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#And then finally sitting down to read! I always reread the last chapter before the update so get caught back up
ofmermaidstories · 10 months
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Let me preface this by saying I did check your FAQ but I didn't see this there yet I still find it hard to believe no one has asked you this at least a thousand times so if they did and I just missed it I'm sorry and you can delete this ask but—
You write such beautiful, detailed fics with lots of foreshadowing that often starts from the very beginning of the story. I think you made an author note once about only posting the first chapter of a fic after you've written the whole thing (or maybe that was Andie...?). If so, is the time between updates just you going through and rereading / editing like 100k words?
Basically, I want to ask: what is your fic planning process like? From the moment you get a first idea to posting the last chapter, what does I look like? I think you're a really, really amazing (one of the absolute best if not THE best) author but I cannot fathom how one human being can write such mammoths of fanfiction and stay motivated enough to finish them.
Also you're already planning Halloween stuff ?? You plan things literally half a year in advance?? Are you even human? We don't deserve you. 😭
You called yourself lazy in the webcomic post but I think you must work unbelievably hard to make such high quality stuff and without even getting compensation for it. You're amazing and I'm very thankful to exist in the right timeline and fandom to read your work. :,)
(oh my god this became such a ramble I'm sorry)
Oh Ari. 🥺 Hello.
I update as I write! So that was probably Andie, lmao, who’s definitely the better example to follow when it comes to plotting/completing a fic. 🥺 She’s amazing and if I could fashion myself after any other writer in our niche, it would be Andie hands down!
But okay, let’s get into it. 📝
A little disclaimer, before we start; I did not go to school for any of this lmfao. The most relevant education I have behind me is a extra-circular literature class I had during my last two years of high-school. The only reason the following works for me is because I’ve cobbled it together from years of trial and error. You can read advice and watch youtube videos about the writing habits of famous authors, but you have to tailor everything you hear to suit you and the way you work. The best advice in the world from the highest paid author in the world won’t work if you’re not wired in the same way! You have to take everything about yourself and what you like and what you want into account!
Part I—first we take Manhattan
start ur fic lol
First thing’s first; I’m a plotter. I don’t pants. If I pants, I lose interest—I need to have the final vision in front of me, even if it’s just a bullet point. I have to know what I’m working towards. That is crucial to literally everything I do. Every fic you see on AO3, every WIP I’ve mentioned working on or wanting to work on—I have always known two things about them, immediately: the hook that gets us in there, and how they end.
So for fics in particular, the start might look something like—I get an idea (I want Reader and Bakugou to kiss). And then I sit there and I brainstorm to myself (What’s stopping them from kissing? Why does Reader want to kiss someone so rude when there’s so many other nice boys out there? Is Reader particularly kissable?). And then, if I’m lucky, I think of an ending (Reader and Bakugou finally kiss, but he’s the one that initiates it, because he’s always wanted to, because he likes that Reader always wears a yellow coat to work—it’s ugly and it sticks out among the black and tan ones of the crowd but he comes to associate it—and thus Reader—with routine and his mornings going well).
This is often the most fragile time of an idea. That hook (Reader and Bakugou kiss) might fall apart with a bit more prodding (why would they kiss? Reader’s a stranger to him; most of us don’t go around kissing random strangers just because we like their coats). Or maybe the hook sticks (they spend almost years in orbit around each other, a constant near-miss) but the ending doesn’t work (I don’t know how to move Bakugou to a position where he can kiss Reader, where he has the opportunity to). For every idea you see in action, or listed, there’s like three more that died during this stage and are now being cannibalised for spare parts.
Part II—running up that hill (a deal with fic)
work work work
If our idea survives, we then move to the “throw everything at the wall and see what sticks” stage; which manifests itself in this case as a doc, where I’ll just write any and all ideas I have for this little world so far.
For fanfics, it’ll generally look like—
TITLE
SUMMARY: Bakugou and Reader kiss.
(in which Bakugou first notices you because of your ugly yellow coat)
📝 Reader is allergic to diary products; for ages Bakugou thinks of her as That Cheesy Extra, because of the colour of her coat. She laughs when she eventually learns about this. (“I can’t even eat cheese,” you complain)
📝 Reader stops walking past the coffee shop Bakugou gets his coffee at, one day; moves??? Leaves the city to help a friend out for a few months. Despite himself it throws Bakugou off-kilter, and when he sees someone (not Reader) in a yellow coat during a villian attack, he momentarily loses focus—gets injured???? The news of his injury makes the news, Reader sees it in Bumblah nowhere.
📝 Her coat is donated accidentally by a roommate, in a mix up, for a charity she’s volunteering at; when Reader returns to the city, she has to make do with a new one, a more neutral colour. Bakugou recognises her anyway and that’s when he realises it was never about the coat (!!!!)
Like, this is actually a pretty good approximation of what all my current fics have looked like, at that stage, before I tidied them up and refined them into proper outlines. Because that’s what will happen next, once we have a rough idea of what we want! Things get moved, or removed—tightened. A rough plot outline takes shape! If I get any ideas for a sequel or a spin off that I might want to do, I’ll note them here (Reader’s roommate, Roomie, who’s working at a charity—eventually meets Shinsou, who’s working on a case. She thinks he’s homeless; he doesn’t realise. They carry on like this for a while.)
Once I have a rough outline (rough meaning in bulletpoints), I’ll start on my more in-depth outlines—I do these chapter by chapter! I say this a lot, but they’re basically a really rough version of said chapter. So it might look like:
Reader’s walking to work; it’s cold enough that’s she’s wearing her coat. There’s a new coffee-shop opened on the corner—it’s full, popular, you think it might be because it’s at a crossroads between two different Pro Hero agencies. Reader glances at the window, interested, but then a friend calls out and you hurry along. Bakugou, inside the coffee-shop waiting for Half and Half to get his order, is affronted; your coat is ugly as shit, and he complains loudly about it to Shouto, who mentions something about Baku. having no room to complain about ugly colour choices.
The swap between Reader/You happens a lot because I’m not using my brain properly, at this stage—I’m just shovelling the sand I need into the sandbox. Once I finish my shovelling, I go back and I rewrite it—but better, LMAO. I flesh things out, I throw things away as needed, I add things in. It’s basically really, really intensive handholding and I would not recommend it for anyone who’s already daunted by the idea of plotting; I do it because if I don’t have a chaperone there (aka my outline) then I’m prone to getting distracted. I am basically the fanfic equivalent of the undiagnosed ADHD kid at the back of the class that only gets work done when they’re sat right in front of the teacher (and even then, there’s like a 50% chance it’s not actually work that’s happening but doodles of that weird pointy S thing over and over again).
Once it’s done, though, we have a completed chapter! I then post it and wait like a little crab under some rocks for people to be tricked into being nice to me, and then I dig back in and think nice thoughts about repeating this process to get chapter two. Eventually I will—and viola! Another chapter! We repeat that over and over until we get to the end of our original outline and we have a finished story. 😌📖
Part III—you’re on your own kid
motivation
No one ever likes this part, or what I’m about to say, because at best it sounds like saccharine fodder and at worse it’s out of touch with most people’s experiences in fandom, but—the only way to stay motivated when doing a long-haul fic is that you have to do it for yourself.
People are so kind to me, about the fics I’ve done; it’s part luck and part what I choose to write and part how I write it. And I mean—I share them because I want a little bit of attention, lmao, that’s natural because we’re humans, we all want attention. But here’s the thing, here’s the secret—I take these fics 110% deadly seriously. LOL. That sounds like a joke, but I do! I do that because it’s how I’m built and how I keep myself interested in them—because taking them seriously means I’m more invested in realising the ending I’ve imagined for them since day one.
If other people stopped being so nice about what I was writing, I would be sad—anyone would. 🥺 We all want to be told that we’ve done a good job. But I’ve had the ending for the Deku fic, for example, in my head since it’s predecessor was on-going. That is literal years of knowing how I want Izuku and Scribble’s story to end. If everyone disappeared tonight I would sulk, hardcore, and then I would finish that last chapter anyway. I would finish it because I’ve spent so much time and energy working on that story that not finishing it is a disservice to the world I built around those characters and most importantly to myself. I probably wouldn’t stress as much about it, LOL, if the audience shrunk back down to just me, but I’d still do it. 🥺
I write—and try to finish—these fics because I deserve to see them finished. I want the completed tick, on ao3. I want to look at it and know that I can do it—that I can start something as simple as Bakugou hating on some rando’s yellow coat, and bring it to the finish-line where they finally come together, and see each other, without the yellow coat or through a coffee-shop window.
And this is what I mean by like, tailoring things to suit you—because I know others might be perfectly content to imagine the ending for themselves, without writing it. Or maybe they don’t want to treat fic seriously, because it’s fun escapism. Maybe disappointment that it’s not received like they thought it would be sours the whole experience of fandom for someone—there’s no right or wrong to this. I know I can write for an audience of just me because I’ve done it before. The satisfaction has always come back to the same thing—knowing I finished it, and wrapped that world up as best as I could. You have to pick and choose your poison—and then you have to run with it.
I hope that answers at least some of your questions, Ari. 🥺 Thank-you for such a thoughtful ask; for being so sweet. 🥺 You’re amazing, and I’m the thankful one—I’m glad we’re here, together. 🌷🌾✨📖
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poppy-thatcher · 1 year
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Just a Dream (Tomura Shigaraki) - Pt 1
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A/N: My life has been on hiatus lately. So much bad happened all at once. But everything is finally looking up and one of those bad things took quite a positive turn! I have a few new things I've actually been inspired to write... but they're not ready to be posted yet. Soon tho!
I debated posting this here for a long time. I've been writing and rereading it since August 3rd, 2022. It's the first story I drafted with an actual ending. Cause, major shock coming I'm sure, I usually just wing it. But anyhow, enough of that. Chapter 1 of 🤔 potentially 12. I don't know if I'll post them all. That's kinda a lot.
And then, suddenly, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt.
Warnings: First go at an 🤔 isekai. Unedited... unless you count the 50 million times I've read it before being brave enough to post it on Wattpad 😂 Also, I kept the dates what they were when I initially posted this cause I'm lazy. Maybe bondage of sorts... but not in that way. LOL! I love Shigaraki a lot.
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Saturday, September 16, 2022  - 9:45 pm
I stepped foot through the door, and the smell of stale bar snacks and locally brewed beer hit me harshly in the face, making me wince and squint my eyes. I was mentally cursing myself as I peered around the room, attempting to spot my work friends before trekking my way through the groups of overly zealous people eager to be here tonight.
I spotted Cindy at a table across the dancefloor, sighed heavily to myself, and began to push my way through the cluster of strangers.
“Oh, wow… you actually came?” Cindy stated, shock evident on her face, as I stepped up to the edge of the table, “I always assume that you’ll stand us up. We’ve been inviting you for months on end to no avail.” she smiled, leaning against her friend I wasn’t familiar with.
“And yet you still invite me,” I state, a little irked at Cindy’s snide comment, “every single weekend.”
“Calm down, killer,” I heard over my shoulder, causing me to spin and come face to face with Daniel, my only work friend who I actually could stand to be around, “Why did you come tonight?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink and smiling his award-winning smile at me.
I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t have anything better to do.”
“Nice, so we’re the last resort. Must be all caught up on your anime shows, huh?” he smirked, pushing me towards the booth of their claimed table.
