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Date Me | Oneshot Fluffy College AU Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3,700~

Summary: Anakin was determined to get his professor to date him by putting "Me" in the date line of his exams.

This plot bunny idea was all due to Magnusbae's post about a college AU Obikin that would not leave me alone. Many thanks to Ineffableobikin for betaing and making it a lot better! This is the first fanfic I have written since 2015. I hope you will enjoy it!

*****

Why the kriff do I need to take history if I am a mechanical engineering major?

This was the thought going through Anakin's head as he sat in the back of the lecture hall, a bored and disgruntled expression gracing his handsome face. He glanced over at Padme next to him. Normally she'd sit in the front, but she was sitting in the back with him out of loyalty. She was poised and ready with her opened laptop and notebook with her favourite pen. Her posture was straight and perfect; Anakin was the opposite, as he slouched in his seat, with the laptop on the desk still closed. His notebook was at least opened, and he'd dug out one of those cheap pens that barely write.

"The least you could do is smile, Ani. Your expression could scare off a ghost at this point."

"Come on, Padme, you know I don't care for history!"

"And literature, and biology, and--"

"Hush," Anakin said, finally grinning. "I proudly admit that I don't care for subjects outside my major."

Padme giggled. "Yes, we all know you'd rather fiddle around with droids and other machines, but at least Professor Kenobi is excellent from what I hear. One of the best here at Coruscant University."

"Hmm. You say that about every professor, though. And may I just say that Professor Mace Windu from the last term was not excellent."

"Well, if you hadn't been tardy all the time--"

"Not my fault his class was at ass o'clock!"

"But you also did argue with him in our discussions. Rather aggressively," Padme continued, rolling her eyes in fondness. "I know he encouraged participation and healthy debates, but you didn't have to antagonise him about everything."

Anakin scowled. Before he could respond, the door near the front opened and in walked Professor Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Anakin's breath immediately hitched. He quickly sat up, and his mouth opened slightly as he took in their professor.

Kriffing hell. He's hot, he's hot, he's super hot!

Professor Kenobi was tall -- not as tall as him -- but tall enough. He wore a white button-up shirt under a soft-looking grey cardigan with a pair of chinos and loafers. His copper-coloured hair was styled with a side part, and his beard was neatly trimmed. Anakin would never consider such a boring style for himself, but on Professor Kenobi, it was absolutely perfect.

"Hey," Padme hissed softly and elbowed his side. "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies."

Anakin quickly closed his mouth, and he listened to his professor introduce himself. Later, had Padme asked, he would not have remembered a single thing that was said. What he did remember was that heavenly voice with the amazing Coruscanti accent. That voice soothed his soul, and all he could think was just how it would sound and feel if Professor Kenobi was whispering such pretty phrases right into his ear.

He watched Professor Kenobi's demeanour -- so posh but also warm and inviting. The way he patiently explained the topic and answered the students' questions warmed him. His intelligence shone through, and Anakin actually found himself wondering what would happen if he were to have a healthy debate with him. Would it be intellectually stimulating, or would it be a frustrating bantha poodoo of a yelling match like with that evil Windu? Anakin hoped for the first option. Professor Kenobi was already a million times better than Windu.

Anakin never believed in love at first sight -- but he believed in it now. He was stupidly smitten with his history professor.

*****

"Ani, you want my history class notes?"

Anakin nodded with a sheepish grin. "Please? I'll make it up to you, and I swear, I'll pay more attention in the next class."

"Did Skyguy fall asleep in class again?" Ashoka asked, reaching over to steal a roll off of Anakin's plate.

"Snips! Get your own food!"

Padme ignored their usual shenanigans and slowly ate her food before answering Ahsoka. "He's head over heels with our history professor."

Ahsoka's eyes went wide. "Huh -- Professor Kenobi?" Then she grinned slowly. "Well, he is quite easy on the eyes, if you like them more . . . distinguished?"

"Old, Ashoka. You can say it," Rex interjected.

"He's not that old!" Anakin said with a groan. "Maybe he's about ten years . . . older than us?"

"Old or not, Ani, just know that I will not be giving you my notes all the time. I'm not your secretary!" Padme handed over her notes, all colour-coded and organised.

"Yes, ma'am!" Anakin took the notes and vowed to ace the course so he could get Professor Kenobi's -- no, Obi-Wan's attention.

*****

Starting from the next class, Anakin chose to sit at the front. Not only did that please Padme, but it allowed him to be closer to Obi-Wan. He purposely chose the seat that was directly across from Obi-Wan's desk, and it allowed him to pretend they were sitting together like on a date. The closer proximity excited him, and he looked forward to every class just for that.

Several things about Obi-Wan caught his eyes, such as the way he would run his hand through his beard when in deep thought, the way his beautiful grey-blue eyes sparkled as he told the class about a topic he loved, the way he carried himself with confidence and ease that just oozed sexiness.

Every class, Anakin just fell more and more in love with him.

History, on the other hand, still bored the kark out of him. He adored listening to Obi-Wan's melodious voice, but all the facts, dates, and other tedious information went over his head. Still, he tried to pay attention, and he worked his arse off with their assignments.

History, though, was the least of his worries. Amongst his friends, they may jokingly call him The Hero With No Fear, but Anakin was scared and clueless on how to get Obi-Wan's attention and to start "wooing" him as Rex called it. Anakin had never dated anyone. He'd been happy enough with a romance-free lifestyle as he tinkered with his droids and focused on other geeky hobbies. Obviously, that was no longer the case, but he had no idea how to take the first step.

He asked Padme for advice, and she said, "Why don't you actually try to get into history and ask him some questions after class to start up a discussion?"

Anakin pulled a face. "I'm already struggling to retain just what he covers in class. I'm reaching my limits with this subject!"

"You could just ask him out to coffee?"

". . . That just sounds like it will come out of nowhere."

Padme sighed. "Well, you'll figure something out. You've got that mechanical mind. Use it to find a solution."

The ideas he got from Ahsoka and Rex were ones he'd only consider if Tatooine froze over and all the sand on that dust ball was turned into real diamonds. The less said about those suggestions, the better.

It was during their first history exam that Anakin had a moment of genius. He stared at the top where it said "Date:________". And instead of writing the actual date, he wrote "Me".

This is perfect! It's not over the top like some of those insane ideas Snips and Rex suggested, and this doesn't involve me having to think of history topics to engage him in a long discussion -- this will do!

With an excited grin, Anakin finished the exam and looked forward to their next class.

*****

During lunch with his friends, Padme brought up his happiness from earlier. "Was it my imagination, or were you actually grinning like a loon during our history exam?"

"Oh! Skyguy finally loves history and not just the professor?" Ahsoka exclaimed with a knowing grin. She elbowed Rex in his side and continued, "Think he's actually using our ideas on how to woo him?"

"Like hell, 'Soka!" Anakin managed to blush and look slightly squeamish. "I'd rather bathe in sand than consider some of those ideas."

"Were our ideas that bad?" Rex asked with a deadpan expression. "I thought our ideas would work. If anything, they'd certainly make a lasting impression."

"Nah, he's just a prude," Ahsoka stated firmly. "When it comes to dating and flirting and all those romantic things, he's more of an old man from ancient times, doing the whole courtship thing with flowers and candle-lit dinners."

Padme laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that, actually, but really, Ani, what did you do?"

Anakin glared at Ahsoka before answering, "I just put "Me" in the date line." And he saw all three pairs of eyes stare at him in various levels of surprise.

It was Padme who finally broke the silence. "Next class will certainly be interesting."

Ahsoka and Rex nodded together and said, "Keep us posted!"

*****

"Mr Skywalker, please see me after class," was what Obi-Wan said to him while putting his exam in front of him. Anakin didn't even look at the paper; his attention was completely on Obi-Wan's face. It was fleeting, but Anakin caught the slight frown and the confused look in Obi-wan's eyes.

Anakin's insides churned unpleasantly, but he shoved those feelings of dread aside. He had to pay attention. He was also curious as to what he'd received on his exam, so he looked at his score and grinned. A ninety-two was not bad at all considering that his last history exam score had been a dismal fifty-five.

But worries began to bubble to the surface again as he wondered what Obi-Wan would do after class. Would he yell? Would he be disgusted? Would he tell Anakin to get out of his class? Anakin chewed on his lip as his brain spiralled all over the place.

Padme's soft touch on his hand drew him out of the whirlwind, and he saw her worried expression. Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and mouthed, "I'm fine," and showed her his exam score. She blinked and then beamed while giving him a thumbs up. Anakin glanced at her exam and saw the one hundred, and he was not surprised at all. He also gave her a thumbs up.

They both returned their minds to their history class when Cody, Obi-Wan's teaching assistant, started the slideshow for today's lecture. Anakin forced himself to pay attention, knowing he would face the music shortly.

*****

Everyone left the lecture hall, and Anakin found himself alone with Obi-Wan. Anakin remained in his seat, and Obi-Wan stood and leaned against his desk across from Anakin. They both stared at each other, one with dread and stars in his eyes, and the other with confusion and curiosity.

Anakin broke the silence. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Obi-Wan waved his hand at the exam paper still on Anakin's desk. "You wrote something . . . unexpected . . . on your exam."

"What -- the 'me' in the date line?" Anakin asked, suddenly feeling brash. "It was real."

Kriff me. Could I sound any more idiotic than just now?!

Anakin forced himself not to cringe, forced himself to look as relaxed as possible. He also told himself to not look stupidly eager. He didn't need to look pathetically needy.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, but he didn't say anything for a long while. So long that Anakin started fidgeting and he was about to say something when Obi-Wan finally asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Anakin echoed back in confusion. "Why what?"

"Why did you put 'Me'?"

Anakin blinked. "Because I want you to?"

"To . . . ?"

" . . . Date me?" Anakin stood up from his chair. "I want you to date me, prof -- Obi-Wan. I like you."

A frown appeared on Obi-Wan's handsome face. Obi-Wan crossed his arms before replying, "No need to prolong this farce, Mr Skywalker."

"Sorry . . . ?"

"You don't need to continue this joke," Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin looked at him with a stunned expression. "This is not a joke."

" . . . This is also not exactly appropriate since you are currently my student."

"I can wait until this term is over. I'd be happy to wait!" Anakin tried hard to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he was sure he didn't succeed.

"That's enough, Mr Skywalker. You may leave now."

*****

"He thought this was all a joke. Kriffing hell!" Anakin dropped his head on his arms and groaned loudly. "Why would he think it's a joke? I even confessed to him!"

"Hate to say it, but maybe you should have borrowed some of our ideas?" Rex said while he patted Anakin's back.

"Hell no!" Anakin exclaimed. "Don't even go there! I had no idea you and Ahsoka combined would come up with such super traumatising ideas!"

"Your loss, Skyguy," Ahsoka said, shrugging. "Don't tell me you're giving up already?"

Anakin lifted his head up and stared at his friends determinedly. "No, I will not give up."

"That's the spirit, Ani. What will you do next?" Padme asked.

"Let me think."

*****

Anakin's next idea was to write "Me" on the date line again on their next exam.

Cody wasn't there -- he was in another office grading some other things for Obi-Wan -- so Anakin dropped off his exam directly with Obi-Wan. He lingered as he watched Obi-Wan take his exam. He heard Obi-Wan's breath catch, and he met Obi-Wan's eyes, which were full of confusion. He leaned down slightly and whispered, "Not a joke."

To his immense disappointment, Obi-Wan didn't ask him to stay after their next class. That didn't deter him. If anything, it strengthened his resolve. Anakin did the same thing on the next exam, and he again leaned down as he turned it in, a bit closer this time, and said quietly, "Still not a joke."

