, starting their ride.

When the car pulled into the station Dick and Kory were laughing. Dick watched as Kory tucked her wind swept hair behind her ears. As soon as she was out of the cart Rachel and Gar grabbed her hands, dragging her down the ramp.

“I think this will be our best one.” Gar said happily. “I had the perfect lip pout.”

“I’m sure you did.” Kory said. She threw her head over her shoulder, her eyes meeting with Dick’s, a smile filling her lips.

Dick for his part was frozen in his spot for a moment, not sure what to do. His trance was only broken when he felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him towards the exit.

“Please tell me you got her number.” Hank said, with Garth nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, if you don’t I will.” Donna agreed, elbowing her best friend playfully in the side.

“I-uh…” Dick was speechless as they moved into the guest shop to see their roller coaster picture. He looked up at the different faces flashing across the screen, laughing at Garth’s terrified expression.

“I told you my lips had the perfect pout.” He heard Gar say as he pointed up at one of the screens.

“Rachel your eyes are intense.” Kory noted as she looked at the picture, her hands on her hips.

“And Kory looks gorgeous as always.” Rachel said with a happy sigh. “I see that your ride partner also participated.”

Dick caught sight of their picture and grinned at his perfect model face. Rachel had been right, though, Kory did look simply gorgeous. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes staring directly at the camera with fierce intensity, her fiery hair perfectly blown around her face.

“We’re definitely getting this one.” Gar said.

Dick watched as Kory moved to the counter to buy the photo. He swallowed the lump in his throat, not knowing what to do. Before he could make a move she was already heading towards his group, the teens in tow behind her, grins plastered on their faces.

Dick cleared his throat as Kory stopped just in front of them. “Thanks for being my ride partner.” He said pathetically. He could go up against terrible villains and bad guys, but for some reason, when faced with a beautiful person, all of his courage faltered.

“Thanks for completing our photo.” She said as she handed him an extra one that she bought. “This is so you don’t forget about us.” She said.

He took the photo, smiling at the gift. Kory turned to leave as Gar suggested which ride to go to next. Dick caught sight of Rachel mouthing “turn it over” before she ran to catch up with her small family. Dick raised an eyebrow as he flipped the photo over. In neat handwriting was Kory’s name and telephone number. Dick grinned as he ran after the small group.

#dickkory #titans #dick grayson #koriand'r #robstar #robin #starfire #tt #here's my contribution to make up for the lack of crumbs we have received this season #eat well my dickkory fam eat well

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ididntwanttobeahalfblood · 5 years

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Jercy fic recs???? Plz

Sure thing! From the top of my head:

On Ao3

The Sandwich Thief by boombashkas

Summary: Someone at work has started stealing Jason's lunch every day. And leaving stupid letters behind in its place.

Play Pretend by razielim (explicit)

Jason is a model student and a perfect son. Or, he's trying to be those things, but it's chipping away at his emotional stability. So perhaps he wasn't really thinking clearly when he asked Jackson, the class punk and delinquent, to help him get his parents off his back.

On FF.net

Holy Ground by hale-and-hearty (explicit)

Summary: “Do you count as an ex if you're also the current boyfriend?" "Current? We've been dating for four years. Is 'current' even the right word for 'stuck with each other forever?" In which Jason learns that being more than just a summer fling means you have to face heartbreak, and Percy can't handle relationships. AU (Side PercyxLuke, brief JasonxReyna)

Radio Rivalry by Hot Crimson Passion (explicit)

Percy and Jason work at the same radio station. And they hate each other with a passion. When they have to take their broadcast on the road, everything boils over for both of them.

I won’t let this opportunity pass without promoting my own work on ao3 because you know self-promo is life.

Completed works:

Congratulations! You’re in love with your best friend. by notmeagain

Summary: Jason realizes he’s in love with Percy via a Buzzfeed quiz.

Meeting You Here by notmeagain

Summary: A collection of Jercy AUs.

Incomplete works:

from me to you (here to there to wherever you are) by notmeagain

Summary: A pen pal program brings two young boys together over the course of years. Each year brings them new experiences and challenges that could break their long-time friendship or make it stronger. Also known as the penpal au literally no one asked for.

Fun at Summer Camp by notmeagain

Summary: Summer Camp was supposed to be a fun experience from the campers to the councilors and it should have been if wasn't for the fact that there was literally another camp right across the lake with two head councilors, Percy and Jason, trying to go at each other at every opportunity. At least everyone else thinks it's cute.

#jercy #jercy fic recs #wow someone is actually asking me for recs #am i a jercy authority???#Anonymous

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youllallriseintheink · 4 years

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Mixed Ink AU shorts #1

"Top o' tha mornin' to ya! My name is Shawn Flynn, and today we're here because of somethin' the lovely Allison Pendle here found in Joey Drew's backroom! Allison would you like to tell us about this very special discovery?"

Allison looked to the video camera. "Am I on it? Am I in the right place?" She whispered to Shawn.

Shawn got up and checked. "Yep."

"Alright. So, first of all, I didn't find it, my boyfriend did. But no matter. What we found is a potion. If you mix it with ink and give it to two people within fifteen minutes of each other, they'll switch personalities. Now, Joey had the thing labeled as 'useless,' and I guess he's right. But he forgot one thing we could do with it. Shawn?"

"Use it on random people and watch what it does for own selfish entertainment while filming for prosperity!" Shawn yelled as he raised his arms, his voice full of mocking enthusiasm. A camera made him into an even bigger ham than usual.

"Alright. And you know who I think we should use it on first?"

"Who?"

"There's this little girl- a fellow voice actress named Susie Campbell. I've tried to make friends with her, but the girl is just so bitter about being recast that she can't bring herself to be anything but rude to me. I think we should switch her with someone a little angrier and see what happens."

"Like me?"

"Dude, you're the one using half his vacation days on this. Let's not risk you losing your nerve to film this just yet."

"Okay. Well, Joey definitely has anger issues," Shawn pouted, thinking about how he'd been screamed at for mispainting one lousy doll.

"Hmm... Not a bad idea, but Joey can usually keep his anger under wraps when it's good for him. Oh, idea! Let's swap me with someone more obnoxious so that I can really get her angry!"

Shawn snapped his fingers. "My good buddy Lacie knows just the guy."

--- "Welcome to the beautiful and uncharted territory of the Joey Drew Studios recording room. Here we can find a variety of luscious wildlife, such as the strange and pointy Sammy bird we see currently striding towards us."

"Hello, are you lost?" Sammy said in a far more polite tone than his face conveyed.

Shawn clicked off the video camera. "Nope. Here making an official, uh, documentary. Just as Joey Drew asked. We just need some footage of the voice actin' and music makin' and we'll be on our way."

"Alright, then. Just don't make noise where we're recording, okay?"

Shawn nodded. Sammy turned away, and Shawn started up the video camera again. "Truly magnificent creatures."

Shawn then endured what felt to him to be an absurdly long wait while the music room recorded gold. Whenever he could, Shawn would add in a quip about wild Jackolopes or the like, but mostly he was waiting for the moment when a break was called and Susie and Allison emerged. "The wild Susie is a jealous little bird, but this subspecies of Susie, the Joeyed Susie, is especially bitter. Let's watch as she observes the wild Bertrumed Allison's every move."

Allison was strutting around like she owned the place. "Mrs. Campbell, could you fetch me some water? The great Allison Pendle is thirsty." Allison was looking down on Susie like she was a servant, and Susie was gritting her teeth. She left grumbling.

"Ooh, I think we're about to see a show of dominance!" Shawn said.

Susie returned with a bottle of water and, with a fake smile on her face, tossed the bottle at Allison. It was uncapped, and it spilled all over her. "Oh, I'm sorry, Allie. You know a pal like me wouldn't do something like that on purpose. But you know, I'm just as clumsy out here as you are in the recording booth. I mean, as I am. Of course. That's what I meant," she said in a voice that made it clear that it wasn't.

Allison looked just puffed up with rage. "How dare you. I'll have you know that I was a distinguished model before this, and that is a kind of acting all on its own. You're pretty and talented enough, but standing next to me you look like you fell off a turnip truck and landed in proper society last week."

Everyone in the room gave them a little space. The girls were acting pretty weird, but they'd been expecting this to happen eventually. Shawn set the video camera on the floor- it took all his effort not to start laughing. Meanwhile, Susie was infuriated. She sprang on Allison, and the two were wrestling on the ground in seconds.

"Despite their tiny size," Shawn whispered, "Susies are savage." Indeed, she was- Allison, being the bigger and stronger of the two, quickly grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back, but Susie was still scratching her up with her claws. Allison smiled, knowing she was in the superior position.

Then, Joey burst in and immediately looked devastated. "Somebody separate them!" he yelled desperately. Norman came down from his recording booth and tore Allison off of Susie with relative ease. Joey looked distraught. "I wish I could say I was surprised. I knew that this was a long time coming, and I know this is partially my fault. We need to talk and work something out. You two, my office, first thing tomorrow morning. And please, try not to kill each other before then." Joey looked just about ready to cry.

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The next clip took place in Shawn's apartment once again.

"Thank the Lord almighty that we were able to find an antidote," Shawn said, "or Susie and miss Allison here might justa' talked themselves out of their jobs."

Allison nodded. "I made sure she got some, too. Can't let this go too far. As for Joey, we think we'll leave him like this a while. He's nicer this way. And hey, maybe he'll come in handy for our plans tomorrow."

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #mixed ink au #my fanfiction #susie campbell #allison pendle #joey drew #shawn flynn

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kiseiakhun · 4 years

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thoughts on teen disasters au

- stars and constellations as a name?

- Roy and Wally are the type of friends no one knows how tf they’re friends because they’re always fighting over something but in moments when they’re alone they’re the type of pals who can just, chill? like they’d sit for hours in the same room without talking to each other and then Wally would throw his pen across the room and start ranting about this teacher and Roy’s just like “wow, sounds like a dick”. and then they’d go back to sitting in silence. they’re just picking on each other constantly around other people because they both feel like they’ve got this puffed-up persona they’ve got to maintain in public. Donna thinks it’s so stupid, and she’s right.

- Kyle and Donna met each other when Donna was modeling for Kyle’s art class and when Kyle hurried after the hot model to get her number he tripped on his scarf and fell and got a spectacular nosebleed and Donna laughed at him before helping him up

- he did get her number tho so he won in the end

- (and then they broke up. nvm. sorry Kyle)

- Garth and Roy are the ones who act most like boyfriends but it’s not even on purpose, it’s because they keep being sweet at each other in different ways and these two affection-starved assholes are both like ??? !!!!!!! it’s like watching two baby fawns circling around each other occasionally booping noses. and dicks.

- Wally and Dick share the crown for seeming to be genuine but actually being phenomenal liars. you just don’t notice because they’re masters of misdirection

- Garth was actually sort of wary of Wally at first because of it until he realized it’s a survival mechanism

- Literally none of them knew how bad Wally’s home life was until maybe a year after knowing him and then they all beat themselves up for not seeing the signs???

- I’m trying to work out what tf Donna’s backstory is and looking at the canon continuity snarl like #yikes

- Wally usually calls Roy first when he’s close to having a breakdown because Roy’s usually available and one of his hidden talents is talking people down from A Panic. Roy was the first one to figure there’s probably something going on in the background of Wally’s life. They never talk about it after because Real Men Don’t Have Feelings

- ykw I’m gonna make the previous Garth-Tula-Kaldur thing canon because the thought of Kaldur and Garth playing tug of war over Tula and Kaldur realizing he’s gay AFTER he starts dating her is hilarious

- Garth just keeps popping up in random places? One day he’s in Central then the next he’s in Keystone then he’s in Coast City and then Star and everyone’s like how tf are you getting places. what do you even do???

- (hitch-hike and couch surf and do under the table jobs that aren’t (usually) illegal just… yk. not listed on official avenues. also he draws from his funds that he’s been saving up since he was like, fifteen. Mera also made him accept a card from Arthur that links to one of his accounts but Garth refuses to touch it)

- Roy tops Dick more in ttgb but I feel it’s the other way here?? Dick is… demi? Grey-ace? He’s not really that interested in sex for sex’s sake but he still likes the physical contact and the psychological aspects of d/s. Maybe he does eventually get the urge to get down and dirty but it comes out of nowhere and whammies him like six months into knowing these weirdos and he’s like What The Heck

- The first time he sees Garth shotgunning a hit to Roy and it makes him get a boner he just stares down at his lap in shock and betrayal. And outrage. Because excuse you. ExCUSE YOU.

- The first time Roy calls Wally a slut it was in a joking context. Like haha you’re a slut now too. And Wally just pops a boner on the spot.

- Wally and Dick: the constantly getting victimized by their tingly bits crew

- Garth isn’t really into being on the receiving end of anal. He’s also a total service top but he can switch occasionally

#ficlets #I had a revelation for the next part of ttgb yesterday but my mind's still stuck on this au #Stars and constellations

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pubefest2020 · 5 years

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Let’s get ready to writeeeeeee!!!

Sunday is when the author signups open, so time to get your engines fired up! The prompt list is here, but I saw tumblr being an asshole and not opening it the other day, so I’m going to paste below the cut. Take a look, pick your top five, and get ready to kill us all on Sunday (I’ll send out prompt assignments on 11/11). If you have a friend who wants to write, please encourage them! We’re talking small here: 2k to 8k. Knock that drabble off your to-do list!

Prompt list under the cut:

Shameless PWP where Harry is too busy with work to keep up with his normal trimming and person B insists that they have sex anyway. Turns out that his full bush (including butt pubes) gives him the strongest musky smell and person B can’t get enough of it. Rimming perhaps?

Harry is shooting for some artsy magazine that has him doing a lot of tasteful partial nudity. At one point he’s almost completely nude and jokingly wants to do some shots that focus on his bush. Person B (probably the photographer) is obsessed and encourages it and they end up with lots of close ups on his thick bush and his fingers in it/pulling it/emphasis on rings and nail polish in this situation

Harry has found an appreciation for being tied down and having person B pull on his pubes; especially those on his mons pubis, but everywhere else too.

Something centred on lesbian Harry’s thoughts about how her grooming habits have changed over the years since no longer feeling the pressures of being in a girlband in her early adult life. Can be either solo or with Person B

Harry + person B, gentle caretaker Dom shaving sub Harry

Harry + person B, rough oral with a lot of focus on nose in pubes?

Harry + Person A + Person B, one holding Harry and being all gentle and sweet, the other shaving Harry’s legs for him. Bonus for bondage and a D/s flair, but I’m not married to that part.

Armpits are gross, right? Smelly and hairy and weird. So why is it that Harry is fixated on B’s? (armpit kink!)

