#even outside my au they would meet in the same circumstances

[keithsandwich]

I wish you would write a fic where... You go into Keith's perspective when he meets Maeve. It'd be cool to see how he views her.

Hey, love!! Thank you so much for this idea! I already have this one for the AU longfic I have for them (currently in hiatus, I need to give it more attention... And maybe post it here?).

Anyway, hope you don't mind it that it's already written! I'm putting the excerpts from when both meet her for the first time under the cut.

Her green eyes shone like emeralds, framed by long, dark eyelashes. Between her worried eyebrows, a black crescent moon was painted — the mark of a priestess, although he’d never seen it in black. Her hair was a combination of braids and loose waves, highlighting the captivating eyes. She leaned in close, whispering urgently unintelligible sounds, but Keith ignored them and reached out to touch a strand of her hair. It felt soft, nice and fragrant, and he smiled maliciously, but she caught his wrist and frowned. Her cheeks flushed with a sweet rose color, freckles dotting her skin. His smile widened.

"If you keep looking at me like this… I might have to devour… you… whole…" 

He used his last bit of energy to say it, his voice fading with those last words, as his conscience slipped away.

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A stinging pain woke Keith up from his slumber. He instinctively tried to sit up and shove the source of the pain away, but a small hand landed on his bare chest, keeping him in place.

"Don't move," the woman warned him, her green eyes locking at his for a moment before sliding down again to his abdomen. 

The crescent moon on her forehead… Was she a Caisteal na Sí’s physician? But…

His mind overflowed with confusion. He was used to waking up in all sorts of situations, usually awkward, embarrassing, or just troublesome ones, but most of the time he could at least tell where he was. And most of the time his body felt unharmed. Maybe with a hangover or just worn out, but definitely not like this. They shared the same body after all, and while he could humiliate him, he wouldn't try to kill themselves. Still, he felt physically terrible, as if he had been trampled and was sore throughout his body. But the stinging pain on his left side was excruciating, as if the priestess was ripping him open.

And as his eyes roamed through the room, he realized this place simply couldn't be in the high and bright Caisteal na Sí. The dark stone walls were illuminated by a small fireplace emitting crackling sounds. Some gray vines were growing from small openings underneath the wooden roof. The room looked tiny, tables held old books, herbs, apothecary jars and tools. He recognized his sword laid on top of a chest, along with his bloodied shirt and jacket. The open window let the dark foliage of the trees be seen, and a night sky smoothly illuminated by bright stars. Everything was simple and somehow cozy. The bed where he was lying wasn't the softest one, but it was warm and smelled of rosemary and some kind of flower.

"Relax," the priestess spoke again softly, and Keith realized she was holding a needle with a thread that was connected to his body. He shuddered and finally realized he had been gasping for air and sweating all along. She placed the needle to the side and reached for a bottle of green liquid. "Here, take this. This will numb the pain."

She gently touched the back of his neck, and he let her lift his head up, his lost eyes searching hers as he opened his mouth without thinking, a natural response to her placing the bottle against his lips. As she tilted the bottle and slowly poured the liquid, he felt the strong and hot taste of alcohol invading his senses and got startled, choking immediately and making her patiently hold the bottle away.

"I'm sorry… I…" he tried to talk between the coughing, his voice hoarse and difficult, and the pain on his abdomen making everything harder. "I'm so sorry, I don't think I… should drink… You know, alcohol…" His hands tried to gesticulate, but a shooting feeling in his left wrist caused them to halt.

"The spirits are good to soothe the pain,” her eyes widened with his refusal, as if she couldn’t fathom what was wrong with drinking alcohol. Then she sighed, and her tone became more compassionate. “And I know you’re in a lot of pain.”

He felt a tinge of warmth in his chest, which made him feel even more conflicted about the situation. Yes, the pain was almost unbearable, but what if he got drunk and lost the hold of himself? The stranger was being so gentle and innocent; maybe growing up in Néart made her oblivious to the effects alcohol could have. In that case, the guilt of saying, or worse, doing something inappropriate to her would be harder to bear than the pain.

"I just don't think it's safe to drink something so strong… while alone with a woman. I don't want to disrespect you." Keith looked away, incapable of facing her while saying those words. Silence prevailed between them, however, and he had to face her again to see if she had at least reacted to his statement. But the only difference he noticed on her features was a soft blush on her cheeks. Oh . He knew it. It was obvious he had already done something rude to her. He wished he could disappear from her sight. "I’m sorry… I already did, didn't I? I’m deeply sorry…"

Much to his surprise, the priestess gave the briefest of chuckles, and when he looked at her again her lips curled in a soft smile.

"Foolishness, don’t apologize for things you haven’t said yourself." Her words visibly confounded him. What did she mean by that? Did she… know? No, he couldn’t have been there for so long as to her figuring it out, and he wouldn’t simply say anything. Right? "Your loss of blood, your mind wasn’t really there, was it?" She elaborated, as to answer his silent questions.

The woman moved a little closer, so he couldn’t avoid looking straight into her eyes, and with a serious tone she said: "Listen, you’re hurt and vulnerable. If you do anything disrespectful I know exactly where to hit you."

The cold glass of the bottle touched his lips again, and again he obediently parted them, but this time Keith let himself swallow the strong liquid, and it burned like fire in his throat. He couldn’t even register the taste of it. It probably had herbs in it, given its green color, but the alcohol was so strong it stole away any other possible flavors of the liquor.

Her words still resonated in his mind. He was wrong deeming her defenseless. He didn’t know the first thing about her to pass that judgment. He was so embarrassed… again. Although, as the liquor numbed his mind and the heat rose tingly to his face that thought started to blur and lose its importance.

When she thought he had enough, the priestess put the bottle away and suddenly he felt her piercing him again with the needle. It was still uncomfortable and he groaned with the feeling, but as time passed he realized he was feeling less and less of that. Until it felt like nothing. Keith was floating in a sea of nothingness and he softly giggled. 

He could disappear without resorting to him, after all.

[...]

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The morning was filled with the cheerful songs of birds.

Keith snapped awake, his body suffused with warmth. As his eyes adjusted to the daylight streaming through the window, he noticed that his hand lay outside the blankets, tightly cradled in the delicate hand of the priestess. The warmth from her touch seemed to radiate through his skin, making his hand feel even warmer. Keith wondered how his hand had come to be entwined with the priestess' and why it felt so comforting.

The tide of confusing thoughts invaded Keith's mind again as he looked at her. She was sleeping with her upper body on the bed beside him, her face so close to their hands that he could feel her slow and paced breathing on his fingers. However, she was awkwardly sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, and Keith felt overwhelmed with guilt. He could sense the discomfort the priestess was enduring because of him, and it made him desperately want to get up and tuck her under the blankets where she was supposed to be, not him. But if he moved, she would wake up. Keith remembered the state of his body from the previous night and wondered if he was even capable of getting up at all.

He was such a failure.

And still, Keith felt an almost irresistible desire to move his hand and touch her flushed face. Her soft and warm skin seemed to beckon to him, but he knew he didn't deserve it, nor the comfort of her hand, or the trouble she had gone through to care for his wounds. Instead of reaching for her, his hand retracted, carefully sliding out of her grip. He silently prayed that the priestess wouldn't wake up from this motion.

The smooth tilt of his body to the side was a signal of his usual failure. The priestess slowly lifted her head, her heavy eyelashes fluttering as she blinked multiple times before finally opening her puffy eyes wide with a start. She was obviously tired, and it was his fault. In silence, she scanned Keith's face attentively before stretching and yawning casually.

His heart raced in his chest watching that intimate gesture, and to make matters worse, she smiled kindly at him.

"Good morning! Sorry I had to hold your hand. You were trying to pick at your stitches while sleeping, and I didn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself." She said nonchalantly, her voice hoarse from the slumber.

"Good morning, ah…" Keith said, trying to sit up. "I… I'm sorry I've been putting you in so much trouble."

The priestess promptly got on her feet to help, supporting his wounded left side. Her touch was like a half-hug, and he felt himself flushing all the way up to his ears.

"It's so embarrassing," Keith continued, ignoring the ache in his body. "Even when apologizing about causing you trouble, I just cause more trouble."

"Don't worry so much," she said, and their glances crossed quickly. He thought he saw her getting flustered too, but she turned her back and started moving around the hut. "I was trained for things like this. How are you feeling this morning?"

Keith slipped off the blankets and let his feet touch the floor. On closer inspection, he seemed like a mess. His white trousers were smeared with dirt and blood, ripped near his knees where lacerations on his skin were visible through the fabric. His arms were covered in bruises and scratches, and his wrist was wrapped in cloth from the sprain. The wound on his side looked worse than he had imagined, and he shuddered at the sight. Then he finally realized he wasn't wearing his shirt and felt embarrassed to be exposed in front of her now that it was no longer necessary. How rude… He quickly got up, feeling a little dizzy, but tried to hide it so as not to worry her.

"I'm… feeling better, thanks to your efforts…" he reached for his shirt, numbly dragging it on despite the lingering soreness. "I don't know how to repay you. You… you saved my life." It wasn't an exaggeration; Keith didn’t know how he ended up in the hut, but given how isolated it seemed, he figured he could have bled to death in the woods. "Oh, you saved my life and I don't even know your name…"

The dizziness washed over his mind along with the shame, and Keith almost stumbled back to the bed. The sudden smell of food made his stomach groan, and he felt somewhat relieved, concluding that the dizziness was probably just due to hunger.

"It's Maeve," she said, as if it wasn't something of importance. He opened his mouth, but no words came out when he realized she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she was focused on stoking the fire of the fireplace, where a pot was placed to heat up. She continued, "You don't have to repay me, Your Highness. I'm… fulfilling my duty as a sworn priestess of Jade."

[...]

#💖💖💖 #thank you so much oliver!!! #it was nice remembering this fic #even outside my au they would meet in the same circumstances #keith howell #my maeve #ikemen prince #ikepri oc

[2hightocare]

LOVE WAGER! 01

Synopsis: Meeting a crazy stranger who cuts in line, tries to tell you love like the books doesn’t exist—it’s whatever. You won’t ever see him again… right?

Pairings: jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: college au. strangers to friends to lovers. forced proximity.

Warnings: mentions of divorce parents, Jungkook lowkey being insufferable, banter, cussing, a little bit of them being enemies, nicknames, oc being a hopeless romantic at heart, Jungkook being lowkey a cynic… them meeting each other so many times, choking!

a/n: first chapter out!! Woohoo, I’ve been keeping them close to my heart for quite some time. Ever since I listened to “in between” by Gracie Abrams.. I was inspired to write them—the song is so them coded.💌

★ masterlist!

3 years ago…

You were a hopeless romantic.

Most people called it being delusional— by people, you mean the random stranger in front of you.

The first time you met Jungkook, not only did he cut in front of you in line, but he also started shit-talking about how delusional you had to be to think romance books were even remotely comparable to real life.

The line at the cupcake shop was long. You had been wanting to try the new chocolate-covered strawberry flavor from your favorite cupcake shop in the city. The shop was always full, but today it was packed to the bone— the line almost reached outside the door. The people sitting at the cute pastel-colored tables were even leaving because the space was getting so crowded.

It was a Friday, and you had just left school. Your black backpack hung loosely over one shoulder as you stared down at your phone, trying not to die playing Subway Surfers. When your phone died, you internally groaned.

You mentally rolled your eyes before looking forward, where the line was starting to move faster. You were probably the fourth person in line, which was good since you'd only been there for around twenty minutes. You slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans before reaching for the zipper of your backpack—pulling out the latest book you hadn’t finished reading amidst all the assignments teachers had been bombarding you with. You thought it was dumb, considering it was your senior year in high school—why not just let you off easy?

You zipped up your backpack before slipping it on, tucking in the small hair that fell into your face when you opened your book. You moved forward as the line advanced, not bothered by the conversations from everyone around you—it was like your own brown noise, which you usually looked up on YouTube whenever you wanted to act like the main character in a movie.

Romance books were your thing. The same went for movies; you loved a good romantic story with the most cliché plot in the world—it did it for you every single time.

Your dad had tried getting you into self-help books, fiction books, or even those thriller books where you had to guess who kills who. He would back this up with actually learning something from reading a book, and you tried all those genres, you really did. You were the most specific girl there could be; if the book didn't impress you within one chapter, you closed it and moved on.

You were basically in love with the idea of love, imagining someone doing all those things you had seen in movies and read about, which filled you with hope that someone could care and love you that way. Yes, you believed in soulmates; you believed that someone, somewhere in this world, was destined to be with you, no matter the circumstances. You believed that if two people were destined for each other, they would find a way to each other, one way or another.

“Hi, baby, you still haven’t ordered? The line is so fucking long.” A strange boy, who looked around your age or maybe slightly older due to his eyebrow piercing, spoke up. He had a navy blue cap with the Yankees logo on the front, and you could see small pieces of his hair. It looked like a dark brown, but at some angles, it looked black, so you thought maybe he dyed it. He was cute, with a sharp jaw and dimples, which you immediately noticed when they showed on his left cheek as he bit his lip, waiting for you to reply.

“I’m sorry—“ you started, only to be cut off by him. “I've been meaning to show you this, babe.” He cut you off before basically shoving his phone into your face. His phone showed his notes app open with a text that read, ‘Please act like you know me so I can cut in line; it’s so long, and I have somewhere to be.’

Your brows furrowed at the pleading guy. You had no clue what his name was, but he looked like he was seriously about to lose his mind if he had to wait another minute in line. You shook your head before nodding— a smile burst on his face.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to you, to which you only shrugged before closing your book. “What flavor are you getting, lovebug?” He said, his nose scrunching in disgust at what he just said. A small laugh escaped your lips since that was the cringiest shit you had heard all day, maybe even all week if you didn’t count your dad trying to write you a poem about his love for your cat.