Obi-Wan's eyes this time didn't look confused. Instead, Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side and gave him a slight smile and said, "Thank you, Mr Skywalker."

Like the last time, Obi-Wan didn't keep him behind after class. But Anakin felt like it was going somewhere.

"I think I'm winning him over," he told Padme.

"What makes you think that?"

"Last time he actually smiled and thanked me!"

" . . . But that wasn't really a smile. I saw it. It was very slight."

"Well, he couldn't beam at me like a loon," Anakin said matter-of-factly. "He's not the showy type."

Padme nodded. "That is true."

"I'm telling you -- I think I'll win him over." Anakin entered the cafeteria and looked for Rex and Ahsoka. "I'm trying to be patient. You know that's not my strong suit."

"Do I ever. I'm amazed by your patience, actually. Who are you? Did you get swapped out with a shapeshifter?"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "So dramatic! Why are we friends again?" Padme giggled at that statement, and they changed their focus to lunch.

*****

On the next exam, Anakin changed things up slightly. On the date line, he wrote, "Me please".

Anakin figured some politeness may help win him over. After all, it never hurts to say "please".

When Anakin handed in his exam, Obi-Wan's gaze immediately strayed to the top, and he raised an eyebrow at the slight change. Obi-Wan looked up into Anakin's eyes. Smirking a bit to hide his nervousness, Anakin leaned down even closer and whispered, "Still not joking. Please know that I am serious."

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, and Anakin could see a slight flush on Obi-Wan's cheek.

Score! Looks like I'm slowly but surely making progress! With that thought, it took every ounce of Anakin's control to not pounce on him like a loth cat. Anakin could only hope that with a few weeks left in the term, he would convince Obi-Wan to go on a date. He was not going to give up when he could sense victory was so near.

*****

"Mr Skywalker, please stay behind."

Anakin's heart beat sped up when he heard the request. He looked up at Obi-Wan in surprise. There hadn't been an exam the previous week. He remained in his seat while everyone else left. As he watched, Obi-Wan rummaged through his desk and pulled out a book.

"This is for you. I ran into Professor Windu, and he mentioned to me that you're a mechanical engineering major."

Anakin's eyes bugged out. "How did Windu know that?!"

"Professor Windu, Mr Skywalker."

"Sorry," Anakin said, not really sorry. "I mean Professor Windu."

"Anyway," Obi-Wan continued and handed the book to Anakin. "This is a book I figured may be your cup of tea. It focuses on how mechanical engineering affected and changed history at multiple points."

"Oh!" Anakin breathed out softly. "I . . . this sounds like it is definitely up my alley. Thank you for thinking of me." He accepted the book gently, and he briefly flipped through it with an awed expression.

Anakin looked up to see Obi-Wan giving him a gentle smile. "You're welcome, Anakin."

Anakin. Obi-Wan calling him by his first name was a much better gift than the book. With a huge smile, Anakin said, "See you next time."

*****

"He gave me a book. And, and! He called me 'Anakin'. Sith's hell, I think I am winning him over!"

His three best friends all looked at him with varying levels of disbelief.

"I still cannot believe your method is working," Ahsoka said before stuffing herself with another stolen roll from Anakin's plate.

"It's a shame he didn't need to use our ideas," Rex complained with a grin.

"I hope this doesn't mean I'll have both of them mooning over each other in history class. Thank goodness the term is coming to an end soon!" Padme said over a huge stack of books.

"And I call you three my best friends? Geez, thanks," Anakin said sarcastically. "Remind me to keep you all in the dark from now on."

Ashoka laughed loudly, nearly spitting out her food. "Nah, we know you -- you'll be over the moon and will overshare everything with us. Can't wait for the sexy bits!"

*****

On the final exam day, Anakin was nervous. Not about the actual exam, which hadn't been difficult for him. He had studied the material, so he was confident he'd get a good grade. No, what he was nervous about was what he had put on the date line. He had written, "Me please, coffee later?"

He had a good feeling about Obi-Wan accepting, but a part of him still felt nervous. What if Obi-Wan had changed his mind? What if Obi-Wan was just being nice? What if Anakin had read all the signs incorrectly and now he was just making a fool of himself?

Anakin was really trying hard not to work himself into a tizzy. He had to calm down and hope for the best. Taking a deep breath, he took his exam up to Obi-Wan. This time he didn't linger, but instead he made a quick exit. All his insecurities were piling up inside of him, and he needed to escape somewhere to calm himself.

The only place he could think of that would calm him down were the flight simulator rooms. He headed to that section of the campus, and he was relieved to find them empty. Just before he could enter one of the rooms, he heard someone calling for him.

"Ah, young Anakin! It has been a while!"

Anakin looked and saw that it was Professor Plo Koon, who was a kind of mentor to him. The two of them had bonded over a love of flying and similar inclinations with mechanical engineering. He forced a smile and said, "Hello, Professor. Good to see you."

"Is everything okay? You don't seem like your usual self." Anakin allowed Plo to lead them into one of the rooms. They took a seat, and Plo continued, "What's the matter, Anakin?"

"I'm not sure if I can talk about it, sir," Anakin said gloomily.

"Is it a matter of the heart?" Anakin winced at the question, and Plo gave him a gentle smile. "Ah, I was right. I will not press, but let me tell you one thing that a wise man once told me. 'Do or do not; there is no try'."

Anakin stared at him and then chuckled. "I see Dean Yoda has rubbed off on you."

"You cannot deny that it is a wise advice."

Anakin laughed some more. He already felt a bit more relaxed. Plo had a calming presence that never failed to soothe him. "Thanks, sir. I feel better."

"Excellent, my friend. Now, how about a few rounds in the simulator? Best two out of three?"

*****

Two days later, Anakin found himself outside of Obi-Wan's office. He fidgeted for a few minutes as he stared at the closed door. He knew Obi-Wan was in there because he could hear soft jazz music coming through the door. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!"

Come on, Skywalker. You can do this. Grow some kriffing balls!

Anakin breathed deeply once more and he opened the door.

"Hello, Obi-Wan."

"Hello there, Anakin."

Anakin saw Obi-Wan at his desk, stacks of paper all around him. Anakin glanced at the stacks before asking, "Isn't Cody supposed to help you with all this?"

"He came down with the flu," Obi-Wan explained and gestured at the stacks. "Thankfully, despite what you see here, I am almost done."

Anakin came around to the side of the desk. Before he could lose his nerve, he quickly blurted out, "Could we grab some coffee later tonight?"

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a soft smile. "Still not a joke?"

"Never. Not a joke, Obi-Wan. I wanted to do this sooner, but thought it would be better to wait until the term was over. I also finally finished that book you gave me, and I would love to talk about it with you since I found some of the items in there fascinating. Plus, I want to get to know you more, know you outside of school, so please--"

"Anakin."

Anakin knew he'd been rambling and was glad that Obi-Wan cut him off. He looked deep into Obi-Wan's eyes. He saw mirth and . . . fondness? Hope began to grow in him. "Yes?"

"Dear one, yes, we can go have coffee tonight. As a matter of fact, I wanted to take you to Dex's Diner -- it's my favourite place to eat, if you haven't been."

"Y-yes!" Anakin stammered out. "What time and where?"

"Seven in front of the university's main gate? I can drive us to Dex's."

Slowly, a huge smile appeared on Anakin's face. "Great! I can't wait!"

Obi-Wan reached out to hold Anakin's hand and he squeezed gently, and that sent a jolt of electricity up Anakin's arm. Anakin squeezed back as Obi-Wan said, "Then it's a date."

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50978791

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authortobenamedlater · 10 months

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Ok, tough question what are some things you liked about the Halo Paramount series and things did you dislike? For me, the likes were Soren and Silver team and that's it. Everything else I hated.

(Whew, finally can post this.)

Not a tough question, but a long answer. Get comfy.

I’m going to preface all this by saying I came to the show knowing almost nothing, despite my husband @mrtobenamedlater being a Halo fanboy from wayback. I wasn’t even planning on watching the show until he hauled me into the living room in a fan-panic looking for an objective opinion about the premiere. If I’d played the games prior to the show (that’s a story Mr tells better than I do), I’m sure my assessment would be different.

But I did not, so my assessment is as follows.

The big thing I liked, and really the biggest thing that kept me coming back, is I always wanted to know where the show was going. Even when it was iffy or just bad, even when I was afraid it would go somewhere I didn’t like, I still HAD to know. A little well-done suspense goes a long way.

This one is very subjective, but the show is beautiful. The outdoor shots of Reach may be CG but they’re lovely. I used to live in Alaska and Mr will attest to my longing sighs at every outdoor FLEETCOM shot 😂 The backlit scene Chief fighting the Elite(?) on Eridanus? Sometimes I watch it just because it’s pretty. I could go on and on, but the cinematography and costuming and everything visual is JUST SO LOVELY.

Sort of related to these, what’s that verse about love covering a multitude of sins? It’s clear the people making the show loved what they were making (please, nobody hit me about disrespect for the source material, I’m talking about love for the show itself). You can say whatever you want about Wrong John Silver as @ladyknightskye calls him but Pablo Schreiber put his entire being into that role. Honestly he and Natascha McElhone carried the first half of the season on sheer talent. Even when the writing and pacing and such faltered, the show never felt lazy. I never felt like it wasn’t trying. When they struck out, they struck out swinging. For me, that does cover a lot of any show’s failings.

Soren was definitely a high point for me! I loved him and I want more of him! I have several fanfic ideas about him, almost all of which I haven’t written yet. He has some great potential to be a foil for John.

All the characters made me care about them. I was interested in everyone on the show, even if I didn’t really like them.

This is one I didn’t really latch on to until Mr and I played through the MCC, but I did like TV Halsey and how she went in such a different direction from game Halsey. I have SO many headcanons and theories I won’t bother with here unless someone wants them. This post is long enough as it is.

Speaking of fanfic, the show IS a fanfic generating machine. There are so many gaps to fill in and unfinished-as-yet plot threads to explore. This seems to be a pattern with me and Halo generally 😆 I’m not sure if that means I like the show or the plot bunnies it gave me but there it is.

The show talks about the insurrection. I know I’ve talked about this before so I won’t go into it too much here, but it’s a head-scratcher to me that insurrectionists get so little attention in the game world (from what I know which is admittedly not a whole lot) when they are the whole reason for the Spartan program. I like that the show puts some emphasis on this part of the universe.

I have issues with how the show handled Makee, some of which I’ll talk about later, but she ended up being one of the most interesting parts of the show for me. Again, I have lots of theories I won’t expound on here. But I thought her character was kind of pointless early on and she won me over.

This has nothing to do with the show itself and everything to do with me, but it’s still a reason. When Halo was running, Mr and I were in the middle of moving out of Alaska. I was barely seven months postpartum with our second and the whole thing was just completely awful. Sometimes Halo was the only thing I had to look forward to every week. It was the only thing Mr and I could talk about that wasn’t stressful. Maybe that’s dramatic but it really did give us some much needed joy when there wasn’t a whole lot to be found elsewhere. It will always have a special place for me, for that reason.

Now on to the bad:

I won’t elaborate on the sex scene because I spilled so much virtual ink over that and wrote a sort-of fix-it fic and a sort-of let’s make it even worse fic.

Makee’s ending…but I have many a theory about that, so I may not really hate it depending on what happens.

The bizarre nude scenes. John’s and Kai’s at least served a purpose. Kai’s was even pretty tasteful as these things go. But that scene of Vinsher parading naked in front of his hired gun? Weird. Just weird.