Girl Direction: Harry worships her hirsute girlfriend’s chest, nipple, and belly hair.

B makes a bet with Harry that Harry won’t be able to go the whole summer without shaving. It turns out Harry likes it much more than ever expected.

Trans masculine Harry is excited by all the changes he and his boyfriend (also trans/GNC and on T) are going through, but growing body hair is his surprise fave.

Girl Direction: Her newfound exercise habit means that Harry is seeing a lot more women naked, and she’s starting to feel self-conscious about her pubic hair. B reminds her what’s so great about it.

Girl Direction: Harry is an aesthetician who spends all day long removing body hair and giving skin care treatments. In her fantasies, she’s making women hairier instead of taking it away.

Girl Direction: There’s something about an angry dyke with hairy armpits that makes B wet. Enter Harry, tits out, armpits bushy, and absolutely flirting with B. It shouldn’t make B think about burying her face in Harry’s side, but it really does.

Alien! Harry is still trying to adapt to all the strange things about the human form he’s taken, but body hair is the thing he finds most fascinating of all.

ABO where alphas and omegas get extra hairy when they’ve met a suitable mate. It’s the first time this has happened for Harry or B and they’re really turned on by it.

MPreg: As Harry gets more pregnant, his treasure trail expands and thickens right along with his growing belly.

ABO: Omega Harry would bathe in Alpha B’s sweat if it were possible. Since it’s not, Harry settles on burying themselves in all the most scent-concentrated places of B’s, right among B’s armpit and pubic hair.

Girl Direction: Harry is a proper southern belle whose mother taught her to shave her legs at an early age. As an adult, she’s kept up the practice, but when she meets and falls for B, B’s hairy legs might change that.

GayABO: Alpha Harry isn’t supposed to like the smell of other alphas, but with a rut coming up all they want is for their significant other, alpha B, to let their pubes and pit hair grow so their scent intensifies too.

GayABO: Omega/Omega: Harry loves what slick does to their omega partner’s pubic and leg hair.

Harry is insecure about his lack of chest hair. person b makes him feel better

Armpit licking fetish. Either harry has one or person B has one. I just want some armpits getting licked.

Harry needs help having his ass shaved for some reason (swim team? Photo shoot?) and he enlists person b and it turns into rimming

Harry has a Forced feminization fetish, so body hair shaving/waxing and then cross dressing please

Harry has a fetish for guys with facial hair/beards eating his ass and making him raw. Maybe the story revolves around person B wanting to shave and harry being sad? And then smut!

Harry likes having his pubes pulled out/pubic hair torture. Person b is freaked out but also supportive and eventually gets into it

Girl direction! Harry has a bush fetish and loves to go down on natural girls/smell them

After harry comes out as a lesbian she decided to stop shaving and her bff person b also does it in solidarity and she realizes she’s really turned on by it, wants to lick her gal pals hairy pits etc

Harry is a femme lesbian who shaves everything and her partner is a butch lesbian who loves watching the ritual of it, then smooth leg worship sex ensues!!!

Harry’s insecure about her hairy legs at summer camp because she forgot her razor but luckily her hot lesbian cabin mate helps her feel better in more ways than one

Girl direction panty fetish fic that centers around wearing lace panties with pubes escaping the sides, panty sniffing, too tight thongs, sweaty/post work out sex. Harry is submissive, person b is a femdom.

Girl harry joins the gucci gay commune and starts to let all her hair grow out, finds a home with her new found family, falls for the girl wearing the cat mask. Lots of hairy pussy eating and nipple sucking please

harry gets a tattoo on his pubic bone and has to shave his pubes and is very sad about it

all of harry’s friends are talking about having to shave their beards except for him, who barely has any facial hair at all. feeling left out, he decides to shave his pubes, because at least he actually grows hair there.

harry isn’t really allowed to mess around with his hair during the height of 1d, growing it out is the most he can get away with. but he really wants to, so he just starts to colour his pubic hair different colours instead, shaves it into funny shapes, etc

trans girl harry is finally comfortable enough to start presenting as female in public, loves to wear dresses, make-up, and high-heeled boots, but with that comes the general expectation to shave or wax your legs, armpits, and pubes. she struggles with that decision because she actually loves body hair and feels comfortable with it and doesn’t really want to remove it.

Person B suggests that Harry waxes his ass and/or balls and Harry complies. Once they actually do it Harry is overwhelmed by the pain and super turned on by it.

Harry loves Person B’s body hair and pubes, he especially loves it when he is completely clean shaven himself (maybe even being shaved by Person B?) and Person B keeps pointing out their difference in body hair.

Harry comes home from the gym hot and sweaty and person B finds him irresistible. Sex ensues including hairy pit worship and strong sweaty pube focus.

Person B can’t resist the urge to ejaculate in Harry’s bush and proceeds to touch/lick/pull/ etc.

Harry loves to see his wispy chest hair peek through a floral lace top, his hairy legs adorned in knee high socks, his light stubble contrasted with some pink lipstick. Only Person B gets to see his pubic hair spill out the sides of a silk panty and they’re just as obsessed.

Canon compliant NB Harry wants to wax/shave his (or her or their) pubes and underarms and legs for the first time but is anxious about both Person B’s and their fans’/ the public’s reaction. Ft… gender exploration, insecurity, body worship, praise kink. Also maybe focus on Harry’s thought process/emotions before during and after?

something centered around sub lesbian harry feeling insecure abt her body hair and pubes and person b reassuring/ praising her (basically lesbian praise kink and body worship)

GirlDirection 70s/80s pornstar AU: Harry + Person A oral with emphasis on those 70s style bushes. Bonus for feathered hair and bad 70s porn tropes! Maybe a Person B too?

Harry loses a game at a party and is punished by having his legs waxed in the bathroom. It’s painful and he never wants to do it again, but he can’t deny he loves the way his legs feel and wants the stranger he’d been eyeing all night to feel them too. Thigh fucking would be nice

Harry is pregnant and the hormones make him hairier than he’s ever been and he doesn’t know what to think. Person B might be obsessed. Pubes/chest/armpits/etc.

Highly detailed wank fic where Harry plays with himself and loves his bush and hairy balls (and foreskin 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Being on tour is stressful. Harry finds the act of shaving his legs in a dark hotel room with a bunch of candles lit oddly relaxing. Getting off afterward while scratching up his smooth thighs is just a bonus.

Girl direction fic where Harry usually shaves her pubes but let them grow after ending things with her last partner. She meets person B on a night out and they go home to hook up, but Harry remembers she hasn’t shaved and gets really self-conscious, until person B assures her they’re into it

Person A is trans masc and recently started T, and they’ve just started growing stubble on their face and are really excited about it. Person B worships it and experiences beard burn while getting eaten out

Girl! Harry is a model doing a photo shoot that involves posing with flowers in her bush - maybe she hooks up with the photographer, or maybe just admires the way it looks herself?

Girl direction where Harry is attempting to shave her pubes in the bathroom but is having trouble, so she nervously calls her roommate/best friend in to help and there is a lot of sexual tension that leads to Harry getting eaten out for the first time and the two of them admitting their feelings for each other

50s/60s/70s Girl Direction AU where normally pasty Harry spends a summer in LA and gets super tan. Her girlfriend comes to visit and is obsessed with the way Harry’s tan lines look against her full bush. Maybe they take pictures?

canon compliant xf era Harry has never been as close to another boy as he is to Louis. He’s fascinated by their differences in their bodies especially body hair wise

Girl Direction: Harry and Person B are both not into shaving very often, if at all. Harry (or person B) have only ever been with people who are clean shaven. Together they decide to explore the hairy side to being a lesbian, maybe rubbing?

I’m struggling with a less severe form of trichotillomania, a disorder where you have the urge to pull out your hair and I’d love to see a fic about it. Person A struggles with trichotillomania (in which way and which intensity is up to you). Person B is trying to help them recover (in which way and how successful that is is up to you, they could help them find professional help) and expresses love for person A’s body hair.

No pairing, just Harry. Harry has been letting his body hair grow, and he likes the sensation of it against his fingers. When masturbating he accidentally gets his rings caught in his pubes and realises that he loves the pain.

Harry casually lets his grooming habits slip a bit. Maybe he’s busy and doesn’t think it’s too big of a difference. Person B notices but doesn’t mind so it never really gets brought up. One day Harry is taking nudes and suddenly realizes what a difference it is and maybe he’s obsessed with it.

Recently out queer girl! Harry has a history of dating men who shame her for the slightest trace of body hair. Person B is the first girl she’s dated, and Harry keeps herself completely hairless at first because of old habits. It comes up in conversation one day and Person B reassures Harry that it’s ok to let her hair grow if she wants, so she does just that, and Person B shows her exactly how much she loves it.

Person B loves running her hands over girl!Harry’s soft back and tummy hair. Harry thinks they are grossed out by this at first and gets insecure, but quickly realizes that they find it sexy on her

Person B (a work colleague) one day mistakes Harry for a woman from behind because of his long hair and is quite embarrassed about it. Harry assures Person B he’s not offended and casually slips that it excites him a bit when people make this mistake. Afterward, Harry’s innocent comment becomes more and more sexually charged in Person B’s fantasies and Person B decides to be an adult and do something about it. Luckily, Harry’s just as horny.

Harry wants to dress as a mermaid for Halloween , and decides to wax in preparation (for his custom-made shell bra top and shimmery sequined tail) (any pairing)

Person B is on the set of the Lights Up mv enjoying how wet and hairy Harry is and he can’t wait for them to wrap up filming so he can ravish him

Harry and person B try full suspension bondage for the first time, but realise maybe they should have shaved harry’s pubes first as they keep getting caught in the rope. Not to worry, turns out harry enjoys the feeling more than they could have anticipated

Girl Direction or standard - Asexual Harry starts dating person B, who is completely accepting of Harry being ace. Together they go on a journey together to explore different forms of intimacy. The thing Harry likes best is when person B spends times stroking and appreciating her/his bush and pit hair because it feels nice and she/he feels safe knowing that person B won’t take it any further. Person B finds it deeply erotica and together they work out ways for person B to feel sexually satisfied without Harry feeling uncomfortable/bored

harry and person b 69-ing with lots of focus on them smelling/touching/licking/biting/pulling/appreciating each other’s pubes

Sub Person B worshipping dom Harry’s pubes. Maybe including face sitting?

Anything about body hair turning gray with age! Could be just Harry’s, or with a Person B, girl (woman) direction, whatever you want.

Harry is turned into a werewolf and notices that he’s suddenly growing more body hair than he used to, even when it’s not a full moon

Girl Direction: Harry watches Person B curse someone out for making a comment about her unshaved legs and pits, and immediately falls in love and has to show Person B’s body hair her appreciation

Girl Direction: Harry and Person B go on a road trip in a hippie van and decide to forego shaving in order to get the real hippie experience. By the end of the trip, they’re super into it.

Harry is a mermaid with pubes! Maybe human Person B is surprised but intrigued by it?

Harry has a gay epiphany when he can’t stop staring at other guys’ body hair at the gym - in the showers, or in the locker room, or when they’re all sweaty and gross from working out..

Person A and B loving and appreciating Harry’s body hair during a threesome!

Harry and Person B often help each other shave or wax or trim their body hair, purely for practical reasons, of course. It’s totally platonic. Until it isn’t.

Harry is a professional hockey player who’s been hooking up with his tream captain for months. Who knew the stench of an after game lockerroom could be a such turn on? (body worship, hairy/sweaty men, smelling kink)

#pubefest2020 #author signups coming!!

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aw-hawkeye-no · 5 years

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@kangofu-cb You mentioned having a crappy few days, so I wrote you an AU where Bucky is an Avenger and Clint is the only nurse who can deal with the murder glare. This is probably not a realistic portrayal of how a HOH!nurse would operate, but it seemed like a good premise for fic.

You can read it on Ao3 here.

Bucky didn’t understand why he had to go to medical every time he got a scratch during a mission.

Steve would roll his eyes and tell him, “Standard Procedure,” which was total bullshit if you asked Bucky. Standard procedure should apply to the regular humans on the team. He was a super soldier, he would heal up fine without being poked and prodded, thank you very much.

Steve ignored his protests and sent him to the medical floor to be assessed. God, he hated medical. All that was going to happen was some timid nurse taking his vitals before scurrying out to get the doctor. Steve threatened to write him up if he got one more complaint about frightening the nurses with his murder glare. They never did anything for his injuries anyways -- they were always healed before anyone saw them.

Bucky stood in the corner of the examination room, scowl firmly in place when the door opened. A man in purple scrubs walked in, eyes glued to the chart in front of him.

“Hi James, I’m Clint. I’m the asshole who drew the short straw and has to deal with you today,” Clint said by way of greeting. He looked up at Bucky and grinned. “Aw, there’s the expression everyone’s been talking about. I don’t know why they find it so scary, you look more like Grumpy Cat than a serial killer.”

“Excuse me?”

“Anyways, why don’t you sit down so we can get started. The faster you cooperate, the faster you can get out of here.”

Bucky cocked his head to the side, contemplating the man in front of him. The purple scrub top was a little tight across his shoulders, the sleeves ending high enough that Bucky could appreciate his seriously impressive biceps. Clint didn’t flinch as Bucky deepened his scowl, just laughed and jerked his chair towards the chair.

“Seriously man, we’re going to be here all day if you keep this shit up. And while I’m not the most patient man, I can easily find ways to amuse myself until you decide to let me look at you,” Clint said.

Bucky held his stare for a moment more, then shrugged and sat down. Clint pulled out a rolling stool from under the counter and sat directly across from Bucky.

“So, what brings you to the medical floor this fine day?” Clint asked.

“I’m here because Steve worries non-stop and needs a ‘professional’ to look at me even though my injuries will be healed by the time I get here,” Bucky replied.

Clint grinned, and damn that was a good look on him. Maybe Bucky should stop being a little shit, because he wanted to see that expression on Clint’s face the whole time he was here. He was pretty sure he could even pull out some of his 1930s charm if it meant getting Clint to smile at him again.

“What injuries did you get this time?”

Bucky shrugged. “Nothing serious. Some bruises, a deep gash on my back, maybe a cracked rib or two.” Clint stared at his lips intently as he talked.

“How long ago were you hurt?”

“A few hours, maybe.”

“Does anything hurt right now?”

Buck opened his mouth to lie, then changed his mind. “The ribs, a bit. And the cut on my back.”

Clint nodded. “How long on average would you say it takes a deep wound to heal?”

“Significant healing in about twelve hours, usually totally normal within two days.”