“I want to get the new chocolate-covered strawberry flavor. What about you?” You said, your fingers fidgeting with the pages of your closed book. His eyes dropped to your hands as you moved up in line, now second in line.

“Is that your book?” He said instead of replying to your question. “Yeah, do you read?” A spike of excitement was clear in your face and voice, only to be squashed when he opened his mouth.

“Do you actually believe anything in there is remotely realistic?” He said nonchalantly before removing his cap, letting his fluffy hair fall in his face before almost immediately collecting it back, placing his cap backward this time.

“I—“ you stutter, your mouth slightly agape, not knowing how to reply without sounding dumb. Because, yeah, you strongly believed romance books were able to happen in real life if someone loved you enough. “Well.. I mean, love happens anywhere,” you shrug, but he only nods his head in a condescending way. Not only were you helping him skip in line—he was basically criticizing your view on love.

“Well, duh, love happens, but all that cringey shit is the dumbest thing our generation normalized. Like, nobody is going to confess their love with a microphone in the middle of a dance-off,” he scoffs. You didn’t understand why he actually looked like he seriously hated the idea of making gestures for someone you loved or cared about.

“Well, obviously, I find that stupid as well, but there are other gestures to show your appreciation and love for someone.” You turn your whole body to face him. He’s not much taller than you, maybe two inches if you really wanted to know, and the cap maybe added another inch, but that didn’t matter since your eyesight was eye level with his.

“Love is embarrassing,” he says, crossing his arms in front of him. You felt the lady behind you both, her eyes bore into you both, trying to figure out why the supposed couple were fighting about love.

“How is love embarrassing?” You scoff before turning around to look in front of you, at the back of the head of the man who was ordering.

“Because love makes you do embarrassing shit all the time; that’s the easiest way I can put it for you, ribbons,” he replies with a duh tone, raising his eyebrows at you, which you see from your peripheral vision.

“Ribbons?” You turn to him, your arms crossed over your book as you glare at him. “Pink ribbon. Don’t you think you look a little too old to be wearing bows?” A grin appears on his face as he casually points to the pink ribbon tied into a bow in your hair.

“The fuck? Not only did I let you skip the line, but you’re a) talking shit about my favorite genre, and b) making fun of me wearing bows.” You turn your full body to him, which he only raises his hands in defense, as if you had a gun pointed at him.

“Damn, my bad. I thought this was a free country; you know your amendments, right?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yes, I fucking know my amendments,” you reply, absolutely annoyed at him bringing history into this.

“Freedom of speech,” he says before walking in front of you to the cashier. You were annoyed, maybe even angry. How dare he talk shit and say freedom of speech when you just did him a favor.

“He cut in front of me,” you point to him as you tell on him to the cashier, his jaw dropping to the floor. “Did you just tell on me? What the fuck,” he side-eyes you as you just shrugged.

“I respectfully need to ask you to go to the back of the line,” the cashier says, shooting you an apologetic look. You bite on the inside of your cheek to contain the smile that is threatening to slip out, as he sends you a mocking face, which you return, because apparently, you both were literal children. He rolled his eyes before he walked off.

2 years ago..

The second time you met Jungkook, you almost died due to choking on your coke.

You and your best-friend, Amelia, sat in a booth, munching on pizza, while you hear her ramble about the latest drama on campus.

“I can’t believe he cheated on her. I was so shocked, like I couldn’t believe he would do that after he literally gave her a promise ring—I heard it was expensive as well, bro,” Amelia said, stuffing a French fry in her mouth.

Amelia and you had been best friends since your freshman year at Preston University. She ended up in your dorm room by mistake, until security escorted her to her corresponding room. You both even had your calculus class together, which ended in both of you ripping your hair out because you truly had no clue what the professor was talking about.

“Oh my god, you’re lying!” you gasped, taking a bite of your folded pizza. “Alexandra said she didn’t care, but apparently, she was crying at the frat party we were supposed to go to yesterday,” Amelia said, pressing her lips together with wide eyes. As you were about to reply, she gasped.

“Holy shit, babes, don’t turn around, but there’s this fine-ass guy behind you,” she said. Without thinking you turned your whole body to look at the guy she was talking about.

“Or just turn your whole body, I don't care,” she added, rolling her eyes.

“Wait, who?” you asked, staring at the group of boys in front of you. They were all cute, just not your type whatsoever. “He just turned around, so you can’t see his face, but the one with the black beanie,” Amelia whispered to you as she took a sip of her Dr Pepper.

As you stared at the back of the boy who was engrossed in a conversation with his friend, a loud laugh escaped his lips before he threw his head back, letting you catch a glimpse of his face.

“Oh, fuck, his laugh is hot as fuck as well,” Amelia said behind you, chewing on her crispy fries. “Do you think he has a girlfrien—“ The words melted from your mouth as the beanie boy turned around. “Yeah, he definitely has a girlfriend,” Amelia said nonchalantly, clearly not catching how your eyes widened, as you both stare at the boy who had cut in front of you in line three years ago.

He was taller, much taller, and he was built—you could tell even from his oversized long-sleeve shirt. As much as you wanted to disagree, he was undeniably attractive. The eyebrow piercing was still there, but it somehow looked better than when you first saw it.

“Ribbons?” he said, pointing at you with a chuckle, making you flinch for absolutely no reason. Amelia looked between both of you, trying to read the room.

“Mr. anti-romantic?” You fired back, a huge smile breaking out on his face before he excused himself from his friend group and made his way to your booth. “I see you got a nickname for me... I feel honored,” he said, pressing a palm to his heart dramatically before shooting a nod at Amelia, who waved with a small smile on her face.

You just rolled your eyes. He was the most childish person you had ever met, and that says a lot since this was only the second time you'd ever spoken to him. “I wouldn’t be so honored,” you mumbled, shooting him a tight-lipped smile as he shook his head with a low chuckle.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Amelia said out of nowhere, both you and the unknown boy's heads snap to the side as a smirk makes it’s way to his mouth, while you throw daggers at Amelia with your eyes for her blunt question. “I doubt he would ever hav—“ you start, only to be rudely interrupted by none other than Mr. anti-romantic himself.

“I actually do, and I was just about to meet her here, but I saw your friend and just had to come and say hello,” he said to your best friend, all while wearing a condescending smile.

“Oof, I feel bad for her,” you shrugged, before placing the straw of your clear cup in your mouth and sipping on your coke.

“Eh, she says I’m a pretty good boyfriend, not a hopeless romantic like someone I know,” he said, watching your eyes meet his before you tilted your head in a mocking way, which he picked up immediately.

“I wonder how you even got her to say yes to you,” you bit back, your eyes maintaining contact with his, not wanting to be the first to break it. But he was too good at it; you almost felt like crumbling into a ball from how intense his stare was.

“I guess you could say there are more ways to please a woman without love letters,” he said nonchalantly. You choked on your coke as the liquid went down the wrong pipe, making you start having a coughing attack.

His and Amelia’s eyes widened as Amelia immediately swatted the man who was right beside you. His hand made contact with your arm, raising it up in the air.

“The fuck are you doing?” Amelia said aggressively, side-eyeing him, as you basically died in front of their wondering eyes. You really didn’t expect him to just talk about his sexual life so openly without a care. You would want to crawl into a hole if your boyfriend ever talked about your private moments like that to anyone.

“My mom said if you put someone’s hand up, it makes your cough go away. I don’t fucking know! I’m not a doctor,” he shot back at your best friend as he raised your arm in the air. Your cough slightly disappeared as you tapped on your chest as if that would do anything to stop it.

“Are you good?” Amelia said as she basically hovered over the table. You felt the whole dinner's eyes on you as you tried to recover from the insane coughing fit you just had. “Y-yeah, fuck,” you coughed, your arms still up in the air from his hold. “I almost for real thought you were about to die. I already imagined myself behind bars,” he said, rubbing his unoccupied hand through his face with a sigh.

“Now I’m hoping I actually died,” you said, yanking your arm away from his grasp.

“We’re leaving, Amelia. Let’s go,” you said, standing up, collecting your jacket and bag, and pushing him out of the way, standing up beside him.

He hovered over you; you almost wanted to jump up to reach his height, but you were already embarrassed enough. So instead, you fixed your denim skirt before looking up at him.

“Well, it was so not nice to see you again, and hopefully we don’t get to meet again, Mr. anti-romantic. Goodbye,” you said as you sent him a fake smile his way.

You pulled on Amelia’s hand before she could say anything and walked out of the dining room without looking back at the boy who was standing in the same place, watching the girl he almost witnessed pass away by choking on coke from him even remotely bringing up sex.

A small chuckle left past his lips as he made his way to the table where his friends were seated.

“Dude, what the fuck happened? Why was that pretty girl coughing like crazy?” Taehyung said, eyeing the door through which you had just left.

Jungkook didn’t know why his heart picked up when his best friend called you pretty. He wasn’t blind; you were beautiful. When he first met you, you both were obviously much younger. If it wasn’t for how much you had grown into your face and the braces you once had were long gone, it would’ve been your aura that gave it away. You were more outspoken, which kinda took him back but sent a sense of excitement through his body.

“No clue. Just some girl I met in my senior year... kinda taken aback I ran into her again,” Jungkook said before picking up the menu from the table, looking for what food he should order. “Maybe it’s fate, bro,” Namjoon teased, which made Jungkook drop his menu on the table.

“You guys know all that shit is bullshit, right? It was just a coincidence. I’ll probably never see her again after this,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning backward onto the booth and crossing his arms in front of him defensively.

“Whatever you say, champion,” Hoseok whistled as he called the waitress.

Jungkook's brain immediately canceled out the noise as he started running through all the possible scenarios that would leave you both at the same place at the same time. His body shook from the possibility of it being fate; he hated the idea of the answer being anything besides actual proven fact. He didn’t care how cynical he might sound; he had trusted so many people in his life, including his parents, who always preached about love and honesty. But flash forward to him having to skip around each house of his parents every weekday and weekend. He hated how he believed them when they said love can get through everything. Absolutely not—divorce.

He just imagined your perfect household, two parents at the same home who still say ‘I love you’ to each other every chance they get. You get to read your books in your living room without a fight breaking out out of nowhere just because someone forgot to throw the trash out.

Love didn’t exist in his eyes. He believed in mutual respect. He doesn’t believe in the whole crazy in love charade. His girlfriend Haneul didn’t really want the whole whispering cute things in each other's ears or dancing under the moon either, and that’s why he chose her.

Plus, he wasn’t an asshole when it came to love when it came to other people. Did he want to ruin their moment and tell them they wouldn’t last? Yes—but he never does.

He saw how broken his mom was after the divorce. He thought about the idea of love and if someone came to love you, you would do anything in your power to not hurt them. It had been five years since his parents’ divorce, and everyone seemed to have moved on perfectly, while Jungkook watched how his perspective of love changed drastically over time.

He was glad that you didn’t have to go through what he had to go through, given your obvious naivety. That was entirely the only reason he shit-talked about love when he first met you, which was the most jackass move he could’ve done, especially after you let him skip the line. But after you told on him to the cashier like a little child, he was thinking of actually tackling you.

Either way, it didn’t matter for him to be worrying or thinking about you in the first place, when he didn’t even know your name. Plus, he would never see you again, that’s for sure.

Present day..

Psychology class was your number one nemesis. You literally begged the counselor to let you have another class that wasn’t psychology. Not only did he laugh, but he said it would do you good. In your mind, he basically called you crazy—maybe you did need the class after all.

As you huffed and puffed to your last class of the day, you fixed your glasses on your face and tightened the high ponytail with the white ribbon that matched the outfit Amelia helped you pick out. You pushed open the door to the class and were greeted by half-empty seats and no professor, giving you the option to choose where you sat.

You were a middle-seat row girl, unable to see far away without your glasses. You also avoided sitting too close to the front, fearing teachers would call on you.

As you took a seat in the chair, a body sat beside you without a word. You didn’t even care to look as you took out your laptop from your backpack, worrying about how this year’s professor might be. You had heard from last year’s students that the teacher might have been the devil’s spawn.

While you were finally seated, you moved your head to your left to see the body next to you engrossed in their phone. Your jaw dropped as you were met with none other than Mr. Anti-Romantic.

“What the actual fuck, are you stalking me or something?” you said, absolutely baffled by how many times you had run into him and from all the empty seats, he decided to sit next to you.

He immediately raised his head from his phone, his eyes widening as he stared at your obviously angry face. “Ribbons? What the actual fuck, I didn’t realize that was you,” he said, throwing his head back in shock.

“You had to know it was me, why else would you sit beside me?” you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of you. He looked the same as the last time you saw him, except now he had a full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, and the eyebrow piercing was long gone.

Now that he was closer to you, you could see the small mole he had under his lip and the scar on his cheek. His hair was shorter and black, but classroom lights deceived, so maybe it was fully brown, but you didn’t dare to ask.

“Don’t think you’re special, Ribbons. I just can’t see from the back, and in the front, teachers always pick on you to talk in front of the class, and I’m trying to avoid that,” he explained, having the same process as you, but unfortunately, the other half of his brain didn’t process the idea of love.

“Are you sure you have the right class?” you bit out, hoping he had walked into the wrong class and would have to leave immediately. You seriously couldn’t even wrap your head around the fact that he was here and that he went to the same university as you—this being the first time he had seen you around campus.

“Psychology class A65,” he side-eyed you as you rolled your eyes and faced the board, trying your best to ignore his presence.

