#fic: lone star lately

[alrightbuckaroo]

thanks @chaotictarlos for the tag! here's some more of the rom-com au in which nancy is tk's judy greer (thee rom-com bestie of the mid-2000s)

“Look,” Nancy begins. “We agreed that you would pick the place.” Nancy lowers her voice to a whisper; not wanting to risk being overheard by the other three patrons. Or worse, Charlene. “Not that I had to like it.” 

“Nancy,” TK reaches across the table and grabs Nancy’s hand in his. Nancy’s face turns into a grimace before it relaxes after seeing the mock sympathy in TK’s eyes. “I promise that if the next new hire hates you, we’ll go to whatever restaurant you want to.” 

“One,” Nancy pulls her hand back to herself. “That would never happen, everybody loves me.” At that moment, Charlene brings them both their drinks and lets them know their food will be out soon. Nancy’s eyes follow Charlene as she walks away,  “Well, mostly everyone.” 

“And two, and I can not stress this enough, but Carlos doesn’t hate you. He barely even knows you. How did that idea even get in your head?” Nancy passes one of the two straws to TK. 

TK grabs the straw and starts to mess with the wrapper. He bites the inside of cheek, already feeling embarrassed at being even slightly vulnerable. “A couple of days ago, I saw Pearce talking to him in the break room.” 

“Pearce,” Nancy grimaces, his name feeling coarse on her tongue. “Pearce is too cool a name for someone like him. He should be named, I don’t know, Blegh or, or Ugh.” 

TK smiles, knowing Nancy’s doing her best to make him feel better. His history with Pearce may be short, but that doesn’t stop it from being sordid nonetheless. 

sorry if you've been tagged but you're being no pressured tagged again: @tailoredshirt, @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @sunshinestrand, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @lovesgalores, @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet

#tk: i feel bad :( nancy: i don't :) #fic: lone star lately #wip wednesday

[carlos-tk]

thank you for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @strandnreyes @chicgeekgirl89 @freneticfloetry @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe @liminalmemories21 @theghostofashton @rmd-writes @redshirt2 @heartstringsduet 💖

flirty boys as usual for this weeks sunday sentences

“[redacted]” TK remarks, stretching the word out obnoxiously.

Carlos’ expression is unimpressed, as he shakes his head, dark curls bouncing lightly, a soft tendril falling across his forehead.

TK gingerly steps forward, trapping himself between Carlos and the bench. One of his hands takes ahold of the familiar jut of Carlos’ hip bone, his other hand reaching up as he gently flicks the wayward hair away. He giggles as it falls right back in in place atop his head, Carlos flinching from the intrusion.

“Baby,” he implores, poking his pointer finger into Carlos’ chest, flashing him the well practised sweet, flirty smile that can usually get him anything he wants.

“Are you on the menu?” he asks gleefully, his hand trailing across Carlos’ left pec, thumbing the soft flesh of his nipple as it hardens, following in with a sharp pinch that causes Carlos to yelp.

Carlos let’s out an exasperated groan, “Nice try baby, but we actually need to eat something with sustenance, counter all that energy we burnt off last night hmm?” he smirks, stepping even closer into TK’s space, moulding their bodies together as one.

tags below 🏷

@celeritas2997 @welcometololaland @reyesstrand @inkweedandlizards @whatsintheboxmh @reyescarlos @sunshinestrand @reyestrandd @orchidscript @ambiguouspenny @fitzherbertssmolder @firstprince-history-huh @fallout-mars @herefortarlos @louis-ii-reyes-strand @birdclowns @basilsunrise @ladytessa74 @noxsoulmate @never-blooms @thebumblecee @thisbuildinghasfeelings + an open tag for YOU!! 💗

#late what’s new lol let’s ignore it’s 5 mins away from tuesday 💀💀 #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #911 lone star #seven sentence sunday #d writes

[theghostofashton]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @kiwichaeng @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites for the tags <3