“Impressive,” Clint said with a little shake of his head. “Okay, let me go ahead and get your vitals, then we can check out your back.” He rolled his stool over to Bucky, unhooking his stethoscope from around his neck and putting the earpieces in.

“Hey, your stethoscope is way more high-tech than the other nurses. You Stark’s favorite or something?”

Clint didn’t reply, just put the flat end of the stethoscope on Bucky’s chest. His brow furrowed as he listened for nearly a full minute, moving the stethoscope in a circle over what Bucky assumed where the different parts of his heart.

“Lean forward so I can listen to your lungs,” Clint instructed.

Bucky complied, then recoiled slightly as Clint pressed the stethoscope against the laceration on his back.

“Sorry! I should have asked where the cut was,” Clint said. “Why don’t you take off your shirt so I can make sure to avoid it. I’ll check out the injury too.” He stood, then began writing down Bucky’s vitals on the chart.

Bucky smirked. “I usually make a guy buy me dinner first.” Clint didn’t even look up from the chart. So much for the 1930s charm.

Bucky stood to pull the shirt over his head, turning so his back was towards Clint. He tried not to jump when the stethoscope pressed against his bare skin, this time avoiding the laceration.

“A little warning would be nice,” Bucky said. “That thing is really cold.”

Clint didn’t bother replying. Damn, this guy was seriously all business.

Clint tapped on Bucky’s shoulder, which he took as instruction to turn around.

“How did you get the scratch?”

“Dragon,” Bucky said casually. Clint was staring at his lips again.

“Where the hell did you encounter a dragon?”

“Some sorcerer made it or summoned it, I don’t know. Wanda explained it but I couldn’t really follow.”

“Ugh, sorcerers,” Clint said, as if he encountered them regularly. “I futzing hate magic.”

“You and me both, pal,” Bucky replied, and yes there was that smile again.

“Okay, I’m going to need to clean that wound out some, maybe put some antiseptic on it. God knows what kind of freaky bacteria dragons have on their claws. That okay?”

“Doesn’t a doctor have to come check it out?”

“Honestly, the doctor told me to get you out of here as fast as possible because -- and I’m quoting here -- ‘he didn’t want to worry about being melted by your laser eyes.’”

“Rude,” Bucky said.

“But accurate. Anyways, he okayed me to clear you for duty and deal with any minor injuries. I can go grab him if you want?”

“Nah, I trust you.”

“Great. Now hang on a second while I get everything ready.”

Bucky’s eyes following Clint as he began to grab supplies out of some cabinets. How had he not noticed him before? Clint was tall, easily over six feet, and built like an Instagram model. Bucky would definitely have remembered scrub pants stretched across that perfect ass, right? “How long have you been working in the Tower? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“Hang on, I know I’ve got this antibiotic here somewhere.” Clint continued rummaging through the cabinet before flinging opened some drawers. “Aha! Success!” He held up the tube for Bucky to see.

“Okay, now turn around so I can mess with your wound. It will probably sting while I’m first cleaning it.”

Apparently Bucky wasn’t going to get any answers. He shrugged and turned around. He cringed with the first swipe of the anesthetic, mumbling “It’s okay” when Clint apologized.

“This looks pretty good, actually,” Clint said as he began to put on the antibiotic ointment. “That serum is awesome, you can see the tissue starting to fill in.”

“Yeah, it definitely has its perks.”

“I’m pretty much done here, I just need to put a BioGuard over it so you don’t get ointment all over your shirt” Clint said. “I think you’re right about the cracked ribs, there’s some gnarly bruising on your side. Nothing we can do for those though, and you’ll heal up better than us regular humans.”

Bucky waited as Clint opened a package and pressed a large bandage over his back.

“There, done.”

“Thanks, Clint.” Bucky reached for his shirt and put it on before turning to face Clint. Clint was focused on his face again. “So am I cleared to go?”

“Yep, feel free to go tell Mama Steve that your wounds have been tended to,” Clint said.

“He’ll be so proud to know I actually sat still for an appointment and didn’t frighten off another nurse.”

Clint laughed. “You weren’t nearly as much trouble as my coworkers would have me believe. They’re probably going to make me deal with you from now on, James.” Clint bent over to pick up Bucky’s chart, then turned to leave.

“I can think of worse things,” Bucky said. “By the way, my friends call me Bucky.”

Clint waved as he walked out the door. “See you around, James!”

Ouch. Seemed like Clint would be tough to win over. It was a good think Bucky liked a challenge.

Clint was assigned as Bucky’s designated nurse; apparently he was the only one who wasn’t terrified of Bucky.

Bucky stopped complaining about going to medical after that.

The appointments were always the same. Clint would come in with some crappy joke, and listen intently while Bucky was giving his medical history. Bucky seized every opportunity he had to make Clint grin, and was successful the majority of the time. He even managed to make Clint blush occasionally when he licked his lip while Clint watched him talk.

But anytime Bucky tried talk about anything that wasn’t medical, he was totally stonewalled. Bucky couldn’t reconcile Clint ignoring him with the excited, intense look Clint gave him when they were talking face to face. And Clint still called him James, no matter how many times he mentioned it when Clint first came in with his chart or during exams.

Bucky though Clint was just worried about crossing professional lines, even though he was pretty sure no one would actually care. Bucky decided to respect Clint’s boundaries, by finding him outside of the tower sometime to ask him out.

He finally got his chance one afternoon after a coffee date with Natasha. They occasionally liked to meet out of the tower to gossip about the team in Russian. He was walking home when he spotted Clint in the park, wrestling with a large yellow dog.

Bucky smiled and made his way over to the pair. “Hey, Clint!” Bucky winced at how loud he yelled. Real smooth, Barnes.

Clint looked up from his dog and broke into a wide grin when he saw Bucky. “Hey, man! How’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”

“Yeah, Steve reprimanded me for getting injured too often. I guess avoiding medical has been nice; downside is that I don’t get to see your face anymore.” Bucky had to stop himself from fist pumping in victory when Clint’s cheeks flushed red.

The dog came bounding over to Bucky, stopping a few feet in front of him with its tail wagging madly. Bucky knelt down to pet him. “Who’s this guy?”

“This is my dog Lucky,” Clint said. “Lucky, James. James, Lucky.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you at least eight times to call my Bucky.”

Clint frowned. “You have?”

“Just about every time you walk into an exam room and call me James.”

“Oh,” Clint said. His left hand went up to rub the back of his neck. Bucky didn’t think he had ever seen Clint look so unsure of himself.

“Sorry,” Clint said after several moments of silence. “I must not have heard you.”

“Eight times?”

Clint sighed, the hand on the back of his neck tightening slightly. “Yeah, I’m kind of deaf.”

“What?”

“I’m pretty deaf,” Clint said again. He turned to point at purple hearing aids hooked over his ears. “I usually don’t wear these in exam rooms because it’s a pain in the ass to take them in and out eighty times a day so that I can take vitals.”

“Then how do you get accurate histories?” Bucky felt like he should be asking more intelligent questions, but he was still shocked by the revelation that Clint was deaf.

“I read lips,” Clint replied. “I can make out some words, but when I read lips it all comes together. And I usually tell patients they may have to repeat things if I’m not looking at them. The doctors second guessed me a lot at first, but when they realized I was getting all the same information they were, they stopped trying to force me to wear my hearing aids with patients.”

“So your stethoscope is so high tech because you need it to hear? I thought Stark just really like you.”

Clint shrugged. “He did have a pretty good time designing it and updates it about every three months. The quality is amazing though.”

Bucky let his head fall back and sighed. “I feel like a total asshole. I thought you were ignoring me every time I tried to talk about anything besides my injuries.”

Clint gaped. “You’ve been trying to talk to me?”

“For months,” Bucky replied. “You never mentioned that you might not catch everything I said when you weren’t facing me. I thought you were just a hard-ass about keeping things professional.”

Clint buried his face in his hands. “This is the worst,” he said. “I got so thrown off by how pretty you were that I forgot to tell you.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Aw futz,” Clint said, his voice muffled against his hands. “Forget I said that.”

Bucky reached out to pull Clint’s hands away from his face. His metal hand tilted Clint’s face towards him. Clint met his gaze, his face contorted as if he were half expecting a blow.

“I could forget you said that,” Bucky said. Clint’s expression relaxed slightly. “Or I could tell you that the reason I’ve been talking to you non-stop during exams is because I think you’re really damn hot.”

“What?”

“Have you seen your shoulders in those scrubs?” Bucky asked, grinning at the confused looked on Clint’s face. “And your smile? I would literally do anything to see that smile.”

“I like your smile too,” Clint said.

Suddenly Bucky groaned. “Oh God, you were reading my lips the whole time.”

“Well, yeah,” Clint said, his brows drawing together. “I just told you that. It’s the only way I could understand you.”

“No, I mean that’s why you were staring at my lips,” Bucky said. “I was always kind of hoping it was because you wanted to kiss me.”

And even though Bucky had been cataloguing each and every one of Clint’s smiles over the past few months, he had never seen the wide grin that erupted over Clint’s face.

“There's that smile,” Bucky said softly, reaching out to run his thumb over Clint’s lips. Clint grabbed Bucky’s hand in both of his, and pressed a kiss against his palm.

“It has been torture to watch you speak and try not to imagine how you would taste,” Clint said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so fixated on somebody’s mouth.”

Bucky’s hand shook his hand out of Clint’s grasp, and pulled him forward into a kiss.

Bucky may have spent the last few months aching to see Clint’s smile, but it felt even better pressed against his lips.

#winterhawk #nurse!clint #clint barton #bucky barnes #hoh!clint

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A FEM Team of my Own Design (RED Edition)

Usually, I don't like doing this kinda stuff. One: I don't usually share my ideas and I am very nervous. Second: FEM characters are one thing, BUT A WHOLE (TWO) TEAM makes me sweat. The good sweat, but also a nervous sweat. Because I am now sharing a personal part of my brain and my love for woman. Beautiful. Lovely. Yes.

@medics-secret-shipfic-folder, this is one half of those FEM's I talked about!

Is this more OC team's then canon gender swap? Yeah, and that's because I don't think that's my endgame here, I didn't make these for a gender bend AU, I made them out of love and from a community of great idea makers. I'd rather make OC's then be another generic half-hearted bending AU maker. <3 <3

Also, this really is just a dumb fact thing as I don't want to give away plot stuff. Fun facts and getting to know them a bit.

(Yes, I said PLOT)

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-- RED Team:

𝗦𝗰𝗼𝘂𝘁: The default FEM Scout you see around. Pony-tail, blonde like normal Scout, Bostonian. Has a bit of dimples but I swear, she'll punch you if you call her cute.

She/Her. Straight, but an Ally. Or so she says. Nobody believes her.

But something you won't know is how many sisters she has! The answer is four. Four sisters and a single dad back in Boston. While lower on the sibling count then most Scout's she is far more likely to NOT talk your ear off in a large group... but will corner you and chat you a blue streak if your like Sniper or Spy and seclude yourself. Since she has less family to push her to run, she's a slower Scout but she can run ALL day pal. Even Medic needs a break but she keeps going, going, going...

Will beat you with heels/pumps (Spy will have loaned them) if you even offer the idea of her wearing them. Sneakers, pal, are Gods gift to feet.

Right handed, and uses left only to throw a ball or clever. Only. ONLY.

Once drank Mad Milk. No one saw them for three days. Medic had her strapped to a table. She apparently was found in town on a rooftop at 6 AM after vomiting loud enough for neighbors to notice. She got better, but has amnesia from the incident.

Favorite weapon of all time is the Holy Mackerel, because its freaking hilarious and Spy's are disgusted by it. Also reminds her of her dad only being able to cook fish and roast back home in Boston.

𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗿: Looks like the canonical Soldier, but her hair is similar to the Battle Bob (https://wiki.teamfortress.com/wiki/Battle_Bob) but with no bangs and it barely peaking from her helmet. Blonde, American, and named John Doe respectively.

She/Her. Bi(romantic/sexual).

Has a thing for tank tops and will wear them around base when not on duty, because she's a very sweaty person and her clothes suffer (and who ever does laundry as well). This was a compromise. Trust the RED Team on that one (Medic approved).

Helmet 100% of the time though.

Bra comes off = be ready for a fight maggot.

Has more lower body strength, absolutely loves the Manntreads. But don't underestimate her running Original. See her on Battalion? She most likely has Rage ready when she pops out of nowhere.

Has no idea why people tell her walking around naked is weird/distracting/rude or whatnot. She's covered up! In jam (Pyro mourns their jam and preservatives cupboard)!

𝗣𝘆𝗿𝗼: Looks... exactly how a Pyro should. Like a balloon bodied Pyro. Yeah, nothing strange here other then their SASS. Dear heavens.

They/Them. Non-binary.

You've only seen these Pyro's around three or four bases in your entire LIFETIME. This walking bag of fire does not have time for ANY bullshit. Loves doing the windup middle finger when someone does something stupid/rude. Isn't really all that serious as they are made out to be but you get it.

Still loves Balloonicorn and cooking even though they act like any other merc. Has a tea set with crudely melted crayons on its outside.

Wanna get BACK here? BACK into THEIR base? Turn around and head BACK son. Backburner and Thruster Pack predator, all day unless the team suffers.

Covers up Soldier in a towel if she's naked. Sows up Demo's pants if she splits them. Engie loves them when they swing by with anything cinnamon realated. Second most likely to do everyone's laundry.

Arsonist Guardian of the Year Award.

𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗿: Just like Scout, the typical Femgineer model but this time, she's more chubby then her skinny model on Gamebanana. Her overalls like default Engineer helps her self esteem though. Brunette, Texan, and still a shortie.

She/Her. Bi(romantic/sexual), but leans more towards men.

Ever seen a small volcano of 5'4'' and puffy red cheecks? You've met it, you've angered it. But you ain't staying conscious for long. Not with her weilding a Southern Hospitality just for this occasion.

Has made many comments about making traps and watching unfortunate folk "disappear" from her daddy's old farm. Nobody questions why the cameras in the building have tiny barrels attached to them and a laser sight.

Has mentioned a husband or at least a male partner once to Sniper. Never elaborated. Never showed a ring or even a smile when talking about him.

Cinnamon and jam enthusiast along with Pyro, and the most flustered when Soldier is covered in it.

Hair bun is a must unless she ties it flat with pins. Short hair because she don't wanna catch fire. Smells like burnt metal and a dulled oil smell nobody can rinse out of her clothes. Her hardhat is permanently on her head, googles are a go too. Welding smock and overalls in and out of battle.

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆: Like before, like Gamebanana FEM Heavy. Brunette (like two of her sisters), Russian, and actually has scars all across her chest if you can see her shirt peak off-hours.