“I can always go home and let Netflix recommend something, ya know?” I snarked back, sliding my way into the inside of the booth, making my escape a little bleaker.
“Yeah, yeah.” he laughed, sitting beside me, closer than I needed him to, “No way am I letting your cute ass head home now that we got you here.” 
I felt my cheeks burn at his comment and quickly looked around the bar to hide my reddened cheeks, praying the dim lighting in here would help hide my embarrassment. 
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I couldn’t keep my eyes focused on any one particular thing. Daniel had left to get another drink from the bar and was stopped by a few brave girls who made him smile wide. Cindy and, who I eventually figure out was her girlfriend, Rose had left to grind up on each other on the dancefloor to the brash music the local band played. The other work acquaintances who remained nearby weren’t people I’d typically socialize with.
I sat with my head in hand, slumped over the slightly sticky tabletop, gently spinning my straw around the melting ice that remained after my beverage had graciously cooled my overheating throat from constantly having to shout over the local band doing their best to keep us entertained. Shouting over the music, shutting down advances before they could even utter words of admiration, all just to sit here alone and kick myself for agreeing to do something I knew I didn't want to. For the sake of friendship and normalcy. Something I never truly cared about, to begin with.
Why the hell am I actually here?!? 
I wasn’t one for social outings. I had a beyond-low social battery when it was fully charged. Combine that with my awkwardly shy demeanor, and anything social was a natural disaster waiting to happen. I understood why Cindy made the comment she did about me standing them up. I knew this wasn’t my scene, yet here I was.
I grabbed for my purse that had been tucked away in the crease of the booth and gently placed it over my shoulder, taking out the money for my soda and placing it on the table. 
No one noticed me make my departure, which I was ever grateful for. Having to explain why I only lasted 45 minutes for our friendly outing wasn’t ever something I’d categorize as fun. No one seemed to understand me, no one ever seemed to take the time, only ever criticizing why I wasn't normal like the rest of them.
I slyly moved around the bar patrons, making sure to not jostle anyone too abruptly, and started my trek home, ready to slip into my favorite pajamas and cuddle up to my childhood teddy. 
Today was emotionally and physically tiring, but tomorrow would hold a promise to be better. It would be my last free day before I had to force myself to trudge back to work and sit behind a desk all day. 
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I woke up gasping for air. Panic sat deep in my chest, making my heart beat a million miles a minute. I tried to clutch my chest to mellow out my erratic beating, but my hands wouldn’t move. I looked to my right side, noticing that my arm was strapped down to the bed with a leather cuff. The panic started to bubble over, unable to be contained, worsening at the possibilities of what could only come next.
What the hell is happening?!? I remember going home and climbing into bed, as planned. Did someone break into my home?
Tears began to spill over my cheeks, causing trails to flow down the sides of my face, dripping coldly into my messy hair. Before I could even get myself together, his scratchy voice spoke into the void.
“You’re awake,” he stated, matter-of-factly.
“Where am I?” I asked, panic heard so evidently in my voice.
“You’re here with us, the League of Villains,” he spoke, causing my mind to run around in circles.
The League of Villains? Like in My Hero Academia?
“This can’t be real, you can’t be serious. That’s… that’s a tv show, an anime." my heart was fluttering like crazy in my chest. Good thing for ribcages, as it was the only thing holding my heart hostage.
That voice was far too familiar. I could hear rough fingers scratch erratically, causing the noise to echo in the eerily quiet room, only confirming what my mind was already thinking as it rushed into overdrive.
Please let this be a bizarre nightmare! Wake up!!
CH.2
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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year
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The Haunting Past (LU in Healthcare)
PLOT CHAPTER! :D You ready for emotional whiplash because I threw a snippet in there too?! Woot woot for wretched pacing but I don't care because I do what I want with this insanity LOL
(Click here to read on AO3)
Time stared at his phone.
Time Time Sky’s back He’s back and he’s ok
TIME TIME OH MY GOSH TIME IT’S SKY WARS AND I FOUND HIM HE’S ALIVE AND HE’S OK AND WE’RE HAVING ICE CREAM YOU GOTTA COME HERE LIKE NOW ASAP STAT STAT STAT ARE YOU LISTENING LOOK AT YOUR PHONE DAMN IT AND DON’T SAY “NO SWEARING” ORWHATEVS OK LIKE IT’S SKY
“Honey? What’s wrong?”
Taking a shaky breath, Time slowly sat on the sofa. He… didn’t really have words to say. The messages were from last night – he’d silenced his phone for dinner with Twilight and hadn’t bothered checking it until this morning.
Sky was alive?
“Link?” Malon prompted, sitting beside him.
He looked so worn thin, yet his smile shone just as brightly as always.
“Thank you,” Sky said, leaning in for a hug.
Time held him gently so as not to jostle his healing injury. “You’re welcome. Go to the barracks and get some sleep, Sky, some real sleep, okay? They shouldn’t be letting you on a helicopter anytime soon anyway. Enjoy the rest.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
Except he hadn’t. He never saw Sky again. No letter, no text, no explanation whatsoever. Sky had been released from the hospital after his wound and then he’d just vanished.
Time reread the texts and felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Sky?” Malon whispered as she looked at his phone. “I’ve heard that used as a nickname… you talked about him, a pilot from the war – one of your Lost Boys, right? You said he’d died.”
“I thought he must have,” Time muttered.
The couple sat in silence, and then Malon gently laid a hand on his shoulder. “Honey, this is amazing. You should reach out to them and see if you can find him.”
He thought he’d come to grips with everything. Sky had disappeared two years ago, after all.
Shakily pressing on the phone, he dialed Warriors’ number, but when he didn’t get a response, he remembered that Warriors was working today. Wind was in class, he knew that much.
That meant the kid would absolutely be goofing around on his phone.
Nugget, I need to know what happened. How did you find Sky? Where is he?
It took less than five seconds to see the little speech bubble appear, and he waited.
he said he’s staying somewhere close and works in the area
isn’t that crazy??? So cool
like I can’t believe he’s here!!!!!!
u want his #? I made him give it to us
“Yes,” Malon immediately said when Time hesitated. “Honey, come on, you should reach out to him!”
When Time still didn’t speak or type, Malon brought her energy down a little and hugged him instead.
This was just… overwhelming.
“I’ll make some breakfast. Take your time.” Malon finally said softly, kissing him on the cheek and heading for the kitchen.
Time sat still, alone and silent. And then, finally, he typed, Yes.
The doorbell rang, distracting him before Wind could reply, and he plopped the phone on the couch, filled with both anxiety and anticipation. Taking a steadying breath, he went to answer the door so Malon could keep cooking. He imagined… he imagined Sky’s number would be available once he got back to the sofa.
So what would he do? Call him? Text him? Do anything at all?
Why had Sky disappeared without a word if he was still alive? Did he not want to talk to them? None of it made sense. Sky was gentle and sweet, though far more mischievous than people realized, but he wasn’t cruel.
Shaking his head to focus on the moment, Time opened the door.
And saw Sky standing on his porch.
The pair stared at each other for an eternity. Time couldn’t even quite process who he was looking at. The always sleepy teenager had grown into a young man, more muscular yet more worn, smooth young face carrying traces of worry and stress, held heavy in the dark circles under his eyes. His jaw was set tightly, muscles pulled and stiff. His posture was rigid and tall, like a soldier, but holding a tension of anticipation, a defensiveness for a blow that hadn’t yet been struck. His brow was crinkled together, so obviously conveying anxiety.
The morning doves cooed gently as a breeze blew. The surrounding nature brought Time back to reality. He started to take a small step forward when Sky’s breath caught a little too sharply. His entire being screamed an apology, and Time could only fathom what it was for.
Sky’s eyes began to water, and he swallowed hard.
Time reached forward and dragged him into a hug.
XXX
Hyrule entered the bar, breathless and excited. He had just gotten off another 48 hour shift and he was ready to unwind with his friends. Four had mentioned that Legend brought a new friend along. Hyrule had heard about him the last time he’d been in the emergency department, but he hadn’t had the chance to meet him yet.
Catching sight of Four, he smiled and made his way to the table where his friend was sitting. Everyone was still in their scrubs, making Hyrule feel a little better about only changing his duty shirt so he wouldn’t be seen in a bar in his uniform. Four had his colorful hoodie on that he always wore outside of work when weather permitted (and the cold rain outside certainly permitted it), while Legend had a light blue beanie covering his blonde hair and then was in his usual crimson scrubs. There was a third person at the table, a blonde man in forest green scrubs with perfectly quaffed hair and a chiseled jawline. His eyes quickly snapped to Hyrule before the paramedic had even gotten within a few paces of the table, and their intensity made him a little nervous all of a sudden.
Four noticed the new guy’s scrutiny and followed his gaze, smiling in recognition. “Hey, Hyrule, you’re—”
Four’s smile turned upside down as he scrutinized Hyrule. “You’re soaking wet.”
Hyrule shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t expect the rain.”
“Where did you park?” Four asked skeptically. “Is it raining that hard?”
Hyrule fumbled for an answer hastily. “O-oh, I—not far, I—I decided to bike today.”
“You bike?” Legend questioned.
Hyrule smiled, elated and proud. “Yeah! I just got the bike last week!”
“Well look at you, being all healthy,” Legend snarked with a smile. “Come over here and sit down already, you’re being weird just standing there.”
Hyrule chuckled bashfully and made his way to the table. The new guy smiled in welcome, and his face and eyes warmed. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Warriors. You must be Hyrule?”
Hyrule nodded, smiling politely. “Yes, that’s right. Are you on in the STICU with Four?”
“ED,” he answered, sipping his drink.
“So how was your day?” Four asked the pair of emergency nurses.
“I got pissed on by a patient,” Warriors said dryly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss getting blood all over me from my trauma soldiers.”
Legend snorted, crossing his arms and smirking. “Welcome to civilian ER life.”
Hyrule gasped in realization. “You served in the military?”
Warriors nodded. “I was an army nurse and a soldier before that.”
“Were—did you serve during the civil war?”
Warriors’ smile grew a little strained, and he nodded.
Hyrule dropped it after that, sensing the change in atmosphere. “Well, I’m a paramedic! It’s nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, yeah, nice to meet the pretty boy,” Legend said dismissively, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, my day was great, had a DKA patient whose sugar was like nine hundred and then we got priapism guy again.”
Hyrule groaned. “Again? You’d think he’d learn after the first time.”
“Nope!” Legend quipped, cackling. “He’s gonna lose it if he isn’t careful.”
Everyone at the table shuddered. Hyrule looked at Four. “What about your day?”
Four shrugged good naturedly. “Not bad. My patient actually walked today and pain management was great, nobody called the behavioral response team and nobody got punched.”
Warriors propped his chin on his fist, bottle already empty. “Head injury patients are a beast.”
Four nodded sagely. “No kidding. So what brought you to Hyrule Hospital?”
Warriors shrugged. “Looking for a change of scenery. Friend recommended I come here after I left the army.”
“Yeah, get this,” Legend interjected, pointing to Warriors. “He and Time are old war buddies.”