The Master Cheeks scene did get everyone to stop talking about the helmet in a hurry, though, which I suspect was the idea.

I didn’t know this at the time but the lack of original Halo music hurt a lot. There were legal issues at play so I won’t hold the show entirely responsible for this, but as I have said before, the Halo 3 warthog speedrun music would have been awesome during the fight on Eridanus.

I didn't dislike Kwan herself, but I did dislike that the show had no idea what to do with her until E7. I hope she comes into her own a little more next season.

The helmet scene. Maybe it had to happen at some point but the way they did it was rushed and felt like “this is gonna make everyone mad so let’s get it over with ASAP.”

The show didn’t have enough fun. The main character is a broody introvert who now has a supercomputer living in his head talking at him 24/7. This is a comedy GOLD MINE. And they did so little with it. There could have been an entire episode of that time jump between episodes 4 and 5 while Halsey was basically building a city on Eridanus. An entire episode of John and Cortana being frenemies.

(Yes, I plan to write about this.)

That ties into my last point.

This is less the show's fault and more the fault of the times, but there was way too much story for nine sub-60 minute episodes. A lot of the show's problems could have been resolved if they'd had even 12 episodes to tell the same story. Like, I love writing fanfic and all, but the show should tie up SOME plot threads.

If you read to the end of this small novel, kudos. I reserve the right to self-reblog if I think of anything else.

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villanevehaus · 11 months

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4, 11, 19, 92, 94 👀 for the writer asks

oh my god ozzy hitting me w the ask-meme-beam tysm

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

god probably strip club au. eve is a former dancer now turned bartender and club owner. vil takes up dancing and gets insane tips on the main stage but horrible ones for private dances bc she really only dances for one person. eve teaches her how to loosen up, move your legs like that, arch your back like this, there you go. eve doesnt dance anymore until someone asks for a doubles dance w her and vil and she'd be stupid to turn that much money down. im gonna touch your tits for the customer, kiss me for the customer, grind on my thigh for the customer- it's not for the customer if its in eve's office, the dressing room, a cab. i look after my girls, i don't want to be one of your girls, eve, i want to be your girl.

bonus answer: i cannot have more wips happening at the same time than i already do!!!

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

i research way more than i need to but its so fun!!! NYC subway tokens used to have a Y cut out of the middle of them but they often got so full of pocket lint it would clog the machines up so they made em solid!!! certain types of snake venom essentially liquefies skeletal muscle tissues, pulls it into the bloodstream, and then the semi-solid material clogs your kidneys and kills you!!!

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

written on the body by jeanette winterson, sharp objects by gillian flynn, annihilation by jeff vandermeer, a wall in the woods by bill bryson

92. first, second, or third person?

almost exclusively third, save for inner monologue stuff

94. do you prefer dialogue or description?

i enjoy both but i am hopelessly in love with writing dialogue

ask game for fanfic writers

#asks #ask games #writing asks #night-dark-woods #i think i have a stripclub au tag

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isabilightwood · 1 year

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5-4-3-2-1 Fic retrospective + resolutions!

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top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular, and non-ao3 works count!)

your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written in 2022!

Tagging @spookykingdomstarlight @fapamir @rubberduckieassassin @tapiokay @habibinasir and anyone who wants to participate 🥰

My answers below the cut!

Top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022

1. sweet beneath sharp edges - (CQL/MDZS) Light horror murder mystery monsterfucking rom com in jazz age Shanghai. This one was, ngl, very difficult to pull off. It took a lot of research, less on broader history of China in that period (which I was familiar with) but the details, like had flash bulbs and washing machines been invented yet? What flowers and fruits and vegetables should be growing at that time of year? And I think the result was pretty fun! 2. inevitable everything - (CQL) Pretend war prize but the self-arranged marriage is real. Wangxian can admit their attraction to each other, but not their feelings. Cue the pining while fucking (+ Plot). I'm happy with how it turned out -- I felt like the characters' emotions landed where I wanted them to and writing a 194k fic in a year was just a big accomplishment in general (one that I will not be repeating this year for my own sanity 😅) 3. doing the wrong thing wholeheartedly - (CQL/MDZS) modern cultivation with rivals to lovers and truly wacky worldbuilding decisions about dragons. This fic made me feel positively gleeful while writing it -- there's really something to be said for writing specifically to an audience of yourself! 4. something wicked - (CQL/MDZS) modern with magic coffee shop au. WWX's a witch who helps the living sort out their lives and the dead move on, LWJ's just been turned into a talking bunny. The curse can only be broken by True Love's Kiss -- but they're both convinced they've just been rejected. I actually struggled a lot with this one, sat on it for months, begged help from @/luckymarrow before I felt comfortable releasing it. I like the final version quite a bit, and it really seems to have made people happy, which is always my goal

5. red strings and eager hands - (MDZS/CQL) canon divergence where WWX believes LWJ has betrayed him, and LWJ responds by stripping. Written for jing's gorgeous art! It was a bit of a challenge to write LWJ's feelings during the smut, and that was very much a good thing for my writing! This was another one that was a lot of fun to write and I love the outcome!

Top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year

I only have 2 active WIPs right now but --

YLLZ!Wen Qing! This one's been living in my head for over a year, slowly growing from an initial idea Wen Qing with ghost girls to vague concept of what if JGS and WRH's roles were swapped and the Jiang were allied with the Jin to mostly outlined with 10k on the page. I'm very excited to write Wangxian in a secret relationship that puts WWX in an impossible position re: saving the Jiang siblings, an angsty slow burn for Wen Qing and Mianmian, and some very creepy monsters

My Bottomji Big Bang fic! Which I cannot talk about, but will be very in line with my typical nonsense 😆

I have thoughts on a something wicked prequel about Wangxian becoming friends when LWJ could newly see ghosts. They are just thoughts so far

A something wicked where WWX is trying to help a pair of starcrossed lovers get together, and LWJ is just trying to get railed on their anniversary. This is also just thoughts

Top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

Atmosphere - particularly in sweet beneath sharp edges, which was a bit of a stylistic challenge

Visual detail - I feel like I've improved on how I describe settings, appearance, etc and choosing when to do so with less disruption of the flow of the story

Smut - I've written a lot more variety in my smut scenes in 2022 and (I think) gotten better at getting them to flow

Top 2 resolutions

Take my next long fic at a slower pace instead of pushing myself to complete it. 2022 was busy, but 2023 is likely to be even more so and I don't want to burn myself out over something I do for fun

Write what makes me happy!

Number 1 favorite line you’ve written in 2022!

I was seduced by music and conversation and kindness in the sunlight.

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some-thrilling-heroics · 1 year

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I posted 1,187 times in 2022

32 posts created (3%)

1,155 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 1,183 of my posts in 2022

#lol - 244 posts

#the sandman - 210 posts

#dream of the endless - 128 posts

#critical role - 115 posts

#art - 100 posts

#animals - 78 posts

#mighty nein - 69 posts

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#lucienne the librarian - 50 posts

#queer - 47 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#if your doc tells you you have terminal disease it's not them treating you bad it's just their luck to be the one to give you the message

My Top Posts in 2022:

i know lucienne used to be dream’s raven, so clearly she used to be out in the waking world, and before that i presume was also a mortal like matthiew so there’s that but that must have been eons ago right?

so she’s been the librarian for ages, and i don’t suppose she’d have a reason to leave the dreaming.... and then dream gets captured and all goes to shit and im just thinking - would she be scared or wary of going out into the waking world? even if there was a valid reason for her to leave the dreaming? would dream be wary in a protective way if it ever came up that lucienne wants to go elsewhere for reasons? is she allowed? the questions just multiply like my damn plot bunnies dammit

and then, she saw the dreaming collapse, does she feel safe there? is she scared that one day her library will disappear again? does she have anxiety? *sobs*

38 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

so who’s writing lucienne-centric parallel episode to the pilot where dream is gone and she has to wonder abt him and worry and has no answers and more and more dreams and nightmares go away and she has to manage the decay and hope he comes back, with a nice ending when she finds him laying outside the gates finally - or do i have to do everything myself around here? xD

48 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

ya im happy for victor and the trans coming out and how that was worked into the plot, that was nice and i liked the little bonding diego had with allison

but what the actual fuck was everything else? warning for spoilers

lila dropping their child on diego after having custody for 12 years? and his shitty attempts at parenting until the kid killed klaus? and then it’s tu eres mi sangre and it’s fiiine - oh btw it’s not actually their kid, lila just wanted to fuck with diego but she’s pregnant and surely that’s a great prognosis for a healthy family i can’t even....

allison is off the fucking rails this season and five is worried about VICTOR turning into a villain???? what the actual fuck? what do you call somebody using mind control to try and rape their brother huh? act of a superhero???? and at the end she gets her happy ending with the daughter from the present and husband from the past which i am happy for on one hand but at the same WHAT THE FUCK how about we get an explanation HOW that works? we didn’t care about diego’s fake kid enough to bring him back to life and check on him after the universe reset but this is cool huh?

don’t get me started on ol’ reggie - somebody needs to kill that slimy bugger for good and dismember him and just to be extra sure the chopped body parts should be locked separately in different corners of the world, maybe THEN the bastard will stay fucking dead

the ending was a mess and im not satisfied - they went to an alt dimension? and stood on magic tiles and almost died to power up some alien machine that was left by the creator of the universe or whatever that reggie somehow knew how to operate and the button was pressed an boom, allison has happy family and they are all healthy

ON THAT NOTE, i would just like to say FUCK YOU sincerely to the writers for that ending - one character loses two fingers in the final battle, the other loses an arm but guess fucking what? they are fine and dandy after the magic reset bc of course it wouldn’t be a happy ending if disability was allowed to exist right?

52 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

so jodie regenerated into DT, huh? not into the new guy, but into DT

and ya i was dreading RTD coming back bc he has issues and is a one trick pony - i was just proven right

to add insult to injury (or the other way round), you know how every doctor at every damn regeneration wears the clothes of the previous doctor bc regeneration only affects the body and ya clothes may be ruined but THEY'RE THE SAME CLOTHES? well not now! apparently DT couldn't possibly wear the clothes jodie wore for her entire run, very curious as to WHY that is.

and also saw a screen in another post that DT and CT are not just coming for a special anniversary but they get THREE EPS? which you know, very weird having loved them as much as i have, when they were on in S4, and i should be bloody excited right? but there's no enjoyment, just bitterness im feeling bc they could have come back in a completely different way - any way.

there are crossover eps with multiple doctors, it's not HARD but i guess RTD couldn't have his best pal DT play second fiddle to a new guy or something - like, honestly WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK?

ALSO as much as i love DT - JESUS FUCKING CHRIST he regenerated from chris into tenth doctor, then in s4 he regenerated but stayed as DT 'bc he liked that body' and then later in s4 got a bloody half human clone with his own face, and now we have another regeneration into DT face and like, i don't give a fuck at this point if there IS a magic brilliant explanation for why he showed up and why the clothes changed along with the regeneration, im just pissed bc HOW IS THAT BLOODY FAIR?

the news abt casting of the new doctor? overshadowed by DT + CT coming back! and now that jodie is out, in the trailer there was just a small one liner snippet from the actual next doctor - they couldn’t let him have his own day be about him so the trailer too cannot be about him.

yes i know this is a messy rant and im probably shitting on the fucking parade some of you have (i wish i could be happy about them coming back) but DT and CT coming back COULD HAVE BEEN HANDLED MORE RESPECTFULLY and they couldn’t even bother to do that AND THAT pisses me the fuck off.