She/Her. Lesbian (romantically involved with RED Medic).

You probably think Medic is the one most likely to do laundry since I said Pyro was second right? (I'm not that predictable ;>) Nope, its Heavy. Heavy doesn't like machine washers unless she has to deal with jeans or other thicker fabrics she knows won't dry in under 12 hours correctly (because they fight EVERY day). She washed unmentionables too, and does not make it weird. Until Sniper literally has to answer about why all her underwear is stained yellow, Sniper she just wants you to have nice clean clothes--

You ask Pyro for dinner if you miss a meal or have a diet going on. If Heavy catches anyone not eating, they eat double. Diets? Heavy always grew up with the mentality you ate what you could get, but Heavy is not heartless. Since food types are abundant, she is careful about diets. But she'll still make you eat it double.

Her girlfriend doesn't eat pork products, so she understands. (Slightly)

Natasha may be her right hand gun but her doctor will always have her heart and soul. Still bought a better bed for Natasha though, but don't tell doctor.

Once beat a male Scout cause he called her ally Engineer a fatty. Has had to fend off two Scout's from her team's Spy ("Heavy, they had information I needed." / "Intelligence? Bah."). Actually stepped on a drunk Demo's crotch on accident, but did apologise.

Loves her girlfriends muscles way more then her curves, she has no idea why. But she can appreciation a nice bottom when she sees it.

Two little sisters, an older brother who's tettering around step-brother, and a mother who's nearly paralyzed from the waist down. But that woman was her light, she did things not many woman do anymore and for that wisdom and learning, Heavy is grateful. Mother also instilled a fear of swatters with a shoe tied to it. Creative, but scary.

𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻: Actually looks like The Demowoman made based on Drew Wolf's own design, but I think a bit more fuller in the cheeks and chin (more square). Scottish, eyes sharp as a sass lass, and a thick as hell skull.

She/Her. Pan(romantic/sexual).

Once cried in a pile of bras while drunk. Not her own. That's how everyone learned about Spy being... more on that later.

Has a father and mother, but both are leaning so far towards insanity she gave up listening a long time ago. Still doesn't back talk them though, she just pacifies them by dividing her money and saying she has many jobs.

Gains weight like crazy, and its not all the alcohols fault. Food is just very heavy in America and since the team is 1/3 American she feels enlarged everytime a meal based around or for the Americans is brought out. And dear god Heavy, bear goes straight to her muffin top. Spy notices her uncomfortable nature when eating and generally tries to swap out their plates (Spy fussing at the chief before dinner saying she needs X on her plate and not Y, just so Demo can keep her ideal self). (Don't tell Demo, she's too drunk to notice it)

Actually will hug Soldier when naked and be like, "Nothing weird about it". Has actually kissed Spy's hand like you'd do royalty as a joke. Has actually spun Medic around in a circle in a bear hug before.

She's all for makeup, but really, all she can manage normally and steadily is lipstick. At least she can wipe it away if she wants (can't wipe away the pain of stabbing your only good eye with a mascara brush).

Nobody touches her hair, never. But she likes doing other's hair. She isn't all that good with cutting or styling or maintaining hair, but playing with hair or just running her hands through it is amazing. The body hair on her legs is shaven and so are her underarms, but her arms and "moustache" that Scout notices are well grown out.

Quickiebomb Launcher Quickiebomb Launcher Quickiebomb Launcher Quickiebomb Launcher Quickiebomb Laun--

Hair always under a beany, nobody sees her hair until much later. She had it all in one wide french braid. Wait, doesn't she normally fail at braids? How did she get that?

𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰: (Okay, this is where similarities in the FEM models stops. To me, I don't really like the FEM Medic model as much as I should for OC's so I'll explain Medic as best I can.) Just like any male Medic counterpart and she has a square-ish chin, with curves almost as boxy as some of her cosmetics. But its a good boxy, she's wide with muscle and shoulders to carry injured teammates. Black hair, German, and the creepiest white teeth you've ever seen.

She/Her. Lesbian (romantically involve with the Heavy). Gay Energy™.

Thicc thighs saves lives. Like, no joke. She is mostly muscles in her legs and torso so everyone assumed she was good at running. Even Scout. Once lifted Demo with ease in her arms and gave Pyro a piggyback ride all at once. It did strain her back and she was slower, but she was fine after dropping Demo in a safer spot to sleep.

Her posture is shit, but she does form corrections regularly, and uses a pillow to cheat the system if she's grumpy enough.

Her teeth. God, her teeth anywhere in blue lighting make weaker mercs a bit dizzy. You've never seen teeth have a blue-green tint like hers, it feels like watching a horror movie permanently set in a blue shaded tint.

Does not eat pork products, and won't elaborate. Will eat beef, but not pork. Maybe she just hates it? Maybe. A diet? Even Heavy shrugs it off now when it happens.

Medic gives the thumbs up for Soldier walking around in tanktops. Naked Soldier is also a thumbs up. All those bras Demo collected once had Medic sorting through them happily. Actually figured out Spy's real cup size.

Medic has banned Sniper's ace bandage bras. Not in this house, not under her roof. She fits Sniper for personally made bras, Spy bought and tailored.

Loyal girlfriend. But gayer. Heavy is fine with it, and actually partakes in showing everyone love sometimes too. Since Demo is also affectionate, it can't be too bad.

Push-up queen, but will drop in the dirt in exhaustion afterwards. She only beats Soldier by a few points and mostly runs on spite.

Has actually stollen all her team's uterus'. What?! She gave them all back later! Just... someone else needed them first. And in a Female vs Female war zone her teammates weren't planning on using them. But they are back now! Well... not all.

Has actually tried to make a Spyper out of an old male Spy and Sniper she used to fight. Both just despawned and targeted her the next day. Sadly.

BLU Demo's line about shagging Medic's husband always makes her go into a laughing fit.

Has a ring ready for Heavy, because Heavy is best wife material and loves her dearly.

𝗦𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗿: (Changed a bit too.) Taller then her Gamebanana model, and god is her face longer and more like regular Sniper. You've heard of laugh lines but the Sniper has frown lines, and the dip in her cheeks has wrinkles from the sun. She has a unibrow growing almost as fast as you can wax it, she leaves it be. So much arm hair. Brunette, Australian (New Zealand), and her hands are big for her size.

She/Her. Bi(romantic), Asexual.

Never shaves. Never.

She has a mom, a dad, and a big brother. Her brother snipe's as well for RED Team and they have secret mail chains going between them (not so secret, Administrator knows). Her parents don't know she's Bi and after what they said to her brother about him being Trans, she never wanted to figure out.

Her brother is actually fully transitioned with the help of a Medic who seemed pro-Trans. Of course the doctor waved that off but he had been careful about the procedure enough that they could tell he was a good doctor about all this.

Her brother is the reason she wears ace bandages for bras. So he wouldn't feel bad. She just never STOPPED wearing them after that, and she always reasoned it was because of her broken family and wanting to hold on a little longer. A "little longer" was nearly nineteen years of wearing it to help her brother mentally. Until Medic banned it. Then, she had tailored bras that were strapless but wouldn't fall down. Sometimes goes without the bra onto the battlefield and will tie her shirt off as a makeshift support. She doesn't feel she betrayed him, just... cloth is real itchy sometimes.

Jarate. Isn't... entirely enthusiastic about hygiene outside of basic shower stuff, brushing her teeth, and trimming her nails. Her underwear is clean but since jarate is... yeah, it stains her clothes. Jarate is a lot harder for females to make with how pants work.

Yes, has mooned the enemy Spy before. Not on purpose. Many times. Yes, her pride is shattered every time it happens.

Had long hair upon arrival to this war. She refused to cut it even as her team warned her about what long hair can cause. She changed her mind after the male enemy Spy yanked her around by it and smashed her head in a windowsill. She had her ally Spy cut it after she could stomach letting it be tugged, even for a cut. Spy was gentle, and asked her questions on what she prefers: suits or dresses.

Suits mate.

(And that BLU Spy was never seen again on the battlefield after a week.)

𝗦𝗽𝘆: (Different from the model ENTIRELY, I really do not like the Spy FEM model at all. But I have grown more warm towards it lately, probably from my BLU team ideas *wink* *wink*) Wears a suit like all other Spy's, and a balaclava as well. Her shoes are as Italian as they come and could take out a man's eye they are so sharp. Blue eyes, sharp chin and nose, and she is NOT a mother.

She/Her. Pan(romantic/sexual)/Polygamous.

Is not the mother to any children at all. She does not need nor want any. Still gets all the men thought. And ladies.

She actually does not have a uterus at all, she caught wind the doctor had taken something out of her (what Medic doesn't) and didn't want it back. Turns out, she really does not care for the missing body part. Oh well, a Spy's lose is a Medic's fortune.

Has her breasts restricted a bit by a special SpyTech bra that distributes muscle instead of pressing it all against her lungs. She looks like a D cup for her bust size. Is a E cup naturally. Medic drools when she sees the tag on the bra for the first time. Sometimes wears buisness casual around base, without her SpyTech bra and using a normal one for comfort. Attracts Demo and Soldier like flies when she does.

Cuts and manages everyone's hair. Sniper was her first job, and that was easy. Next was Medic coming in it get a half fade. Next was Soldier to keep her hair barely peaking from the helmet. Demoman was the hardest to convince and she can only touch her hair if she "uses those leather fancy gloves" she always wears at all times while braiding Demo's hair.

That BLU Spy from before? Gutted multiple times over the course of games throughout a week. His score suffered and he was moved to a team of lesser skill. A temporary "fix" to the problem. She still wants to gut him but can't do it outside of work hours as he's employeed to BLU (costing her a contract). But did find him in a seedy city with the mother of his child, and casually reminded him of his deeds out of spite while in disguise. He apologized, but she refused to take it. She wasn't the victim. They parted ways after that and promised to never see each other again.

Will actually hit Scout on the head. Hand open, palm ready. Right in the back of her head. Stupid American loudmouth...

Likes the Dead Ringer with the stock revolver a lot, and likes being active. Really good at acting like Pyro, its kinda scary. It's probably the sassy movements they mastered.

Third least shameful having no top on. Proven.

Has secret meetings with BLU Spy outside both base ranges. For some reason, even though the ritual of enemy teams Spy's meeting and exchanging whatever they have for whatever they need is long over they both still come out here. Probably to get away from the base and at least smoke in peace, or at least she hopes so.

-- BLU Team... (soon)

#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #TF2 AU #TF2: Stay The Same #FEM Classes #Scout #Soldier #Pyro #Engineer #Heavy #Demoman #Medic #Sniper #Spy

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Negan and Blake AUs - Masterlist

(Put all my Negan/Blake AU’s into a nice masterlist for you to read at your convenience. Enjoy, lovelies! :) )

‘Just friends’ - best friends who lives across the street from each other.

Dream home -imagine Negan and Blake’s dream home

Blake being a virgin - Blake's first time

Negan and Blake as teachers - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Fem!Negan & Blake

Being friends instead of lovers

One of Negan’s wives has his baby

Blake has David’s child

Negan and Blake ‘just friends’ - Negan offers his help

If Blake had returned to Alexandria with David

The Dance Class (Negan, Blake and baby Isla) - @a-distantdreamer - Negan takes his baby daughter to Blake’s dance studio for her first class.

Adult film stars - Negan and Blake get ready to film together for the first time

The Wedding Day - Negan is in church waiting for Blake to arrive.

A Divorce Part 1 Part 2 - what if Negan and Blake were separated and gong through a divorce.

The Single Mom Part 1 Part 2 Part 3- by @qhbr2013 -What if Blake was a single mom who never expected to find love again...

You’ve Got Mail - @thamberlina - is it possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never actually met?

Trick or Treat - Negan takes his daughter Isla out trick or treating and turns up on Blake’s doorstep

The Strip Club Part 2 Part 3 - Blake works as a dancer and falls head over heels for Negan, but all is not what it seems and some bruises will take a long time to heal from.

Unrequited Love - What if you loved someone who was with someone else?

The Barn Part 1 Part 2 - @a-distantdreamer - Negan shelters from a storm with his daughter Isla in a dusty old barn and meets Blake.

A trip to DisneyWorld

Finding a puppy at the Sanctuary

A Welcome home - @qhbr2013

Lemonade Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 - Farmer!Negan AU. Blake sees Negan working on the garden at Aleaxndria after years apart

1950s AU: Negan and Blake honeymoon cruising with additional fic by @thamberlina here

The Set Up - @warriorqueen1991 - Negan and Blake get set up on a date together by their friends.

Relentless - Does Negan ever give up?

From kindergarten to high school - Watch Negan and Blake grow as friends from tiny babies, right through to graduation.

Through College - Follow on from Kindergarten to high school. Negan helps Blake out with something that’s been worrying her.

Till the world stops spinning - @warriorqueen1991 Set in the future as Negan and Blake rule the Sanctuary.

Still Here @starlessskies94 - After losing his Queen, Negan struggles to continue life on his own but he might find that his love isn’t so far away after all.

Peaches and cream - @warriorqueen1991

Love at first inkdrop - @thamberlina - When Blake dumps her asshole of a boyfriend David she decides to have fresh start and takes the hump to get her first tattoo. Sparks fly when she falls for the owner of a tattoo parlor, a gorgeous guy named Negan.

Killer Queen - Role reversal AU - What if Blake was the bad girl with the bat instead of Negan? Would she fall for sweet guy Negan?

The Nurse @starlessskies94 - What if after Negan had his throat cut he was looked after by nurse Blake at the Hilltop? And what if Blake found herself falling slowly in love with him?

Daddy Daycare - @thamberlina - Negan takes care of his twins boys

Daddy Daycare, Negan’s Pride @thamberlina - Follows on from oneshot ‘Daddy Daycare’ The world is slowly getting back on its feet and the twins have firmly found theirs at The Sanctuary. Negan and Blake, now with a new addition to the family have everything running smoothly. But is there trouble on the horizon?

Call Me Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - @longlostx11 - Blake’s first job as a call girl doesn’t quite go to plan when Negan is her first customer

Arat’s best friend - The Saviours come across a group where one of them is someone Araat knows very well indeed...

The bodyguard - Blake is a high profile actress who hires Negan as her boyguard

The King and the Queen - King Negan and Queen Blake are rivals and enemies from two side-by-side kingdoms. Both rule in completely different ways, but when both come together for a truce, the first of it’s kind for hundreds of years, their ‘meeting’ turns into so much more than just that.

The Saint and the Sinner @starlessskies94 - Vampire Negan and Mortal Blake cross paths but what will they make of each other?

Earth and Fire @roguesandsaviors - Part 2 When earth elemental Blake finds herself showing around a new mutant to Professor Xavier's school, things are not all they first seem...