“Time? Really?” Hyrule asked. He’d met the trauma surgeon a handful of times by now since Four and Legend were more familiar with him. He seemed very wise and kind, but also mysterious. Time didn’t talk about himself or his past; he asked others about themselves and talked about work, and by the end of the conversation Hyrule would leave and realize he hadn’t really learned a thing about the man. He never knew Time had been in the army.
Warriors nodded, his eyes warming at the mention of the surgeon. “Yes, he’s the one who recommended I come here.”
“What part of town are you settled in?” Legend asked. “I’ve got the whole city mapped out, so I know all the good spots in town for food and shopping and the like.”
“Northern side of town, Seer District.”
“Of course you’re in the swanky side of town,” Legend commented with another roll of his eyes.
“Well what about you?”
“Lorule District.”
Hyrule headed for the bar as the group chatted about different places in the city, smiling cheerfully at the lady behind the bar. “Hey Telma!”
“Hey, honey,” Telma greeted warmly before frowning. “You’re soaked to the bone.”
Hyrule chuckled, his shoulders rising in embarrassment. “Yeah. It’s okay, really.”
Thankfully, the barmaid didn’t push. Sighing and shaking her head, her smile returned as she asked, “The usual?”
Hyrule nodded eagerly, and happily accepted the glass of milk that Telma offered before skipping back to the table to rejoin his friends.
XXX
Twilight sighed in contentment as the fire crackled. Both he and Wild were off work for the next couple of days, and they’d decided the outdoors was far preferable to the ratty motel they’d been staying in.
Being new to the area, Twilight didn’t know the surrounding vicinity as well, but Wild had explored both the entire city and the wilderness around it.
“Camping was such a good idea,” Twilight remarked, leaning against a tree.
Wild hummed cheerily, belly full of some soup they’d packed along. “Maybe we could just live out here? Beats the motel.”
“It took us an hour and a half to drive out here. You want that commute?”
“I’ve heard of people driving that much from their homes!”
“Where are we going to shower?”
Wild squinted at the fire. “Pretty sure there’s a stream somewhere…”
Twilight laughed. “I’ll pass on that, heaven knows what’s in the water. I’m down for camping on our days off, though.”
There was a comfortable pause, and then Twilight’s curiosity got the best of him. “How did you find all these places, anyway? Have you just… been homeless for most of your life?”
Wild sighed and shrugged. “I got here with little recollection of how. Didn’t have much to go off of, either, so I made do.”
Twilight sat up a little more, growing confused and concerned. “What do you mean you don’t remember how you got here?”
“No here,” Wild said, motioning at the campsite they’d made. “I mean, like, bigger here. Castle Town. All that.”
“You just… woke up in Castle Town one day and didn’t know how you got there?”
“No,” Wild answered. “I woke up in a… I woke up somewhere else and didn’t know how I got there. All I knew was I needed to get out. And I kept going and going, and most transportation leads here, so I got off the bus here and started turning it into my stomping grounds.”
Before Twilight could ask anything else, Wild turned the conversation to him. “How about you? What brought you to Castle Town?”
Twilight shrugged. “Needed a change.”
The pair was silent, neither willing to make eye contact or elaborate on what they had said. Then Twilight chuckled. “Look at us. Let’s talk about something else, the important stuff: do you like dogs, cats, or both?”
Wild shrugged. “I’m kind of meh to all of them.”
Twilight gaped. “What what?!”
“I don’t know, I mean I’ve run into the city’s stray cats a million times over and they’re feral as hell,” Wild shrugged. “The dogs too, honestly. Best to just avoid them.”
“Unbelievable,” Twilight muttered. “We need to work on this.”
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andie-orion · 5 months
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Just a Dream - Tomura Shigaraki - Pt 1
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A/N: Taken from my writing blog.
My life has been on hiatus lately. So much bad happened all at once. But everything is finally looking up and one of those bad things took quite a positive turn! I have a few new things I've actually been inspired to write... but they're not ready to be posted yet. Soon tho!
I debated posting this here for a long time. I've been writing and rereading it since August 3rd, 2022. It's the first story I drafted with an actual ending. Cause, major shock coming I'm sure, I usually just wing it. But anyhow, enough of that. Chapter 1 of 🤔 potentially 12. I don't know if I'll post them all. That's kinda a lot.
And then, suddenly, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt.
Warnings: First go at an 🤔 isekai. Unedited... unless you count the 50 million times I've read it before being brave enough to post it on Wattpad 😂 Also, I kept the dates (+1 year) what they were when I initially posted this cause I'm lazy. Maybe bondage of sorts... but not in that way. LOL! I love Shigaraki a lot.
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Saturday, September 16, 2023  - 9:45 pm
I stepped foot through the door, and the smell of stale bar snacks and locally brewed beer hit me harshly in the face, making me wince and squint my eyes. I was mentally cursing myself as I peered around the room, attempting to spot my work friends before trekking my way through the groups of overly zealous people eager to be here tonight.
I spotted Cindy at a table across the dancefloor, sighed heavily to myself, and began to push my way through the cluster of strangers.
“Oh, wow… you actually came?” Cindy stated, shock evident on her face, as I stepped up to the edge of the table, “I always assume that you’ll stand us up. We’ve been inviting you for months on end to no avail.” she smiled, leaning against her friend I wasn’t familiar with.
“And yet you still invite me,” I state, a little irked at Cindy’s snide comment, “every single weekend.”
“Calm down, killer,” I heard over my shoulder, causing me to spin and come face to face with Daniel, my only work friend who I actually could stand to be around, “Why did you come tonight?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink and smiling his award-winning smile at me.
I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t have anything better to do.”
“Nice, so we’re the last resort. Must be all caught up on your anime shows, huh?” he smirked, pushing me towards the booth of their claimed table.
“I can always go home and let Netflix recommend something, ya know?” I snarked back, sliding my way into the inside of the booth, making my escape a little bleaker.
“Yeah, yeah.” he laughed, sitting beside me, closer than I needed him to, “No way am I letting your cute ass head home now that we got you here.” 
I felt my cheeks burn at his comment and quickly looked around the bar to hide my reddened cheeks, praying the dim lighting in here would help hide my embarrassment. 
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I couldn’t keep my eyes focused on any one particular thing. Daniel had left to get another drink from the bar and was stopped by a few brave girls who made him smile wide. Cindy and, who I eventually figure out was her girlfriend, Rose had left to grind up on each other on the dancefloor to the brash music the local band played. The other work acquaintances who remained nearby weren’t people I’d typically socialize with.
I sat with my head in hand, slumped over the slightly sticky tabletop, gently spinning my straw around the melting ice that remained after my beverage had graciously cooled my overheating throat from constantly having to shout over the local band doing their best to keep us entertained. Shouting over the music, shutting down advances before they could even utter words of admiration, all just to sit here alone and kick myself for agreeing to do something I knew I didn't want to. For the sake of friendship and normalcy. Something I never truly cared about, to begin with.
Why the hell am I actually here?!? 
I wasn’t one for social outings. I had a beyond-low social battery when it was fully charged. Combine that with my awkwardly shy demeanor, and anything social was a natural disaster waiting to happen. I understood why Cindy made the comment she did about me standing them up. I knew this wasn’t my scene, yet here I was.
I grabbed for my purse that had been tucked away in the crease of the booth and gently placed it over my shoulder, taking out the money for my soda and placing it on the table. 
No one noticed me make my departure, which I was ever grateful for. Having to explain why I only lasted 45 minutes for our friendly outing wasn’t ever something I’d categorize as fun. No one seemed to understand me, no one ever seemed to take the time, only ever criticizing why I wasn't normal like the rest of them.
I slyly moved around the bar patrons, making sure to not jostle anyone too abruptly, and started my trek home, ready to slip into my favorite pajamas and cuddle up to my childhood teddy. 
Today was emotionally and physically tiring, but tomorrow would hold a promise to be better. It would be my last free day before I had to force myself to trudge back to work and sit behind a desk all day. 
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I woke up gasping for air. Panic sat deep in my chest, making my heart beat a million miles a minute. I tried to clutch my chest to mellow out my erratic beating, but my hands wouldn’t move. I looked to my right side, noticing that my arm was strapped down to the bed with a leather cuff. The panic started to bubble over, unable to be contained, worsening at the possibilities of what could only come next.
What the hell is happening?!? I remember going home and climbing into bed, as planned. Did someone break into my home?
Tears began to spill over my cheeks, causing trails to flow down the sides of my face, dripping coldly into my messy hair. Before I could even get myself together, his scratchy voice spoke into the void.
“You’re awake,” he stated, matter-of-factly.
“Where am I?” I asked, panic heard so evidently in my voice.
“You’re here with us, the League of Villains,” he spoke, causing my mind to run around in circles.
The League of Villains? Like in My Hero Academia?
“This can’t be real, you can’t be serious. That’s… that’s a tv show, an anime." my heart was fluttering like crazy in my chest. Good thing for ribcages, as it was the only thing holding my heart hostage.
That voice was far too familiar. I could hear rough fingers scratch erratically, causing the noise to echo in the eerily quiet room, only confirming what my mind was already thinking as it rushed into overdrive.
Please let this be a bizarre nightmare! Wake up!!
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fearlessinger · 2 years
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I watched the Mark Oshiro interview and noted down the rrverse-relevant passages for y'all
(I would rec watching the vid in its entirety if you have time to kill; Mark is super charming and thoughtful, just like I remembered them from their "Mark Watches" days, and says a lot of interesting stuff abt writing and the publishing industry in general)
– Rick had the full outline ready: major arcs & themes figured out already
– there’s stuff in the outline Rick had been planning for years, he had it sitting for a while
– Rick sought Mark out specifically, then Mark was asked to “audition” by writing the first 3 chapters that would be later seen by various ppl including some of the Disney publishing ppl. Mark decided to tweak/change some stuff. Kept 90% of the outline changed a 10%. They felt they needed to figure out/visualize things that weren’t in Rick’s outline, that were left unspecified there (the way Mark talks abt it, it feels like it’s mainly worldbuilding/lore stuff they are talking abt). Mark says Becky Riordan was very helpful with this, she knows the canon deets better than Rick.
– Rick wanted Mark to write first draft bc even tho the story is Rick’s, he wanted it to be told through an authentically queer perspective, with the nuance and sensibility that he as a straight man doesn’t feel capable of understanding/conveying.
– There’s things in the final draft that Oshiro decided to leave to Rick bc they felt Rick knew the characters better
– Oshiro talks abt the reactions of the ppl who have read the quasi final drafts and how one of the Disney editors said the book was for rrverse fans “like Spiderman No Way Home was for spiderman fans”, meaning this is a book that respects the identity these characters have built through the prev books and the history they have while still managing to take them somewhere new, which is exactly what Mark was trying to accomplish, and which they say “Rick is deeply thoughtful about. He cares a lot.” – Mark wanted to give these characters their due and also (said in a lighthearted but also clearly committed & passionate manner) make the gayest Percy Jackson book ever published
– talks a bit about an upcoming horror YA book of theirs and calls it “the fist dual pov book I’ve written”. The book comes out march 2023, it seems likely Mark’s started working on this before the solangelo book so… probably means nothing re: whose pov solangelo is told from?