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My #1 post of 2022

spoon feeding blood to a vampire

but the spoon is silver

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riku-writings · 3 years

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ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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Yellow Tulips: Sunshine in Your Smile

Valentines Special: Day Five

Day One: Morning Glories Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers Day Four: Pink Camellias - Day Five: Violets

Plot: The reader keeps receiving flowers and sweet messages every day from an anonymous source leading up to Valentines Day. But who is sending them?

Choose your own character ending (coming on Valentines Day).

Gender!Neutral Reader x ???

Triggers: None Words: 2,191

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February 10th

Your morning started out slowly at first as you walked around the tower performing basic duties. It was like many mornings you had before, but this time, you held an air of suspicion. Specifically of every person around you.

You found yourself wondering if every person you passed could be your admirer. Whenever you passed someone you knew, you quickly went through all of your interactions, trying to figure out if it could be them. No one was an obvious fit, but you couldn’t help but wonder, which one of them was it?

Was it who you desperately hoped it to be? Or someone you could possibly fall for? What if it was someone you could never see yourself loving?

As you walked into Tony’s lab, after having gotten a text asking for your assistance, you eyed the two men in the room. Tony and Bruce. Could it be one of them? Or maybe one of the lab assistant in the next room? You knew some of them...

“Perfect timing Y/n” Bruce greeted you with a smile.

“What am I perfectly on time for exactly?”

“Don’t worry nothing bad, well, hopefully” Tony said with a smirk and a hint of sarcasm.

“We need to test the energy output of this sonic weapon” Bruce said pointing to a ball on the table in the middle of the room, being held by machinery.

“We need to be in the lab measuring it’s frequencies while someone has to be out here to open it and turn it on. The machines aren’t delicate enough to do it, they could damage the core. So we need some steady hands. It should be perfectly safe, the weaponized part of it has been turned off.”

“Well if you say it’s safe, I’ll trust you.” you said while putting on a lab coat. “You said it was a sonic weapon?”

“Yeah,” Tony began “It was picked up on Romanoff and Bartons scouting mission. We think it is used in a similar way to as a flash bang, but instead of sending out light it’s an sonic energy wave that can knock someone out.”

“Hmm, interesting.” you muttered, looking behind you as the lab doors slid open and Vision entered.

“Good morning” Vision greeted “I heard you were testing the weapon we found?”

“Yeah, wanna watch?” Tony asked as he walked into the observation room.

Vision looked at you, seeing you getting ready to take part “Is it safe?”

“They said it is” you said with a shrug.

After the three went into the observation room, you proceeded to follow Bruce’s instruction as the machines open the ball carefully. Using some tools, you pulled out a small metal tube from the center of the ball, slowly and carefully.

“That should be the main weaponized core, that is what we want to test the energy field of. This will help tell us how big the weapons range is.”

“Alright” you said as you set it inside a container and closing it, your eyes moved to a small blinking red light that turned on in the center of the ball.

“Uhh, what’s the red light for?”

“What red light?” Tony asked peering through the window at you.

“There is a small blinking red light at the center of the weapon.”

You looked up, seeing Bruce and Tony checking the screens and information before they turned to each other “A back up trigger? Maybe a trap?” Bruce said with an air of anxiety.

“A trap?” you and Vision asked in unison, your voices rising in concern.

Hearing beeping coming from their computers Tony looked up at you in panic “Y/n, get out of the-”

Before he could finish, there was a sudden pulsating shock that seemed to come from the weapon. You felt a sharp pain in your head, then feeling yourself launch backwards before you were taken over by darkness.

- - -

Tony, Bruce and Vision watched as a somewhat visible pulse shot out of the weapon, you were thrown backwards, as the nearby machines blew backwards, and all glass windows in the lab shattered, sending Tony, Bruce and Vision backwards as well.

Quickly staggering to their feet they ran out of the observatory room and towards you, where you were lying on the ground, unconscious. Crouching down around you, they starting calling your name, but you were unresponsive. Bruce and Vision began brushing glass off of you, and checking you for injuries. Tony yelled for the lab assistants who ran in to get the medical team.

A few moments passed before Natasha and Clint ran in followed closely by Steve and Bucky. Making it obvious that the pulse explosion could be heard or felt throughout the tower.

“What the hell happened?” Steve yelled as they all ran over, seeing you lying on the ground.

“The weapon had an internal switch that triggers a trap if opened up. Why couldn’t we see that on the scans?!” Bruce asked to Tony who was now closing the weapon up, and shutting it down.

“It doesn’t matter right now, we need to get Y/n help” Vision broke in.

- - -

You felt as though a heavy weight was laying over your body as you tried desperately to wake up, your barely conscious thoughts trying to focus on your surroundings.

Hearing a distant beeping, you tried to focus on it, but your mind switched to focusing on the movement of your arm. But you weren’t moving it. Someone was holding your hand. Who? Where were you? What happened?

“You’ll be alright Y/n” the voice was faint, barely audible. Whose voice was that? It seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place it for the life of you.

There was pressure on your hand, they were squeezing it. Then here was something else on your knuckles. A touch. A kiss? You tried to wake your mind up, as though you were trying to come up from a deep sleep. But you don’t remember dreaming.

You struggled for a few moments as there was a distant mumbling as whoever it was beside you began to talk again, but you fell into darkness.

The darkness seemed to last only seconds as you were suddenly able to open your eyes. Though they were heavy, and your vision was blurry. You looked around the room. You were confused, trying to process your surroundings. Where were you? A hospital? No. You were in the tower still. In the medical lab. Looking out the window you see it’s dark outside. How long had you been out? Hours? Days?

Looking around the rest of the room, you see the call button lying on the table next to you. You began to reach for it, but your eyes moved to the beautiful vase of yellow tulips on the table as well. You noticed a note perched in the leaves.

They were here. Was that them before? That you heard, that was holding your hand? You tried to remember the voice, but the memory was too warped, too faded, like a dream you forget as soon as you wake up. Reaching out, you grabbed the note, opening it up immediately.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Yellow Tulips.

Yellow Tulips represent ‘The sunshine in your smile’. Your smile, which I have been so lucky to be graced with multiple times, is pure sunshine. In times of darkness, when you smile, I know that everything will work out in the end. As long as you smile, everything will be well in the world. It is my favorite smile, and I always feel so accomplished when I am the reason it graces your features, and I hope to be the reason for it again and again.

You must wake up. I wish I could have stopped you from getting hurt. I’m sorry. But please, be okay. So that I can once again see that beautiful smile, and be graced by it’s beautiful sunshine again. So that I am one day, able to tell you all of this in person. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The second part was scribbled in at the bottom, clearly written after you were hurt. You took a moment to think back on what happened.

You were in the lab, helping Tony and Bruce test a weapon, Vision was observing, and...there was a red light. A trap was triggered. Tony started to yell something but you were thrown off your feet. And now you were here. The weapon must have suddenly gone off. You wondered if they were alright.

Setting it back in the flowers you pressed the call button, you needed to know if the others were alright. A nurse entered almost immediately, greeting you with a smile “Good, you’re up.”

“Is everyone else okay?” you asked immediately.

She nodded her head “You were the only one hurt, and you aren’t even really hurt, you were just knocked unconscious. After I do a few tests, you might be able to go back to your room.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Since this morning, it is the same day.” she answered. You sighed in relief knowing you hadn’t lost days of your time.

After the nurse performed her tests and the doctor came in, someone you knew. You managed to convince them that you were alright, and after a bit more convincing they let you go.

You took the vase of tulips to your room, and set them in your window before looking back at the note once more , you tried to study the handwriting. It was cramped and written in the small available space at the bottom of the note. But it did seem familiar. If only you had taken time to study the other’s handwriting. Though, why would you? After changing, you left to go find the others.

Entering into the main room where you would all gather together to hang out or have a small party or game night. You were happy to see almost everyone sitting around the room.

Wanda saw you come in first, standing up she smiled and made her way over to you quickly “Oh, I’m so glad you are okay!” she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. You hugged her back, and let out a small laugh “Yeah, I’m alright.”

The others all moved towards you as well, all hugging you and asking if you felt alright. “Are you sure you should be walking around?” Steve, Thor, and Vision asked all at once.

“The doctor did plenty of tests. I’m fine. The weapon’s effect does seem to be temporary, and causes no lasting damage.” You looked at Vision “I’m just glad you three didn’t get hurt as well. Are Tony and Bruce in the lab?” you had noticed almost immediately that they were not in the room.

Vision nodded his head “Yes, they are doing more tests on the weapon, though, only scans. They feel terrible about what happened. As do I, and I am very glad you are alright.”

You smiled at him before squeezing his arm lightly “Me too Vis. I’m gonna go see them, make sure they know I’m alright.”

As you walked into the lab, you saw the remnants of glass and knocked over machines. Some people were walking around cleaning everything up. The blast took out almost everything in the lab. Looking around, you saw Tony and Bruce at their lab desks, their faces practically pressed into the screens.

“You guys aren’t gonna blow anything else up are you?”

Both Tony and Bruce’s heads shot up at your voice, their faces showing their relief upon seeing you.

“Y/n, thank God you’re alright” Bruce said as he pulled you into a hug when you approached him.

“Yeah I’m good Bruce. How are you guys?”

Tony approached you “You mean besides the guilt of almost getting you killed?”

You smiled at him before hugging him “I don’t blame you guys, if your scans didn’t see the trap trigger than you guys couldn’t have.”

“Well, that helps. A little” he said as he moved away giving you a big smile. You could tell he was very relieved you were alright.

“I hope you guys haven’t been in here since this morning.” you said in a somewhat scolding tone. Tony and Bruce shared a look before looking back at you. You rolled your eyes “Well that’s enough for now. Come to the main room, almost everyone else is there. You guys need a break too. And I’m not asking by the way.”

Tony and Bruce smirked as they gave in immediately, knowing there was no point in arguing. “Well, then, if you insist” Tony began “With everyone there we can talk about the party.”

“What party?” you asked.

“The Valentines Day party, I always throw one here.” he answered as though it was obvious.

“Ah, right. That party.”

As you began leaving the lab, Tony wrapped his arm around your shoulders “Oh come on, it’ll be fun. Even for you.”

You met his eyes for a moment as your mind wandered back to your admirer. Would they be there? Would you finally learn who they are?

xx xx xx xx xx

Sorry for the blunt ending, but this was getting pretty long lol.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the rest of this!~

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So at least 74% of my college baseball and softball teams have lost today. In elimination games. I’m very much not happy about this.

But also. I thought I was just going to write about 500 words just so I could leave a message on the Plot Bunny’s answering machine about a dream I had last night. I’m nearly 2000 words in and have been occasionally crying over my heroine. (I didn’t know when I started that her PTSD was about THAT. But dear lord, I just want to give her a hug.) And I’m still only about halfway thru the dream. I had writing goals for today. I’m going to make the word count for sure. It’s just not the story I thought I was going to work on today.

#writing is hard yo #but I’m suddenly so invested in this story #college sports are my jam #i care a little too much

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analoghorrorexplained · 3 years

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The Walten Files Explained (10/23/21)

This post contains spoilers for the above series. Please do not click on this post if you do not want to have the plot of the series spoiled for you. This post also contains disturbing/upsetting material. Reader digression is advised. All of the series I talk about can be found on youtube]

ACTIVE WARNINGS: child death, dismemberment, murder

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THE PLOT

The Walten Files is about the brief rise and major fall of the animatronic themed restaurant “Bon’s Burgers” and its parent company Bunny smiles.