Pro Ball player AU PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 @roguesandsaviors - Pro Ball player Began meets Blake at a bar and can’t get her out of his head.

My Saviour - A Negan and Blake Titanic AU by @a-distantdreamer

The Art Class - by @thamberlina - Negan and Blake join an art class but when the life model doesn't show, Negan takes this as his chance to shine in front of his blonde gal pal.

Heart Series by @thamberlina - Negan and Blake both suffer from the same heart condition and need a transplant, but the wait is long and their time is short.

Living Arrangements Part 2 Part 3 - Negan meets Blake and her two year old daughter Mia who live just across the hallway. But what happens when Blake gets evicted and has no where else to go?

The Crimson Case @starlessskies94 - This AU ‘Nake’ oneshot is set in 1940′s film noir…with Negan as a Private Eye and Blake as the gangster’s moll.

Facing Fears @starlessskies94 - Negan helps Blake with her fear of water.

A baby bump named Beansprout Part 1 Part 2- Negan is living a worthless existence locked down in his cell, but what happens when a beautiful pregnant girl named Blake shows up, brightening his world and stirring feelings in him he didn't think possible.

The mark of a soulmate @starlessskies94 - When a soulmate is near or about to come into one another’s lives; their names magically appear on each others bodies like a tattoo.

Like Father, Like Daughter @starlessskies94 - An older eighteen year old Mia; all grown up and following in the footsteps of her parents. Negans junior badass; ready to take on the world with her bat wielding daddy!

Baby, it’s cold outside @starlessskies94 Part 2

The Star and the Saviour @starlessskies94 - Blake is a famous singer with Negan as her manager; handling the PR for her new upcoming album.

The Slytherin and the Hufflepuff MASTERLIST - A Hogwarts Teachers AU.What if Professor Negan, ex-Slytherin, ex-pro Quidditch beater, started at Hogwarts as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts and Quidditch coach. And what if the one person that caught his eye was lovely, kind Madam Blake, ex-Hufflepuff and Hogwarts nurse. Harry Potter/Walking Dead crossover.

Cujo | A Negan and Blake Vet AU @roguesandsaviors - Negan’s dog is out of control, so how is a sweet, blonde vet ever gonna help calm him down?

Socks | A Negan and Blake Vet AU by @roguesandsaviors - Negan’s dog is sick and he knows the best person for the job.

The Sheriff and the school Mistress by @thamberlina - Blake Beaufort finds herself in a new town in dire need of a new start, almost immediately she catches the attention of the rugged Sheriff Negan. With Blake’s past nipping at her heels, can love flourish in the Wild West?

Last days of summer by @thamberlina - A Negan and Blake oneshot. Negan has recently taken a promotion with his company which is in another State, meaning he has to reluctantly leave behind his wife Blake and their 5-month-old son.

My Saviour by @a-distantdreamer - A Titantic crossover

Reluctant sick day by @thamberlina - Negan gets sick and is reluctant to let Blake play nurse.

Home sweet home by @a-distantdreamer - Crossover with Negan and Blake, exploring their journey to growing their family and adjusting to parenthood.

Admin Error by @thamberlina - After an admin error at the college, Blake, a brainy, timid student finds herself sharing a dorm with leather-clad biker bad boy, Negan.

Hide with me by @thamberlina - Blake Beaufort and Negan Morgan are the top two detectives in the city. So when Blake is unwittingly the eye witness of a crime committed by one of the city’s rising gangsters, her life is thrown into turmoil at risk of imminent danger. Can Negan protect his partner? And what effect will being forced into hiding have on their professional and personal relationship?

Just shelterin’ from the storm, darlin’ - Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 When Negan returns to the place he once ruled over, will he find anything there worth sticking around for?

Behind Bars by @thamberlina - Locked up in a tiny concrete cell being kept like a caged animal, Alpha!Negan has almost resided himself to his fate. Until one day, a scent in the air of an Omega ignites a burning hunger. His Omega. His Soulmate.

Schoolyard Crush - Released from the confines of his prison, Negan is slowly settling into community life at Alexandria. But what happens when Judith’s teacher catches his eye? Can Negan really fall for someone, after so long spent alone?

New Perspectives - A Biopunk AU by @roguesandsaviors

The start of a beautiful relationship - A frontier Au by @roguesandsaviors

This is big, Lady, dont screw it up - An AU by @roguesandsaviors - Blake has her big shot at stardom, and yet her poisonous leading man has other ideas? Will her dashing stage manager come to the rescue?

Bodyguard or Boyfriend by @thetruebornwildchild - Working for Atmage Security Services Negan attends a work lunch for his new job when he meets Blake. Stunned at first by her, it only get’s worse when he realises she’s the client, and there is a small stipulation in the contract.

(Please let me know if I’ve forgotten to add any).

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jin scenario | very punny

❝ You sign up for a Christmas pen pal project to keep the boredom at bay over the holidays... but your pen pal partner might be a lot closer to you than you think... ❞

➸ prompt: You and I both sign up for a Christmas Pen Pal project to exchange postcards letters over the holidays.

➸ pairing: jin x reader

➸ warnings: contains a lot of terrible dad jokes

➸ requested by @felifli | 7.6k words | fluff, university au

Christmas is the most boring time of year.

It’s the time of year when your university friends all travel home to their family, leaving you alone on campus, lamenting over the price of plane tickets that stand between you and your home far away. It’s the time of year when you have the city to yourself, with no one to explore it with, wasting free hours in cafes, sipping on gingerbread lattes, and staring out the window at the skies that promise snow, but never deliver. It’s the time of year when the only conversation you get is with your family over Skype, asking you how you’re doing. And while you make sure to show a smile for them, as soon as they disconnect your face falls back to blank, losing all Christmas joy.

You’re desperate for this year to be different. You’ve piled up your work, asking to help with articles for the university newspaper, and planning to get ahead on reading for your course. But already the idea of three weeks with only work is freezing up your heart. Even if you won’t admit it.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay this Christmas?” your friend Hoseok asks over a rushed cup of coffee as you hurry to your last lecture of term. You had both agreed that you were going to try and get to it, just to say you’d been, even if it was unusual for English Lit students to get out of bed any earlier than one in the afternoon.

“I’ll be fine!” you assure him, smiling as you hold open the lecture door for him, and follow him into the almost empty lecture hall. It seems the other students are still lying in at nine AM. “I’m doing a lot of stuff this year. I won’t be bored.” But even as you say it, a weight settles in your heart, reminding you of the lonely holiday you have ahead of you.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows at you as you slide onto one of the benches. “Yeah… but doing a lot of work won’t fix the fact that you’ll barely be seeing anybody for three weeks. Won’t you go crazy living all alone?”

“Hoseok…” you hum, “You’re worrying too much.”

But you know he’s probably worrying just the right amount.

“I still think you should try and find out who else is staying in town over the holidays,” Hoseok says, “You need friends.”

You’re about to retort that you’re perfectly capable of making friends without his input, that you’re not going to sit sad and lonely the whole Christmas, even though you know that’s exactly what you’ll do, but before you can say anymore, the lecturer is flurrying into the room with a bundle of notes and a quick apology to the group of ten that actually deemed the lecture worth the cold walk from dorms to class.

You’re left for your mind to ruminate over all that you’ll miss out on during Christmas as you sit in the lecture, worrying about what you’ll do with yourself over the break, and barely listening as the lecturer talks about villanelles and sonnets.

By the time you leave the hall you wish you had just stayed in bed and slept, rather than leaving yourself to stew in your own worries for a whole hour, learning nothing from the minimal notes you wrote in the time. But as you leave the lecture hall and cross the foyer to get to the campus café for your second coffee of the morning, Hoseok lets out a yell, which he is prone to doing frequently, so you barely bat an eyelid, until his hand falls your arm, giving a squeeze.

“What? What is it?” you demand to his excited face, dimples digging into the sides of him mouth as he smiles.

Without a word he drags you over to the faculty’s notice boards, and points out one particular poster:

‘Staying in town over the holidays? Sign up for our Christmas Pen Pal programme and chat with students staying in uni during December!’

You stare at it, then blink back to Hoseok. “Yeah? Why are you pointing this out?”

“Why? This is perfect for you!” Hoseok rolls his eyes, like it’s obvious, “You’ll get to know someone else staying in town during the holidays, and hopefully not feel so lonely!” Hoseok’s excitement is so bubbly that you don’t have the heart to pop it all at once, and so, even though you don’t like the sound of it, you don’t shoot him down, giving a neutral nod instead. But you don’t enjoy pen pal projects – your only other experience of something like this was in high school, when you were made to exchange emails with students from France to improve your French grade. But after one exchange your French pen pal conveniently forgot about you, and that was the end of it.

“I’ll think about it,” you say, while Hoseok grabs a flyer from the pile just below the notice board and stuffs it into your coat pocket.

“Please do.”

As you exit the English Lit faculty building with another cup of coffee as energy for the walk back to your dorms, you bump into one of the other students crossing the street to get to the library. Almost in slow motion, you watch your coffee splatter his white sweatshirt with brown splodges.

“Crap. Sorry!” you mumble, looking up to the face of the man you just graffitied with your drink, to see a face you hadn’t expected to see. Kim Seokjin. A high achieving medical student, a couple of years above you, who you’ve only heard of through hearsay. He’s the main editor of the university newspaper, the student welfare officer, and on top of that, he helps out with the drama society, all while still finding the time to study well. The times you’ve heard his name mentioned most is from girls gossiping over how handsome he is, looking like he’s been pulled out of a drama and placed in the real world. You thought he looked okay in pictures you saw of him performing on stage, or smiling in prize ceremonies, but in person you now completely understand why his name is on the tip of everyone’s tongues.

He blinks down at the few spots of coffee on his sweater, then looks to the coffee cup in your hand and grins, “Did I just get mugged?”

You frown at him for a split second, before he explains, “… because you spilt coffee… which you usually find in a mug?”

You keep on staring, while Hoseok groans behind you at the terrible pun. But some part of you, a very immature and childish part, wants to laugh. Instead you just mumble another brief apology, while he waves it off with a flick of his hand, and buttons up his coat to cover the sweatshirt you stained. With a final smile, he leaves and you watch after him, still in awe that someone so beautiful can exist in real life.

“Uh oh…” Hoseok grins as you watch the medic leave, “Has someone fallen for the charms of Kim Seokjin?”

“Oh shut up,” you huff, as you turn back towards your dorms, “You can’t look at that face and tell me he’s not handsome…”

Hoseok grins, “You were thinking a bit more that that just now, weren’t you?”

“Whatever,” you speed up, the cold and Hoseok’s teasing making you grumpy, “Be nice, or I won’t help you with packing.”

“Aw come on…”

♡♡♡

But despite the teasing with Hoseok, you’re sad to wave him off on a frosty Saturday morning as his older sister helps him carry his suitcases down to the taxi outside.

You stand by the door of your own dorm room, with a smile on your face for his sake, and when his room is cleared of his bags, he runs back to give you a hug. “Look after yourself.”

“I will,” you promise.

“Don’t stay lonely and sad all Christmas!”

“I won’t.”

He pulls away from you with a grin, and then runs over to his waiting sister. One last wave and then the door closes on his heart-shaped smile, and you’re alone for three weeks, Hoseok being the last of your friends to leave.

Already restless from the uneasy quiet of your corridor, no students talking in their rooms, and no music blaring over the speakers, you pace for a few minutes across your carpeted floor, then sit down to work on one of the newspaper articles, before getting bored. Your room feels drabber and plainer without the knowledge that Hoseok is just across the corridor, and that you can go knock on his door to ask for something fun to do. Not wanting to drive yourself crazy from staring at the same room you’ve known for all of last year, you throw on a coat and scarf, and head out into the freezing air, hoping a walk will keep you occupied.

The city is lit up with the same Christmas lights you’ve seen before, shining blue snowflakes that reflect off rain puddles, and golden specks of light strung up on the bare trees to make them feel less dead. You wander aimlessly through the streets, trying to decide what to do with yourself. All the shops are tempting with their displays that promise nothing for a broke student with no money to spend, and after ducking in and out of a few doors, picking up books that seem interesting, and clothes that look cute, you decide it’s best not to tease your empty purse, and instead head back to your dorms again. But once you reach the familiar streets leading to your accommodation, you can’t push yourself the extra few steps inside. Nothing waits for you there but a dark room, with a faulty lamp and a strained internet connection. So instead, you take a turn and step into the closest café, one of your favourites for studying. The familiar smell of coffee and syrup puts you at ease.

You sit down at your normal seat by the window, resting your chin on your hand as you stir the froth of your latte, and watch the outside world pass by, wondering how you’re supposed to survive three more weeks of this.

At that moment, a face you recognise passes by, pulling you out of your own head, and you can’t help but stare at Kim Seokjin, just outside the window, looking like a model with his coat clinging to his wide shoulders, and a blue scarf wound up tight to his chin. His eyes fall to you as you stare, and recognition spreads across his face along with a smile, although you wish it wouldn’t. You don’t want him to remember you as the one who spilled coffee over his white shirt.

But already he’s stepping into the café, looking your way before he goes up to order himself an Americano, and then he steps over to you with: “Hi.”

“Hello,” you smile politely, hoping your face doesn’t give away too much of your awe, reeling over his perfected features.

“Are you staying in town over Christmas?” he asks, “Or are you just leaving late?”

“No, I’m staying…” you clarify, and he nods, blowing on his cup of coffee, before taking a sip of it:

“Yeah… me too. It’s only the first day and I’m already bored.” He laughs at himself, a high-pitched sound, not the sort of laugh you had expected from a man who’s so well known around campus. You would have expected him to be serious, with a low laugh that was rare to hear. But then you remember his terrible jokes, and think maybe you judged him wrong from the start.

“Ah… well, it can only get more boring from here,” you sigh, and then wonder if you should say anything else. If Hoseok was here he would encourage you to ask Jin if he would like to spend some time with you over the holidays, to help alleviate each other’s boredom. But Hoseok’s not here, and you don’t have your friend’s lack of inhibition, so you bite your tongue and stay silent.

Jin doesn’t say anything, just sticks the hand that isn’t holding coffee into his coat pocket and nods with another sip.

You sit watching him awkwardly, wondering if he has more to say, or if he’s going to leave, until at last, he cracks the ice by pointing to the spoon resting in your coffee.

“Did you hear the joke about the doctor and the coffee?” he asks, and you shake your head.

With no need for any more encouragement, Jin launches off, “Well, a man went to the doctor asking about a stabbing pain in his eye every time he drank coffee… and the doctor asked him… ‘do you take the spoon out of your cup before you drink?’”