– Mark thinks Rick has the ability to inject levity in extremely dark moments without lowering the intensity/stakes, which is essential when writing for middle graders while still wanting to take the story to emotionally challenging places, but very few authors can do it as well and as effectively (I AGREE)
– there’s a scene in the solangelo book where Mark kinda wrote themselves into a corner bc it was too scary and they realized it might not fly for the intended readership “and then I thought of the silliest way to deflate the terror” and they are very proud of that bc they feel they captured the quintessential Riordan tone. Bc the PJO books are great and complex and telling important stories etc but quote: “they’re fucking weird as hell” too.
– Mark actually only started reading the saga in 2018. Read them all in a week and was like the Lady Gaga meme. At the time they feel like they were only missing TON (if this was 2018 they were missing TTT too so either they are misremembering the year they read them in, or that they were missing TTT too). They reread them all when TON came out, and twice again last year.
– “the best time to start reading Percy Jackson is always.”
– They know it’s cheesy but their fave char from the moment he was introduced was Nico, and there’s a big reason for it that Mark can’t talk about bc it’s stuff that is in the solangelo book. It’s plot spoilers. Mark will be free to say it when the press tour for the book starts. (This seems contradictory tbh but it is how Mark explains it)
– They like Annabeth and Grover a lot
– “My favorite surprise character that at the beginning I was like ‘ehhhhh’ and at the end I was like ‘I would die for him’ was Apollo.”
– after reading series 1 Mark was like how are there 10 more of these where can this story possibly go, and then Rick did “a thing” (no spoilers) in series 2 that made the narrative world bigger, and then he did “another thing” in series 3 that concerns the character of Apollo, “and Apollo grew on me so much”, he goes “from the most annoying character on the face of the planet who judges everyone around to ‘all of these demigods are my children and I will murder for them’, it’s just incredible to watch that whole thing happen. Which means I also love Meg, and I love Meg’s growth too”
– there’s another character too that Mark loves and feels deserved the spotlight so they put them in the new book. “We don’t talk abt them enough” (Mark’s kinda joking as they say this, tho the love feels sincere)
– Mark’s godly parent would be Hades whom they liked in the PJ books but also always liked in general and share an aesthetic with
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Hiii🎈 how are you adapting to your new life after the move and the wedding? Hope everything is great!!
I've been inspired by the last posts with the asks (I love to read them). Aaand I thought of a few questions...I hope not to bother you too much
For DWM, I was thinking...are they going to approach the infamous campaign again? Like, she felt pretty guilty about what happened,are these feelings going to resurface sometime? For example going on dates and doing things together will take them to think/discuss about what could've been if they weren't so stubborn/oblivious?
Eddie said he would ask her out on her freshman year...if she never killed him do you think they would have been friends for the 2 years of distance (middle - high school)? Or they would stop hanging out and just met again when she finally was a freshman?..2 years is A LONG TIME especially at that age.
Also, you wrote that in order to learn d&d she went to play with kids in the Wheeler's basement, is this going to be referenced in the side stories? You hinted Gareth doesn't like her..will the youngest guys of Hellfire have a nice opinion of her?
Finally, not an answer but an appreciation. I'm not a native english speaker so it takes me a while to get all the details. I LOVED the parallels in the chapters for example the openings of chapter 1 and 9, when they were both skeptical. She was caught off guard when Chance invited her to prom because he is popular and on the basketball team while she was just Chrissy's friend. And he was caught off guard because he thought she was popular and he was just the trailer park kid. I don't know if it was intentional but while rereading I was upset I didn't notice it before.
Lastly for Paper men, I was wondering if Evelyn's family will still present in future updates, it's so refreshing to read about a positive-non toxic-supporting family, in such toxic environment. I have to say.. I'm team Vic for the win, as much as Evelyn and Patrick's interactions show really good chemistry and I'm intrigued about her and Henry's past, they are too toxic to deserve that pure little heart.
I always apologize for the long questions but I end up writing more and more each time, so I get it if you don't want to answer.😂
Have a nice weekend 🥰
Hey! I'm almost fully settled in. It's a much smaller apartment than what we're used to, but we're making the best of it. Thanks for asking!
Now, moving on to your questions!
1. In regards to the campaign itself, they're totally gonna replay it at some point over the summer because they never got to finish it together. So once Scottie gets out of prison, they're all gonna sit down and play it again, properly this time, and the Reader will probably be tempted to sacrifice Eddie again, just for giggles. She's such a troll. 😂 But in regards to those feelings of guilt and regret, I think they both would prefer to move past it and focus on the present. They only have a couple months before the Reader leaves for college, and they don't wanna waste time dwelling on the past. They've already had their big heart-to-heart. Now they just wanna enjoy their time together. But as we get closer to the end of summer, I think a lot of those old feelings will inevitably resurface because neither of them knows what will happen. I wouldn't be surprised if the Reader has a massive anxiety attack. She might even consider breaking up with him in order to spare herself the heartache of another separation because it would be 100x more painful than before. She's not a kid with a crush. She's a woman in love. The more time they spend together, the stronger her feelings get, which means she has a lot more to lose, so I could definitely see that triggering another fight-or-flight response.
2. If she hadn't betrayed Eddie, they would have absolutely remained friends during those two years. Yes, it is a long time, but Eddie is a very loyal person and he values his friends (because he doesn't have that many). This is something Eddie wishes he had told her when they were kids, but that would have meant putting himself out there and opening himself to potential hurt. At that point, Eddie wasn't 100% sure of the Reader's intentions (if she genuinely wanted to be his friend or if she had some kinda ulterior motive) and, like you said, two years is a long time. A lot could happen in two years. She could be fully embraced by the popular kids and not need him anymore. That uncertainly alone would make him hesitate. But yes, if Eddie had reassured her, if she hadn't betrayed him, they would have stayed friends and let their romantic relationship naturally develop over time. It would've been like this unspoken thing between them. They both would just know that eventually they'll start dating, and neither of them would be in any rush to get to the finish line. They'll be perfectly happy and content with their friendship and then take that next step when the time is right, which would probably be when the Reader's about 15.
And let me just say, Eddie would be SO FREAKIN EXCITED to have her in school with him again. If he has his license, he's picking her up and driving her to school. If he doesn't, he's gonna be waiting for her in front of the building (like she used to wait for him 🥺), ready to give her a private tour. He's been waiting two years for this day, so he's gonna do whatever he can to make it special.
3. You know, I was going to include a scene of all the boys trying to teach her D&D (and given how bad she is at the game, clearly none of their lessons sank in 😂), but there just wasn't enough content there. I imagine at first they would be super eager to teach someone their favorite game, but over time they would become increasingly frustrated with her for sure. Anyway, I don't know if I'm ever gonna write that scene, but I do have others planned that will showcase their relationship well enough. I could definitely see her having a special soft spot for Will. I think his passion for D&D would remind her of Eddie. Plus she would be intrigued by his artistic abilities and would commission him for random drawings of her and Eddie's D&D characters.
4. Yes, the similar openings for chapters one and nine were completely intentional. 😊 The initial plan was to have nine and ten be one chapter, so the final chapter would mirror the first chapter. It ended up being way too long, though, so I split it into two chapters. It kinda ruined the effect, but oh well. 🤷🏻‍♀️
5. Evelyn's family will definitely be in future updates. Her family is extremely important to her, so they're not going anywhere. 😉
And I'm not gonna lie, I'm completely Team Vic here. I love their relationship and I think he and Evelyn would be absolutely adorable together. HOWEVER, personal feelings aside, the reason Victor isn't listed as an official pairing is because, compared to the other two pairings, you're not gonna see much romance between Vic and Evelyn. At this point, Evelyn has already moved on. She's painfully, hopelessly, and foolishly in love with someone else. Vic knows this. He doesn't like it, but he respects it, and right now all he cares about is righting his wrongs and salvaging their friendship.
Whew, that was a lot, but it was really fun! Thank you for taking the time to write all these awesome questions. Hopefully I answered them well enough ❤️
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aphroditestummyrolls · 9 months
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3, 6, 8, 18, 19! <3
Hello friend ❤️
3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve ever written?
This is such a tough one. You’d think it would be easier, because I’m so hard on myself about my writing, but there are so many that I have a soft spot for.
Honorable mention has to go out to the To Be Human series and the Foundations series. Which I adore 🥹
BUT— the top spot has always been Gaining Heart. Closely followed now, by my most recent story. Keep You Safe’s later chapters still give me a lot of second thoughts, but I’m still so, so proud of it. It feels good to write again, and to feel certain that I’m going to finish something.
6. Are there any fics from others that you reread all the time?
GIRL(gnc) YES. Like, so so many. I really need to make an ultimate rec list across all my fandoms. In the meantime, these are some of my most recently read (and reread) faves
Six of Crows/wesper
you’re still a mystery by its_tortle
Take me away to some place real by Rivkah94
feverdreams by Jo_Rolle and Jurda Parem by D20_ofcrows— both inspirations for Keep Your Safe ❤️
Dinluke:
Mandalore at Night (Greetings From!) by BucketofWater
Oh the things we left behind by furiosophie
And of course, the ultimates:
Sparked Up Like a Book of Matches by Sena
4 Minute Window by speranza
You know I dreamed about you (before I saw you) by BeeLove
these fragments I have shored against my ruins by aprettyaway
8. What projects are you currently working on?
I’m figuring out how I want the epilogue/last chapter of Keep You Safe to go! There’s two alternatives that I’ve started.
I’m also outlining a few companion pieces for this most recent fic— one where Jan Van Eck tries to stop his son from testifying in his trial, and another where we finally find an antidote to the parem for our darling Jesper.
I also have a stack of WIPs a mile high, and I have not forgotten about them ❤️ but the hyperfixation wants what it wants.
18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve ever written in a fic?
I don’t know about ever, but I loved this little tiny description in chapter 4, between Jesper and his da:
He squeezed the back of his neck like a kitten, and it had an embarrassingly similar effect, leaving Jesper melting into his side.
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs
Small?? Have you met me??? (I don’t know where this is gonna go yet, but it’s one of the possible epilogue scenes. And also might end up it’s own thing. And might nottttt even end up being a thing, we’ll see!)
“—course you do,” Wylan was saying, “you all do.”
“Really? We all have songs?” Inej was sat beside him at the piano, watching the effortless melody lift through the air from under his fingers.
Nina twirled around when Matthias spun her, her skirts flaring out like flower petals. Her bare feet stumbled tipsily, sleepy and content. Her grin was wide. “What’s mine, then?”
“Romanenkova’s Polka.”
“Ravkan!” Tolya nodded, toasting Wylan from the arm of the sofa, “Excellent choice.”
“What’s all this about, then?” Jesper announced his presence, sweeping into the room with a smile. The soft skin behind his boyfriend's ear was begging to be kissed, and he stooped to greet him with a press of lips.
Flushed and warm, Wylan tipped his head back. Jesper could feel his smile rather than see it. He felt the purr in his throat as he dipped down to his pulse point, before burrowing his nose into the thick auburn curls for a minute.
Saints, he was lucky.
“Well, what’s going on besides our darling Inej sitting in my seat?”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled as she stood for him. “Your darling Wylan was just telling us that we all have songs in his head.”
Wylan shrugged as if it didn’t really matter. “There’s pieces that sound like you to me— when I see you, I think of them.”
“What’s Jesper’s then?”
Jesper could admit to a certain degree of self-centeredness— Tamar had practically taken the words right out of his mouth.