“You know you can just move to another seat, right?” he said, pointing to all the empty seats beside you. Your head slowly turned to the side to face his face as he gave you a tight-lipped smile.

“Why would I move when I was here first?” you scoffed his way as he shrugged, indicating that he couldn’t care less. “’Cause I truly don’t care, but you obviously seem affected by my presence, so Ribbons, pick your seat,” he pointed to the available seats.

You imagined the easiest way you could kill someone, but tackling him to the ground at this exact moment might bring attention to you both, so you just breathed out of your nose before giving him a fake smile and rolling your eyes.

“I’m not leaving, and for your information, I’m perfectly fine and not bothered by your presence whatsoever,” you said, trying your best to seem as calm and collected as possible.

“For your information…” he mocked beside you, trying to imitate your voice before chuckling. “I swear, Ribbons, I can see smoke coming out of your ears and nose,” he laughed.

“Stop calling me Ribbons,” you gritted your teeth, already at your limit.

“What else do you want me to call you? I don’t know your name, and you’re still wearing ribbons, I can see,” Mr. Anti-Romantic pointed to the white ribbon in your hair. You rolled your eyes before sending his calm, collected figure a scanty smile.

“Y/n,” you said, tilting your head to the side, as if asking him to tell you his name. “I like Mr. Anti-Romantic, not gonna lie,” he bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter as you were about to lose your composure at any moment.

“You aggravate me, and I don’t know why,” you mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear—but he did, loud and clear. “Jeon Jungkook,” he said, and before you could reply, the professor strode in, wearing the weirdest clothes you could imagine.

“She looks like that one crazy Victorious teacher,” he whispered softly, only for you to hear, smugly bending downward so you could hear better. A small laugh left your lips. “Sikowitz?” you whispered back as both of you stared forward at the professor, who was talking about the syllabus. “Yeah, spot the difference: hard level,” he whispered.

You looked down at your hands, trying to hide the amusement on your face.

For the rest of the class, you guys didn’t talk whatsoever, and honestly, you wouldn’t know if he tried, since you were absorbed in whatever Mrs. Calderon was saying.

“So, here’s where you start hating me, I’m giving you guys a project,” she said, leaning on her desk, making the desk creak. You could hear small groans from students around you, but not loud enough for her to hear.

“It will be a partner project, which I chose randomly, and no, I’m not changing them. I want you guys to be able to work with whomever, no matter what,” she said, a sense of dread passing through you.

“I would email each and every one of you what the project is about. It is due at the end of the quarter, so I better not hear, ‘I didn’t have time, Miss,’” Mrs. Calderon said before picking up a sheet of paper.

"Here are the partners, so after class, come and check who your partner is so you can start talking about what you both will do." With that the bell ringing, everyone stood up and rushed to the paper, including yourself. You held tightly onto your backpack strap as you waited for people to move out of the way—half of the people bitched about who they got, they couldn’t possibly be that bad.

Your heart dropped to your ass as you read your name—Jungkook squished beside you, looking for his name, only to find it where your finger was already on.

You got paired up with Jungkook. What kind of fuckery was this?

As Jungkook read "Y/n Y/ln & Jeon Jungkook," he couldn’t believe his eyes. He almost lost his mind when he realized it was you when he sat next to you, but he tried his best to act unaffected. However, this was too much of a "fuck you" sign from the universe—Jungkook didn’t think he did something so horribly to be rewarded like this.

What the fuck were the odds, and how could he scientifically prove that it’s not the universe trying to mess with him?

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[backtoyuta]

NCT 127 college series- how you first meet

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

warnings: none

A fluffy 127 drabble where Yuta is a flirty sob. No smut but a tad suggestive- 1 in the where you meet 127 at college series

I will never get over college aus. They are my bread and butter.

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Yuta was one of those unlikely friendships that blossomed in potentially the most disastrous of settings. You hated group projects with a passion, there was always one that was super disorganised, and you felt the immense pressure of not being that person in question too. You remember vividly your tutor reading out the list of names- perking at the sound of your own and then flicking your eyes instinctively to Yuta when his was called promptly after.

You glanced away quickly when his aloof expression trained on you, his eyes observing but face unchanging. You scrambled for your belongings as soon as the lecture was over, one of your group-mates muttering about making a group chat with a sullen tone. It would be a little while until Yuta and yourself spoke, your only interaction being the insane sexual tension when it was just you two on the google slides at 1 in the morning.

"This seat free?" Chimed a voice from beside you, Yuta sank into the seat after you shook your head no and shoved some of your stationary aside on the table, the sound a little too awkward and loud for a library.

"I see you were pulling a late one last night," he continued playfully, his tongue pushed to the inside of his cheek as he opened his laptop- something he did a lot.

"I could say the same for you... How's the research going?" His eyes twinkled hearing your reply and his slender fingers typed rapidly. He showed you his research proudly, a substantial amount of work and organised neatly- thank God someone was pulling their weight.

"Let's see what you have" and he leaned closer to see your screen, causing a waft of his cologne to hit you subtly. You let him scroll through your slides, the corner of his mouth turning up at your intelligent use of jargon.

"Wow... Nice Y/N, very nice"

"Oh it gets even better."

"Oh?"

"yeah..." You pulled up your bibliography and sat back, his expression twisting and he let out an exaggerated groan, causing you to laugh and shush him simultaneously, all the while glancing around at anyone hearing your conversation.

"Cited sources, that's what gets you going?" You scoffed sarcastically, eyeing him up and down.

"Listen, my group last time had me in the trenches... I was the backbone of the whole thing." He jokingly shuddered and you laughed at his quip, the two of you settling down and continuing to work on your portions of the work. Your time working together was time you got to know each other beyond an acquaintance in your class. Being with Yuta was thrilling, mostly because he was the type of person you knew you would never have been friends with outside of these circumstances. He was a creative, opinionated, and had a torturous sense of humour- something he adored weaponizing and using to make you squirm.

He couldn't help but coo internally when he would spout an abundance of lies, and watch you intently as you went through the motions of nodding naively, process what he said and then playfully go to hit his chest lightly while he laughed and dodged you in satisfaction. You became accustomed to strolling over to the library to work together, sending him sly texts when you saw him pop up on google slides, and exchanging smiles when you caught him with his group of friends. Occasionally he liked to drag you over for a chat, sling an arm around your shoulder and keep you there until you could say your goodbyes and continue on to wherever you were going.

The tension only increased when you progressed to working at each other's dorms. It was hard to tell which was the lesser of two evils; all your friends in your flat were nosey and wanted all the details about the hot guy you brought round to study with, and Yuta lived in a stereotypical guy-dorm. Today, you opted for skilfully dodging the pizza boxes piled by the door and let yourself be led down the narrow corridor into Yuta's compact, but relatively tidy room.

Yuta settled on his bed with his back leaning against the wall, beckoning you to come and sit beside him while shimmying his laptop and books out of his bag. As soon as you were sat, the air became a little thicker, his form was incredibly warm against yours in the small room and his signature scent that always clung to him was much more potent in his space.

Yuta was always very frugal and complicit with physical contact; he had no issue with his friends resting, leaning, clinging on him, so you tried very hard to pay no mind when he pressed his side up to yours to place the laptop between you. You had to force your heartrate to slow and for your hands to stop shaking when he handed you a piece of paper, the tremor catching his attention- to his delight.

"Am I making you nervous?" His tone felt a little too serious, and his voice was a little lower than the clear tone he usually sang out.

"No." You replied, a little too quickly, and you caught the smirk gracing his features in the reflection of the laptop screen. "It's probably the coffee... I'm fine." You made a point of shoving a pillow behind your back and cracking on, Yuta's chuckle sounding in the mostly quiet room. He didn't budge an inch, his jeans still pressed up against your leg and the slightly bony part of his shoulder level with your head.

You were working efficiently, the sun had set a while ago so Yuta illuminated the room with a lamp, casting a warm glow. At some point you became quite lethargic, the warmth of the room and Yuta being so close was like a blanket, and the quietness that was interrupted minimally by the soothing sound of typing caused a fog in your brain. Your eyes continued to close against your will, and you had to force the yawns away while trying to subtly jerk your body awake.

"Why don't you just take a nap?" Yuta laughed lightly, watching your eyelids flutter. He couldn't suppress his giggle, his shoulder shaking causing your head to almost vibrate when he noticed you had typed a stream of full stops and commas in your writing; you must've left your fingers on the keys when you dozed off for the umpteenth time.

You only grumbled in response, determined to shake the tiredness off, but that was proving impossible. Ignoring your light whine of confusion, Yuta brushed his fingers over your thigh as he lifted your laptop off your lap, and lightly pushed your shoulder so you were resting horizontal with your head nestled in a pillow.

"I won't bother you." Yuta smiled, his eyes still trained on his work. He tugged your T-shirt down once in a gentle manner from where it had ridden up your back, and you almost flinched where his cool fingertips came into contact with your exposed skin. Your heart was fluttering at being casually manhandled, but you let out a quiet sigh of agreement when you settled into the mattress, your eyes closing automatically.

You woke disorientated, the light outside gone completely and the only parts visible was the illumination of street lights and buildings. Yuta was slouched in his desk chair, a book open in front of him but he was watching some kind of sports game in Japanese on his laptop on the lowest volume.

"What time is it?" You grumbled, still confused, dehydrated, too hot and tangled in blankets.

"Late. I'll walk you home... You want something to eat?" Yuta rolled his chair over to where you were sitting up, reaching out casually to move some of your hair that had become mussed back to their original position. The mention of food made you conscious of how hollow your stomach felt and you nodded sleepily, head bowed at how Yuta looked at your endearing form shyly.

You did get some food, and after Yuta helped you gather together your belongings that had scattered around the bed he held your jacket open for you to slip your arms in, flung your backpack over his shoulder and walked you out, making casual conversation on the way home.

The time eventually came to show your group presentation, and he smiled widely at you when you sighed out, relieved the whole thing was over and done with.

"You should come over tonight," he spoke seriously, those infamous dark eyes looking you up and down as he poked his tongue into the inside of his cheek

"The presentation is over Yuta, we can chill." You squirmed under his gaze, but made a point of throwing him a friendly smile as if to part ways, grabbed your bag and turned to exit.

Before you could turn fully, Yuta reacted quick and grasped your hoodie-clad wrist lightly, preventing your leave.

"Hm? I didn't mean to work." His tone was light hearted but his expression was almost sinister, his eyes glinted and mouth quirked into a smile… and he was still holding your sleeve. Letting the last of the class stragglers pass by behind you and out the door you felt your stomach flip in excitement and your knees shake. Yuta continued to stare you down, taking a sadistic enjoyment at you blush and fumble to try and formulate an answer.

The lecturer rushed out a goodbye and also disappeared out the door of the lecture theatre, leaving you entirely alone in the aisle nearest the exit; the rows and rows of seats looking vast and empty now it was just the two of you. You stepped back towards the wall to gain some distance, purely out of self preservation, but Yuta leaned up casually on the wall behind you. He wasn't a whole lot taller than you, but his dominance was omnipresent as he waited patiently for your answer.

“Yeah… sounds… good” the words catching in your throat slightly. He chuckled again, his dark expression mollifying into something more friendly. The air turned stiff as he acknowledged your answer, it was like he was completely aware of his effect on you and wanted to exploit it as much as was in his power.

"See, I do make you nervous." He smiled, once again amused at how you bore his torment. You shook your head slightly and dared to look at his dark eyes that glinted down at you. At this point you easily could've slipped away, he had let your wrist go, but the thrill of the moment was keeping your feet firmly planted. You wanted to prove he didn't turn you into the puddle he was so sure he did. Even if your from was melting under his gaze as we speak.

"You're delusional." You muttered, your face twisting into an expression of mirth as he breathed out a laugh through his nose, and he leant his upper body lower to be closer to your ear.

"Am I? So it doesn't bother you when I do this?" He feigned innocence despite one hand still placed on the wall to entrap you and the fingers of his other hand trailing up your clothed spine. He forced a leg between the two of yours, effectively parting them and leant so close to your ear that you could feel his cool, minty breath tickling your neck.

He muttered something in Japanese, his mother tongue spilling from his lips fluidly and sensually, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear caused your hair to stand on end. He trailed his hand up further behind you and toyed with your hair, and he punctuated his words with a snicker as your breath caught. Your body contradicted itself, trying to escape the ticklish feeling of his fingers on your back but also wanting to refrain from giving him a reaction at all. You were absolutely certain that whatever he murmured so wickedly in your ear was the most perverted thing he could muster, his teasing expression gave you that much, but you breathed a sharp breath and once again looked up bravely.

"Nope." You popped, deadpan, but still fighting the urge to shiver and shimmy away from his expert touch.

"No?" Leaning in again, he muttered more in a foreign language. His tone was practically purring as he bemused at your confused expression, and reached the hand that was walking up and down your spine to your head to move some hair off your face.

"What are you saying?" You questioned defeated, your tone a little whinier that what you would have liked but his sultry actions were making a potent mixture of heat and frustration pool in your stomach.

"Can I show you?" He offered, his eyes searching yours for an ounce of discomfort. You relaxed your body in his hold and once again a devilish smirk pulled at his features. He looked down intently at your lips as you nodded naively at his request, the syrupy feeling you had before morphing into something more needy and you squirmed slightly when he leaned down and kissed you.

You let him take the lead as he moulded his lips with yours, your hands pressed against the wall awkwardly as he overpowered you. Sensing your awkwardness, he slid his hand from your bicep, down your forearm and grasped your hand lightly to bring it up and place it on his shoulder, never removing his lips from yours. Using his prompt, your wound the hand he had manoeuvred towards the warmth of his neck and placed your other hand lightly on his chest, while he snaked his arms around you and kept you close; his hands working with pure experience and expertise.