You fight an eye-roll as Jin falls to laughing at his own joke.

“Does your repertoire only consist of coffee related puns, or can you do others as well?” you ask.

“Oh, I know many more,” Jin says, giving you a wink, before adding, “But, I won’t interrupt you and your latte any longer. I hope you have a good Christmas, and who knows… maybe we’ll bump into each other at some point during the holidays?”

“Yeah… maybe…” you smile after him, watching him leave the café again, giving a wave through the glass before he melts back into the crowd of Christmas shoppers.

♡♡♡

When you get back to your dorm room, you’re still bored, tired and bored, and have nothing to remedy it. You flop onto your bed, and stare blankly at the grey of the ceiling, with your brain squelching through all possible options of what you can do over the holidays to keep yourself occupied. And that’s when the Christmas pen pal exchange programme slips back into your mind again. You feel in your coat pocket, and sure enough, there’s the flyer, still folded up inside, courtesy of Hoseok.

You pull it out and stare at it for a few minutes before finally deciding that you’re bored enough for it, beyond bored enough for it.

So you get up, grab your laptop and search up the correct email address, reading through the rules.

From what you can understand, the welfare office set up the system to allow students who stay in the city over Christmas to exchange letters over the holidays, all anonymously, so that there’s no embarrassment about what is said. You figure that even if your pen pal ends up being a jerk, or completely ignoring you, at least it will steal away a few seconds of time that would have normally been spent empty.

With your application sent, you’re left with nothing to do, but check through your friends’ messages, cute pictures of Hoseok’s dog, who’s glad to see him home for the holiday, making you wonder how your own family are doing without you.

♡♡♡

The next morning, after making yourself breakfast in the strangely empty shared kitchen, now clean and tidy, not like the days you would normally walk in to a stack of unwashed plates and the smell of take-out food, you go back to check your laptop, and find an email, telling you that you’ve received a partner for the programme.

You make a note of the address you’re to send your letters to, along with some general pointers from the welfare office about what you should write. Closing your laptop again, you bite your lip and think. Now that you’ve gone through with it, applying on a bored whim, and tired out of your mind, you wonder if you can get away with not responding. The idea of writing to a complete stranger about your experiences in an empty university, normally packed with students, seems too daunting. Even if it is anonymous the whole thing is frightening for you. You’ve spent your whole course writing essays, and articles in your spare time, but when it comes to writing a letter to a stranger you have absolutely no idea where to begin. It would probably be best to ignore the email, pretend you never got it, and continue on as if the whole thing hadn’t happened.

But then you think of your partner, this person you don’t know, supposed to alleviate your loneliness while your friends are all away, and you know you’ll feel guilty if you do nothing. You can’t leave them hanging, no matter how much you wish you would.

So, with a deep sigh, you push away your anxieties, pick up the nearest notepad to write:

‘Hi.

‘This is your pen pal. I’m sorry if I sound awkward in this letter, I’m not really used to doing this, but I hope we can get on well.

‘I don’t know what to start with, so I guess I’ll just ask some basics?

‘So... what’s your favourite colour? Do you prefer cats or dogs? Tea or coffee? And what do you study here?

‘Alright… I guess that’s enough for now… write back soon if you want to?

‘Okay, bye.’

It’s not the most poetic letter you could come up with, but you can’t think of any better way to word it. Anything else seems too formal, over-produced, so after staring at your own words until they don’t look like words anymore, you fold it over, put it into an envelope and leave your dorm room to post it.

The walk down to the well-being office where the mail box is kept specifically for the pen pal project, seems agonisingly long, with every step giving you an extra second to reconsider, to run back to your room, rip up the letter and leave it in your bin.

It doesn’t make sense to be nervous you tell yourself. It’s all anonymous anyway, so if it doesn’t work out, your partner will never realise it was you that embarrassed yourself in front of them.

By the box, decorated with red and gold tinsel, you heave a resigned sigh and slip the letter in, then scurry back to your dorm, before you reconsider and go back to pull the box open and steal your letter out again.

♡♡♡

Your partner is quick to respond, faster than you had imagined, and your letter arrives by your dorm room the next day, delivered by the welfare officers that are still roaming around the campus over Christmas.

Fingers trembling, not quite sure what you’re expecting, but imagining the worst, like a letter that just tells you how much they hate you without even knowing you – the anonymity leaves a lot of room for people to be rude and cold-hearted - but instead, inside your find a folded piece of paper filled with words, and smelling faintly of cedar cologne.

You unfold the page to read your partners response:

‘Hello, partner!

‘(It feels weird calling you partner, I sound like a cowboy or something, haha! Can I call you by a nickname? You can call me Prince, since we’re meant to be going anonymously. Cheesy name, right? Haha… maybe it’ll make you feel free to chose an equally ridiculous name for yourself… or not...)

‘Anyway, your letter wasn’t awkward at all. Well maybe a little bit, but I honestly liked it that way. I felt like I was talking to a real person, rather than just receiving a formal letter. And we’re still strangers, so it should be awkward at first, haha!

‘To answer your questions: My favourite colour is blue, although pink’s pretty nice too. I prefer dogs, and like coffee over tea, although tea has its charms as well!

‘And I study medicine here… in case you couldn’t tell from my handwriting! (I don’t know why but a lot of people say that medics have bad handwriting, and although I’d like to disagree, my writing’s pretty terrible… so I guess I fall into that stereotype…)

‘I guess I should ask you some questions myself:

‘Why did you sign up for this programme in the first place, and what are you hoping to get out of it?

‘Hmm… I sound like a job interview!

‘Oh well, to lighten the mood, have a joke:

‘To go with the theme of writing letters, it’s about a piece of paper! Should I tell you about it…? Oh, forget it! It’s… TEARable!

‘Haha…

‘Feel free to tear this letter if my jokes frustrate you! I understand…

‘From, the pun prince!

‘Write back soon!’

Despite yourself, you can’t help but chuckle at the joke. You really shouldn’t be finding something like that so funny.

Still, when you pick up a pen to write back, you can’t find it in your heart to tell off your partner for his bad sense of humour:

‘I would never rip up your letter! It was too nice to do something like that to it… even if it was quite cheesy as well (and yes! The nickname Prince is totally cheesy too!)

‘As for nicknames… I don’t know… I quite like you calling me Partner! I read your opening in a cowboy accent, which made it much funnier.

‘Also, as a side note… I don’t find your handwriting bad at all! I could understand it perfectly well!

‘To answer your question… well… to be perfectly honest, I signed up because I was feeling lonely. It’s quite embarrassing, and I would never admit this if it wasn’t anonymous, but I really hate staying at uni over Christmas. I miss my family, and I miss my friends, and there’s nothing I can do to distract myself from the feelings. It’s just a fact, being alone over Christmas sucks… so yeah… I guess what I’m hoping to get out of this is a friend…

‘… maybe saying that makes things awkward for you… and you’ll feel pressure to be nice to me, but don’t worry about that. I just wanted to be honest with you. And I’m glad you’re so nice. I was worried that my partner would be a jerk, but you’re not like that at all, so I’m glad!

‘I hope you write back soon, Prince,

‘All the best, from your Partner.’

With a sigh, you set down your pen and stretch out your cramped hands, unused to writing so much. It feels strangely freeing to unload your stresses onto the page only a stranger will see. Folding your paper to place in an envelope, you head down to the campus welfare office again, ready to sneak your letter into the tinsel sprinkled box. But just as you’re stepping across to it, Jin exits out of the office, carrying his laptop under his arm.

“Oh, hi!” He smiles when he sees you, as you whip your letter behind your back. For a reason not even you can properly explain you don’t want him to see it - despite the fact that the personal worries spilled within the pages are hidden behind the white case of an envelope, protected from his eyes.

“Hello,” you reply, as he closes the office door behind him, “Do you still have welfare duties over the holidays?”

“Yeah, that’s right!” he says, and then gives a nod to the pen pal mail box. “I have to deliver these all over campus.”

“Ah,” you nod your head, not entirely sure what to say. His face is still intimidating to you, so far removed from the reality you’re used to inhabiting, where people live with imperfections. He mustn’t be from this planet, you decide. Those looks aren’t human.

“Actually, the box was my idea,” he says, giving the nape of his neck a scratch, “So I guess it’s only fair that I help with delivering them!”

“You came up with it?”

“Yeah!” he smiles, “I’m pretty proud of it as well. It’s had a lot of positive responses. And I’ve actually been using it myself, you know… since it can get pretty boring during the Christmas holidays.” It’s then that he seems to notice your hands held behind your back, where your letter is still clutched in your fingers.

“Were… you going to use it?” He points to the mailbox.

You panic, floundering with one free hand to wave it in the air, “Ehm, yes! No! Maybe I was…” You bite your lip to shut off your babbling.

“Ah… you want it to be a secret?” Jin asks, and you reply with a quick nod, face flushed. “Alright,” he says, “Then I’ll leave you to deliver it in peace… or, I mean, I’ll leave you to do… whatever it is you’re doing. I have no idea what you’re doing. I saw nothing.” With a wink, he turns and heads down the corridor. At the corner, he gives a wave without looking back, not turning to see you drop your letter into the mailbox.

♡♡♡

A day later, you receive your answer, and quickly sit down on your bed, getting comfy to read it:

‘Dear Partner,

‘I’m glad you found my letter nice enough to not rip up, it fills my heart with warmth!

‘And I’m glad you’re being honest with me! That’s the whole point of this programme - so we can speak truthfully, and admit when we’re not particularly happy, even at a time of year when we’re supposed to be incredibly cheerful. But I can’t be content when I know I’m going to spend the days alone… ah… I wish my friends had stayed in the city over the holidays. I’m pretty lonely myself. It feels odd to admit that because, well… not to sound conceited, but I’m actually quite a popular person. If I say I’m lonely people don’t believe me. But I feel like my problems these holidays are similar to yours, so hopefully you’ll get it.

‘I just wish I had someone to spend Christmas day with…

‘Ah… again… I don’t like ending my letters on a sad note, so here’s another joke from me:

‘What’s the loudest pet you can get?... A trumPET!

‘Haha

‘I hope you write soon, from your local pun Prince!’

By the end of the letter you have a silly smile plastered across your face. Knowing that there’s someone out in the city feeling as lonely as you shrinks your empty feelings by a small fraction, leaving a glowing light in their place that spreads deliciously through your blood stream.

You quickly pick up a pen and notepad to write back:

‘That was a pretty terrible joke, Prince!

‘But I’ll forgive you since the letter made me smile. It’s nice knowing there’s someone out there who understands what I’m feeling.

‘And I wish I had someone to spend Christmas with as well…

‘But a thought just crossed my mind... if you’re popular then I wonder if I’ve heard of you… I doubt you would know of me though, but still, it would be weird if we actually knew each other outside of these letters. The uni campus isn’t that big… we’ve probably seen each other at some point, even if we didn’t realise it! Weird, huh?

‘Anyway, I’m rambling…

‘Write back soon,

‘From your partner!’

♡♡♡

The next day finds you in your favourite café again, sitting with one of the books you’ll be studying next term, and blowing on your coffee to cool it down.

A tinkling of the bell by the door has your head snapping up automatically, and you smile to see Jin entering, bundled up against the cold, with a bag slung across his shoudler.

“Hello,” he smiles, walking over to your table before he even orders anything, “Imagine seeing you here!”

“Hi,” you return.

“What are you reading?”

You show him the front cover, ‘An Introduction to Medieval Poetry’. He wrinkles his nose. “Is it any good?”

You shrug. “It’s a little bit boring, honestly.”

“Great,” he laughs, “I have some pretty boring reading with me as well.” He shows you inside his bag, where he has a couple of books on anatomy. “Would it be okay if I joined you to study? I won’t interrupt or anything…”

You wonder why he would possibly want to sit with you, and then it crosses your mind that maybe, just maybe, even popular boys like Jin can get lonely at Christmas. So you quickly nod your head, and he leaves his bag of textbooks on the chair opposite yours before going up to order a drink.

Just like your pen pal partner, Prince, you realise that it’s possible that Jin isn’t enjoying the holidays, despite his smiling, well-loved face. Yeah… just like Prince…

You glance across at Jin’s blue bag, at the medicine books inside, remember his awful jokes…

And it hits you. Not like the pun Prince. He is the pun Prince.

As Jin sits down across from you, you clamp your lips shut, wondering if you should say something like: “Tada, I’m your partner!”

But you’re held back by a fear of being wrong, of upsetting Jin after all he opened up to you about under the cover of anonymity. Maybe you should remain quiet, leave him to guess for the rest of his life.

As he works opposite you, you find yourself glancing across to check the writing in his notebook. Messy. Like a stereotypical medic. Your heart picks up its pace inside your chest, and although you choose to blame the coffee for your palpitations, you know it has more to do with the man sitting across from you.

As the day drags on outside, sky shifting from frozen blue to dusky pink to deep navy while the lights flicker on in the streets outside, still snowless, you calm your heart, continue reading, and leave Jin oblivious.

When the café workers begin making their rounds to let you know that they will be closing in the next ten minutes, you and Jin both pack up your books, leaving your coffee cups, emptied ages ago, on the table.

“Hey,” Jin begins as you both step out into the freezing air, “Would it be okay if we did this again sometime?”

“What? Like a study date?” you ask, and then flush at your use of the word ‘date’, “Uh… I didn’t mean… just, like… do you mean to meet up and study again?”

His cheeks look red in the glow of the city’s Christmas lights, but that might just be the bite of the cold. “Yeah… that’s what I meant.” He hesitates, and then says, “You know… just… it gets a bit boring by myself.”

You nod, with the unspoken agreement that you’re both lonely, and in need of some company. “It would be lovely to do this again,” you say.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time tomorrow.”

♡♡♡

The day after, you wake up to yet another letter, written in the scrawl you now know to be Jin’s:

‘Hi Partner,’

‘Update on my loneliness: I’ve someone to study with now. Which is nice! Haha. It’s good to have company. But that still leaves you alone... Actually, to be honest, I’d really love to meet you myself. After all that we’ve talked about, I feel I know you quite well… of course… I know that defeats the whole purpose of staying anonymous… but I want to know who you are, what you’re like. I want to hear you say these things to me, rather than read them off a page. I want to know you.

‘… maybe I shouldn’t say this, but since we’re being honest here… is it bad that I think I might like you? Like, as more than a friend I mean?’