Wylan ducked his head, looking down at the black and white keys. There was a dimple in his cheek, and he turned an absolutely edible shade of pink all the way to his ears. He was so beautiful, sometimes Jesper could swear he heard music, too.
He bumped his shoulder with his own, sitting hip to hip on the piano bench.
“What’s mine?”
Thanks for playing! These questions are so detailed and fun ❤️
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haik0xx · 2 years
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“A New Day”
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Genshin Highschool Au
Gender of Reader : Gender neutral
Relationships : Xiao/Reader — Childe/Reader — Albedo/Reader — Hutao/Yanfei — Ayaka/Thoma — Yaemiko/Ei
a/n : Eh idk what to name this chapter + If you want a ship added just tell me !!
Chapter : 2
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Maybe a year ago you still would've hated the thought of switching schools again; after all it seemed so unfair. But now you felt relieved, relieved not having to deal with all those people staring, waiting to hear the worst.
The day passed quickly, and soon enough it was time to leave. You waved goodbye to all your classmates, promising yourself you'd see them tomorrow. They would probably all try to give you hugs, tell you how lucky you were, and ask you what you were going to do next. You wouldn't lie, you did wish you could tell them, but that would only lead to more questions and then more yelling and then even more anger. So instead you just smiled and said goodbye, hoping that they understood.
As you walked home, you started planning what you were going to do that night. Maybe you'd make dinner tonight? Or order pizza or something. That always worked when you were upset. It helped.
Before long you reached your apartment building. You grabbed your bag and unlocked the door, walking inside. There wasn't anybody in the hall, which was fine with you. There were fewer people out today, anyway.
After taking off your shoes, you headed into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. The smell of tomato sauce filled the air, and you hummed contentedly.
You glanced at your phone and frowned. 7:30pm. Well, at least that was an acceptable time for eating dinner.
About twenty minutes later, you put the finished dishes into the dishwasher and sat down at the small dining table with a book. You'd finished the last chapter about four chapters ago, but you couldn't help finding yourself rereading it, reliving old memories.
You' d been reading the same sentence for over ten minutes when the doorbell rang, startling you. Your first thought was that someone had changed their mind. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Coming!" you called out, getting up and making your way towards the door. Who would bother you at seven PM?
You swung open the door to reveal a slightly dishevelled Aether. You noticed, however, that he was holding a small box in front of him.
"Hey," he greeted.
Your heart jumped when he spoke to you like that, but that didn't surprise you in the least. Even though he tried, he couldn't quite keep his emotions off his face.
You opened the door wider, inviting him in.
"Thank you."
The two of you walked into the living room and set the box down on the coffee table. He took a seat on the couch.
"What is this?" you asked suspiciously, sitting opposite to him.
"Open it, Y/N," he urged gently.
Reluctantly, you picked up the lid. Inside were several items; a piece of paper, a pen, a key, a wallet, and… a photograph?
It was your mother. She was smiling widely, wearing a red dress, her arms wrapped around you and another man. You recognised him immediately; he was your father, standing next to a younger, happier, more beautiful woman in a wedding dress. The photo was taken years ago, probably around your third birthday.
"[Name]?" he questioned.
"Yeah," you mumbled, eyes still glued to the picture.
"Do you know her?"
You blinked and finally tore your gaze away from the photo, focusing on Aether. He was looking at you intently, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.
For a second, a small smile played across your lips. How nice it would feel to finally tell him.
Then you remembered you had no idea whether he really cared about you, or if he was simply using you.
"No," you replied softly, looking down at the photo again.
"Are you sure? Because-"
"Don't." You cut him off harshly. "She's dead. And I don't want to talk about it."
The smile vanished from your face as quickly as it had come, and you stood up and walked out of the room.
"[Name]?" Aether called after you, but you ignored him.
There was nothing else you could do now but sit by the fire and cry until your father returned.
You woke with a start when your phone alarm rang in your ear. Slowly you peeled yourself out of bed. The clock read 5:00am.
You shuffled out of bed, grabbed a pair of pyjamas from your suitcase, and dragged your feet back towards the bathroom. You showered, brushed your teeth, and put the rest of your clothes into your duffel bag. When you were done dressing you left your bedroom and headed down to the kitchen. There was a note laying on the counter. On it was written:
[Name],
I'm sorry to wake you early (or late) but I'm leaving now for work, and it'll be around 4:30am by the time I come home, so I'll try and get back before 6:00pm, but I don't think I can guarantee it. I've already arranged for my colleagues to look after you. Just please eat something and drink some water.
See you tonight.
Dad
You sighed to yourself and placed your hands in your pockets. He was acting completely weird, and it didn't take much for you to figure out why. This meant something big was about to happen.
You grabbed a bottle of water and a granola bar from the pantry and sat down at the table. You opened the granola bar. While chewing, you watched as the rain outside poured relentlessly against the glass windows. It reminded you of the stormy nights you used to spend alone. Sometimes you wished you lived with your father, then maybe you wouldn't have to deal with all this crap.
With a sigh, you threw the wrapper into the trash and got up to throw away the empty bottle. As you turned around, you saw a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye. You froze. Was it your imagination? Were you imagining things?
But then you saw it again. Another flash. And then another. And another. Soon there were dozens upon dozens of flashes, causing a blinding light to fill the apartment, flooding your vision.
Then everything faded to black.
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magdalenawho · 1 year
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A night dream of mine
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Right now I'm rereading everything I wrote last night and find it extremely ridiculous. It's funny that I've finally decided to start recording my thoughts, my night dreams and all the things happening in my life  that excite me a lot. You know, I used to think that my thoughts are not worth being recorded, like, who am I? What is so special about me and everything that is going on in my head? Everything has been mentioned before me and I'm not going to discover anything new for you. But then a funny fact struck my mind: if no one cares, it definitely takes all responsibility from me and broadens my horizons in the most beautiful way. So, here I am, writing down the first chapter of my diary, which, I hope, will turn into some kind of therapy for me. It's not even a chapter, a sort of introduction to a night dream of mine that I had last night. The dream that will give you an image of what kind of night dreams I usually have.
Well, it all started at my apartment. There was me, my husband, my sister, my gran and my mom. My father wasn't there for some reason. Maybe because we haven't been on good terms recently. Oh, and my sister was about 10 years old even though she is 21 now. That's funny, isn't it. I don't remember the reason why we had decided to gather but we were all having fun together, chatting, playing with our cat, Mr Peach. But I do remember that I'd never ever felt such a strong connection with all of them. Like, I was watching my little sister and I was going to cry, so sweet she was. It was as if I were one with all of them. I was so full of love and devotion that I wanted that moment last forever. And the very moment I thought about that, I found myself somewhere outside, in the night. It was a very beautiful starry night, I could even see a lot of constellations. But something made me anxious and desperate. I was looking at my house from the distance but I couldn't see my family there. The windows were dark. It was obvious that nobody was there. And then it struck my mind that I somehow ended up in limbo. My whole family now was not in the same dimension with me and there was no chance to see them again. More than that, I was totally alone in that limbo. There was not a soul in there. As soon as I realised that I burst into tears. I realised that I was going to spend my eternity at that place.And then, all if the sudden, I looked at the sky again and thought, how beautiful it was. I had never seen such a beautiful sky.
Some kind of a chair appeared next to me (everything is possible when you are in limbo), I took a sit and I just stared at the sky. I kept admiring it when another idea came to my mind: you've always been alone, even if you have a family and friends, the people who love you and care about you. You are born all alone and you die being alone too. You have to put up with the fact that in the end everyone leaves. Not because they stopped loving you, but because it's our destiny. You just need to take it as it is and value the moments of unity with your nearest and dearest, because one day you'll find yourself in limbo (or whatever you believe in), and the only companion for you will be you yourself. Understanding that may hurt right now but there's no need to be afraid of it, since when you find yourself in another dimension, your mindset will change to another level. I hope my confession didn't tire you. I want you to know how much I appreciate you reading this.
Love,
Magda
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What am I even supposed to do with all these exceeded expectations
#💟#Doodles#I came in with such a tempered head and was still utterly blindsided#I've cried quite a lot to Vargas lol it's one of the things I like about it so very much#But I have sobbed to exactly two chapters - Ch. 21 and now Ch. 34#Not coincidentally Ch.s 20 and 21 are my favourites for a very closely-tied reason lol#So it looks like I have some new favourites#Backing up a bit - I drew that first one when I saw there was an update lol#Very similar feels to the last update Vargas updates have me terrified in the best way lol#Second one was after glancing at the updated tags so very hype lol#And then finally sitting down to read! I always reread the last chapter before the update so get caught back up#And - I wish I was kidding - I cried just from rereading#Like so fast! Nothing had even happened in the chapter yet!! All my fondness just came bubbling back up from the past year it was too much#I was able to chill out enough to smile the entire way through Scriabin getting punched at least lol#Then to the update hhh#First of all - Devi's is an angel and I love her so much#I made my usual notes a good bit through 33 - not least of all screaming internally at ''Helix'' like fucking eviscerate me my gods#Excuse me while I just never get over that I am now forever changed#Y'ever just read something and Know that you're gonna think about it for approximately the next five years#And a tiny bit of levity between chapters lol 33 is my least favourite number but I might have to lay off ragging on it now#After a point I was just full in on reading - all my focus on being in that scene and that moment and just agh#At first I didn't believe him#But he said the words and honestly like#That's kinda everything#Hhhh and I didn't even talk about how I'm gonna have to rewrite like half of One Way Mirror because it was just all right there fjslafdf#My brain feels excellent and I'm still gonna have to recover lol
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randomshyperson · 3 years
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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year
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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.
Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.
Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.
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Part I - The First Year
Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.
Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.
"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table. 
"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.
"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.
"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.
"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.
" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."
You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.
Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.
"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.
"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.
When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.
" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.
"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.
//-//
Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.
Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.
"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."
"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."
"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.
"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.
"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.
After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.
"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.
You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.
You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.
"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."
"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.
"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.
"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."
"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"
"Hogwarts." 
"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."
You let out a surprised exclamation.
"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."
The girl lets out a short laugh.
"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."
You laugh lightly, agreeing.
"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.
You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.
//-//
Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.
Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.
Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.
After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.
"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.
"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun." 
He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.
"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."
"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.
The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.
"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.
"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful. 
When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.
"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."
"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.
Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.
After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.
//-//
July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.
You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.
You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.
When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.
You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.
Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.
So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.
"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.
Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.
Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.
"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile. 
"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.
"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.
"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.
"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.
"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."
"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.
//-//
The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.
Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.
Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.
"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.
You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.
"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn". 
"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.
"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.
Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.
When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you. 
"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.
"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."
"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"
"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."
"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.
When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.
He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."
The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.
"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away." 
She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."
The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.
It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.
"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.
"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.
You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.
"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.
"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."
"Quill"
"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.
"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.
//-//
The sorting hat was something exceptional.
Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.
The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.
When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.
" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."
"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.
"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."
"What are you seeing?"
"Your memories, dear."
"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.
"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."
"Oh, right."
Hat was silent a few moments. 
"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."
You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.
"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says.  "There's a willingness not to let them down."
"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.
"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.
You frown, not understanding what he is saying.
"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"
"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."
"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."
You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."
Hat lets out a sigh of relief.
"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."
It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.
"Hufflepuff"
//-//
Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.
"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."
After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled. 
Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms. 
"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.
You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.
"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."
Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.