The sound of students chatting down the hallway, right outside the door caused you to pull away and turn your head towards the noise. Yuta loosened his grip from your body but took your chin between his thumb and index finger to force you to face him again, and pressed a languid kiss to your swollen lips.

"We won't mind them." He spoke for the both of you, his dominance once again coming to the forefront.

"Are you always this bossy?" You complained jokingly, allowing him to kiss you once more. He pulled away and left some ticklish kisses on your jaw and neck, nothing that would leave a mark, only stopping to laugh at your comment and peer at your flushed face.

"Are you always this compliant?" He sassed back, the tone light hearted but the implication hung heavy between you.

You raised your eyebrow at his question and summoned some fire from your flustered form to quip back at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You wiggled with more defiance, signalling that the two of you should leave now and he followed your suit, detangling his arms from you and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

He didn't reply to your statement, only opened the door and held it for you over your head. You fell into step together as he walked you out of the lecture hall, a hand deftly reaching down to clasp yours and continue to walk like that. His domineering presence kept you wary and excited, as you followed him back to his dorm you could only wonder where the events of the day would take you.

#boyfriend!nct #nct #nct drabbles #nct fluff #nct yuta #nct scenarios #nakamoto yuta #yuta x reader #yuta nakamoto #nct 127 #nct suggestive #nct college au #college au #lee taeyong #johnny suh #moon taeil #kim doyoung #jung jaehyun #kim jungwoo #mark lee #lee haechan

[thekristen999]

Writing Patterns

I was tagged by @exhuastedpigeon Thank you!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I set-up the tone of the story right at the get-go, at least, I think I do. I'm not best at analyzing my own words :)

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All Buddie.

A Light in the Darkness  (one-shot, just vibes, post-apocalyptic)

His coordination is off; fat-feeling fingers fumbling with his turn-out coat, the snaps refusing to work. Exhausted, Eddie gives up wrestling with the damn things, yanking at the bottom until all the snaps come undone like the rest of him.

Follow You Into The Dark (one-shot, hurt/comfort, suspense,)

The moment the alarm blared, all the hair along the back of Eddie’s neck stood on end. He didn’t need to check his watch. It was after midnight, maybe one or two in the morning. It was always around the same time. He’d bet a month’s paycheck this would be a three-alarm fire at an abandoned building under suspicious circumstances.

Cutting The Ties That Bind (multi-chapter, mafia AU,)

It’d been three days since the brakes on his car had gone out. There was an active factory recall regarding the master cylinder on the same make and model Buck owned, but his uncle didn’t believe in coincidences. So, Buck suffered the indignity of being chauffeured in the back of a giant SUV like a teenager.

We All Fall Down (one-shot, missing scenes, post 6.18)

Sounds filtered through his muddled brain. Radio static. Heavy breathing. Metal creaking—no groaning. Or was that him? Was he groaning? Why was he—

Tick...Tick...Boom (one-shot, hurt/comfort)

It was a good day when all their calls ended in success. An automobile accident and an incident involving a large sinkhole resolved with only minor injuries. If they took 10th street back to the firehouse, then his and Eddie’s shift would end, and they could find some alone time.

We’ve Got Fun & Games (one-shot, humor, Amazing Race)

Giddiness ran through Buck’s veins. He stretched his arms, his hamstrings, even his calves.

Eddie, on the other hand, leaned against a tree wearing a lazy smile like he was waiting on a weather report.

Not Today  (one-shot, backstory)

The first time Eddie encountered death was at his Tía Lula’s bedside. He held her limp hand, whispering thanks for all the times they baked cookies together, for the days spent outside in her lazy hammock, or playing with her cats.

bro·ken (multi-chapter, S3 AU, diff first meeting)

The last place in the world Buck wanted to be was in one of the worst neighborhoods in the middle of the warehouse district. But his rent was due in a couple of weeks and his savings account was already depleted. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

The Shape Of Water (one-shot, backstory, hurt/comfort)

Pennsylvania was made up of trees and mountains. Every day was just another shade of gray.

We're In This Together Now (one-shot, hurt/comfort)

Eddie stared out through the window of the fire truck counting the number of billboards rushing past. Occasionally, he risked a glance in Buck’s direction, confirming that Buck was also staring out a window. Both trying to ignore the other.

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#buddie #first lines writing meme #evan buckley #eddie diaz #kristen999writes

[kirimoochi]

★ nerves.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; after the disbandment of your k-pop group OZEAN, you establish STR alongside your friends with the help of former musician ACER. with him as your producer, your curiosity about him leads to a change in your work-relationship.

⤷genres/warnings; smau, band/idol au, slow burn, secret identities, pining, fluff, angst, somewhat dirty humor (from childe), social media drama, scandals, harrassment, sfw, fem!reader.

⤷masterlist; previous + next.

stepping out of the car, you took a deep breath. you were holding onto your cardigan with the tips of your fingers as you were being ushered into the studio. a large crowd of people was flowing into the room, many of them carrying cameras or equipment. turning your head side to side, you attempt to find acer.

the chances are extremely slim. you hardly met him outside of work hours and even during live performances, he would always stay behind a closed door. the most you’ve seen of him was from his twitter posts. but would you be able to find him with just his hand? probably not. 

you’ve heard rumors that some of his closest friends knew what he looked like, and the thought of you not being within that circle made you hesitant to pursue him. you wanted to be a little more than just coworkers with him. but you fear that with the way the media works, and the unfortunate circumstances of your meeting, you might never be able to step out of this company relationship. 

you weren’t just (name) to these people. you were STR LUNA. cofounder of STR with ACER. fiddling with the ends of your clothes, you continue to lean your head over waves of people, trying to look for anyone who would guide you. it seemed that everyone in the company was scrambling to get last-minute set pieces ready. and from the corner of your eye, you could see a few figures carrying large, expensive dresses. 

your stomach was beginning to feel a little jittery. could you be seen on the same page as some of these other a-list celebrities? while lumine’s words made sense to you at the time, your feelings now were beginning to overflow with doubt. you silently pinched yourself on the arm, sucking in a deep breath. you are STR LUNA. you were here to represent your brand, and promote your recent single.

stepping further into the room, you introduced yourself to a few of the assistants scattered around the area, asking about today’s schedule. they were dressed professionally with name badges hooked onto their breast pockets. one of them smiled at you before introducing themselves as yoimiya, an intern working with teyvat vision. she excitedly held onto your hands as her eyes sparkled.

“i can’t believe i’m meeting STR LUNA in the flesh!” she says, her body trembling with happiness. “my friends and i were huge fans of OZEAN! i was devastated to hear narukami records was shutting down, but thank goodness that you were able to rebrand!” 

she starts to fan her face as if the room was getting hot. “i know OZEAN wasn’t as big as people wanted it to be, it was definitely one of my favorites. i loved your performance when you were called JUNI.” 

“your music as STR LUNA has really helped me out when i was in a pinch. i can’t just,” she inhales, “i’m meeting you! god, i’m so excited and out of breath seeing you here. i’m so happy.” it takes everything within her not to spill her guts out to you. 

“oh? really?” you chuckle, raising your hand to cover the lower half of your face.

to this day, gratitude has always left you a little speechless. from someone who had previously failed as a trainee for narukami records, being put on stage as leader, a role that had been unexpectedly forced into your hands… it still comes to you as a surprise that people enjoy your presence, even more so with your rather experimental music. it makes you a bit emotional.

it takes you a little while to compose yourself. your hand quickly raises itself to wipe away at the side of your eyes. you reach out to shake her hand one last time, noting the warmth that alluded from her. if her smile couldn’t get any bigger, it just did.

“thank you, yoimiya, it means a lot to me.” 

from this singular interaction, your mood begins to brighten. lumine was right about what she said. there were people looking up to you, and you can’t ignore them. she quickly gestures to you to the other side of the room, taking you by the hand and guiding you through the studio.

she asks you if you need water before they usher you into your new clothes. you could only mumble out a small response until you were pushed into the changing room.

you open the door, turning left and right. from the corner of your eye, you attempt to make out his figure from the crowd. he said he was wearing all black today. was that hint necessary? everyone on set was wearing black. finding him would be like finding a needle in a haystack. or a potato in a basket of more potatoes.

perhaps he wanted to mess with you a little. pressing your lips together, you sigh. despite that, you were still hoping to see him. tilting your head back, you could see someone talking to the photographer. 

from head to toe, he was dressed in black. but what set him aside from the rest of the crew members was his platinum hair that peeked out underneath his bucket hat. it was tied into a small ponytail. albeit a little crooked and leaning to the side. could it be? or were you being delusional again? you tighten your grip on your phone as you straighten your back. 

taking a few steps forward, you’re stopped when he turns around slowly. his maple-colored eyes make contact with yours, and beneath the thin, black mask, he smiles.

if time could stop, perhaps it would be at this moment. when the crowds dispersed just slightly for you to see the shape of his body and the gentle expression on his face. the small moment in which you’ve acknowledged him, just as he does with you.

and you could feel yourself getting nervous.

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#₊˚ ᗢ STRDOM #₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha smau #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha smau #kazuha kaedehara smau #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #genshin modern au

[mirananananan]

intro & fic masterlist

hi & welcome to my blog which consists mostly of me screaming about the last of us, more specifically joel & ellie. i also enjoy a fair amount of other fandom content (ted lasso, succession, harry potter, marvel, some musicians, etc), so expect occasional reblogs outside of tlou.

my name is miranda (she/her), and i am back on tumblr and ao3 after an approx. 10 year hiatus, so it has been really fun finding joy in this again after so long! my asks are always open, as are my dms! i love meeting and talking to people on here!

speaking of, i write tlou fic and post on ao3 when i have the time and inspiration! i absolutely love found family dynamics, angst/fluff, and giving these beautiful characters who i love so much some softness and happiness.

masterlist:

ONE-SHOTS:

you were wrong (my healing needed more than time) - ellie and joel adjust to life in jackson. joel is having a harder time than he thought he would...and he somehow forgot how hard it is to be a parent (3.9k words)

what would it feel like to put this baggage down? - the progression of joel & ellie's relationship through conversations they have while he does her hair (7.4k words)

routine - there is a break in ellie's routine, and the entire day spirals from there. set in modern au in which 7-year-old ellie was adopted by good parents joel & tess, the beautiful verse set up by this fic (4.6k words)

twenty year dark night (now i see daylight) - joel remembers a series of core parenting memories with sarah as he navigates being a parent to a very different child under very different circumstances (11k words)

a place in a brand new world - joel tells ellie the truth after a few months in jackson. she struggles with forgiveness, complicated further by having a hard time coming to terms with what her place is in joel's life. ft. good uncle tommy, feelings of inadequacy for ellie, and joel waiting patiently to pick up the pieces (5.4k words)

we don't get too long (that's why i'm holding on) -  ellie's getting older, and so is joel. lots of things are different, but plenty is the same. ft. aged-up ellie and joel; everyone lives, no one dies jackson fluff (2.4k words)

i had the best day with you today - the pumpkin patch/fall vibes fic i dreamt up one day while listening to "the best day" (taylor's version) by taylor swift (5.1k words)

a home that leads me back to you - whumptober 2023 promt #3: "like crying out in an empty room, with no one there except the moon" | solitary confinement | "make it stop"

SERIES:

modern sisters au -

modern setting au in which joel is a single dad to his two teenage daughters, sarah and ellie.

daughters - in another universe, joel has both of his girls together, minus the apocalypse. aka, the modern au in which sarah & ellie are sisters (2.3k words)

on my side (even when i was wrong) - sarah and ellie attempt to pull off a scheme to keep joel from finding about ellie's school troubles. he finds out anyway (4.5k words)

the better version of our past - joel and tess agree to smuggle a six-year-old named ellie to the fireflies in exchange for gear they need to get west in joel’s search for tommy. when they discover she is immune and what the fireflies plan to do with her, there is a change of plans.

takes place about 8 years before canon. tess lives, family is found, ellie gets a post-apocalyptic childhood.

the past coming back (pt. 1) - main story. an alternate universe/timeline where joel & tess meet ellie eight years earlier under similar circumstances (30.7k words)

the future looks good (pt. 2) - a little extra of ellie’s pov at bill & frank’s (set in chapters 3-4 of part 1 of series). ft. ellie's process of starting to trust joel & tess even though she's never really known trustworthy adults (2.2k words)

just tryin' to find my way to you (pt. 3) - ellie gets sick while settling in jackson. joel worries too much. ft. the healing powers of candy land (7.1k words)

today is another day to find you (pt. 4) - joel makes a guitar once they're settled into jackson. ellie is absolutely smitten, but tess is even more smitten with her family and the moments they enjoy together (2.7k words)

time cutting me open (then healing me fine) (pt. 5) - tommy convinces joel & tess to take a "vacation" so that he can activate good uncle tommy mode. it goes about as well as could be expected. ft. ellie's separation anxiety, tommy doing his best, and lots of fluffy comfort for all (6k words)

i found you under an april sky (pt. 6) - during her early months in jackson, ellie learns what it means to be loved, have a family, and a place to call home (6.4k words)

a flower bud in concrete (pt. 7) - the miller family grows within the safe walls of jackson. tess & joel decide to have a baby now that they are in an environment that is normal enough, and ellie has mixed feelings about being a big sister (14.3k words)

just stand still (pt. 8) - ellie is 14 now and experiencing some major growing pains. ft. aged-up tpcb ellie, heavy angst, and canonical violence/traumatic events, but also the incredible miller family there to help make it all better (25.3k words)

#blog intro #most used tags: #tlou #fic writing #joel & ellie #tlou fanart #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #tlou fic

[incognito-lionbeast]

more meta abt Shen Jiu from my AU, because I just wanna talk about it some more rly. Because I feel like I’ve only really explained the broader strokes of his motivations.