The lore itself starts with Jack Walten and his college friend Felix Kranken both coming up with the idea of having an animatronic themed restaurant and agreeing to team up and actually make the restaurant a reality. The dream takes around 17 years of planning and a lot of personal investment but the pair finally do it. It is important to note that Felix at this time has a major drinking problem and it plays into much of the events to come. Jack eventually gets married, has a few kids, and is ontop of the world. Meanwhile Felix is at odds with his wife Linda because of his drinking problem. Felix’s drinking has become more and more severe and it is starting to impact his life with his wife to a major extent, and it is starting to impact his job performance. Jack seems to notice this but not much is done about his friends behavior. However, the issues start before the restaurant even opens.

Events start to snowball when Felix agrees to drive Jack’s youngest children (Ed and Molly) home from a school party. Felix is apprehensive but agrees since this would not be a regular arrangement. During said school party Felix becomes blackout drunk and decides to take the kids home while he is still inebriated. He begins to attempt to drive the kids home and decides to take a series of backroads in order to do this. Felix also mentions to the kids that he “feels sleepy” so he decides to begin speeding in order to “get them home faster”. Felix is unaware of a somewhat sharp turn ahead and ends up colliding head on into a barrier. It is unclear whether Ed and Molly died instantly or if they were still alive after Felix crashed the car. But regardless of either outcome, Felix realizes that he just crashed the car and killed his friends children. And in a fit of panic Felix hastily buries them in the Santa Juana’s Forest. It is implied that both Molly and Ed were still alive after he buried them, but later died due to their injuries and being left in the wilderness. So there is a possibility that they could have been saved if Felix would have gotten help. And after their deaths: the souls of Ed and Molly possessed their shared doll, Rocket (an animatronic doll Felix had made them as a Christmas gift).

Jack rightfully got concerned when his children were not back at his house at the time agreed upon by himself and Felix. He called Felix’s house several times but go no response. This lead to Jack becoming more and more frantic/angry in his messages and leaving over 20 in total on Felix’s answering machine. Felix somehow managed to get home that night and was met with the aforementioned voicemails and breaks down.

This is where the timeline gets a bit foggy since we do not know what happens between this point and Jacks disappearance. But we can theorize that there was a confrontation between Jack and Felix (most likely at Bon’s Burgers) which may have resulted in Felix killing Jack in a fit of anger or possibly even in self defense. Panicking, Felix stuffed Jack’s body in the Bon animatronic. But this is not outright confirmed.

The restaurant opens 17 days after Jack’s disappearance and there are few issues. Few being the keyword in this sentence.

Susan Woodings, a BSI (Bunny smiles Inc) tech in charge of robot upkeep, notices something ‘off’ about Bon. He is not functioning at full capacity and Susan tries to fix him after hours in the back. However, Bon violently murders Susan and stashes her body inside of the ‘Banny’ suit. It is not clear why Bon kills Susan in the way he does. But assuming the thing controlling the Bon animatronic IS Jack it probably has something to do with his anger directed at Felix. Bon/Jack later kills Charles, another BSI employee, less than a month later and stuffed him into the Boozoo suit.

Meanwhile, Jack’s wife (Rosemary) is attempting to find her missing husband (and possibly her two youngest children Ed and Molly) and eventually turns to the restaurant to find answers. She would visit frequently in order to try to pry information out of staff but she had no luck. However, nearly a month after Jacks initial disappearance a voice called out to her from backstage saying “I know where she is Rosie”. It is not clear who’s voice this is, but we can assume its either Bon or Felix based on later events. Rosemary follows the voice behind the showstage and is met with Bon who then violently kills her, dismembers her, and then stuffs her into the body of “Sha” the sheep. It is implied that Sophie Walten (Jack’s eldest child who also works for BSI as a security guard) witnessed this event.

Shortly after witnessing the death of her mother Sophie is prescribed “pills” (an unknown medication that eventually makes her forget large chunks of her past including this event) and presumably quits her job at BSI.

Bon’s Burgers closes after reports of a woman screaming (presumably Rosemary) are made to the police. Felix Kranken then starts building a holding facility for the animatronics called “K9″ deep within the Santa Juana’s Forest and things lay dormant for around 4 years.

BSI as a company continues to exist via several business partnerships that allow it to produce a TV show based on the animatronic characters of the former restaurant. Merch is produced, along with a movie to accompany the show. Several arcade cabinets are made for a game produced via BSI called “Bunnyfarm” which we will get to later. However, Felix is unhappy with the current arrangement and wants to revitalize the restaurant idea with his “Relocate project”. He sends 3 BSI employees (the most important of which being Ashley) to the K9 facility in order to help reprogram the remaining animatronics.

The other 2 employees for the most part give up because many of the robots are too damaged to be reprogrammed. Ashley decides to use the Key she was given to try to search for spare parts (and to try to figure out what it was for since it was never explained beforehand) and begins to explore the backrooms of K9 (without the other 2 BSI employees). She finds several animatronic parts, endoskeletons, and unused animatronics. She discovered an unused animatronic named “Billy” with a tape player imbedded in his stomach. When she plays the tape it begins with a slightly distorted birthday song, but then cuts to a voice saying a series of names:

“Jack...Susan...Charles...Rosemary...Sophie“

Ashley is rightfully freaked out and tries to leave, but the sound of Billy’s tape recorder attracts the now awake Bon. Bon kills Ashley and stuffs her into the Billy suit. The other 2 BSI employees assumed Ashley left sometime during the night and do not attempt to find her. K9 is later closed due to a horrible smell emitting from the backrooms.

A few years later a “Brian Stells” is hired to become the new facility caretaker. It is not made clear why he is now just being hired, but he is and he is sent to K9 to try to reprogram the animatronics and is ordered to record everything he does. Shortly into his stay he is chased out by Bon and killed in the forest. It is unclear what happens to Brian’s body.

Word about Brian’s disappearance gets out to the public and people begin to talk. News of this reaches the now 20 something Sophie and her girlfriend Jenny. The two talk about it while in the lobby of a local hotel and while playing one of the rare Bunnyfarm arcade cabinets. Jenny eventually leaves to go do something, leaving Sophie to play the game. As she gets deeper and deeper into the originally mundane game, things start to glitch in a very disturbing way. Corpses flash on the screen along with other disturbing imagery. Sophie stops playing after being overwhelmed by the game but picks up where she left off the next day.

The game then proceeds to jog her memory, somewhat, and she begins to recognize the characters in the game as her family members or people she knows. This is where the story leaves off for now.

DOES WALTEN FILES HAVE ANY RELATION TO FNAF?

Other than some superficial similarities and plot/setting similarities, the two series are completely unrelated and take place in different universes.

It has been confirmed tho that the series was inspired by the Five Nights at Freddy’s series.

WHY DOES BON KILL WHO HE DOES?

Assuming Bon and Jack are now one in the same it makes little sense for him to be targeting the people he is as an animatronic. He killed his wife, 2 employees he presumably hired, and is actively hunting his own child (as implied by the fact that Bon tends to target BSI employees wearing the uniform Sophie wore back when she worked there). I have a few theories.

Bon is trying to ‘reunite’ his family with him by turning them into animatronics too:

This theory relies on if Jack still remembers his life pre-animatronic. Ed and Molly are the first to be turned into animatronics (unintentionally) due to the accident. After Jack is turned into Bon he is already reunited with his 2 lost children. However his wife and eldest child is still missing. He manages to lure his wife backstage, kills her, and turn her into Sha so that their kids have a mother again. Assuming Jack cannot really recognize people that well and only knows Sophie by her purple uniform, he intentionally tries to kill people wearing that uniform in order to at least attempt his daughter back. However, since Sophie no longer works at BSI he is just killing random people. Susan and Charles tho were just collateral.

Felix is controlling Bon and is using Bon to cover up the initial murder of Jack’s children:

My second theory is that Felix (due to being one of the cofounders of the restaurant) knows how to control the animatronics and uses Bon (post Jack murder) as a way of covering up his crime. Susan and Charles were about to discover the corpse inside of Bon, so he kills them by proxy using Bon. Rosemary was getting suspicious of Felix since he was the last person to be seen with her 2 children and husband so he kills her to prevent her from looking further. Ashley went in a place she was not supposed to and saw the corpses of the above people in the robots so Felix kills her too. And Brian may have seen similar things. And Sophie is the last living member of the Walten family and thus has a reason to look for answers (and we have already established that ‘pills’ are not full proof since their effects can be negated). This one seems the most plausible.

#the walten files #walten files #analog horror #analog horror explained

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akampana · 3 years

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Is there a story with this summer fling? you got me interested

This post

I had a plot bunny I didn’t plan on writing, but since you asked, here you go. :)

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He’s touched her before.

It was unavoidable, she supposed, the first time it happened, considering she’s been fielded with the severe Servant so often. And while Master always liked to keep her on the frontlines, Cú Alter always had the honor to take the rear.

They never shared the battlefield for too long. Everyone knew that once the blackened version of Gae Bolg appeared on the grounds, the enemy was as good as finished. She and Alter only had slivers of time that were over and done with in a blink. He’d grab her by the wrist and pull her out of his way, close his claws around her arm to yank her out of incoming projectiles, dig his fingers into her shoulder as he pushed her to the side.

Nightingale no longer asked where she got the additional wounds, immediately recognizing the distinctive claw marks left by Cú Chulainn’s midnight gloves. And since the nurse never questioned the king anymore, Arturia never found out it was only her that ever returned with the Berserker’s personal brand.

Even after a few years down the line, when Alter had gotten comfortable enough to toss his lunch tray down at her table in the cafeteria, or invite himself into the few practice sessions she reserved for herself, he never really stopped his handling of her. Diarmuid was always perturbed by the bruises, Cú—the one from her war—lashed out at his more monstrous form whenever he saw the scratches, but Arturia did not really mind. It was how she knew Alter actually gave a damn about Master’s mission. Maybe a little about her. Nothing else to it.

Then summer came along.

As a familiar, warm hand encircled her wrist, she turned her gaze upward, a greeting on her lips. She caught herself before saying ‘Lancer’, as she looked up to a tattooed face. Though surprised, she followed as Alter pulled her away by the arm, too distracted by the warmth of his claw-less hands to think of much else.

For the first time, he left no wounds where he held her, no grazes for her protective friends to find. He marvelled in her bare skin the same way she did his silhouette, free from the dragon-like exoskeleton that always had him so caged. Their conversation was wordless, conveyed in rough touches and the clumsy brush of her fingers against the fabric of his tank.

It had been six days since then. Six days of being stolen away from her knights as the sunset lay its glow upon Luluhawa Island.

He’d made her evenings his, taking his fellow king to whatever private nook he’d found during the day while he avoided Medb. He kissed her the first night, they sparred the second. The third, she spent with him on a sailboat, running her hands through the waves while the stoic Berserker continued to prove he was more than just the war machine he claimed to be. Fishing...it seemed that aspect of Cú Chulainn stayed despite the beauty queen’s interference.

Arturia snapped out of her daydreaming, brought back to the present by the feel of his fingers in her hair. With a gentle pull, her golden locks came loose, cascading down her shoulders in waves.

The king locked eyes with the man in between her legs, finding an expression undecipherable. Times like these, she wished she could read Alter’s thoughts with the ease that she predicted his movements in combat. However, she supposed she owed the latter to the innumerable days she spent fighting by his side. There wasn’t a method to learning what went on in the Berserker’s head. So, she opted for something more direct.