//-//
You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.
"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."
"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.
"Wow, is that a tree?"
The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.
"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."
"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.
"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."
"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.
After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. 
You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.
//-//
Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.
The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way. 
Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.
There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.
Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both. 
You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.  
Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there.  He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently. 
" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again. 
"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.
"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please."  Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.
After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.
But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.
When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.
Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.
"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion. 
"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.
"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.
"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."
Your jaw dropped, impressed. 
"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.
"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.
"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.
"Peter Quill?"
"Yes."
"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.
When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.
"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"
"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.
"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"
"At your table or mine?"
Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.
"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.
"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"
"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.
"Will you sit with us, please?"
You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.
//-//
Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.
At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.
On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.
A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.
"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.
"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present. 
That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.
"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.
You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.
You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.
When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.
"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.
"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.
"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.
"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.
"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger. 
Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.
You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.
"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."
It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.
"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets.  "Come on Quill." 
Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.
//-//
The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.
When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.
You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.
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kythed · 3 years
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GWEN’S MUST-READS
(if you like haikyuu you have to read these at least once before you die)
how to paint the sun by @/voxamcris. I recently had this suggested to me, and yeah it changed my perception of atsumu! he’s written so beautifully broken here, and reader is just developed enough but not overly so. historical au! really great, really well-written.
patches of light by @/miyachondria. yuki (author of how to paint the sun) actually recommended this to me! and oh boy, it made me tear up, which almost never happens now. a twist on your typical forbidden love trope — so much yearning. I physically could NOT stop reading once I started! another historical au, done super tastefully. starring the miya twins.
diner dynamics by @/wackatoshi. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it many more times, but winter is MAGIC. I love everything she writes, so it was hard to just pick a few favorites. this one is a diner au with none other than futakuchi kenji! I fell head over heels for that sucker after reading this — the dialogue is the real star here!! you can taste the rivalry/attraction/hatred/affection through the screen.
under control by @/wackatoshi. again, winter does an excellent job of pacing a classic friends-to-lovers plot line. I really loved the extended metaphor, and it’s written from semi’s perspective, which was cool. really enjoyed his characterization! super sweet.
heartbreak highway last one by @/wackatoshi. the PROSE here is just,,, yeah, it’s awesome. it hurts so good, if you know what I mean. heartbreak never felt so nice.
in orbit by @/neonghxst. probably my favorite atsumu fic on here! I’m usually too impatient to read through a whole fic series, but I binged every chapter for ‘in orbit’ in one sitting! reader is a fully developed character, which I’m usually not a huge fan of, but el did it so tastefully! the character/relationship development had me stunned, honestly — it’s like experiencing an entire life in one fic. you can tell a lot of love went into the writing, too.
inflammable bridges by @/revasserium. another author I really admire! a true master of prose. honestly, the stuff rain writes is publishable. if she wrote a novel, I’d be first in line for a signed copy! this fic is another atsumu one, and it lends this delicious complexity to the idea of love changing as you change too. there is one (1) slightly nsfw reference (not explicit, but be warned if you’re sensitive to that).
finality by @/revasserium. so much YUM! fwb-to-lovers, I very much enjoyed seeing our dear hajime being a lovesick idiot here. a short read, but you get reader and iwa’s whole dynamic and it’s just very cute, please read.
soundtrack of the universe by @/revasserium! I fell in love with noya after this one! I find him really hard to write (and I suspect that’s why there are few fics for him), but this is super well done and paints him into such a pretty character! this fic is also such a mood booster — I reread this when I’m down and it always does the trick HAHA
scintilla by @/star-puff. newest addition to gwen’s fic faves! I couldn’t stop reading once I started — “scintilla” is a raw, tender love story between a girl who’s broken and a boy who’s learning to love her. mainly starring (a very well-characterized) sakusa, and a little sprinkle of atsumu. one of those fics that plucks you right out of this reality and plonks you into another one. I think I sat in silence for at least 15 minutes after finishing. that’s how good it was.
these are just my personal all time favorites! I have other recs under the tag gwensficrecs, so you can look there too! I might keep adding to this post too, because I’m sure there are others I just can’t remember 😭😭
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fate (jungkook x fem!reader)
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Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?
Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin
Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au
Words: 3.4k
Chapter 4/6 (1) (2) (3) (5)
WARNING: This chapter does mention sexual harassment. If this affects you, I advise you please not to read. Viewer’s discretion is advised.
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The next morning, you lay in bed as the sunlight dripped into your room. Your head was pounding from last night, and you felt a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. Why did Jungkook still have so much influence over you? You groaned on the pillow, covering yourself in the blankets. 
A knock on the door filled the room. You heard the door creak open to see Jimin holding a plate of pancakes. He gave you a sympathetic look as you were buried in your little cocoon.
"Are you planning to get up today?" He laughed at you, placing the plate on the edge of the bed. 
You shook your head, the smell of the pancakes hit your nose and suddenly your stomach was rumbling with hunger. You sat up in bed and reached over for the pancakes. You gave Jimin a thank you as he plopped himself beside you on the bed. You took a bite out of your pancake, fluffy as always. Not as tasty as Jungkook’s a voice shot from your thoughts. You immediately felt guilt rush through your body. Jimin had been nothing but good to you. 
"Do you want to talk about last night?" Jimin said calmly, bringing up the elephant in the room. 
You broke eye-contact with him as visions of last night flashed before you. Jungkook kissing you and Jimin confessing to you. It all seemed too much for you to handle. 
"I don’t think it would help me if I’m honest," you replied. 
Jimin nodded with understanding. You were grateful for him not pushing you. What was there not to like about Jimin? He was a gentleman, had a good job, was funny and patient. Why couldn’t you reciprocate his love for you? 
Jimin dropped his head to rest on your shoulder. A simple gesture that you used to think nothing about, but now your mind was running with thoughts. 
"How did you even meet a guy like him?"
Your eyes widen at his question. You couldn’t even remember the last time you thought about how your relationship with Jungkook started. It just seemed so long ago. 
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The noise of your friend’s car honking signalling that they were outside your house. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror while grabbing your school bag. You rushed outside your house to see all your friends in the car. Jumping in, you greeted all of them as you all made your way to school.
You and your friends were all gossiping and texting, catching up with the school drama you all missed. During high school, you were in the popular group of girls. Looks and reputation were most important to you during this time. You were always put together, was in the cheerleading group and studied hard in your classes.
"Hey, _______" your friend piped up, looking away from her phone, "I heard that jock guy you’ve been hanging around with wants to take you to prom!"
Your face immediately turned red at her words. Prom was coming up and you had your eyes on one guy. Yet he still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask you even though you were declining offers from other boys at your school. Your body was filled with a rush of adrenaline. Maybe today was the day he would finally ask you.
When you and your friends pulled up into the school’s car park, you all sat for a bit longer before the bell rang for classes to officially start. Suddenly, you heard the sound of an engine revving behind you. All your friends turned their heads to see a motorbike pulling up in the space beside you. With the driver having a helmet on, you couldn’t see the man's face, but you already knew who it was. 
Your friend scoffed, "Jeon Jungkook", as she watched the man get off his motorbike. 
"I heard he got arrested for drugs", another friend piped up, "He’s such a freak."
You nodded in agreement. "He's in my chemistry class," you said.
While you and he did not sit together in chemistry class, it didn’t stop you two both sharing glances at each other. You both were in opposite worlds. He was covered in tattoos and you worried about your hair and grades.  You never actually had a conversation with him. Besides, the occasionally sorry if you bumped into him or if you had to pair up with him for an experiment. He seemed quiet and reserved and didn’t want anything to do with the other students. His mysteriousness fascinated you, but you knew your friends would make fun of you if you ever confessed it to them. 
You sat in chemistry class bored. Your friend was not in class today, so you were sitting by yourself staring into space while the teacher talked away. Your mind went to the idea of your crush asking you to prom. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered away at the idea. You knew you were seeing him at lunch, so you were quite nervous as time passed.
"________ and Jungkook, you two can pair up as both your partners are absent today."
 You were pulled away from your thoughts by your teacher’s words. Hearing the sound of a chair moving and footsteps coming up behind you. You looked up to see Jungkook staring down at you. His face was expressionless as he sat down in the chair beside you. You gave a quick glance across his neck tattoos and silver rings on his long fingers.
As the teacher passed out the experiment sheet, you had the urge to actually have a conversation with him. You thought it was very irritating that Jungkook seemed to think he was above the rest of the students at school. Before you knew it, you turned your entire body to face him. 
"Hey"
Why are you talking to him? Nobody ever talks to him. Especially not the popular goody two shoes. 
"Hi", he responded dryly, raising his eyebrow at you. 
So enthusiastic you thought to yourself sarcastically.  He obviously had no intention of talking to you. 
"So, what part of the experiment do you want to do?" You suggested to him. 
Jungkook glanced down at the paper and shrugged. 
"It’s up to you."
You give him a glare and told him which parts of the experiments you two were doing. As you were preparing the chemical liquid, you made another attempt at making chat. 
"Are you going to the prom next month?"
"I don’t know, are you planning on asking me?" he shoot back at you. 
Your jaw almost dropped at his sly words. You looked away from his face and back to the experiment, reading the instructions so he couldn’t see the red in your face.
"You wish. Are you too cool to go to your school’s prom? " You sneered back at him.
Jungkook’s eyes turned to yours as his posture straightened up.
"Maybe I am too cool," he replied, "Or that prom is only fun for the popular group and everyone else just sits and watches, bored out of their mind."
"That isn’t true. What would you know about school? You hardly ever show up and when you do you never talk to anyone. "
"Well, I’m sorry I’m not in the popular group where the only thing I do is gossip and worry about my looks." Jungkook spat back at you.
You were frustrated that your attempt at a talk had now turned into an argument.
"You’re such a jerk Jungkook. I just wanted to have a conversation while we did this boring experiment. " You scoffed at him. You rested your chin on your palm, trying to breathe at a normal rate.
"It was a nice try, princess. But you and I are not the same and have nothing in common. Let us do this experiment and leave class so we never have to speak again. " He explained.
His word dug a sharp pain in your heart. He had no interest in talking to you at all. It was the first time you felt a sense of embarrassment for even trying. Why did he have to be so honest and blunt with you? You decided to take his words and you both carried on with the experiment in silence.
Near the end of class, you both finished up with the experiment and were now taking notes on it. You bit your lip and sneaked a glance over at Jungkook. He had finished writing the notes and was now staring at you.
"Why do you never talk to anyone?" You mumbled.
Jungkook gave you another look. He thought the conversation was over. His eyes darted around your perfect face and saw that his words hit you. He didn’t expect you to have such a strong reaction, he didn’t think you cared about what he thought.
"I would just rather be alone," he answered.
"But don’t you ever get lonely?"
Yes.
"No. Not at all. " He said blankly.
You opened your mouth to speak but the bell rang indicating it was lunch time. Your mind immediately turned to your crush. You shot up off your chair and quickly threw your stuff in your bag. You gave Jungkook one last look and said goodbye, quickly hurrying out of the class.
Jungkook rolled his eyes at how fast your emotions changed. He thought about how you genuinely wanted to talk to him and get to know him. He did not know why he was so defensive, maybe because no one had ever made an effort to talk to him. He threw his bag around his shoulder, ready to leave when he spotted something on the ground. His gaze landed on a pair of house keys. Assuming it must have been yours due to how quickly you left the room; it must have dropped out of your bag. He reached down and picked the metal key up, slipping it into his pockets. He better return it to you before lunch is finished.