Because it’s not really that he’s suddenly forgiven Yue Qingyuan? Not entirely? There’s still work to be done there before he can fully & truly manage that. If anything, Shen Jiu’s actually kind of still avoiding his trauma in new & interesting ways. It’s true that he’s less angry than he was before--that he’s come to terms with some of it. That he wants to move on, but he hasn’t, really? Not in the way he’d like to suggest.

Twelve years and having a better childhood the second time around did a lot to calm him down and perhaps even gain a level of introspection that he didn’t have previously. He doesn’t want to be angry with Yue Qingyuan anymore, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not. There’s plenty of ugliness left in there. He means it, though, when he tells Yue Qingyuan that YQY has to forgive himself first. They have to meet each other on equal terms.

He wants to move forward, though that has its own double-meaning. He wants to move forward to move on, but at the same time... the stronger desire is still to “move forward” as an avoidance tactic, which would only delay another outburst. It’s complicated. New body, new name. New excuses not to deal with all of it. He tries sometimes, waffling back and forth between Doing His Best and Doing Nothing.

He wants to leave his old identity behind (again), because it brought him nothing but grief and shame. Frankly, Shen Jiu is disgusted by his old body--which is precisely why he doesn’t mind Shen Yuan keeping it--reminded of everything it’s gone through (and that’s not even including who/what SY’s done with it). It’s uncomfortable. Inferior. The new one gives him some needed detachment, but watch out. It’s not a sustainable way to live.

Which is absolutely why he needs Yue Qingyuan’s support (plus a few others who I’ll talk about in another post, eheh). ‘Cause he’s so mired in their past that he absolutely can’t & won’t let Shen Jiu abandon it entirely, but maybe... if they try a little harder... they can find a comfortable mid-ground eventually.

Still, to the outside world at least, he’d like to try again. as someone else. To take advantage of the opportunity he’s been given and pursue what had once been stolen from him unfairly -- by circumstance and his own bitterness.

All easier said than done. Old feelings, while dulled by time, don’t magically disappear like that. But that’s a subject for another post.

#Shen Jiu #Shen Qingqiu #SVSSS #bay mumbles #this post was brought to you by the song ''Joey'' by Concrete Blonde #SJ AU

[honestlywtfisgoingon]

When You Weren’t Looking — pt. 7/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN KENOBI x READER

PART 6

an au where you and you literature professor realize you both have things to learn about love, and yourselves, outside of class. (as we all know, this can only be done through a big scoop of angst and a smutty cherry on top)

description: we finally learn what that phone call obi-wan made was all about, but he’s gonna have to do more than make a phone call if he doesn’t want to lose you

warnings: language, everyone is straight up not having a good time at some point

a/n: i just started college so schedule has been rough but we’re back, and believe it or not, for the last 4 chapters i’ve actually struggled bc i haven’t written in a long time and i’m finally getting in the groove, so my style is actually pretty diff (at least imo, i think it’s better idk) also i am living for the confrontation and i already have the next few chapters written and they get real good…

words: 4,164

reblogs + feedback welcome :)

You had gone to the library with the intention of studying, but the good mood you had woken up with persuaded you to spend some time finding something to read for your own pleasure and nothing more, no gritty assignment attached to the words. Dragging your hand along the shelves, you felt the spines of the new books, hard and glossy, promising you crisp pages and a fresh smell. It didn’t matter where you went, but none of those quite captivated you much like the older ones. You continued to peruse, instinctually making your way to the back of the library. The soft, cloth-bound spines of well-loved books told you that you had arrived, almost welcoming you into their stories.

With older books, you enjoyed the connection you imagined with its past readers; whoever bent the edge of this page, spilled on that one, wore out the cover, or whether multiple people were part of the progression. The smell of the new books was amazing, yes, but you didn’t exactly have much of a connection with the printing press that came before you.

At the end of the better half of an hour, you had found six or seven books that appealed to you. Ready to go back to your table and enjoy them, you stacked all of them up in your arms. Your little journey wasn't even halfway completed before you crashed into someone who was rounding the same corner you were. The old and rather delicate books lay strewn across the floor. Your focus should have been gathering them and assessing the damage, but it was stolen by the freshwater blue eyes hovering just above you. Hints of silvery grey ran through them, something you hadn’t noticed before. You thought it made them even more beautiful.

“Bollocks!” Professor Kenobi huffed, just before he realized exactly who was underneath him. He, a grown man, had never in his life experienced petrification of this caliber before. His eyes went impossibly wide as he stared down at you. He had imagined you in this exact position last night but under very different circumstances. The shame he felt then was nothing compared to what he felt now.

I’m going to die. This is it. I’m prepared to meet my maker.

You were silent, eyes as wide as his as you held your breath, recollecting your version of events from last night. The arms currently holding him up would’ve been wrapped around you, pulling you flush to him. A furious blush erupted on your face, fearing that he would somehow read your mind and expose you to further embarrassment… if that was even possible.

Why are your eyes open? If you close them, maybe he won’t see you.

“I, um…hello there,” it took him a second to speak, his voice having been lost in shock. When he finally found it, he felt as though he might choke on the words that were being forced out of his dry throat. If you asked, he would blame his struggle on the warm and sweet smell of your hair, the menthol chapstick swept over your lips that he could almost taste, or the smooth expanse of your neck, which he immediately designated as a perfect space for him to fill with kisses. You had effectively taken over his senses.

If these were to be my last moments, would it truly be so bad?

“Obi-Wan—“ you opened your eyes, still processing the experience of being in such close proximity with him. Even through your mortification, you couldn't help but notice the red in his beard, the perfect slope of his nose, or the creases in the outer corners of his eyes that only deepened when he laughed. Of all your observations, the one you loved the most was how he smelled: warm, woody, and crisp, like a mix of fresh forest earth still coated in dew, tea made from the spice and sweetness of cloves, and sheets still holding the heat from the dryer. the scent filled your nose and felt like a comforting embrace. Scent was supposed to be the sense most directly related to memory, and you found yourself imagining moments so clearly that you could've confused them as past events. But no, they weren't memories, just more fantasies created by someone who dearly wanted the man above them.

As you broke away from your false recollections, you remembered the real thoughts you had: thoughts about what you would do if you were to see him again, deciding that you would once again act aloof or give him a piece of your mind. Yet, out of all the responses you could’ve given, the only one that managed to get out successfully was: “did you just say bollocks?”

Your rather unexpected inquiry caught him off-guard, but he relaxed at the fact that your first words were not full of loathing. He only looked away with a sheepish smile. Here he had been thinking that he would never be able to look you in the eye again after he came to the thought of you, but you had lessened his anxieties considerably, something only you seemed to be able to do. Just hearing your voice again, even if it was a little teasing, reminded him that he was safe with you, something he had never really felt with another person before.

“I did,” slowly coming out of his trance, he removed himself from you, although he would’ve been content to lay there with you for a little longer. You shared the same sentiment. It may have shown in the slight frown you adopted once the warmth of his skin left you. “Are you offended?” he joked, smiling as he offered his hand to you. Taking it, he lifted you off the ground. What may have looked like a minor interaction to others was a very successful milestone, at least to the both of you. Before he let your hand go, you noticed how much larger they were than yours. He really could hold your entire face in one of his palms if he wanted.

I wonder how good it would feel if he used them to pin me down while he–

“Oh, um,” he bent down quickly to pick up your books of choice that littered the ground. You crouched to help him, but he put up a hand to stop you. “No, please, let me,” he told you. It was kind of him, but you weren’t just going to let him pick up everything on his own, especially when they were your books. It was when you put your hand on a book that he stopped you once again, placing his over yours. You made eye contact as he insisted once more, “Darling, please, it’s the least I could do,” You rose as he collected the last of them. Perhaps it was something he felt he was called to do as a gentleman. Regardless, you realized how much you missed hearing him refer to you as darling. It rolled off his tongue so sweetly, making your heart beat just a little faster each time he said the word. You didn’t care about acting like you didn’t anymore, and you didn’t feel scared. Somehow, when it came down to just the two of you together, it all seemed so natural and simple again; like everything just fell into place once more.

“Where are you sitting?” Obi-Wan asked, carrying all of the books in his arms. You reached to take them from him, but he pulled away. “Where are you sitting?” he said with an arched brow. you knew that if you asked again he would probably give you the books, but he genuinely seemed like he wanted to help you, and you found yourself appreciating him deeply for it, so you pointed to the table adjacent to you, tucked away in the very corner. He nodded and you both made your way over, Obi-Wan setting your books down next to your datapad and textbooks which were already laid out.

It was after you had pulled out your chair and taken a seat that you realized this was the end of your very brief interaction, and you couldn’t help but be saddened by it. He stood next to you, opening his mouth presumably to say his goodbyes…but it closed, then opened, then closed again. The professor seemed to be at a loss for words.

How could he not be? He wanted so badly to continue this moment, hoping to mend what he had done. With an exasperated sigh, he gave up trying to form the right sentences and simply sat down next to you. You watched his actions, recognizing the same feeling you got when he decided to shut you out. Before he could continue to hurt you further, you spoke.

“Professor please, you were clear enough before,” you said flatly, covering up the apprehensiveness in your voice. He knew your meaning, and once again felt deep regret.

“No no, I would like to…apologize,” he was quick to soothe your fear that he was going to make you relive that conversation. Your brows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry. So very sorry my dear one,” he said those words with such care, not wanting to leave even the littlest piece of room for you to doubt them. He looked down at the floor, “I regret my words the day I sent you from my office far more than the words I said at the bar. I know it wasn’t just the words too I…I’ve been so cold to you,” His eyes flicked back up to yours, his head still lowered penitently.

“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me. very much so, and—” you pressed your lips together for a moment, almost scared to say give him the forgiveness he was pleading for.

what if he doesn’t mean it? just wants me to help clear his conscience? he pushed me away first, so maybe I should keep him at arm's distance…

And there it was: that connection that told you it was ok, that you wouldn’t regret it, that he meant every word. You remembered why you were drawn to him in the first place: he listened to you and responded with intention. Maybe it was your turn to do the same for him. It wasn’t that what he did was ok, it was because you didn’t wish for him to continue to carry the guilt with him, as most good people do, and Obi-Wan was a good man.

“—and I forgive you,” you said softly. He beamed up at you, and you were tempted to place your hand on his cheek to let him know you truly meant it, that you were going to allow him to still be close to you. You didn’t let yourself, realizing that he was still your teacher, that even if you allowed him, you could never get close in that way. you didn’t dwell on that though, and continued, still not having asked your most important question: “But why?”

“I was immature, and embarrassed,” with every word he had to lower his pride. He wasn’t supposed to feel such things, he was someone who people looked up to, didn’t expect to act that way, and admitting it would mean he failed them; but with you all you required of him was honesty, and your expectations mattered to him far more than anyone else’s. It took a lot of strength for him to tell you as much, but it was worth it to confess, “I am a grown man and yet I still need affirmation, and I desperately wanted yours,” you blushed at the thought of him thinking so highly of you. “and when I felt like I lost it by acting like a total drunken idiot, I reacted poorly, which was even more idiotic,” he rolled his eyes at himself and you were happy to see the less serious side of Obi-Wan once more.

“Far more idiotic,” you both chuckled. “But it’s not bad to need affirmation, it’s human. What matters more is where you’re looking for it, and never doubt that you have mine,” there was so much admiration in the way that he looked at you. In his eyes, you were nothing short of an angel.

Honest, kind, understanding… there’s no one like her. Even her heart is beautiful.

“Thank you, y/n. it seems like you have more to teach me,” you laughed lightly, and it was at that moment that he realized he wanted to keep hearing it again and again; to be the one to make you laugh mornings and nights. Seeing you like this again was making him reconsider taking the risk.

“What are friends for?” you said in a bright tone, shrugging. You were content with your choice of words, deciding that to be friends was best. Even after this conversation, your heart would still be in the process of healing, haunted by the thought that he could just change his mind again. It would hurt far less to fear a friend leaving than a lover, at least that’s what you reasoned, so you would try viewing him in a platonic light, and only in a platonic light. Another valid point was that if you were simply cordial and uninvolved, he would just flow into your life, not take it up. You were confident in your thought process, both very practical and precautionary, and you patted yourself on the back for it. Obi-Wan could not be counted quite as content as you were.

“And I am happy to have you as one of mine,” his smile was fighting against the small grimace he wanted to let out after your statement. This battle in both his heart and mind was getting tiresome, and just when he was deciding that maybe he was on the wrong side…

Friends. Exactly what you had wanted before isn’t it? And yet it hurts to hear her say it.

He could not complain though, as being your friend was still a highly valued position in his eyes, and he was grateful for your lives to once again be connected.

“Professor, y/n,”

A moment with Obi-Wan. A moment with him, that’s all I ask.

Didn’t I make arrangements for you not to be around her?

You knew the cause for your dropping your smile so immediately and Obi-Wan knew his, but the two of you were clueless about the other’s. The fact both of you had reason to dislike Ferus’ presence right now was a surprise and one that would definitely be pondered later.