You almost drop the letter, as if it caught on fire in your hands. The words ‘like… as more than a friend’ shine out from the page, overpowering every other sentence. You don’t know what to feel, or think, or do. Jin thinks he likes you. And he doesn’t even know you… or at least doesn't know that his partner is you. Maybe it’s all a joke. Maybe it’s another silly pun of his. If you read on there’ll be a punchline to punch you in the heart, and all this will be a massive overreaction. You take a shaky breath and continue reading:

‘Maybe it’s just because you’re the first person I’ve opened up to about being so lonely, and how stressful it is being popular, and maybe it’s because I feel deeply thankful to have you in my life… but on the other hand, maybe this thankfulness is itself a part of what love is.

‘Sorry. I’ve never actually been in love, so I don’t know what it’s like. I’m just going off what I’ve heard from friends and what I’ve seen in films… so maybe I’m wrong here…

‘I hope that you don’t feel angry reading this. But since you’re the one person I can be honest with… I figured I could tell you this as well.

‘Haha… you probably don’t want to meet me after that. Maybe you don’t want to even write back… but I’m glad I opened up to you. My chest feels lighter now,

‘From your Prince!

‘PS. I thought maybe a joke at the end would be inappropriate this time. It might ruin the tone. I hope you can forgive the lack of puns.’

You set the letter down on your desk and stare at it for a long time, the words ‘like you’ staring back. Your heart is thumping furiously in your chest, but the rest of you feels numb. You don’t know what emotions you should be experiencing. Jin loves you. It’s not a joke. No pun intended here. He really thinks he loves you. Or at least, he thinks he loves the version of you he discovered in your letters. Your brain flickers through all of this, trying to pick the correct response, but there is none: not happiness because you’re loved, not fear because you might not be what Jin wants, not anger because he destroyed the comfortable relationship you had in your letters. There is no response.

You sit down with a pen and notepad and begin your letter fourteen different ways, and none of them seem suitable, so you crumple them up, and leave them in the bin.

♡♡♡

That afternoon is your scheduled ‘study date’ with Jin, although it’s not a real date you tell yourself. You both established that.

But if Jin knew who you were, if he realised you were his ‘Partner’ would he want it to be a proper date?

You reach the café with your heart in your throat to see Jin waiting there, looking handsome as always. His letter still burns in your mind, and you wonder if he can see through you when you arrive, how your cheeks burn, how you notice little things about him that never struck you before – like the soft curve of his cheeks that contrast to a sharp-cut jawline, like the delicateness in his dark eyelashes, and the gentleness in his manners that makes your lungs flutter with fresh air rushing in.

This man thinks he loves you. And you think there’s something stirring inside you in return.

The thought makes you want to run. But to him, or from him… you can’t decide.

Instead, you approach at a normal speed and raise a hand in greeting.

“Hi!” he smiles at you, “I was worried you might not show up.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you say, “I just… got a little distracted.” Distracted by fourteen drafts of a letter never sent.

Jin holds the café door open for you, and you step into the fresh smell of coffee. Your study time feels a lot different today. Whereas yesterday you spent your time absorbed in your book, now, every few sentences you feel the urge to look up at Jin, see him smiling your way, and, embarrassed, bounce your gaze away again.

You’re all the more aware of what he’s doing across from you, every time he shifts his position, crossing his legs and uncrossing them, resting his cheek in his palm sometimes. Every little movement is distracting.

By the time evening has settled in and you’re leaving the café to part ways once more, you’ve come to a realisation a lot scarier than Jin’s confession to you – that you might actually like him back.

You debate with yourself the whole way home, but by the time you arrive at your dorm, you know you like a lot more than just his looks.

♡♡♡

When you arrive back at your room, you pick up your pen and notebook again, ready to finally return his answer.

‘Hello Prince,

‘I feel that since you were honest with me, I should be honest with you as well… I know who you are. What I mean is… I know that you’re Kim Seokjin, prince of the university with your broad shoulders and your good looks. It took me a while to figure it out, although I guess your nickname should have given you away!

‘And I should add that I think I like you as well. But I don’t think you like who I am in real life… not the way you described in your letter.

‘I hope you can figure out who I am, because I know I’m not brave enough to tell you myself… I’m scared you’ll give me up once you know who I am. Pathetic, huh? But we’re being honest here, and I’m honestly pathetic.

‘I hope you can uncover me, because I can’t do it myself. Figure out who’s behind these pages, and still love me,

‘From your Partner

‘Good luck.’

♡♡♡

When you meet Jin for your next study date (you don’t even try to correct the word ‘date’ in your mind anymore, they are practically dates, the hurricane in your heart tells you as much) you’re nervous to know if he’s you figured out, or if he’s still oblivious.

As you both set out your books on the table next to your cups of coffee, you notice some papers poking out from one of Jin’s folders, and recognise your own handwriting on the pages. While you continue on with Medieval poetry, you can’t help but steal glances at Jin, to see that he’s not studying his anatomy textbooks, but is instead frowning at your most recent letter, blinking his long-lashed eyes and furrowing his brows.

When he catches you staring, he quickly covers over the letter with his text book pages and pretends to be invested in the chambers of the heart diagrammed on the page.

Seeing him struggle, you want to give him a hint. But you also don’t want to make it obvious. You sit, pretending to focus on your book, but instead wondering how you can possibly give yourself away without giving yourself away.

But as the day passes with the sky getting darker, Jin frowning over the poem hasn’t yielded any results and you have no idea what to say to him.

As you leave the café once more, ready to go your separate ways, you turn back to Jin, as he asks, “So… can we be study partners again tomorrow?”

Which gives you the perfect opportunity to give him the last puzzle piece he’s been missing, “I’m always happy to be your Partner,” you tell him with a smile, and then, quickly, before he can make the realisation, you turn around with a brisk wave, and walk fast towards your accommodation, trying your best not to slip on the frozen ground, and trying not to blush furiously.

♡♡♡

There’s no letters the next day. You keep checking at your door all morning, thinking it’s arrived late, but there’s no more responses from Jin, and your thoughts start scurrying to anxiety, worrying that he’s given up on you.

But you still have a chance to see him at the café, and you wonder if he’ll mention something then. Yet, when you arrive, he’s the same as always, awkwardly smiling at you over his textbooks, and telling bad jokes to make you feel better when you get too stressed. Nothing seems to have changed, except the lack of letters.

That’s how the next couple of days go, no response, and a lot of study dates, and Christmas creeping ever closer.

The whole thing is driving you crazy. Does Jin know? Or doesn’t he? As you slip into the final days before Christmas, you decide that you need to tell him face to face – explain who you really are. It was never fair to expect him to recognise you and the person you were in your letters, since you weren’t nearly as honest in real life as you were in the secrecy of the folded pages. While you complained of boredom in the cafe, you worried about loneliness in your letters, coding all your feelings to his face, but spilling them honestly in ink. It’s time you told the truth without a pen to guide you.

When you meet him at the café on Christmas Eve, you ask, “Would it be okay if we didn’t study today?”

He blinks at you, and you continue to explain, “I mean… it’s Christmas Eve. We really shouldn’t be working on today of all days. Besides… I haven’t seen the Christmas tree in the park yet. We need to go see it.”

For an awful moment, you worry he’s going to refuse because he only wants to study, and he’s really not interested in your company at all. But then he nods, and slides his arm through yours, “Lead the way.”

With his warmth against yours, arm wound around your own, you wonder if you look like a couple, walking together, huddled close against the cold. The thought is enough to fight off the iciness in your numb cheeks and nose, as blood rushes up below your skin.

You need to tell him. You can’t go on like this. Going on almost dates, almost being a couple – it will drive you to insanity. But speaking up now seems wrong, the mood isn’t right, and if Jin doesn’t like you the way you like him, if your confession sends him away, then you want to enjoy your last day with him, stretching it out for as long as possible.

So as you walk through the icy streets, pointing out pretty, festive displays in shop windows, and winding your way towards the city park, you take these moments to appreciate all you have with Jin. You enjoy his smile, his high-pitched laugh, his terrible jokes, his gentlemanly manners, his care and concern, and all the loneliness that he drove away over these normally empty holidays.

Before you know it, you’re standing in front of the tree in the centre of the park, staring up at the star high above you, at the candy-canes and glitter tinsel swathing the branches.

Now. You need to say it now, or you’ll never say it. You glance over at Jin, who’s looking back to you. His dark eyes are still a shock to your nervous system, making your body react with pumping endorphins and rushing blood.

Your mouth feels stuck shut, which is just as well, since Jin’s already talking:

“Actually, I’m glad we didn’t go to the café today,” he says, “It gives me a chance to ask you something that maybe I should have asked you a while ago…”

You’re left to stare at him while he continues on, whirling around possibilities in your head.

“You see…” he says, “I’ve suspected that you’re my pen pal partner for a while… stop me if I’m wrong here… but ever since I saw you dropping the letter in the welfare mailbox, the though crossed my mind, and then when you told me that you knew who I was I was pretty convinced, but there was still a lot of worry that maybe I made a mistake. And that maybe I’d scare you off if I mentioned it as a possibility… I’m sorry, but I just wanted to keep this going a bit longer, wanted you to stay by my side and meet up with me for study dates… so I kept quiet. It was so nice to have you there for me, both face-to-face, and in your letters, and I worried that if I brought up anything more serious than just friendship I’d scare you away. But the reason our letters worked so well was because we were honest with each other… and I know I need to be honest again. So I’ll go ahead and tell you… I like you. I like you a whole lot. I like you so much. And, it’s probably wrong of me, but I’ve been thinking of these times that we meet up to study as actual dates…”

He takes a breath after his long ramble, mist sighing from his lips in the winter air.

Your brain tells you that you should respond, but you don’t know what to say, or rather, you don’t know how to give voice to all of the feelings in your heart. So instead, you grab onto his scarf and pull his lips down to meet your own, letting your body do the talking for once, rather than your pen.

♡ END ♡

Author’s note: We all know Jin is the pun prince :’) Sorry if this was super cheesy and self-indulgent! I couldn’t help it.

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aiimaginesbts · 6 years

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Breeze 2 | Summer Song (Final)

Jimin x Reader

Genre: High school AU, fluff

Word count: 2,215 words

Part 1: Laugh Away

A/N: This fic is inspired by YUI's Summer Song. I really love the song and the video, and as it has two parts, this is a two-shot!

Disclaimer/Copyright

"Oh come on, you have to teach me before the test, or I'll fail for sure!" From the edges of your consciousness, you can hear the panicked pleas of one your friends begging the smartest in your group to tutor her for the upcoming tests. Numerous students pass by you to enter the school, the racket of friends greeting each other and chatting threatening to drown the words of your own pals.

Not that you care very much, to be honest. Even though your eyes are trained on the movements of the moving pink lips in front of you to give the impression that you're following the conversation, you're really looking at the street leading to the school from the corner of your eyes. The school bell will ring soon. Almost like clockwork, you can see Jimin furiously pedaling his way towards the building. It's hard to control the laughter that is fighting its way out of your mouth as you watch him swerve dangerously into the space designated to park the students' bicycles.

Looks like he made it today too, you think to yourself just as the bell rings and a teacher summons the loitering pupils into their respective classes. Ever since the day you met him at the park in spring, you can't help but seek Jimin out whenever you're in school. It's the start of summer now, which has given you plenty of time to figure out that he always arrives just in time before the school bell rings. Somehow he has the timing down to science, because you have never seen him late before. Still, you keep on watching him, every day without fail.

You tell yourself that it's simply because you find it amusing. However, you can't deny that Jimin is extremely good-looking. Why haven't you noticed it before? Maybe it's because he's so quiet, managing to keep a low profile for so long that he doesn't stand out and others rarely talk about him. You find that you don't mind him being a little anonymous— you like that you can keep him all to yourself, as selfish as that sounds.

Hours of having knowledge and information drilled into you pass by slowly. Bottom lip snagged between your teeth, the tip of your pen tapping against your notebook, you try to pay attention to what the teachers are saying. Without your noticing, the school hours inch by. Yet when the final bell rings, you remain in class, organising your thoughts as you do your books. Summer holidays is upon you, which means you won't be seeing Jimin for a while. The idea makes you sadder than you expected. Although you can't have stayed more than twenty minutes after school ends, the class and even the hallway outside is mostly quiet by the time you head out from the room.

And almost right into Jimin. A gasp sits on top of your lips, but you manage to hold it in. Slowly you feel your wide eyes shrink to their normal size as you get over your shock and register the uncertainty in his posture. At first he looks surprised, just like you, but his gaze shifts down almost immediately. His teeth abuses his plump lower lip and his hands wrestle each other nervously.

"Hi, Jimin," you unconsciously greet him in a softer voice than your normal enthusiastic manner. Heart beating a little faster due to the fact that he materialised just after you thought about him and that he looks like a nervous animal. Jittery enough that you're afraid if you spook him, he may just turn and run into a forest.

"Hi," his response is even softer than yours, then continues at a speed that almost has you taking a step back. "During the holidays I was thinking of maybe going to the beach and taking pictures, you know, I'm sure the weather would be nice and warm, it's starting to get warm and the contrast of colours would look gorgeous—"

It's clear that he's starting to babble, and a bubble of laughter escapes you. Jimin never fails to make you smile. "I think that's a great idea," you tell him with a grin even though you feel a little wistful on the inside. He already has plans for the holidays while you have nothing else in mind other than finishing off your summer homework. However, even after you've reassured him, he still looks on edge. Perhaps even more than before. Sensing that he's not quite finished, you wait patiently for him to form the words you can practically see on the tip his tongue.

"I— I was—" Expectancy risen, you try not to show your impatience when he chokes a little between words. "I was thinking that maybe you'd like to join me?"

"Oh!" Warmth like hot chocolate spreading through your body overcomes you with pleasant surprise at his invitation. "Are you sure? I don't want to get in your way."

Eager nods of his head like an excited puppy gets you exhilarated as well. "If you don't mind, perhaps you can model for me as well?"

"Me?" Sure, there was that time that he took your picture laying down among the fallen sakura flowers, but you've seen more of his pictures since then. Along the course of getting closer to Jimin, you've noticed that he rarely takes photos of people. Jimin loves sceneries and he has a way of capturing them perfectly. Every photo evokes an emotion. A beautiful view. A lake that makes you feel calm and serene. Pictures with vibrant colours taken at angles that make you beam with joy at the brilliance. So you're surprised that he wants to take more photos of you.

Unsure as you are, his definitive and resounding "yes," coupled with your own desire to spend more time with him makes it an easy decision for you. Deciding on a time and place to meet on your way to the bicycle stand, you treasure the time with him until you have to part ways to head to your own homes.

A yelp that is a cross between panic and delight tears from your lips a few days later when the strong ocean breeze threatens to blow your straw sun hat off your head. Amused laughter drifts from behind; a most beautiful tinkling sound over the lapping waves of the sea, but you turn around to frown at the source.