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Meet me behind the school building.
You reread the text over and over again. You felt like you couldn’t breathe because of how excited you were. You quickly pulled out your pocket mirror and checked your makeup and hair. He was finally going to ask you to prom after dropping so many hints to him. You rushed to the back of the school building. It was always deserted and hidden, so it would just be you and him there.
You turned the corner and saw him standing there. You thought your heart was going to burst from joy. You walked over to him, fiddling with your fingers in nervousness.
"________!" The tall jock yelled at you as he saw you coming.
A wide grin spread across your face hearing him say your name. You gave a greeting to him and stood in front of him. He asked you how chemistry was, and you just said it was boring as usual. You wanted him to pop the question to you.
"So we have been talking for a while now," he began.
Your back immediately straightened up at his words. You buzzed with excitement. You nodded at his words.
"And I feel like we have been giving each other signals recently."
You nodded again in agreement. The tension was now building up in your stomach.
"So that's why I wanted to ask you…"
"Yes?" You spoke a little too quickly.
"Would you want to hook up with me after school in my car?"
Your face and heart immediately dropped.
"What?" was all you could say.
"Come on baby, I know you have been begging for it."
Your heart was shattering, and you couldn’t help but cringe at yourself. You turned your feet and walked away. You were so upset you couldn’t say anything to him.
“Where are you going?” He said catching up to you.
“Leave me alone now” You spat at him.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm, pushing you into a wall. You flinched at the pain of the rough brick wall hitting your back and the man’s huge body pressing up against you.
"Stop playing so hard to get _______." The boy whispered into your ear. "I promise I’ll make you feel so good."
His hands moved to your hips to hold you in place. All you could do was shake your head.
"No. Please. No "
As you felt his hand move under your shirt, the weight of his body was suddenly gone. Jungkook was throwing blunt punches at the boy's face before you could even comprehend what was going on. You stood in shock for a moment, watching blood come out of the man’s nose as Jungkook kept beating him with all his strength.
"I swear on my life, if you touch her again you are dead!" Jungkook bellowed in the man’s face.
Before Jungkook could land another punch on the man, you quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away.
"Leave him Jungkook, it is not worth it." You exclaimed at him.
Jungkook's gaze landed on yours, his chest was still heaving up and down in rage. He suddenly grabbed your hand and took you towards his motorcycle. He passed you the helmet and lifted you onto the seat. He still hadn’t spoken a word to you. He climbed on after you and started up the engine.  Your natural instinct was to wrap your hands around his waist as the bike started to move.
Jungkook drove out of the school. He kept driving straight until he came to a stop next to a fast-food restaurant's parking lot. As soon as he parked the motorbike, you took off your helmet and he climbed off the motorbike.
Before you could even say anything to him, Jungkook grabbed both your shoulders and stared into your eyes.
"Are you okay _____?" He asked, finally saying something.
"Jungkook I-"
"Are you okay?" he repeated more sternly.
"Yes." You nodded, answering him.
"Did he touch you?" he continued to ask. His face was covered in concern for you.
"No, he didn’t." You spoke.
You saw Jungkook breathe a sigh of relief. Who knows what Jungkook would have done to the guy if he actually had touched you. Jungkook let go of your shoulders and leaned on his bike. He stared down at the ground, his hair covering his face.
"I’m sorry that happened to you."
You gave a weak smile at his sincere words.
"And I am sorry I was such a dick to you this morning. I don’t know why I was. I was just so confused. " He explained.
Seeing this new side of Jungkook was unexpected to you. You didn’t know he could be so gentle and worried.
"It’s okay," you assured him.
"Do you mind if we start over again? Please? " Jungkook questioned, facing you.
"Sure thing, Jungkook" you said, giving a small laugh.
You both sat in silence for a while, staring into nothingness. Then a thought popped into your head.
"Why were you even going behind the school building in the first place?" You asked.
Jungkook’s smile appeared as he dug a hand into his pockets.
"I believe you dropped your keys," he said as he held up your house keys.
You both laughed as you shook your head with embarrassment.
"Then I guess I better owe you something." You said to him.
Your eyes landed on the fast-food place beside you.
"I’ll treat us to lunch!" You responded by tilting your head towards the burger joint.
You and Jungkook sat in the restaurant booth and talked until late in the day. Never before had you felt such a strong connection with someone as you did with Jungkook. You got to learn everything about him. His tattoos, his parents, his ambitions, and his opinions. You told him everything about yourself and your family, your college plans, and your future goals. He was paying close attention to you as you spoke. He admired the way your eyes sparkled, and your hands moved as you rambled on about school or your hobbies. Jungkook could sit and listen to you talk all day and never get sick of it.
When the fast-food restaurant finally closed for the night, Jungkook offered to drive you home, which you gladly accepted. You noticed the soft wind on your face and your hands around Jungkook as he and you drove home. It was comforting to be able to simply hold him. Jungkook wished the night could go on forever.
His bike pulled up beside your house, signalling the end of his journey. The only thing that made things visible to you were the streetlights. Jungkook helped you in getting off the bike by holding your hand. Your heart thumped a little faster than usual as a result of the gesture. You both stood silently facing each other. You were both adjusting to the fact that the night had come to an end. “Well, thanks for driving me home.” You said gratefully.
"No worries" Jungkook responded, tracing his tattoo on his arm.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked.
You nodded, "I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. "
Jungkook smiled with understanding.
"I guess I will see you tomorrow in chemistry." He spoke up.
He knew that this night would never happen again. Things will return to normal, and you will never speak to him again. He said so himself, you two were two very different people. You were thinking about it too.
"Okay, see you tomorrow." You uttered to him.
Jungkook climbed back on to the bike as you turned to walk away. However, you could only take one step forward as your body froze into place. You couldn’t just leave Jungkook without saying something to him, but what?
Suddenly, you spun around and marched back up to face Jungkook. Before he could open his mouth, you cupped his jaw with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It lasted for a second before you pulled away. Jungkook stood with his eyes wide and expressionless. You blushed in embarrassment and turned away again. Not until his hands grabbed your hips and made you face him.
"No, you don’t" he whispered before pressing his lips back onto yours. It was pure ecstasy, and your heart was pounding with happiness as he pulled you into him.
All of your high school days were spent with him after that. When your friend group began to disapprove of Jungkook, you gradually distanced yourself from them. You and he spent the majority of your time together studying, eating, and sleeping. Jungkook enjoyed taking you out to eat or surprising you with a trip to the amusement park on special occasions. Jungkook finally confessed his feelings for you and officially asked you to be his after your second date. He was so ecstatic that you had accepted that he spun you around in his arms, nearly making you dizzy.
Jungkook asked you to prom later in the year. Even if he didn't like the idea, he understood how much it meant to you. He was also fascinated by the prospect of seeing you in a breathtaking dress. He even dressed up and put on a black suit and tie. He was a gentleman, bringing you flowers and reminding you throughout the night how beautiful you were. It was during the slow dance that he finally told you he loved you. He was madly in love with you. There was no one else who was more suited to him. That night, you gave him your virginity, and he swore he'd never leave you.
The love you two shared was indescribable. Jungkook was yours, and you would be his for  forever.
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Jungkook sat in bed, reminiscing about you and him. He let you go despite the fact that you were his soulmate. As he remembered how you looked at Jimin, a small tear rolled down his cheek. He was all too familiar with the expression on your face.
He knew you would be happier without him. It was a thought that crushed him.
Perhaps it was time to let you go.
(Next Chapter) 
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Living Nightmare
Prologue: S.O.S.
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A/N: Hello, Hello! So I said not long ago that I wanted to write a series with the Tenth Doctor, so I did. Or rather I’m going to. Honestly, I’m putting this out here now so I have motivation to do so. Please give me feedback or comments or reblogs or literally anything that might go to say I’ve got a couple readers for this thing. I hope it turns out fine, I don’t know how long it will be. Let me know if anyone wants a tag as well, I’ll be happy to do so! Enjoy! 🥰
WC: 700 (it’s short bc it’s a prologue, I promise later chapters will be longer!)
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A scream rips through the air, thick and heavy and begging for life.
“Please! Help me!”
The young man cries out, turning corner after corner, looking for an exit while looking over his shoulder. His footsteps pound against the concrete below as another pair taunt him, just a turn behind him.
“Please! It’s gonna get me! Someone! Help! Help me!”
There was no one to hear his calls, no one to save him as his greatest fear gets closer and closer; so close he can feel its eyes on his back and he doesn’t dare turn around anymore.
“Help!” He screams in one last attempt before claws scratch at his back. He’s sent plummeting to the ground, writhing in pain and blood as he looks up into several pairs of red beating eyes.
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“Please. Help me. Please. It’s going to get me. Someone. Help. Help me. Help.” The Doctors eyes scan the scribbled message on his psychic paper before he holds it out to show you next to him.
You reread the words on it before furrowing your brows. “Who do you think it’s from?”
He looks between you and the paper before shoving it in his pocket. “You know, people always ask that and I never know until I get there.”
You have to hold back a fond eye roll as you knock his shoulder with yours and share a smile. You pluck the psychic paper out of his pocket and flick it open. “You should work on expression while reading.” He quirks an eye at you but you don’t see, too busy reading someone’s final words. “This poor person is dying and you sound like a student reading aloud to the class!”
The Doctor sputters, tugging his tie as he tries to counter your argument, only he doesn’t have one. “What does that even mean!” He gapes wide mouth at you and you hide a chuckle.
“It means, Doctor,” you come closer to him, pointing the paper in his direction. “That you.” You point the paper at him at the word, coming closer and closer with every next word, “Were. Boring.” You tap his chest with the paper this time, standing very close to him and sending a smirk up to him.
This time, the Doctor leaves his mouth open with the corners turned down and his eyes narrowed. “Boring?” He drags out the disgusting word. “Never, in all my years, has anyone called me boring.”
You bite back your smile. “Don’t fret on it Doctor.” You press the psychic paper against his chest and he brings a hand up to grab it, accidentally putting his hand on top of yours before you pull away and rush to the console. “We’ve got a person to save.”
He slowly joins you, tucking the paper away and setting the course for this mysterious dying person before he abruptly stops. “Boring?” He asks again and this time you offer him a sincere smile, one meant to show you weren’t being serious and thankfully, the Doctor accepted it.
You sit back on the chair as the Doctor turns back to the console. “So, where are we going?” You ask and peek your head over his shoulder as best you could from your spot to look at the TARDIS’ screen.
The Doctor helps out, moving the screen for the both of you to see the destination. “Earth. Your time, to be exact.”
Your body deflates. “Earth? Seriously, again?”
“What? Too boring for you?” He smirks and you swat his shoulder gently, rising a chuckle from him.
“No. I was just hoping for something maybe in a different galaxy or a even just a different time.” You cross your arms and put on a fake pout. The Doctor raises a brow and you give in, jumping out of your seat to help him fly. “Alright Doctor, let’s go save the day.”
He looks at you next to him, his soft smile brightening his face before you both turn away quickly. “Allonsy!” The Doctor shouts before the TARDIS takes off, racing right through time and space to Earth.