You doubted that Obi-Wan’s had anything to do with you, but in reality, he desperately hoped that you couldn’t see that it was. He was afraid that if you recognized his jealousy, it would only paint him as childish in your eyes, especially when he had just apologized for behaving so. Things changed a little when he realized you were obviously unhappy about the situation as well. He became more concerned over what offense Ferus had committed in order to warrant such a cold greeting on your end. He had enough faith in you to assume it was justly deserved, and the poor boy had once again earned another mark against him in Kenobi’s book, still unaware that he had a first. Mingled with the protective spark Obi-Wan had for you, he was ready to defend you should you ask it.

“Can I steal y/n away for a moment?” There was a hesitation in his request that indicated he might have sensed how unwelcome it was. It would actually be impressive if he didn’t…considering the harsh stare from you that he was met with.

Obi-Wan wanted to stay by your side, but he knew he had to play his part as your professor with no attachments at all. “Of course, you may, Mr. Olin,” he responded with all the cordiality he could muster.

“No you may not,” You suddenly spoke just as Obi-Wan was about to rise from his chair. He was more than happy to settle back in.

“y/n—“

“I’m busy, Ferus,” you responded bluntly.

“I just want to say sorry,” your back straightened in surprise. Two men were apologizing to you today and you were used to the men in your life apologizing, well, never. You would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t for the fact that they have to fuck up first just to have a reason to.

You gave Obi-Wan an apologetic look, signaling for him to leave. He didn’t like it, but he pursed his lips and nodded to you anyway. You watched him walk away and began once he exited the building completely.

“Look,” you sighed, “I’m not mad. I just really didn’t appreciate it.”

“Yes but—“

“Yes but what?”

“I’m sorry, but you don’t understand,”

“But I don’t understand?”

How dare he? What excuse could there be that made some of it my fault for not understanding?

You were planning not to make a big deal out of this, but no matter the issue, if he was gonna pin it on you too, like hell you were gonna let that happen. you raised your voice a little loudly, Madame Jocasta shushing you. You gathered your things quickly and strode out of the library. “what could I possibly not understand?” you said harshly, not even bothering to look at him as he trailed behind you.

“There are some things that you don’t know, and it’s just…it’s hard,” You raised your brow even further. Ferus went rigid. “You know what? you wouldn’t understand,”

“How did you not understand when I was clear about being just friends? And then your apology comes with an excuse attached?!”

“You don’t even kno–” Ferus raised his voice.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” Anakin rushed to your side.

“Stay out of this Skywalker,” Ferus glared at the new arrival.

Anakin just looked at you, asking silently if you wanted him to leave. You were going to tell him to go but when Ferus beat you to it, you changed your mind and told Anakin to stay for that reason only. It was a little petty to do something just to spite Ferus, but, well, fuck that.

“If y/n’s in it, I’m in it, and I’m telling you to leave it now Ferus,” Anakin’s loyalty was showing so clearly, and you saw how real of a friend he was. It was a bond that was invaluable to you.

“Always in the way, Skywalker,” Ferus turned to leave, “and you know what? I finally got the recognition I deserved. I earned it, unlike you.”

“What do you mean?” you both looked at each other and then back at Ferus. Your reaction was of genuine confusion and curiosity, past hostility.

“Kenobi spoke to Professor Mundi. Got me a position as his TA and into his program; and you thought you were his favorite, huh?” Ferus had a smug smile as he walked off, no doubt feeling like he had won, even though the battle he was fighting didn't really exist. He just hated Anakin because he got what Ferus felt entitled to. You held the same loyalty Anakin had just shown he had for you, and it made Ferus’ mindset even more sickening than it usually would be.

“I don't understand.” you shifted your attention to Anakin, “like I heard what he said, but I don't get it.”

“I’ve gotta ask Obi-Wan about this,” he said, just as perplexed. When he started to walk away, you started to go with him, but he stopped, giving you a look that he wanted to do this on his own, no doubt because Ferus had made this a problem with him first. You nodded and patted him on the shoulder, releasing him to seek out your professor by himself.

As per usual, Anakin made no effort to enter subtly once he got to Obi-Wan’s office. His teacher was well-accustomed to his habits by now and didn't even look up from his desk. The heavy steps and the sound of the door closing loudly when he pushed it back with too much accidental force, was just another “hello” to him by now. The only difference today was that the steps were quicker and more urgent.

“Why would you help him? why would you get him that position with Professor Mundi?” Anakin asked, both in concern and alarm. There was no way this decision made sense.

Obi-Wan didn't need him to clarify who he was talking about, although he did wonder how he found out. “You said he was bitter, so I gave Professor Mundi a call a while back. I thought that maybe this would clear the bad blood between you two,” he said with a casual wave of his hand.

“Since when did you care? leave the blood. this isn’t like you!” Anakin wasn’t angry, just frustrated, and part of him felt mildly betrayed. Obi-Wan gave Ferus, the person who’s been on his ass for how long, exactly what he wanted. “There’s some other reason I know it,”

“No there's not,” the other man denied.

“The only reason Ferus popped up is because of y/n” Anakin was beginning to piece things together for himself, but he wanted Obi-Wan to be the one to come clean with it.

“Well, I can’t help who he associates with,”

“Oh yes, you can. What does he get out of this?”

“Just some credit,” Obi-Wan hummed.

“Actually,” Anakin pushed harder.

“He’ll still get credit for the assignments that I said he can be exempt from while he spends time helping Professor Mundi; and we’ll both write him a glowing recommendation,”

“‘exempt from’ as in exempt from the group project,” it was presented as a statement rather than a question. “And he’ll be with Professor Mundi most days after class now so you'll know where he is, and it’s not with y/n,” Obi-Wan ran a hand over his face. There was no point in continuing to try and lie to Anakin, he was caught.

“I know you’re not mad about it though, he did cross a line with you,” Anakin felt a little accomplished now that he had finally broken down his professor, but more than that, he was touched by his words. Obi-Wan cared about both of you and had been listening to Anakin all along. He had been waiting for this moment, excited to finally shit talk about Ferus with Obi-Wan.

“So you agree he’s been a dick all along!”

“Anakin, you know I would never say that…out loud,”

“You do!”

“You’re not going to get me to say it out loud,” Obi-Wan kept an unbothered face, but Anakin didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye. “but he crossed a line with you and y/n and that’s not okay,”

“So does this mean you’re going after her?” the younger man raised his voice excitedly.

“No it does not,” Obi-Wan said firmly. Anakin looked dumbfounded. Here his professor was, so obviously head over heels, but willing to do anything but actually go for it.

“Did you ever think that you could lose her?”

“What?”

“That you could lose her. Taking Ferus out of the picture doesn’t mean she’ll stay. She could move on just fine without him,”

He could see genuine fear in Obi-Wan. Anakin had the same fear with Padme. He was scared that if he waited to tell Padme how he felt, he might lose his chance. If her feelings went unencouraged and unrequited, would they last long enough for him to finally build up the guts? He didn’t even want to think about that possibility again.

Obi-Wan’s mind was reeling. But no, that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. He made progress today, and he wasn’t headstrong like Anakin. All he wanted was for you to be in his life, and he was content with that.

“I talked to her today. We’ve decided to be friends,”

“And friends is what you want?”

Obi-Wan pursed his lips. Maybe he wasn’t so content.

“I— there’s nothing else for me to do,”

“Talk to her,”

“It's not right,” Obi-Wan was holding his head in his hand, speaking frustratedly at the desk.

“Talk. To. Her,”

“I don’t even know what to say. I don’t even know how I feel,” he threw up his hands in exasperation.

“You don’t have to know,” Anakin moved around to place his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “ If you try, it’ll come out naturally. She’ll get it”

“And what if she doesn’t feel the same?” The TA was starting to see the vulnerability in his Professor.

“What if she does? How long do you think she’s gonna feel the same if you keep her waiting?” Anakin put a clock on it now, and Obi-Wan felt the pressure.

“I—I have a lot to think about,”

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PART 8

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[cassyapper]

What do you think a hypothetical "meet the parents" situation be like for Jotaro and Kakyoin?

HM good question

i guess we kinda already have the answer for holly lol it was very swift and reciprocal amicability but even if they met outside of circumstances like that, i think it'd be mostly the same. holly is very sweet and it's easy for her to be motherly to anyone younger than her esp someone who can be as polite as kakyoin. i think he'd be very overwhelmed with it tho 😭 if it were different circumstances than canon i think it takes a bit of both a) just getting used to and b) making their relationship more personal before kakyoin like. adjusts and is able to like accept it me think. once he does it's very easy for him and her to team up against jotaro. there's art where holly kisses one cheek and kakyoin kisses the other and jotaro is blue-screening ohhh i lvoe that shit i eat it up i do not care i know it's cringe i dont care it's fun

AAAAAAS FOR JOTARO MEETING KAKYOIN'S PARENTS....

i do think the nuances of it would depend on which au ur looking at (if it's a kakyoin lives, if it's a kakyoin lives and was never injured au (cowardice btw), if it's a no-journey-happened au, reincarnation, etc etc etc) BUT i will say:

i dont think they would hate jotaro, no matter what. even if kakyoin is dead and jotaro is visiting after the fact to apologize/explain, i do not think they would hate him. probably uncomfortable with him, but they would not hate him cause he is literally a kid too. it's not his fault all this shit went down. he didn't ask for it. and it's the least they can do for noriaki now to watch over his friend. i have a post about this here

i think that ^ is echoed in kakyoin-lives aus. they would never hate him. like no matter their opinion on the adults in the situation, they'd see jotaro as a victim too. i think they'd be glad someone as big and strong as jotaro was there for kakyoin while whatever happened, happened. even if theyre a little weirded out by jotaro cause he's just so yknow. bizarre. el oh el. i think just by nature of like, kakyoin's parents being such normal people, that they never completely understand jotaro so while they see that he makes kakyoin very happy and theyre happy for that by extension, they def just don't get it 😭 but with how dedicated jotaro is to their son i dont think they'd feel that they need to get it tbh. esp cause since meeting jotaro/the rest of the crusaders, kakyoin begins learning how to reach out to them, too. basically im saying, i dont think kakyoin's parents and jotaro would ever get on like holly and kakyoin do, but i think both parties would come to respect each other and bond over their love for noriaki if nothing else. kinda like a teammate/coworker relationship than an outright friendship/familial bond. but yeah

okay tis is long SO SORRY! these two just eat my brain like moths to clothes you know how it is

#cass cries #jjba

[los-ninos-tortugas]

PLEASE MAY I ASK YOU QUESTIONS ABOUT SET A COURSE FOR HOME BECAUSE IT IS LOW KEY EATING MY BRAIN <3

What is Donnies relationship with the Doctor? I imagine it isn't very cordial at first, considering he will be hovering over Donnie when he first wakes up in sickbay, and I'm guessing Donnies reaction is going to be Quite Violent, BUT... in an environment where everyone is pretty accepting of non-human species, the Doctor is really the only one that truly understands what its like to be OTHERED. Donnie grew up in a world dominated by humans; a world where he would be treated as Less Than because he is a Mutant Turtle. A world where being seen by humans is potentially extremely dangerous, because he essentialy had no rights. Even when they find the Hidden City, Donnie and his brothers are still Different, because they aren't Yokai, they're mutants. Add to that that all the other mutants we see started off as human (or adult animals) first; they have no idea what it's like to grow up so isolated and different. There is no one else quite like turtles, in form or circumstance.

Then there is the potential connection in the fact that both of them were created for specific reasons, and that, purposefully or not, they have both chosen their own paths and operate outside of their specific function. Donnie was designed to destroy the human race, yet he chooses to become a hero. The Doctor was designed to be nothing more than an emergency medical programme, yet he chooses to become a person.

Add on to all of this the fact that the Doctor is functionally tech, which Donnie is going to want to take apart... but at the same time, Donnie had no issues recognising Sheldon as sentient. Donnie is also arguably more comfortable with technology than people, so would he have an easier time interacting with the Doctor? Although I can see Donnie's intensity and many direct questions about his coding making the Doctor extremely uncomfortable XD.

(I have so many other questions, but I will leave this here for now as it is getting kind of long. I honestly and truly love this AU.)

Hell yeah dude ask away! There’s a lot to get into here so I’ll try as best I can.

I’ll be honest I haven’t given too much thought into their how their relationship develops after their initial meeting, this AU is still very much in the “Figuring it out as I go” stage. You’re right on the money though about how their relationship begins, which is to say pretty rocky.

Donnie’s first thought when he got transported isn’t anywhere near time/dimensional travel, he just thinks he’s lost and that his brothers will come get him, so of course when he wakes up from being passed out on a medical table, with a grumpy human man hovering over him, unknown device in hand in a place that smells of antiseptic… his mind definitely goes right to, “OH SHIT THEY FOUND ME” Goes to bite the Doctor's hand on reflex…. And ends up biting his own tongue because the Doctor is just photons and can just Do That. Needless to say, even after Donnie calms down those couple hours that he's just hanging around Sickbay until Sam volunteers to take him in are a bit tense.

It's definitely something that eases over time, especially as Donnie comes to realize that the Doctor is, in fact, a person and not just an interactive medical interface.