Touching her hands to the pads of his fingers, she asked him the question. So caught up was she in admiring the way their hands fit together, that the words he answered back did not register right away.

Then, she was a flower left to wilt, her fingers falling, retreating, as the phrase that left his lips finally hit her. She drew herself back quietly, climbing off of his chest with only one thought left running through her mind.

Of course.

Arturia tried to smile as she closed the door behind her, softly telling Cú Alter she’d see him back at Chaldea after this whole beach singularity was over. Perhaps the summer heat had affected her judgement.

Of course, there wasn’t any meaning behind his actions over the last couple of days. Of course there wasn’t. It’s just…

The King of Knights looked down at her hands, the spaces between her fingers suddenly feeling far too empty.

Stupid. She told herself, trying to forget the warmth of his touch.

She was so stupid.

#akampana asks #originally I thought of a three parter while I was drawing but #this is fine #:’)#welcome to the Cú Alter x Arturia hellhole anon #hope you enjoy your stay #cuturia #cutoria #cu alter #arturia pendragon #fate #fate fanfic

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holistic-alcoholic · 3 years

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sudden iron husbands promt:

I had an idea for a while of a soulmate au where you have a name of your soulmate on your skin but it’s not necessarily a given name but the name person will be most known as. Which sets some interesting plot bunnies.

So. Rhodey has ‘Tony Stark’ written on his wrist. He’s kinda apprehensive about it but tries to be open-minded and not assume anything, being a good person and everything. He meets Tony at mit 2 weeks in the first semester, and Tony’s a kid, very drunk, a total mess, and changed a couple of roommates already. Don’t you worry, he says first thing they meet, you’ll get rid of me soon enough. But Rhodey’s already in taking care mode, so he just answers ‘we’ll see’ and drags him to shower so he wouldn’t be too much hungover at first lecture.

It’s not a good time to talk about the whole soulmates business so he doesn’t, but that evening he brings up the question...

Tony says, all fake nonchalance, that his mark is ‘War Machine’. Fitting for a weapons manufacturer, huh? Lucky him, not even getting anchored with a real person.

Rhodey’s surprised, honestly, at how much exactly he’s feeling hurt and disappointed. But Tony’s a kid and a mess and required soulmates are quite rare actually, so.

Couple of decades later they joke about someone going around with ‘Iron man’ on their wrist.

When he gets his new suit to his bosses, there’s a lot of fussing around. Everyone marvels at the suit. There are plans for equipping a lot of soldiers with this technology — pity’s the suit seems to only fit one person and be voice activated and completely unhackable. At the evening some people are joking around, trying new names, cooler the better.

When Rhodey first hears their excited ‘we got it! War Machine! Metal as fuck, right?’ he really, really feels like an idiot.

#tony stark #james rhodes #iron husbands #marvel #promt #he goes to tony immediately and is like yeah yeah we’re not talking to each other forget about for a sec k?#tony is cartoonishly enraged #gets very talky #gets stopped with a kiss #soulmate au

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queen-of-meows · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Aww, thank you for this nice ask !

Answering it, I realise I don't remember a lot of my old fics, so it's going to be a walk down memory lane. I tried to pick one from each fandom (also, my fluffy Twissy stories are all the same ^^).

5- Fairytale : Doctor Who, Twelfth Doctor/Missy.

This was my first published fanfic ever, first on that awful BBC official fanfic site that sucked a lot, then on AO3. It's a very short drabble I wrote before season 10 was over.

4- What if... Sylvie had never escaped the TVA : Loki (2021), no pairing (Ravonna/Mobius if you squint).

I haven't been very productive in the Loki series fandom yet (but I'm working on it ^^). This was a little plot bunny that bounced in my head and I had to write it. The title say it all : Sylvie never escaped the TVA and became Judge Renslayer's personal assistant. But after she meets a certain Loki variant, she realises why she never truely felt at her place in the TVA. This is a bittersweet AU where Ravonna, Mobius and this mind wiped Sylvie form an unlikely family bound by a dangerous secret and a lot of miscommunication.

3- That Distant Shore : Doctor Who, Bill Potts/Heather

A freeform exploration of a surprisingly rare pair. I took a lot of inspiration from old Lana Del Rey songs, giving a reason for Heather's offputting and rather self destructive behaviour in the show. I think Steven Moffat would approve this one because some of my headcanons would later be confirmed.

2- Little Stars : Steven Universe, no pairing

This one is very special because it's a fanfic of a fanfic. It's a reincarnation AU, using characters from the amazing ThatDastardCerberus (sorry, I forgot her Tumblr url). We ended up talking a lot on Discord and making fanarts of the characters. I think helping her raising her lovely OCs from cradle to adulthood was my nicest cooperative fandom experience.

1- The Resurrection of Lungbarrow : Doctor Who (Virgin New Adventures), no pairing

This one is one of my biggest writing achievement. My first novel length fanfic ! Spite is a powerful fuel ^^. Since the character I had became obsessed with was never heard of again in canon and had very little fanwork, I was free to do whatever I wanted with her. Including a bit of multiverse shinanigans and canon wielding ^^. This story has everything I love : sentient time machines, enticing dreamscapes and nightmarish time loops, and a lot of lies and self realisation. I am currently working on the sequel, Innocet's War.

#ask game

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Hi there! I'm not sure if this fits the request, but if it's okay, could I request Muriko with a female s/o coming out as Bi. Like nobody expected it, then Muriko is like "HELL YEAH, THAT'S MEANS A CHANCE FOR ME" and asks her out last minute before some guy did.

[ So, I got your other message saying you wanted a one-shot and the plot you laid out. Just so you know, I only watch the anime. I don’t read the manga...yet. So I’m basically winging our little Bunny girl. But, I hope you enjoy nonetheless. ]

Being a sidekick might not be glorious, but it had its advantages. You were recognized for one, praised for your help, and when you distanced yourself from your hero and bravely fought against the villains. Held down your own. Your hero rank rose, just a little. Given you were more than happy to be working alongside Mirko, the often overexcitable, rule-breaking, bunny hero. Of course, many were surprised when Mirko announced she’d be taking a sidekick as she preferred to work solo most of the time.

Teamwork wasn’t her style as many would say, yet that didn’t stop the thousands of sidekicks that flocked to her Agency in hopes to pass the audition and get the spot next to her. You weren’t a well-known hero, you worked a regular day job and merely got your hero license so you could protect others when needed. But you were nothing compared to the Pros out there, still, you felt as though you needed a change and forced yourself to go to the audition.

Though it was a little intimidating considering most of the sidekicks that were present, had a good record, and were rather high in popularity while you...were not. But somehow or another, Mirko had chosen you out of the bunch. For what reason, was unknown and while you had tried to get an answer from her. She’d only smirk and point her finger at you, “What’s it matter eh!? I chose you and that’s all! Be happy there, pretty face!” she’d always slap you on the back after and you’d groan, she hit hard even when she wasn’t trying.

There was something strange about Mirko that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Given she was a beautiful and sometimes reckless woman, you often felt her stare on you whenever you returned to the Agency and somehow or another, whenever you got hurt. It seemed like she was more concerned about your well-being, even if she had gotten a few bruises herself. Whenever you were walking up to her and she was in the middle of a conversation with someone else.

The moment she saw you, her eyes would light up and she’d pull you close. You’d always choke when her arm pressed against your neck. She was a little rough around the edges. “There she is! My little kickass sidekick! Isn’t she just adorable? Huh, huh!?” you’d always get embarrassed, it was almost like Mirko wanted to show you off. But you weren’t some sort of doll, even though you owed the hero a lot.

If it weren’t for her you wouldn’t have gotten a taste of the spotlight. You were happy to serve under her and even protect her when you needed to, not that she needed it. At all. But you liked to pretend you could protect your hero. Regardless, being around Mirko was like being around a completely different type of energy. Which you didn’t necessarily mind, but sometimes it became too overwhelming and you needed your own space.

On days like this, you would often shy away from Mirko and spend time with your coworkers. The fellow people that made this Agency run smoothly, though one male employee seemed awfully interested in you. “Where’s Mirko? Aren’t you usually with her after a mission is completed?” he questioned and you shrugged, “Sometimes I just need a break, Mirko is great and all but…” you paused as you finished putting quarters into the machine and pressed the drink you wanted.

The machine made a noise but dispensed no drink. “Huh? Oh, cheap piece of junk!” you snapped and slammed your fist against it. “Damn it, I don’t have any change left…” you muttered as you reached into your empty pockets as if coins would magically appear. “Hey that’s alright, I got you.” you blinked and looked at your fellow coworker. “Wait...really?” you questioned as he got up and stepped in front of the soda machine.

“Yeah, consider it a thank you for protecting the city and...just because you’re cute.” you felt a little uneasy as he winked at you, was he trying to flirt? Meanwhile, Mirko was becoming a little restless. Eagerly tapping her foot against the floor, “Where the hell is she? Where’s my sidekick!? Her attractive ass should be here with me…” Mirko spoke with a soft growl and the receptionist nearby noticed the unusual behavior.

“I believe she said something about getting a drink, try the soda machine down the hall,” they suggested and Mirko turned to glare at them. “I could have bought her a drink…” she muttered before stomping away, her tail angrily twitching. “Hm?” when she caught the sound of your voice her ears perked up a bit, however, she also picked up someone else’s voice. “Ah, what the hell.” she groaned, though she hated to admit it.

She often got jealous when you, her precious little sidekick, talked to others. Yeah, yeah you had every right to. But Mirko still considered you hers. Even though she knew she didn’t have a chance, which sucked. She narrowed her eyes once she had you in view and couldn’t help but cross her arms with a huff. This is the kind of man you chose to flirt with or rather that you attracted?

She could easily beat any suitor that was after you that is if...if only you weren’t fucking straight. She had half a mind to walk over there and smash the man’s face in, but unfortunately as a hero that wouldn’t be good for her image. Instead, she stood there in the shadows. Deciding to eavesdrop on the conversation with a frown on her face, you sounded like you were having a good time talking to him. Didn’t she make you happy too? She growled softly, feeling her stomach twist with jealousy.

“Aw, come on! You gotta eat don’t you? We can just consider it a business lunch...” you couldn’t help but chuckle, he tried so hard. Though you always turned him down, you didn’t exactly understand why he always tried to flirt with you. There were other female coworkers he could spend time with, your time, in particular, was dedicated to Mirko.

“I’m not really hungry, but thank you for the offer,” you replied, making the man drop his shoulders in disappointment. “Is it me?” he questioned, “I mean...it must be me, right? I’m no big strong hero. I just work here as part of the insurance company tied to Mirko’s Agency.” you wanted to roll your eyes, part of you hated when others played the role of the victim when it wasn’t necessary. You took a deep breath and shook your head.

“I don’t care about looks or status, hell I don’t even care about gender. I swing both ways, but the point is. I’m not too sure if you’re my type and well…” you paused when you noticed the strange looks you were getting. The few coworkers that surrounded you seemed wide-eyed and you weren’t really sure why. Was it something you said? “Uh, you guys okay?” you questioned, however, Mirko seemed rather overjoyed.

Practically clamping down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming out in happiness. YES. So her attraction to you wasn’t wrong! Hah, perhaps she shouldn’t have doubted herself so much. After all, she could turn the straightest of women into bunny lovers. That is if she really tried, but now she had a clear mission. She wouldn’t let anyone else have you, by the end of the day. You’d be telling everyone “I’m Mirko’s girlfriend.” she chuckled to herself as she rubbed her hands together.