Right to where you didn’t know your nightmare awaited.
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Glimpses: Part 13 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)
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Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter
Summary: Just a casual catch-up.
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I don't even know what's happening with Kathryn anymore. Guess it's all going "downhill" from here. Don't get mad! It'll be better soon, I promise! ;)
Tag List: @danvers97 @zafirosreverie @srtamercurio @wanatag @pulledbythestars17 @plantowl @spacehahn
Playlist! :)
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A couple days pass before you get another sign of life from Kathryn. It's the weekend again and you are lying on your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Alex is talking away on FaceTime, currently ranting about something that happened at her workplace earlier this week. She always does that, lets people walk over her and then complains about it to you.
You are just about to sit up and shut her down to make her stand up for herself more as a mail comes in. For a moment, you are confused, as you have never read the mail address it is coming from before. Still, you immediately open it to read through, a move that doesn't go unnoticed by Alex, who has stopped talking by now. 
"What is it?" She asks, looking rather concerned.
You are unsure what to say and talk as you read the mail. "Hmmmmmm, OH. Oh it's from Kathryn! Oh this took me way too long. But, you know, if all those "a prince from god knows where wants to send you money"-mails I wasn't sure what to expect." Both of you laugh as you read on.
Just as always, Alex is the perfect example of a nosy neighbor. "What does it saaaay? Don't keep me in the dark, ma'am!", she says and grins into the camera. Nearly done reading, you look up and shoot her an annoyed look. As a joke, obviously, but really, Alex needs to calm down sometimes. You reread the mail and prepare to summarize it for the both of you.
Essentially, Kathryn is simply talking about how she had broken her phone on the way to Europe as they made their way through the airport and spent a couple days hunting down your e-mail address to reach out to you again. She doesn't have a new phone just yet, because she took it as a chance to dive into the script and prepare for the shooting, but feels like it's about time she updates and checks in on you. Furthermore, to really focus on the movie, she decided to not cope the numbers from her old phone just now. Instead, she got a completely new, empty phone and only handed out her number to a handful of people, so she can really be one with the project.
It takes a while for you to understand that this means you are special to her and she chose you out of (probably) a lot of people to stay in contact with. If it wasn't for Alex, you would probably fall into a hole now and over analyze if this means more or not, but she interrupts your train of thought, as always.
"Isn't that just SO Kathryn? Like, I can totally see her sitting there, choosing not to have a phone so she can read her scripts in peace and become her character. That's how passionate she is, ugh, I love her."
Usually, you would agree and say you love her, too, but as of lately you can't bring yourself to say these words out loud anymore, since they feel way too intimate considering the relationship you have formed with Kathryn over the last couple of weeks. So, instead of saying anything, you simply nod and read the mail again before typing the number she provided you with into your phone.
A part of you is very happy about the mail and Kathryn's update, but you have to admit that there is also a part of you that wishes she would've said something about missing you. You miss her,  mentally and physically. You miss her touch and her warmth and, thinking about it for a little too long, you miss what kissing her lips feels like. And you miss how her hair feels on your skin as she bends over you. If you're being honest, you simply miss everything about her.
Alex seems to sense your thoughts and breaks the silence. "You miss her, don't you?"
You don't want to think about it any deeper as you can feel some tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Instead, you just nod as you bite the inside of your lower lip, holding them back.
"You know, Y/N. You should tell her. I am really sure she misses you, too. Like, in THAT way. If you tell me everything that happens between the two of you at all times, then I'm pretty sure she is in love with you, too, you know?" "I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER!", you suddenly jump and get way louder than you meant to be. Or are you? Hell, you don't even know anymore. Fact is, Kathryn is gone and won't be back for a while and there is no way for you to change that and that is why you shouldn't dwell into those feelings because after all you'll just get hurt anyway.
You decide to shoot a quick message to the number Kathryn provided you with and let her know you read the mail and hope she is doing alright. Also you can't help but tell her how incredibly boring life is without her - could be seen as you telling her you miss her, but doesn't have to be read that way if she doesn't want it.
Alex finally rants about work a little longer before you decide to watch a movie together since it's getting late on her end and you usually spend your Sundays watching a movie or two, whenever both of you are available. 
It takes Kathryn until around noon the next day to answer your message and she seems rather stressed, as it simply reads "Let's catch up tonight! x", as if she didn't even get to finish typing it all out. Excited for the night, you plan out the rest of the day and secretly hope she will acknowledged any kind of feelings she might have in any way, so you can finally talk it all out. 
You're sitting outside in your mom's garden in between all of her flowers on a comfy garden bench as the call comes in and decide to take it with your computer that is placed on the garden table beside you. This way, you can sit and act more comfortably and can grab a blanket or pillow with your hands instead of holding onto your phone.
"Hiya Hon! I missed your face!" Kathryn speaks in excitement as her wide grin fills the screen. She is also taking the call with a computer, as she is just putting her phone away when she sees you.
You smile softly and a warm fuzzy feeling makes itself at home in your body. „Hey Kathryn.. you look beautiful tonight, as always.“
Kathryn blushes as a cheeky smile plays along her lips and makes herself comfortable on the couch that's placed next to the hotel room window. You can see the last couple of sunrays cradling her face as she leans back and the sun hits her features through the open window. She is wearing a white loose shirt and a thin golden necklace is resting around her neck. Her fingers caress the cold metal as she looks at you, softly biting the right side of her lover lip.
„How are you doing, Sweetie?“ she says and you don’t know what to reply. You want to tell her that you miss her - more than just physically -, you want to tell her that she is occupying your thoughts and dreams and that you want to be with her and how it crushes you that she isn’t with you right now. Yet, something is holding you back, because somehow, you feel like she needs to be the one to bring it up first.
Your breath hitches as she does. „I miss you, honey.“
Your heart is racing and you can feel it beating in your throat in anticipation of what she might say next. „I miss sitting with you and laughing, yeah, but I also really miss kissing you. I can’t believe we don’t get to do that for such a long time.“ She groans.
Yeah. That. Of course she misses that. You sink back into the couch, slightly disappointed, but at the same time - what did you expect?
She notices. „Is everything alright, Love?“ she seems worried.
„Yeah! I’m good. It’s just been a rough week and not being able to sit and, you know, spent time with you just seems wrong.“ You’re not lying.
She nods. „It does. You’re right.“
„I know.“ For a moment, both of you fall silent, caught up in your thoughts. Kathryn is still playing with her necklace, as she is lying on the couch in a very relaxed position with her foot propped up and, all of a sudden, looks absolutely heartbroken.
You can’t stand to see her like this and decide to change the topic. You sit up straight again. „So… HOW IS IT? Tell me all about it! The set, the project, YOUR COLLEAGUES and like… I know you can’t really tell me anything, but like… TELL ME EVERYTHING.“
Her laughter fills the room. You did it, you made both of you happy. „Alright, well. It seems to be a very suspenseful movie and the cast is just great. Lots of people my age but also a couple young ones that remind me of you,“ she winks. „I enjoy working here very much so far.“
Speaking about other people has your attention, so you decide to dig deeper. „So, they all treat you like the Queen you are.“
She waves it off. „Oh SHUSH. You are crazy. Although… you are not wrong, all of them treat me very well.“ 
A small smile plays around her lips and, for a moment, you wonder why, but she is already changing the topic. “We’re actually going out for dinner in the upcoming week. I am very excited. It’s gonna be just a couple of us, but, you know me, I love connecting with the others. Bouncing off ideas and all.”
You nod. You DO know her. “That sounds amazing Kathryn! I am beyond excited for you.”
In the distance, you can hear thunder and see the clouds getting darker. Looking back at her, you catch her yawning. “Hey you? It’s getting stormy out here," You look around you again. "I think there’s a storm coming.”
“OH NO.” She mumbles, before she yawns again.
“ALSO,” you try to get her attention back. “You, ma’am, seem to be pretty tired tonight.”
Forcefully keeping her eyes open, she scans your face. “NEVER. I am never tired. I always go to bed late.” She laughs.
“Kathryn…” you really don’t want to be a literal mom in front of her again, but she doesn’t actually leave you a choice.
“I KNOW, I know,” she laughs. “I had a night shoot last night and I think I can finally feel the aftermath.” She yawns again. This time, you yawn with her. “See, you’re tired, too, and I can actually hear AND see the storm approaching behind you. I need you to stay save and get inside.”
You nod, already grabbing the things you put on your table. “Don’t go silent on me again, yeah?”
“I promise I won’t.” She says and you believe her.
“Alright then, good night, K.” Kathryn smiles at the nickname.
“Sleep well, Y/N. And again, text me anytime, promise I'll be there as soon as I can.” And with that, all good byes are said and you immediately close your computer and storm inside after hanging up as the first raindrops hit you.
The storm is starting to get heavier and the incoming rain is now hitting the windows hard as the thunder rolls in - a perfect representation of your thoughts and feelings piling up inside of you.
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I am thankfully feeling much better than I was on Monday and back to my normal self!
Things have been really busy at work for the past two weeks, and next week is going to be chaotic too. :/ I've been hanging in there and getting all my tasks at both jobs done.
Derek and I watched Encanto last weekend, and I loved it. We're also three episodes into Arcane, and I have really been enjoying it!
I've also finished season four of The West Wing and started season five. I still love this show so much.
@broomchickabroom was kind enough to lend me Sabriel, by Garth Nix, and omg, I am obsessed with this series now. I finished Sabriel on Monday and am 100 pages into the sequel, Lirael. The worldbuilding, the characters, the specific brand of fantasy, the quality of the writing - I am very into it!
I haven't read a hard copy book in about six months, since I usually listen to audiobooks while I run or walk. I absolutely love how immersive audiobooks are, but it's been nice to sit down with a hard copy book.
I am almost done with The Burning God, the final book in the Poppy War trilogy by RF Kuang. I've been listening to these books since fall, and this is truly one of my favorite stories/series I've read. I'm going to miss it a lot when I'm done. I think I'm going to listen to Iron Widow and Jade City next, while still working through the First Law trilogy. (I'm more than halfway through book two, Before They Are Hanged.)
I finished writing the sixth and final chapter of my blind!Roy fic, though I still want to do a reread of the chapter and add in any revisions before I send it to my beta reader. I'm excited to share the final chapter of a fic that has been very close to my heart!
I feel safe in saying that this is the last chaptered fic I'm going to write for a long time. I've written five chaptered fics in two years, with one of those being 27 chapters and 324k words. It's taken a lot out of me, even though I've enjoyed the process and learned from every story. It's been so nice to take a writing break since I finished the blind!Roy fic, and it's going to be great to go back to writing fun no-stakes oneshots.
I made pad thai for the first time earlier this week, and it turned out so well!! Tamarind paste was such a good ingredient in the sauce for the noodles. I'm also making panang curry again tonight, and I have kaffir lime leaves this time, which I think will add a lot to the flavor.
Homemade tea lattes in the morning have been getting me through my winter days. I alternate between a vanilla almond black tea from Nelson's on my running days, and H&S decaf chocolate black tea on my other days. Mulled plum cider and sweet cinnamon orange are perfect in the evenings. ❤️
I'm still loving the Freakonomics podcast! It's often wind chill of zero or subzero temperatures when I get out in the mornings, but listening to Freakonomics in the car is something I always enjoy.
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