(taking this a little out of order) Donnie is absolutely going to be itching to understand everything he can about the Doctor (definitely not so he can recreate his own version for their medbay at home, nothing like that), and as we all know, the Doctor loves to talk about himself, so I think at first he'd be very obliging in answering Donnie's questions, but eventually he probably would get irritated that Donnie is only interested in his codes/subroutines/holomatrix, and would probably burst out with something like, "Why don't you ask me about the holonovel I wrote? I do have interests outside of my medical practice, you know?" and Donnie would have to buffer for a second before going, "You have interests???" (Cuz yeah, Donnie recognizes the Shelldon is sentient, but that's because Donnie made him, he probably assumed that the EMH wouldn't be designed for the capacity for sentience until the Doctor himself kind of slaps him in the face with it lol)

Okay I'm gonna try and circle back on to the subject of Donnie and the Doctor and feeling like outsiders because there's a LOT to dissect here. Because you bring up a really interesting point in that there is that parallel between them, however while that's something that can be seen on a meta level, in-universe I actually don't know if the characters themselves would make that connection. Like I said I haven't given a whole lot of thought to it yet because I just haven't gotten up to that phase in planning, but you have given me something to chew on. Donnie has always grown up with the knowledge that humans have the potential to be extremely dangerous for him and his brothers (see above, "OH SHIT THEY FOUND ME"), April being the supreme exception. Maybe I'm leaning a little bit into Roddenberry's vision here when I say this, but I think for Donnie, being in a place that is so accepting of non-human species, on a ship full of explorers, are they the very best of humanity? They're trying their damned hardest to be. Seeing a future where humans meet the impossible every day and try to greet it back with kindness whenever they can, I like to think it gives him some hope for the people back at home.

Please if you have more questions feel free to ask, I'm always super down to talk about what I'm working on. Thanks for this long one, you really gave me a lot to think about and it was fun! Hope I covered everything as best I could.

#set a course for home #answered asks #anon ask #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt crossover #star trek #star trek voyager #star trek crossover #the doctor #the doctor voyager #katnip talks

[transhawks]

Just read the latest chapter of Minutes to Midnight and I actually love the 4th universe so much! It's so very different from the other 3 universes (not saying that they aren't unique, they are). But the spin on Hawks joining LOV and the LOV found family trope being explored with a different approach (and in my honest opinion, a realistic one at that) had me putting my phone down on many occasions and try not to scream because it's. JUST. SO. GOOD. And the cherry on top was definitely the Shigahawks interactions. Like bro I didn't even realize something totally not-platonic was going on between those two until I read the tags and had an 'oh' moment. I was literally so immersed in this chapter and then you said that maybe you would like to come back to this AU some day in the near future. And just know that if you ever do I'll definitely read it 😊💕

Hi, thank you so much for sending an ask about Minutes.

Yeah, I think... All the other verses were leading up to 4 so I think perhaps 4 is where I really get to just...go off? I think, as a writer, I really like character exploration and fleshing out, so the chapter just appealed to my passions, perhaps?

And yeah - halfway through writing, I had to change a lot for this chapter because my perspective on the LoV changed. The more I realized that the LoV found family is a myth in canon, the less I could really discard that realization. I feel like the process of becoming a tight-knit friend group is just never written. People just want their LoV found family right off the bat. No one wants to make the characters work for it.

So that's what I did. I went back to Compress's speech in 194? and essentially reworked it for Minutes.

“It's what I think caused this. I love the League, make no doubt. But those early days, during our first act as a troupe, when we were simply the dregs and wretches of society banding together around a simple concept with little want or need to dig deeper into each other outside of comradery… I think that was too fragile for what we have to deal with now. Suddenly, we cannot not pry into each other’s pasts. The egotistic existence we led before we pried him open from that canister has been left behind and now all I can do is… try and weather this intermission and hope the curtains haven’t closed on us for good.” 

Compress's words of how they just didn't pry into each other's pasts and just accepted each other get shown to be something that backfires when a character really needs to do maturing and needs to be protected by his group. Namely, Tomura - because they took him from the pod earlier, AFO and Tomura are essentially fighting over his body and given there's no AFO to make them comply, the League are actually in a position where they have to make decisions about and for Tomura, and that requires coming to terms with the fact they all could have watched him get possessed. The guilt from that too.

For the friendship to get deeper, they have to move beyond the superficiality of sharing the same goal and really let each other in. Vulnerability is so important in bnha. Allowing other people, to help, is so important. Not all the League did that and it shows. Also, yeah!! Mind you the shigahawks is subtle and it's really like... it's just a window into another universe that Keigo is seeing. TBH in the actual reality universe 4 is based on, Keigo and Shigaraki, have at the point of Minutes, probably kissed once and it was immediately a "shouldn't have done that". I see shigahawks as a very slowburn sort of pairing due to Tomura's character. However, Keigo and Tenko have like... I always explain Shigaraki and Hawks meeting would have been interesting in the "people who are in extremely circumstances meet someone who has taken the lessons from those circumstances and done the opposite of you, and seeing them teaches you a lot about yourself". It's why I think Horikoshi didn't have them interact in canon; Keigo is also a button-pusher and would have pushed too many buttons that would make Tomura think. Meanwhile I think Tomura would have so much to say on Keigo's denial and hypocrisy.

I'd probably just make a post explaining the universe tbh. It would work well for a fic but I don't think I have the energy for a long fic like that right now, unfortunately. Thanks again!

#asks #minutes to midnight #my writing

[swampstew]

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 💗(No pressure to do this! 🖤)

Oh thank you anon ~ this is so delightful♥ I think I did something similar before but I will def do it again :) Thank you for spreading some self-love on self-care sunday, I hope you get yourself a treat for being a wonderful bean♥

What’s the Magic Word? - My original self-insert story about a Witch aligned with the Straw Hat Pirates who finds herself temporarily allying with the Kid Pirates in order to reunite with her crew. I felt like a lot of fics I read at the time about Eustass Kid were pretty dark (which I love reading don't get me wrong) but I noticed a lack in stories where a character could be a part of the crew where they weren't coerced or kidnapped by the crew first. So I wanted to take an approach where a character is forced to be with them by outside influences, and how Kid and the crew would react and handle that. Plus it felt fun putting in a type of character that has not been confirmed canon in the series, despite the jokes that Dr. Kureha is a witch, which I lowkey buy but until its confirmed I don't think there are any witch characters full stop. This story is centered between Kid and Rowena and how they spend the 2 year time skip together.

Turn Back Time - This was originally meant to be an reader insert AU where the characters were relatable enough that anyone could envision themselves as the characters, but doing Y/N - especially on a book as long as this one turned out to be - didn't sit well with me and so I gave them names, and after putting so much love and effort into them and their backgrounds, they became more based off my own personal experiences. In fact, Andrea and Candy are loosely based off myself and my childhood best friend! Again, I wanted to take a different approach on how Kid and the Kid Pirates interact with people who don't mock or insult them, and now this story is more about what it would be like to be on the crew itself, in addition to the romantic relationships between the OCs and the crew. It has been a lot of fun not only bringing these OCs to life, but also bringing the crew itself to life - even if most of how I write them is entirely based on personal headcanons, I do my best to align each character up to as much canon information as we get from them.

At First Sight - this was a one shot that turned into a mini-series and I surprised myself with how much I packed into it. Originally a stand-alone porn trope collaboration story, I've put a lot of love into this one to create a fun story where the reader is the main character and the reader gets to learn who they really are at the same pace as the Kid Pirates. This is a story where the reader gets to meet and sail with the Kid Pirates under amicable circumstances but its not without tension, angst, smut, and violence. My first Y/N story that is 2 chapters away from completion!!

KillerCook - I saw a hot dude make brownies on Instagram and thought ‘what if Killer.’ That’s it. I feel like I managed to create an authentic social media experience that readers can visualize as they read, and I think that's neat! Plus its fun to see the crew in a modern setting just hanging out and doing fun things. Plus plus, I felt like Killer really deserved his own fic♥

Captain_CumShot - I'll be honest, I've never used OnlyFans so this was a real shot in the dark but I'm grateful to my beloved mutual (idk if you wanted to be tagged in this but you know who you are) who was able to guide me so I could create another modern social media fic that was true to how a real OF account experience would feel like. This fic is 100% to sexualize the Captain of the Kid Pirates because he would irl undoubtedly have an account where all he has to do is show dick and get paid for it. Easy money, easy life!

#anon asks #raven answers #Raven gushes #turn back time #what's the magic word? #at first sight #killercook #eustass kid x rowena #killer x candy #eustass kid x andrea #kid pirates #eustass kid x y/n #killer x y/n #tw noncon #wattpad author #ao3 writer #one piece fanfiction #self rec ask game

[prue84]

National Treasure instagram: 8 September 2022

Fandom: BBC’s Merlin (post-canon, modern magic) AU AU: National Treasure Series: National Treasure instagram

Mandatory social post by Arthur Pendragon for the news of Queen Elizabeth's death.

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Arthur had been in close contact with the Queen since he returned - or, at least, since Merlin couldn't keep the world outside of his cottage's door anymore and had to allow people to get near Arthur (a crime, if you ask him!). Being Elizabeth the current monarch of the British Islands, Arthur always respected both her authority and her role in the kingdom (a kingdom definitely bigger than his own; it took him months to wrap his head around the fact she was ruling over a united Albion. And Merlin by then had still to touch the whole "Earth is round" and "English Empire" subjects). Too different and with a ridiculously crazy age gap for any chance to become close friends (literally children of two different millennia), they stroke a cordial rapport nonetheless and even enjoyed a couple of horse rides together (one on the shores of lake Avalon, no less). The picture captures a friendly moment between former King and current Queen during one of the private visits the Queen (with Prince Consort Philip) did to check the progress of the restoration work on the castle that has then come to be known as the Pendragon Castle of New Camelot. Queen Elizabeth officiated both the grand opening of the restored castle and the ceremony for the founding of the New Camelot enclave, but Arthur choose to celebrate Her Majesty's memory with a more private picture from his personal collection. For Arthur, the passing of the Queen is a sad day.

More about the AU (and ramblings about UK Royals) under the cut.

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Disclaimer I don't mean to express any opinion on the figure of the Queen nor Elizabeth Windsor's persona. I am Italian, so I don't hold any resentment toward the UK Royal Family, their role in the society, their flaws or crimes. Nor, at the same time, I'm loyal or feel drawn to them either. I'm not even a fan. Sure, I hear the news (unfortunately, media here are treating the funeral like you can expect - no matter that we're holding politic elections or that we aren't a British colony so she wasn't our queen - but media are enamored with the Royal Family and their shenanigans since Princess Diana) but neither I cheered nor I cried when the announcement was made. Since in this AU Arthur meets and has close ties with the Queen from his return and prompted by Bradley Jame's tweet, I just wanted to make a mock-post about the death, because I feel Arthur would. Arthur's opinion don't necessary reflect my own. He's a medieval king, after all. He almost respected Sarrum, why wouldn't he respect an old woman who seems more decent than the guy who tortured his sister? Sure, he might have some beef with how modern royalty works, but he'd ascribe that to "bloody modern times". Besides, the woman didn't bat an eye when her nephew and future heir married a "commoner": that's enough to get brownie points in Arthur's opinion.

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About the AU It's the 21th century and the existence of magic has been widely known since Guinevere, the last queen of Camelot, lifted the ban and had made Merlin her own advisor. With the centuries the myth of the Once and Future King has grown unchecked: Arthur Pendragon belongs to the category of the great people of history who the most have influenced the world, with the only difference that he will one day return. Magic, for a number of circumstances never verified (possibly a mix of abuse and industrialization), seems like having been drained, leaving only the passive one: charms applied to old houses or objects still works, but new charms cannot be cast and are ineffective. Immortality is a rare gift unavailable to most, but few people belonging to the world Before The Drain still live, the oldest of them born in the Late Renaissance age. Merlin, former wizard and oldest man of the world as the only one alive since the Middle Ages, is considered the world's grumpy uncle, that one parent who is a font of knowledge and tells funny stories about an otherwise serious topic like History but isn't willing to sit down and socialize with the youngsters (which means basically anyone, to him). Told to be always traveling, he imparts his knowledge almost exclusively through his blog, "Merlin's Cave". Unknown to all, though, Merlin has also a second identity under which he lives an almost ordinary life: Gaius de Bois, young professor of Medieval History at the University of Avalon, down-to-heart person, a professor much loved by his students, and, especially "nephew" of the Great Merlin. Arthur Pendragon emerges from the secluded Lake of Avalon and his return is made official by Merlin with a post on his Instagram, a photo about the two halves of a broken coin (with Merlin's and Arthur's profile) reunited. Arthur leads a quiet life, residing in Merlin's cottage on the shores of the lake, with his grumpy (not-so) former servant to protect him from meddlers and fanatics. To preserve and allocate the necessary resources to restore a conducive environment for him and his needs of Middle Ages man, he is given the title of National Treasure that grants him a monthly revenue, total coverage of expenditures and funds to restore the castle of Camelot – castle that Merlin has preserved by magically miniaturizing it and placing it in a snow-less globe. Merlin, through his social media and website, shares with the world the chronicles of how his king is adjusting to the modern times. Arthur is initially followed by paps and generally by the curiosity of the people: it's just Merlin's angry presence (and an endless stream of ordinances) that shelters Arthur from the frenzy although soon it becomes an ordinary sight to see the king going around wearing his armor and sunglasses. When Camelot is restored, it gets the status of Principality within the United Kingdom, a kind of enclave named New Camelot on which Arthur is granted absolute power: initially a city-state enclosed within the strong walls of the citadel, it grows when further lands and pastures are assigned to the principality to assure Camelot's self-sufficiency. Life in New Camelot, per Arthur's choice, doesn't reflect the innovations happened after the king's death, and the citadel will become a haven for people who wish to live a simpler life or simply unplug a bit from the modern times. With time Arthur will fully embrace the perks of modernity, thanks to Merlin (and his money) who spoils him, and he'll even get a driving license (against Merlin's will). But that's another story for another time.

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Notes I didn't know what Arthur would say (he would say something complimenting her and how he appreciated having to do with her? Something more formal?) so initially I decided to steal the purple heart posted by Bradley James on his Twitter. A last-moment change, right when I was in the middle of the posting, turned this into a simple "farewell".