“Oh fuck yeah! You’re gonna be mine.” she declared before pumping her fist in the air. Of course, there were obstacles in the way and she’d take care of one right now. She grinned as she kicked off the ground, skillfully maneuvering her body so her legs were straight out. You didn’t even register she was above you until you watched her land on your coworker. He gave a cry as his face was implemented into the floor, leaving behind a large dent.

Your jaw immediately dropped and you looked horrified, but Mirko was smiling. Like she had done something worthy of being praised. “Hi there, pretty face,” she said before brushing a piece of her hair back. “Come, let’s get lunch.” she insisted before grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, unlike most. You knew better than to argue with Mirko. Despite the fact you weren’t hungry, Mirko insisted on sharing a plate. That wasn’t like her seeing as the woman typically liked her food and she even bought you a drink.

Though you had tried to argue it was too early to drink, she laughed your words off and you got a little buzzed. The rest of the day after lunch was typical. You stayed at the agency and filled out the necessary forms from your patrol as well as spoke to the police and listened to the scanner in case any villains tried anything. It was a rather boring ending to the workday.

Mirko seemed rather intent on staying by your side and you weren’t too sure if you could trust that smile she wore and despite your best efforts to avoid her when leaving the agency. She caught up to you and once more insisted you go out to eat with her. “Look, I’m still a little dizzy from the first time we ate out so…” Mirko scoffed in response to your words and grinned before pulling you close.

“Come on! That’s a shitty attitude to have! I promise dinner with me is going to be amazing! I’ll spoil my little sidekick good!” she said before ruffling your hair. “And after, we can hit the bar! I’m sure your little ass can dance right?” you looked hesitant but once more you knew there was no chance in hell you could argue with her. “I don’t know about dance or if I can take any more alcohol…” you responded quickly before Mirko laughed and slapped your back, causing you to stumble forward.

“That’s quitters talk, pretty face! You gotta drink when you’re with me. We’ll have dinner at that exclusive restaurant, oh what the fuck is it called? I forget, but it doesn't matter.” she concluded before looking at you with a mischievous glance, “Uh...” you stepped away. “Just what are you…” you gasped when she quickly moved behind you and scooped you into her arms. You gave a squeak and your arms immediately wrapped around her neck.

Though you were a hero of sorts, you hated being off the ground. “Aw, what’s a matter? Are you scared?” Mirko teased and you growled, “Shut up!” you snapped, wondering what had gotten into the woman today. She usually wasn’t this touchy-feely or even insistent you spent time together like this. Then again, she was over-enthusiastic and did enjoy showing you off. So maybe you were merely overthinking things.

You held on tightly as she kicked off various buildings, sending both of you airborne and while you were terrified. The view of the night city was rather beautiful and almost put you at ease, in a way it made you feel like a damsel in distress. Being rescued and carried off by the hero, which more often than not was depicted as a male hero. Someone strong, brave, and handsome. Yet you were in the hands of a petite but strong and courageous woman who could handle her own.

Though, if that were true then why did she feel the need to have you around in the first place? What was her want in getting a sidekick in the first place? Once more you were reminded that you had never gotten an official answer from her. “Mm…” you muttered just before Mirko landed on the ground, “Ready for some good eats?!” she exclaimed and somehow you felt butterflies when you watched that smile come to her face, she was almost...cute.

She seemed to notice the way you stared, “What’s a matter? Lovestruck already?” you felt your face flush at her words and quickly glanced away. “No.” you denied, damn her. She chuckled once more and set you down on your feet. “Whatever you say, pretty face. Now let’s go get some grub.” she grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you inside. Guess the advantage of being with a popular hero was the fact that you pretty much got whatever you wanted handed to you.

In this case, Mirko was granted an exclusive table and offered a bottle of wine which she immediately opened and insisted on a toast. You felt your stomach twist as you swirled the cup of wine before looking to Mirko. “A toast! To one of the best and originally unwanted sidekicks ever and the only fucking sense of normal I have in this otherwise kick-ass life! Cheers!” you blinked in response as she clinked your glasses together and promptly downed her glass.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder, what did she mean by sense of normal? How true was that? Was she hiding some secret from everyone? You glanced to the side, your wine untouched. You couldn’t help but look around, everyone else was dressed in such fancy attire that you couldn’t even hope to afford. You weren’t much for high-class places, so why did Mirko bring you here? It was almost like she was trying to impress you without actually taking part in the high-class act.

“Ah!” The bunny girl in question licked her lips after she finished her wine and slammed the cup back onto the table, catching some looks from the surrounding tables. But she outright ignored their stares as she was more focused on looking directly at you. “What’s a matter!? You haven’t touched your wine.” you jumped when you heard her voice and snapped your head back, “Oh uh...n-nothing. Um, I was just thinking…” you said sheepishly before taking a sip of your wine.

That seemed to be your weakness, trying to analyze not only a villain’s moves but everyone’s. Why they said what they did and what it meant. Maybe you’d be better off working for the police but the truth is, you loved being a sidekick. You were almost relieved when the dinner was over, almost. The horror came back when Mirko dragged you to the bar next door, you began to wonder just how much this woman could drink before she was satisfied.

The bar itself had dim lighting and a small dancefloor that provided the only real lighting as it flashed between colors. Mirko had insisted you sit at the bar while she ordered the drinks, you assumed that translated to she knew the bartender. You couldn’t help but sigh and curled your hands in your lap, this wasn’t your scene. In fact, you felt a little out of place. Well, maybe that was an understatement.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice your coworker from earlier had sat down next to you. “Y/n.” your head turned, “Huh?” it was a little hard for you to recognize it was them at first. “Oh...hey, uh how are you? I didn’t know you came here.” he chuckled in response and laid his hand on your thigh, something that made you a little uncomfortable. “I could say the same for you,” he said as he leaned closer and that’s when you noticed the bruises on his face.

Guess that was the result of getting your face slammed into the floor. “I’m here with Mirko.” you replied in a flat tone and watched his face twist with panic, “She isn’t around right now is she?!” he exclaimed as he frantically looked back and forth. “Uh…” why was he freaking out so much? You reached down to push his hand off your thigh before answering him. “She’s getting the drinks,” you replied and though he still looked worried, his shoulders relaxed.

“Well, that’s too bad. I was going to buy you a drink, maybe I still can, what do you say?” he questioned with a purr and reached over to take your hand, “Uh…” you replied before he brought your hand up to his lips were he pressed a kiss to it. The action made a shiver run down your spine, “Um, right...I don’t know about that.” you said as you pulled your hand away from his.

“Well, how about we go out?” he questioned and you jumped in your seat. “Uh what?” he chuckled and a playful smile formed across his face. “I said how about we go-” his sentence was interrupted when several alcoholic beverages were poured over his head. You could smell the difference mixtures lingering in the air and it made you gag, “What the hell is your problem!?” he snapped as he whipped his head around to see Mirko, she stood there with a smirk.

“No problem here, but I’d prefer you don’t bother my date with your bullshit. It’s clear pretty face doesn’t want to go out with you. So get before my foot impales itself into your ass!” Mirko growled and for a brief moment, you got scared as you watched her face twist into a more devilish expression which seemed to be more than enough to scare your coworker away. You blinked in response before looking at Mirko.

“Uh...that seemed…” you tried to search for the right word, but Mirko just scoffed. “What unnecessary? Give me a break, those guys are just like villains. Can’t take no for an answer.” she declared as she placed her hand on her hip and looked at you. “Besides you’re my date and I don’t plan to hand you off to any half-assed shithead.” your eyes widened, “W-What do you m-mean d-d-date?” you responded, not that you didn’t like the sound of it.

Just, you didn’t recall Mirko even asking you out on a date. She seemed confused by your question. “Uh, what else does a date mean?” she responded before rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I didn’t ask you out or anything. I couldn’t find the time between all the bullshit, so I decided to try and spoil you instead. Besides that fool has been trying to ask you out for months. Had to beat him to it, didn’t I?” she questioned as she took the seat next to you.

“I’m going to have to get more drinks…” Mirko pouted but you were still full of questions, just staring at her with blank eyes. “Hm?” she turned her head to look at you, even in the dim lighting you could see her raise her eyebrow. “What?” she questioned before trying to flag down the bartender. “Look I promise I’ll ask you out properly later,” she said which made you finally drop your stare. “Just enjoy tonight for now and if you’re good, I might end up bringing you home tonight,” she said with a wink and you nearly fell out of your chair.

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wolfcha1k · 3 years

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Fear Has No Sense, a Fanfic

"What if they're not what I expected?" Ratchet asked her, propping his fist on his chin, contemplating the question once again.

Rivet leaned back on her palms before casting him a little look. "Well, was I what you expected?"

Ratchet has some unfinished questions he needs to get off his chest, who better to understand than his other half of the rift?

Author's Note: Important note, only thing I know about this series is Rift Apart, so kept my horizons very small for this story. Just was a little plot bunny that was nagging me, so I spewed it out. I'm hoping its not too sappy or ends too abruptly, stuff like that, as well as the whole "plz sound like you guys are in character" thing. Lemme know what you think, I love feedback.

She found him sitting on top of his ship outside a good distance away, seeming lost in thought. There was a celebration to be had, it wasn't everyday you saved two worlds and many more in what felt like a few short days. It'd been suspicious when Ratchet had wandered off, passed the fan fair and practically evaporated from the scene. She thought him to be a guy who loved a good party.

If you had asked Rivet she would have thought he'd used that Dimensionator to scurry off somewhere.

But thankfully he hadn't, she was rather done with dimension chasing for a while. Now she just wanted to relax and digest the peace she never thought she could have ever lived to see. It'd cost her an arm quite literally but within her bones she knew she would sacrifice it again to know the world was safe.

She put a hand on her hip, hesitant on interrupting what seemed to be a private moment. Music played muffled behind them from the celebration being had, far too peppy for the mood he seemed to be in. He didn't look sad persay, merely deep and lost in his thoughts, whatever they might be they were clearly making him chase his own tail in circles.

Taking a courageous breath, she took the plunge into the metaphorical rip tide. "Hey!"

His orange head turned to look at her, slowly blinking at her once the surprise wore off. "Oh, uh, hey." The moonlight made Rivet's fur burn silver.

"Yeah, uh, hi." Smooth, she told herself with a strained grin, waving a hand as she gestured at the space next to him. "Mind if I join you?"

"Sure, knock yourself out," Ratchet replied, shuffling away to make room. Rivet began to climb up, jumping onto the ship to sit down beside him.

Neither said anything, just exchanged a quick smile before glancing away to look at something else. She sometimes wondered how they could both have seamless and awkward conversations all at once. It wasn't like either of them were shy people, so what was it? They were pretty familiar with each other now too, unlike back at their first face to face introduction at Zurkie’s.

Instead of lingering on the nagging thought and joining Ratchet in his wandering mind, she spoke. "Nice night, huh?"

"Yeah, it's great to look at the stars and not see time and space tearing apart for once," he mused, jokingly as he recalled their adventure.

"Yeah, it's a major bummer when the dimensions collapsing on themselves ruins a good full moon," she joked back, smiling.

"Ugh, tell me about it." He shuffled his weight to get more comfortable, drawing his knee up. "I'm not complaining about retirement again anytime soon. Meeting you and Kit was a nice compensation though."

"Are you saying that because you like my company or because I'm another Lombax?" She copied his casual posture a moment, tipping her head to the side coyly.

"Uh… both?" He scratched the fur at his neck absently, shrugging a shoulder. "I don't know, I think I'd still like you even if you were a three eyed frog."