"Why do you have to wear such a huge hat?" Jimin manages to gasp between chuckles that you find cute despite trying to be mad at him. "I can hardly see your face."

You want to retort, but instead you tilt your chin up haughtily and say, "your camera is about to fall off."

It isn't, but you're successful in making him stop cackling to frantically check on his precious device. The little back and forth is soon forgotten as you enjoy the beach in his company. There are other people around, enjoying the beach and seeking to bathe in the pleasant sun just as much as the salty sea, but as you look on at Jimin, you find yourself trapped in your own world with him. This is actually the first time you've seen him in action with his camera, and it amazes you. Watching him in his element is a marvel. The normally quiet, shy Jimin exudes confidence, enthusiastic yet calm as he snaps photo after photo, even authoritative when he wants you in the shot, telling you to stay put or take on a pose that he thinks is best for the picture he's taking. According to him, the light, just like the weather, is perfect for taking photos. There's still ample amount of sunlight to illuminate the scenery, but the afternoon sun is not directly overhead, which would cast you in shadows. You feel giddy when he compliments you on your choice of clothing as well; a pretty white dress that flows beautifully with the breeze, matching your brimmed white straw hat.

However, it's only when he declares that he has snapped enough photos to satisfy him that you find an opportunity to talk to him properly. Still, as you find yourself sitting next to him on the sand that is so light it's almost translucent, you get tongue-tied. It isn't very surprising, as it took days between that last day of school and meeting him today to admit your feelings to yourself and decide what to do about it. You have to ask him soon though, and you take one, two, several deep breaths to muster the courage.

"Jimin?" You call his name, catching his attention. It's hard to meet his gaze when he turns his head around to see you, but you keep your eyes on his determinedly. "There's a festival going on near the shrine and a fireworks show tomorrow night. It's going to be really pretty, although I know you've probably seen them before, but I was thinking maybe you'd like to see them with me. Of course, I'd understand if you say no, if you don't like crowds it's probably a bad idea, I mean—"

Before you know it, you've started babbling at a rapid-fire speed just like Jimin did a few days ago when he asked you to accompany him to the beach. And his response is just the same as yours was. "Me?!" He asks incredulously. Your cheeks flushing, you nod bashfully.

Large amounts of people wanting to watch the fireworks display is a concern for you, but the next night, you're left confused. Standing before you is Jimin, looking unexpectedly handsome in casual tight black jeans and a red and black flannel shirt. Another white shirt sits underneath the unbuttoned outer one, and you find butterflies in your stomach as you wonder how dashing he would look in a tuxedo. However, next to him is a bicycle.

As the open field where other people are heading to to watch the fireworks is only a few minutes' walk away, you're a little flummoxed by the two-wheeled vehicle. Especially after shyly complimenting you on your appearance that you spent over an hour to perfect, he motions for you to get on. "Is it safe?" You ask, although you're already turning to sit sideways behind Jimin's seat.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," he reassures you, swinging his leg over the bicycle and looking back to make sure you're properly seated. "Just hold on tight and I'll make sure you won't fall."

Then you're off. Not towards the field, but up a hill. Your hands grip the sides of his shirt, excitedly, giddily. The ascent isn't very steep, but still you're impressed that Jimin can cycle both of you on his bicycle at this angle without running out of breath. He's clearly fitter than you thought, and you wonder what else is there to Jimin that you don't know yet. In no time you're at the top of the hill, where there is a small playground for kids to play in. After parking his bicycle next to a tree, he climbs the jungle gym while you look on from below.

Before you can attempt to join him, he stops and takes in your yukata. Without a word, he jumps off so he can grab you by the waist and lift you up. The intimate contact makes blood rush to your cheeks, but you relish it even as you make your way up the structure in your summer kimono. Jimin takes a seat next to you at the top, and looks out at the black, inky sky. It's empty except for the tiny pinpricks of stars shining from light years away.

"Can we see the fireworks from here?" You ask, having guessed the reason he brought you to the top of the hill. The heat is practically radiating off of him from where your shoulder is just brushing his arm, but you try not to let it distract you too much.

"We'll have the best view." Just as he answers you, the first one sets off, as if eager to prove that he is right. You'd like to reply, but the explosions go off one after another, making conversation nearly impossible. So you settle for enjoying them, watching the tiny bits of light disperse to make different-coloured bursts of fireworks, their brilliance eclipsing the stars for a while.

A part of you wonders if Jimin is loving the show as much as you are, but when you turn to look at him, you find that his eyes are already on you. Various shades of colours illuminate his gorgeous face, the lights never in one spot at a time, never the same colour, but the way he looks makes your heart beat faster all the same. His lips part, mouth forming words but you can't catch them, and frustration builds inside you as they drown in the loud bangs of the fireworks.

"What?" You shout, the question concise and easy to make out from the shape of your mouth even without the aid of the actual sound of the word. Jimin leans in and whispers in your ear the one question you've only fantasised the past week about him asking.

"Will you go out with me?"

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franeridart · 7 years

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WHOA BLACK CLOVER HAS AN ANIME NOW I GOTTA GO WATCH IT

Well, only the first episode for now but yeah!!! I can’t wait for my favs to show up aaahhhhhh!!!!!!

Anon said:Omg, Kirishima, please teach me how to put on eyeliner, your eyeliner game is on point! (Seriously, tho, I love how you draw their eyes and how you draw Kiri in general. He seems so soft. Damn, Bakugou, I'm jealous that you can cuddle him)

THANK YOU!!!! And Kiri has really really pretty lashes in the manga too, doesn’t he? Bakugou too! They have seriously pretty eyes I spend a lot of time trying to get that right when drawing haha still not as good at Horikoshi tho after all, but what can we do~

Anon said:Every time I get a notification you posted something I get extremely happy! That's what your drawings did to me. How can one be so talented.

SOB thank you so much!! You being happy makes me happy so it’s happiness all around!!! What a good!!!

Anon said:Heey!! So I've been wondering... if Aizawa used his quirk on Hagakure would she become visible?? (Btw love your art)

Oh my what a question, I was actually talking about this not too long ago with a friend! And the conclusion ended up being that if her invisibility is a permanent mutation he can’t, but if she can turn it off at will then probably he can too! Right now we still don’t know how exactly Tooru’s quirk tho, so we can’t be sure which is the truth! (I like to think she can turn visible if she wants, but that’s just an headcanon with very little basis haha)

Anon said:Your erasermic art has blessed me 4ever thank u

NAH thank you for liking it and letting me know, man!!!

Anon said:I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIP ERASERMIC OH MY GOD but seriously you're one of my favourite artists and the fact you like pretty much all the same things as I do is so amazing to me and it makes me so happy because I know that you may draw more of it in the future and I'll get to see more beautiful art if that makes sense lmao thanks for creating stuff 👌👌

Hahahaha yeah it’s one of my top ships in the fandom! Also the only one I read fics for aside from krbk I love them A LOT (and it’s all thanks to my sister who directed my attention towards them a long time ago now, thank you sis) so yeah I’ll definitely draw more of them in the future!!!! And thank you so much for liking my stuff!!!!!

Anon said:Hi! I just want to say I love your headcanon of Aizawa becoming a mentor/role model to Bakugou! Thank you for introducing me to that idea!

YOU’RE MOST WELCOME I’m just a huge huge huge fan of the Aizawa&Bakugou interactions and how much Aizawa cares for him and how much Bakugou respects and trusts him in return, so!!! I’m mostly just pushing on that canon stuff hahaha

Anon said:HORY SHEET BOYO THAT ERASERMIC SHIT IS GOOD SHIT

THANK YOU FRIEND!!!

Anon said:i came to love erasermic thru kiribaku tbh. like i saw erasermic fic in the kiribaku tag on ao3 and i read it for the bg kiribaku (kirishima was such a good boi in that fic ngl) and i was like hey erasermic isnt bad. then i saw your art of them comparing them and i was like hey this is good shit 😁👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 keep it up pal

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll t r y !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :O

Anon said:Do you think Kyoka and Katsuki could get along? Over their like for punkrock maybe, and their gayness. Kinda like Todoroki and Momo's talks about their tiny crushes.

WHY YES ANON I think they could be the bestest of pals, I’ve actually drawn them together now and again cause I like the idea of them being friends so much - a list of some of the things Bakugou and Jirou do together:

make fun of Kaminari (Kaminari feels attacked and liked it better when Jirou was convinced she didn’t like Bakugou)

share music recs and go to concerts together (when it’s big ones they particularly care for they stand in line The Whole Day and at first it used to be sorta awkward but now being together makes the hours fly)

mutter sass and snark under their breaths to themselves in class and without meaning make the other snort or have to hide an actual laugh (they sit next to each other in class did you know that that’s my fav thing tbh)

say “god, I’m so fucking gay” and answer “mood” whenever Kirishima and Momo, like, exist or do anything equally outrageous

sit next to each other with their phones in hand in silence and at the same time look up with an intense/bored/obviously-judging-sero-come-on-look-at-them expression whenever anyone walks past them (they’re actually playing bullshit app games)

play bullshit app games in co-op or having each other as friends to earn more rewards cause they have a No-Judging policy going on between them that makes sharing this sort of otherwise embarrassing stuff with each other okay

Anon said:Hi!!! I love your art and I just wanted to ask....what band were you referring to when you said Mic named him after the band "eraserhead"? Could you possibly be talking about the filipino band "Eraserheads"?

Yeah!!!!! Tho I’m sorry to let you down anon, but I haven’t actually ever heard much from them (justttt one song two days ago cause I got curious) - I found out about them while looking up the movie!

Anon said:I love how you draw mic with his hair in a bun. It's super cute

THANK YOU!!!! But I can’t really take the merit for that, since that’s how he actually wears his hair (more or less) when he doesn’t gel it up for his hero costume!

Anon said:What is your favorite kiribaku au? :D

Oh boy, I sort of love everything and anything I’ve ever seen/read tbh, I’m a HUGE AU lover!! At the moment to anything with the fantasy AU (and dragon!Kiri is always a super welcome plus) is gonna make me go :O !!!!!!!! hahaha so maybe that, who knows! It’s for sure the one I think about the most!

Anon said:Hellooooo i love your art so much? Especially the bakushimas oh my god (also do you plan on drawing more soul eater *coughs*-deathstar-*coughs* in the future?) Have a good day!!

THANK YOU! And I dunno, maybe! If inspiration strikes, why not!

Anon said:hey guess what i just did... went through your ENTIRE art tag (all the way back to the knb and one piece), i found it really cool to see how your art has developed and see what your fav ship is at a certain time (and how you always come back to bokuroo)

Ah man thank you for spending all that time on my blog hahaha I wouldn’t say I always go back to bokuro though? It’s more like... whenever the manga brings the bokuros back I’m ready to start hyping all over them again hahaha my bokuro periods always happened while they were doing things in the manga, after all~

Anon said:u said u couldnt draw iida, lie of the century. i lvoe u

AHHHHH I’m glad you liked him!!!! I spent lotsa time on him in the past month or so trying to get a grasp on him, so I’m really seriously happy it seems to have paid off!! to quote Todoroki

Anon said:where’s ur faq i’m on mobile

SORRY maybe you already noticed but I added the link in the description!

Anon said:have you ever thought about if eri-chan can... erase her own quirk?? and would how they might handle it

Actually that’s the first thing I thought when Mirio got his own erased... well, it still depends on what exactly Eri’s quirk does? We sorta assumed she had the same quirk as Chisaki, but they aren’t actually related so who knows? I sure hope she can fix the damage done on Mirio, tho!

Anon said:I ADORE YOUR ART SO MUCH OH GOD HAVE A NICE DAY FRAN

OH MY GOD THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY TOO!!!

Anon said:Usjeiwiwj oh man, i love cats, my cat relates to urs big time ajsjehej

Cats are such a mess and I love them with all of my heart to be honest hahaha

Anon said:Do u have any, idk idea about traitor!Kaminari? I just imagine how would others react? I think it's hella sad, and still Denki never wanted this, something just go wrong in his life and it's breakin my heart... ARGH, sorry for interrupt you with something like that...

It’s okay, don’t worry about that haha but I can’t say I find the theory possible in the least, so I haven’t really spent time thinking about it at all? I mean, I can imagine it would be full of angst and regrets and a lot of tears and anger mostly from his close friends, but since I just can’t believe this theory I can’t say I have anything specific I can give you on this orz sorry!

Anon said:Who's get jealous and possessive between bakugou and kirishima?

Actually I dunno man, are they possessive and jealous? I feel like they both would like it when the other told them stuff like “I’m yours” or “you’re mine”, but being there complete and utter trust between them they wouldn’t actually be jealous or act in a possessive way... does that make sense? At most I think they’d be insecure in the beginning of their relationship, but once they managed to make it clear that yes, you’re the one I want, no one else, just you then they would have little to no problems in that sense haha

Anon said:So many people seem to misunderstand bakugou and I just really like how you portray him. Good characterization and good art! 💖✨

SOB THANK YOU !!!!! this means the universe to me oh g o d s!!!!

Anon said:Wait!! This isn't your main blog? Omg how did I not know this. What is your main blog (if you're willing to let people from this blog follow it haha)?

AHHHH yeah I have a main one this one is just for my doods!!! the main is @franeridan, if you wanna follow it! I’m mostly just crying over bakugou and kirishima and complaining a whole damn lot about... everything, tho hahaha

Anon said:I'm not the anon but u know the concept that kiri n Baku would meet when they were younger and when Baku was more... violent? (i know that's not the right word, I'm not a native speaker sorry!) Like I think kiri could actually make Baku less of a bully? Considering how much positive impact he had on his personality AFTER it already developed (like idk if this ask makes sense? What do u think?) ◇ (btw putting smth like ◇ was a genious idea ty, idk if u remember that ask tho?)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!!!!! Actually I’ve been thinking about this A LOT in the past couple of days and my conclusion ended up being that the key would be either for Kirishima to know Bakugou since they were really young OR for him to not attend Bakugou’s same middle school? Like, if they developed their personalities together, having someone like Kirishima around since they were kids could have made Bakugou develop differently, but if we go with the “they met in middle school” scenario then I think Kirishima would have had the same sort of...soothing? Effect on Bakugou only if Bakugou didn’t see him as a threat to his dream of being the only kid from that middle school to enter UA. Well, a scenario in which they had known each other since they were small young babies and Bakugou reached middle school going “the only one from this middle school to enter UA is gonna be me and Eijirou”, that would have been hella cute wouldn’t it hahaha growing up with a notion of us instead of just me would have changed Bakugou a lot, I’m pretty sure :D

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