Tec stuffs (aka Behind The Manip) It took me more time to search for pics than to make the manip itself. It's embarrassing. But find a Bradley pic that would work and then find a proper fitting pose for Queen Elizabeth wasn't as easy as it seems. Also. I meant to work on this as soon as possible but it's been an awful two weeks for me, starting with 27 hours of head spinning and then having hard time to sleep and... well, let's say I manip only during specific hours and I was in bed sleeping in those hours so... yeah. But I had to finish before the window closed on Monday, so here I am. Original manip is way bigger but it was scaled down to 1080px as that is the maximum size of the pics on Instagram. Instagram graphic made all by-hand, with much moving/copy/pasting and, especially, a wearying research to find out which font the website used. No template site. Since I created my own template (with a couple of tweaks, including not cutting a longer IG Story title), it won't reflect any future changes the platform might make (I have no intention of modify my template).

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Credits Bradley James at Pierrefonds, 19 June 2012. Photo taken by Yavannauk (yavannauk.livejournal.com - also here on Tumblr, but cannot tag). Queen Elizabeth in Windsor, 21 April 2016. Photo found at Royal Family Around the World (worldroyalfamily.blogspot.com/2016/04/queen-elizabeth-ii-and-prince-philip_21.html).

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Crossposted Livejournal: prue84.livejournal.com/90084.html Dreamwidth: prue84.dreamwidth.org/81859.html Deviantart: deviantart.com/prue84/art/8-September-2022-instagram-929982431 (instagram post) and deviantart.com/prue84/art/8-September-2022-photo-929983641 (photo)

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[jeweled-blue-eyes]

OMG I love your ideas! They're so good, I might try to incorporate little parts of them in my AU... with your permission, of course.

The main difference between Athy and Penelope, I think, is how their “inner storms” are.

Athy's storm is still strong, still bright and cold and marvelous, but it's no longer the clawing, grasping, desperate thing that it was once. Her time in Siodonna has calmed and tempered it. She's cool rain and overcast skies and moonlit winds.

But Penelope? She's all edge. Broken glass and glinting steel. Cutting and wild, she has sharpened her edges. Makes sense, considering her circunstances. Street rats and escaped slaves and oppressed people, underground work and hidden shadows planning a rebellion. A war. She has very little softness left in her, little fragments of what remains from the time spent with her mother when she was still alive.

Their respective mentor/mother figures are two sides of the same coin as well, just like the girls. Both stern, proud, strong, but one is harsher and more vicious than the other, mostly due to the difference in their life circumstances, and it shows in their proteges. Athy's mentor wasn't privileged, not exactly, but she didn't go through what Penelope's mentor went through.

Callisto's approach to his situation, I think, is “I will fuck them over by thriving in their impossible system. It'll be a middle finger to their faces.” while Iklies and Penelope in this AU, they escape and they make a stand against it from outside the system. If Callisto were young enough... he could be converted, possibly. I'd like him to have an encounter with Penelope's future adoptive mother/mentor, during a war when he was a child and he's injured. They part ways after she nurses him back to health (“May we never meet again. Next time we meet it will be as enemies.”), but the encounter stays with him. Whether he decides to convert to their side years down the line, or he stubbornly continues to remain on the Empire's side despite it causing him nothing but pain?

Well.

That part is yet undecided.

I really like the idea of childhood friends Iklies Penelope and Callisto, though I wonder if I'll be able to have that in my AU... If I align the timeline just right...

If they did becomes friends when they were children, broken and battered and bruised all while a war wages around them... It'd be so much more gutting when they stand against each other (that is, unless, Callisto betrays the Empire and converts, but even then, there's plenty of angst potential before he joins their side). It'd lay a doubly tragic punch.

I really like the “Penelope becomes smth like a servant in Delman's court and helps Iklies rise to power” AU too! It won't be in this AU but it's certainly something to consider 👀

permission given with much love and hugs! <3

I think the reason why the situation of Athy and Penelope is so different is because Athy fled before anything deeply traumatic could occour meanwhile Penelope is already traumatized and will get traumatized further and further. (the death of her parents, starvation, discrimination and persecution). The thoughts of revenge will never let her sleep in peace. Even if she fled from the duchy she would make a mental to-kill-list just to cope with her trauma and find a reason to live and keep her going even if the times are hard. It's the thought that keeps her from slitting her wrist and ending her life. If she were to find a nice couple willing to adopt her while a war was looming on the horizont she'd be highly suspicious and feel...as strange as it sounds..almost uneasy? She wouldn't believe in kindness without ulterior motive. Penelope would deny herself such happiness. She chooses the road adorned with thorns. Pain is all she has ever known. This is why she would feel an irresistable pull towards Iklies and all the other outcasts who have gathered in the shadows of the city. They could empathize with her pain, had suffered the same hardships if not worse.

I hc her relationship with Iklies as almost always unhealthy and co-dependent. I guess in this AU Iklies would still be a yandere just not single-minded one. He has another goal besides her which is the safety of his people. Would he fight recklessly, torture people, be vicious and vengeful, cold and manipulative and willing to sacrifice innocents for his final goal? I think he would if Penny doesn't stop him. He's full of pent-up rage which begs to be released. But Penelope is similar in such regards. So I wonder if he could awaken Penelope's darker side too or if she would resist 👀. Or if she tried not to notice and at times compartmentalizes. I hc that Penny would be insanely loyal once she considers someone of her people, so she'd probably feel conflicted to bring up his problematic traits or straight up be unable to recognize them.

Ahh.. Callisto. Every good story needs a villain doesn't it. The second prince is currently underdeveloped. And since the role of the hero falls to Iklies (as dubiously as he might act) that would make Callisto the villain until he gets a wake up call, but it'd be so much more tragic if he realized too late. If he regretted not having taking Penelope's mentor's hand and it's the shade of a certain girl's magenta coloured hair he sees in the corner of his eyes in the final moments before he dies. I'm so weak for (almost) friends turned enemies lamenting what could have been if they had choosen differently.

Penny's mentor sounds cool. I feel like she'd be the only person Iklies would secretly fear lol. In my mind have the image of a protective teacher who behaves kind of like a Mama Bear if they senses their students are threatened. Am I right?

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

Heyyoooooooo beloved!

Sorry for being absent, i was preparing for my graduation ceremony! And totally didn't almost trip in it!

But that's not important, 😜

Tiny workers au!

So since you have that massive list of awesome attractions, and various cc s in the au, how about the tinies and giants fav and most hated of the attractions?

Hmmmm also sorta same idea as shapeshifter ranboo, do you think there are like hunters or traffickers of tinies? Maayybbbee a hurt comfort idea of Wilbur saving Tommy in some way (I'm a firm stan in crimebois if it wasn't obvs by now😂)

Ohh and maybe what is the most illegal "contraband" the tinies try to smuggle into the park from their giant friends that the boss keeps confiscating, go crazy with this!

Missed doing asks! I hope all has been well🥰

hii!! >:DD

nono don't apologize ik you have a life!! and :000 that is amazing!! excusing you almost tripping, i'm so happy for you!

that is so important i am always happy to hear about your life too!! i talk to much about me with these asks dsjbjdgsdnf

mm yes beloved au >:]]

i don't do this like ever but i'm skipping over this question! but i have a good explanation and that is i am planning on making a huge masterpost for this au seeing as writing it as a multi-chapter story might be difficult, and in said masterpost i'm going to be going over this exact thing with each of the regulars & the employees :)

okay so this is a cool question cause i've been so caught up in fluff for this au that angst totally slipped my mind!!

i'm going kinda deep into backstory here so bear with me as i too figure out the worldbuilding to this au as i'm writing :)

the park is pretty much the only location in the world that has tinies working as semi-regular people. a lot of the population leave the species alone, and a good majority of people don't even know they exist. so the park definitely breaks a lot of social norms that've slowly just built up naturally. while there are no laws just yet against using tinies for labor and you can technically do whatever you want with them, there are certainly organizations that are against the idea of the park.

especially after it opened, a handful of large corporations started looking into using tinies. a few decided against it while others sealed the deal.

it's kind of like with my spy au where under most moral circumstances, the borrower(s) at hand have a choice: stay or go. and more often than not---with a little bit of manipulative persuasion, the borrower goes.

so as far as traffickers go and hunters go, if (sorry for any typos beyond this point my friend's dog is literally shoving her face onto my keyboard while i type lmao) there is any it'd most likely be from someone who's trying to save them--to bring them "back to where they belong" but like in a /pos way sdhdghafsdnf

but if written from the opposite pov this could totally be seen as a /neg thing, therefore angst has presented itself to the ideas table :D

mm have this scenario:

a few month's after wilbur's first meeting with tommy--they're beyond comfortable with each other and have easily reached the "brother" stage--a small group comes and organizes a protest against the park just a bit away from the front gates, where the golfing is located. (in my mind you enter the park, walk a 'lil bit, and you're there but there's work to be done !!) beeduo has gone to take a walk because ranboo was on edge basically the entire morning. so that left tommy. alone. with his thoughts and the yells of dozens of humans outside yelling god knows what.

he stays there for what feels like hours before he hears an ever-so-loud knock echo around his hollow home. tommy dreads whoever it is, but soothes immediately at the sound of wilbur's voice calling out gently to him.

(ps. wilbur takes tommy home after that and they stay there for a few days :D just too lazy to write that and i know if i do this ask would be way too long)

hdhsfjdsgjdnf yep i've noticed loll but dw, crimebois are very beloved to me as well so answering these are a blast >:DD

hmm this is a hard one! i feel like tommy'd just try to bring back a lot of coke but his boss says that's too much energy for him and he'd get another dozen complaints filed against him instantly. tubbo'd also try to befriend and take care of bees lol

but i mean as for stuff that's actually illegal and can't be found anywhere inside the park and they'd get into real trouble if ever found with it, i can't think of anything !! D:

jeez this is terrible i've never had an idea come to a stop before >:v

a aha just thought of smth lmaoo (like 10 seconds later irl)

okay so like yk catnip n shit? what about that but for borrowers. cause weed may be like too strong for a borrowers system (no don't make me get into biology for this au just yet) so there's a specific plant that borrower's have used for centuries. now this isn't exactly original and i can definitely think of better things but c'monnn

imagine techno, after hearing about it from wilbur, tending to a small garden of it just for the borrowers :( /pos

i love soft techno this is just an excuse to make him exist in this au /hj

and i mean if the boss ever found that he'd get pissed cause yk they're supposed to be good employee's if they're going to live on his property and eat his food blah blah blah yk the dad talk,,,,

also also also i was just abt to post this when i got the idea of this:

tw for mention of vore & fatal vore (fatal vore will not happen in this au dw)

another thing that they'd absolutely get yelled at for is like imagine smth to help with noms? i actually forgot how i set up noms for this au but i'm all for updating the worldbuilding so now it's official that a tiny can comfortably be stored in a human's storage for up to about two-four hours before it'll get uncomfortable and even lethal.

a human's storage is extremely small and just barely has enough room to house two four-inch-borrowers, like it's tight and narrow asf. so maybe there's like a black-market type item where it's like some type of drink that makes the borrower more comfortable? maybe it relaxes the tinies mind and messes w smth in their body that makes staying inside a storage for longer than the suggested time without like yk dying

all is well here, hope it is the same there!! <''3 can't wait to hear from you more :D (but still don't force urself to ask things just wait till u have the time to. i've got the patience for it :])

#brickquiries #graci brickling #tiny workers au #cw vore implication/mention #tw fatal vore implication/mention

[heliads]

Hey Lisa !! Can I ask you about 7, 14 & 16? Hope you are doing well ❤️

thank you!! i am doing as best i can under the present circumstances <33

7: Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

oh man i don't know how to pick this. tbh i forget everything i write after i post it so i had to go back and pick from one of my favorite pieces (newtmas time loop au of pain) for this:

Night falls; the city burns. [Thomas] meets Newt outside of the WICKED headquarters, and their friends all run to their respective corners of the city for their final tasks. Thomas gifts Newt the knife he needs. It came from Thomas’ belt, the knife that Newt uses to attack him; Thomas only learned that in the last few weeks. He had previously assumed it to be Newt’s, but it isn’t. Newt had always taken the knife from him to begin the assault, but Thomas gives it up freely this time.

Thomas shouts something to Newt across the blur of the knife slashing between them. It’s an I-love-you, a goodbye, a cry of regret and acceptance all in one. Newt’s head jerks up and he stares at Thomas, finally seeing him for the first time since they broke Minho out. A smile touches at the corners of the blond boy’s lips, dragging them up, cracked and bloody, until Newt looks like the same boy who had met Thomas at the opening of the Box when everything first began.

idk i just really like it. i know i've had more flowery figurative language, but this one really has an impact, you know? thomas giving newt the knife even though he knows it'll kill them both. that's a journey of acceptance, babey. thomas thinking newt resembles the person he'd been at the start of everything- a flashback in a time loop? a continuation of a pattern in which thomas wants more time with newt over anything? perhaps!

14: What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

ooh that's hard. i mean people don't tell bad advice for fun. for me personally, maybe that everything you write has to have some great deeper meaning? obviously if you can work in something like that, it's great, but you can write pointless things and have them be absolutely fantastic. clearly i am the paragon of that. not everything you post has to be good, you just have to enjoy writing it. trust me, people are going to pick up on that more than if you hate something but try to make it Important.

16: If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

as someone who doesn't write a lot of pairings, i really like this question. probably minewt? you've just got so much potential there- interesting setting, amnesia, friends to lovers, plus their dynamic is perfect. this is me begging to write a minewt fic yes

#thx for sending these in! #ask game #not writing