She gave him a look, amused. "You would make for an odd three eyed frog since we gotta match and all, so good thing you and me are Lombaxes."

"Yeah, yeah," he scoffed, large ears flat as he suppressed a snort. "Either way… it's nice not being, yanno, alone."

"Alone is something I know all too well," she told him with empathy highlighting her face and words. Of course, her loneliness had been different from what she imagined his to be like. He gave her a sympathetic look, the starlight reflecting in his gaze. "I never thought I'd actually meet someone like me… uh you?” She made something of a comical face. “It’s a bit over–”

“It's a bit overwhelming, huh?” Ratchet grinned at her when he realized they’d jinxed each other yet again. He suppressed a chuckle best he could but it was all for naught. “I think I owe you a lot of sodas at this point, sorry.”

“I could use the sugar so I’ll take you up on that offer, it's fine,” she joked, rolling her eyes with a huff. “Anyway, It’s been an adjustment period, yeah,” she replied with a sheepish look, grasping her palms together to distract herself. “My first impression wasn’t the most brilliant.”

“At least you knew how to say hi at all,” he teased her. “I didn’t peg you as the shy type.”

“Hey, neither did you!” She started in a firmer tone before it broke off into a more trickling voice. ”I don’t think I would have been able to break the ice if I didn’t have Clank,” she admitted, lifting her palm to scrub it down the back of her neck, embarrassed.

Ratchet still looked at her with a mixture of amusement and fondness. “Am I really that scary?”

“Depends how you define scary,” Rivet replied, giving him something of a knowing look that suddenly made him uncomfortable. She decided now was as good a moment as any, curious of just why he was out here. “So… uh, I’m not the best at this but…”

He sighed, already knowing what was coming when his smile came back in a more somber fashion. “My head won’t shut up,” Ratchet told her, not bothering to deny anything.

“Well, there is a really smart mouth attached to it.”

“Har, har, har, you’re funny,” he quipped, nudging her with a childish huff and pout. “I know I promised our pit stop but–”

“Is this about the other Lombaxes?” She was never one to beat around the bush, always direct, somethings ruthlessly so. Her words weren’t spoken harshly though, a gentle inflection to the question.

“Ah, sorta?” Rivet arched a brow at him in a telltale manner that made him doubletake his answer, backpedaling. “Okay, maybe a lot sorta.”

“You wanna elaborate?” She encouraged him, cocking her head with a curious blink of her intelligent eyes.

There was a pause, Ratchet taking the moment to figure out what he wanted to say. Rivet was patient, shifting between focusing on the intense frown of his brows to the matching frown on his lips. He eventually took in a breath and faced her.

“What if they’re not what I expected?” He asked her, propping his fist on his chin, contemplating the question once again. His eyes looked at the starry expanse of sky, endlessly stretching farther than the mind could imagine.

She leaned back on the back of her palms before casting him a little look. “Well, was I what you expected?” The words were laced in good humor and she grinned once she saw his startled face.

He wasn’t expecting that, big eyes round as an owl before he gave a grin of his own. Rivet was relieved to see it there, melancholy didn’t do justice to his face. “No, actually, you weren’t.” The words were honest but hardly negative, some warmth tingling them.

“I’ll assume that’s a compliment,” she teased him, her robotic hand making contact with his arm in a playful punch of camaraderie. She was sitting up again, elbows on her knees as she continued to speak. “And before you ask…”

“Ask what?” He rubbed at the spot where she’d socked him, wondering if she had any idea how much strength she really had in that cyborg hand and arm of hers. She must be a champion arm wrestler. “I think you’re pretty solid too. Those other Lombax would be dumb to not see it,” Rivet assured him and this time it was him who bumped shoulders with her.

It was only the pressure against her shoulder she felt from the nerve endings pressed into the machine, she’d lost the ability to feel much else since losing that arm despite his warm arm brushing against her. It was strange but she was used to strange. She almost had a phantom sensation of his touch.

“Thanks,” he chuckled before arching a brow playfully. “Are you reading minds now too?”

“If I’m you and you’re me, it’s a pretty obvious conclusion, right?” She challenged him, ears pricked forward.

“Man, that still makes my head hurt,” he exclaimed, pushing a palm against his forehead with a chuckle.

He wondered if there was more to that besides being shadows of one another, recalling Mags' diary entries of how other Lombaxes had been cast out into different pockets of time and space. To say the least, his mind wasn't ready in the slightest to start going down that rabbit hole just yet. There would be plenty of down time now to do so later, the excitement of peril was done.

They filled the silence that followed with what felt like calm and peace a good friend brought, content in the lull of the conversation; it didn’t feel suffocating or awkward.

Ratchet broke the quiet moment, his voice musing. “Yanno… for someone who’s been a real lone wolf, you sure know how to talk to people.”

“Hey, lone wolf doesn’t equal socially degenerate,” she quipped, shaking her head with a smile at him lifting a hand in mock defense. “Besides, I honestly get how you feel about… the whole scared of the Lombax thing.” She let her face become serious, brows furrowed as she rubbed her hands together. Ratchet could hear the purr in the motors of her robotic arm as it moved. “It wasn’t fair I threw that in your face back at Zurkie’s–”

Automatically he interrupted her, shaking his head and catching her gaze. “No, it’s alright. It wasn’t right of me to call you a coward either when you had your own fears.”

“Yeah but fear does nobody any good when it hurts people,” she told him, lifting her eyes to glance at her arm, seeing her reflection on the golden sleek metal. She turned back to him not long after, somehow feeling a sense of peace wash over her despite some of the jitters. “Guess fear just doesn’t make no sense sometimes, huh?” They shared a look, a somber smile on each other's faces.

“Yeah,” he agreed, sighing with something that almost sounded like a chuckle.

She took a moment to find what she should say next, knowing the conversation wasn’t going to end right there. A good friend did what she could to support each other, not snuff out their insecurities and ignore their needs. Her thoughts absently flew to Kit and Rivet didn’t want to make that mistake again. “Meeting you was honestly one of the most intimidating things I ever did, I can’t imagine adding to it an entire race of who knows how many more of us out there,” she confessed at last. "Fighting Emperor Nefarious was a cakewalk compared to that."

He studied her curiously, a bit surprised. Considering their argument prior to the conclusion of this whole mess, he hadn’t really expected her to have her own qualms about finding their kin. “You worry about what they might think of you too?”

“I mean, maybe a little,” Rivet started, trying to sound casual, being vulnerable wasn’t her strong suit but she was going to try her hardest. Breathing a sigh, she found her words again that were heavy on her tongue, relaxing the tension that had suddenly found itself coiled down her spine. “Well, I don’t anymore, least not like I did before we met,” she replied, meeting his eyes, mischief twinkling like a star. “You like me well enough, right?”

“You seriously need to ask me that?” He rested his elbow on his knee that was curled up close to his chest, the other leg comfortably laying under his relaxed slouch.

“That answers that,” Rivet said, sighing extravagantly in good humor before taking on a more serious tone. “Anyway, if one Lombax thinks I’m good enough, then that must mean others will think of me that way too. If not, well, then I got just the one and your approval is plenty for me.”

He smiled at her. “You think that highly of me? I’m touched.”

“Yeah, I do, and I’m not saying that because you’re the only other Lombax I know,” she told him, returning his smile with one of her own.

Ratchet seemed to consider his words, quiet for only a moment before he said anything. “Hey, Rivet?”

“Yeah, Ratchet?” “Thanks, for tonight, I mean. It helps,” he told her, appreciative as he met her eyes. “Kit and me dished some talk but guess I hadn’t gotten it all out, too much mayhem at the time.”

“It’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” Ratchet said, nodding his head.

They fell into a short silence, just looking at each other before Rivet decided to speak. "So… think you're finally ready for that little pit stop soon you promised me?" She arched a brow at him, a challenge he met with a toothy smirk teetering on a grin.

"I've been ready." He reached a hand out to her, bicep raised as Rivet met him halfway, robotic palm pressed into the glove of his as they met in a firm clap.

She squeezed his hand, mindful to not crush it with their arms pressed together from the grip. "That's what I like to hear."

"Good, because you'll be hearing a lot more from where that's coming, Rivet."

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hello,,,,,,,,, i saw the minho superhero thing you wrote and i really enjoyed it but also now i am so curious, is it part of a larger story?? i would love to know what's up with chan turning evil, how reader will deal with it/try to stop him, how much changbin knows, the way reader and minho's friendship will develop..... if you don't have plans for it though i understand, as a writer myself i know that it can be fun to just write something outside of any continuing projects and i won't try to pressure you 😅 either way, thank you for writing it and sharing it with us!!!!!!!!

hi!! there is a larger story to [the enemy of my enemy] but I don't think I'll ever actually write it in full, so if you'd like, there's a bare bones explanation of the plot under the cut :)

WARNINGS: death

alright so to answer the question of why Chan turns evil, it all goes back to how you got your powers in the first place. I never specified reader's powers in the blurb and tbh I still don't know what I want it to be, but the origins come from a science experiment gone wrong. You and Jeongin were at this exhibition thingy where some multi-million dollar company was introducing a machine that could re-form the ozone layer. Bam babam it went wrong! You and Jeongin were both hit by a myriad of chemicals and radiation and became -- as most doctors decided -- terminally ill. Chan, however, a biomedical almost-certified genius, never gave up on you two. You, Chan, Changbin, and Jeongin were all close since childhood, so Chan was not about to let some terminal illness take you and Jeongin away. Changbin "helped" but he was more of a computer/tech god than a doctor. Problem was, Chan did help you. His very illegal medical procedures redirected the bad shit in your body to become the superpowers you have now. You were saved. Jeongin was not. The same procedure that worked on you went horribly wrong with Jeongin. After that, you, Chan, and Changbin worked together as a team to try and help those affected by the blast, but Chan never quite recovered from what happened to Jeongin -- what he thought he did to Jeongin. (I mean he kind of did but you and Changbin really didn't hold it against him.)

ANyways eventually some villain comes along and convinces Chan that he can bring Jeongin back if he just does what the villain says. He gains powers from the villain somehow idk exactly and goes a little crazy knowing that he can bring Jeongin back (which is high key a lie but Chan is so destroyed by grief and regret that he can't see through it). As time passes the source of his powers slowly eats at his mind, and he recognizes the people he once loved less and less. By the time [the enemy of my enemy] takes place, he doesn't even realize that he's trying to kill someone he loved just to bring back someone he already lost.

As for how reader will deal with it... you really don't know. Unfortunately, you don't think you have it in yourself to fully eliminate Chan. You will always try to stop him from hurting others, but fighting him is hard. After every battle, you go back to headquarters and just collapse in Changbin's arms. You both mourn the loss of Chan and Jeongin, the friends you lost in the carnage in different ways. Sometimes, you hope Minho will just defeat Chan one day... because you're not sure if you can.

Changbin knows pretty much everything. He was there from the beginning, and now he's the only one you have left. You're also the only one he has left, so you two are probably the two closest characters in this au.

Then Minho and reader's friendship hmm... I think for a long while, Minho still doesn't know about your relationship with Mayhem/Chan, but he does become a lot nicer after the good luck charm thing. You guys go from constantly bickering to light teasing, to just being able to laugh with each other in that hospital wing. You keep the yellow bunny charm he got you and keep it next to the one from Chan. Minho never asks you about it -- asking about civilian life is just a silent no-no in the superhero world. Eventually Minho does find out. It's not dramatically during a battle or anything. I think that at some point you just feel comfortable enough to tell him.

That's all I've got! Thanks for being so curious :) it's really fun to think about plots like this even if I'll never write them

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