“It’s just going to be a regular suit,” Nancy says. Turning her attention to Carlos, she gives him a sympathetic smile. “I’ll try not to have you looking like all the other guys showing up to bore everyone in plain black, but with such last minute notice, that might be our worst case scenario.” “That’s totally fine, Nancy,” Carlos says, always accommodating. “I could’ve worn a suit from home, honestly. We don’t need to get a whole new one.” Nancy looks scandalized. “You are walking a red carpet, Reyes. You better look like it.” TK, true to his word, accompanies Carlos to his fitting the next day. His stylist, Warren, is overjoyed to see him, and TK gets yanked into a hug as soon as they enter his shop. He squeezes tight and TK closes his eyes and breathes in, taking in the fact that he hasn’t seen this man in a couple years. He used to end up in his shop multiple times in the span of a few months. Selfishly, he figured everyone he worked with would just kind of be grateful for the drama-free clients. Carlos is a dream, and Warren says as much. TK holds in a laugh as he watches the look on his fiancé’s face grow more and more uncomfortable. Warren instructs him on which ways to turn and lean so he can get his measurements, and Carlos looks like he’s stubbornly trying not to meet TK’s eyes for the whole thing.

getting to this kinda late today so open tag!

#i was so sure this fic was done and then i had another idea lmao #it is very close i promise #also sorry if i've missed any tags lately! tumblr is once again not notifying me i'm pretty sure #neha writes #911 lone star #tarlos

[ambiguouspenny]

WIP Wednesday

I have finally started writing again! Here’s some of my beloved Nancy chapter coming up in see a friend (see a ghost)

Thanks for tagging me @alrightbuckaroo 💕

When Nancy texts on Sunday morning that she’s on her way over, Carlos knows her well enough that he also knows she sent that text from the parking lot. He has the door unlocked and sliding open almost perfectly in sync with Nancy stepping off the elevator holding two coffees in a drink tray and a large pink baker’s box.

“I come bearing good news” she announces as she strides past him. She puts the coffee and the box down on the kitchen counter as Carlos closes the door. She removes one iced latte from the carrier and passes it back to Carlos before adding, “and some totally normal news —definitely nothing life altering— courtesy of the 126.”

He’s sure that he already knows what she’s referring to, but he humors her— or maybe himself— with a raised eyebrow. They haven’t talked since she twirled out of his line of sight at the club on Friday. He’d spent Saturday nursing the aftermath of too much tequila and asking himself why he never had the locks changed.

He wonders now where else TK has been? Who else knows? How did Nancy find out?

“You worked yesterday?” Carlos asks, sitting down at the bar. Nancy leans against the counter, swirling the ice in her drink like she’s nervous.

“Hell no! But I did get a text from Marjan, and then a very detailed phone call later— also from Marjan.”

That tracks, he thinks, as he washes down the lump in his throat with caffeine and caramel syrup.

Tagging ya know, everyone but also:

@freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom @heartstringsduet @birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @orchidscript @rmd-writes @carlos-tk

#plot twist #see a friend (see a ghost) #is actually a Nancy & Carlos best friends fic #I’ve been thinking exclusively of their sub-plot lately #tarlos #911 lone star #my fanfic #wip wednesday

[spaghett-onaplate]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag Milo @cozy-fish-crow !!

From my Tarlos roommates and realistic fantasy AU:

TK wakes up an indeterminable amount of time later, overheated, mouth dry and limbs heavy. One of his shoes is still on, the other somehow on top of the dresser opposite the edge of his bed. He’s star-fished horizontally over his bed, his pillow clutched beneath one arm.

The all-day throbbing of his head and full-body tired ache has receded though, so he counts that as a win and lies still for a while longer, swallowing thickly and blinking groggily. His curtains are still wide open, and the sky outside is dark, well into the night. From the kitchen comes sizzling noises, and the tap of a spoon against a pot.

TK frowns and drags himself to his feet, finally taking off his shoe.

Tagging (no pressure!): @iworshipsappho @carlos-in-glasses @stygianirondiangelo

#it is not sunday for most of the world yet but good morning to me and my early shift! 😭 #this is not the part of the fic i stayed up too late working on last night </3 #seven sentence sunday #911 lone star #911 ls fanfic #pws tarlos roommates fic

[detective-giggles]

WIP Wednesday

I feel my muses slipping so this is likely gonna be my last WIP Wednesday for a while but 🤷🏻‍♀️ @chaotictarlos thank youuuuu for the tag. Hopefully under the cut for smut. I’m not copying it though, you get a picture straight out of my Unbeta’d Google doc! Likely typos and all!

Tagging: @thebumblecee @noxsoulmate @tailoredshirt @bonheur-cafe

#tarlos sexy times #a prompt that is very late and got out of hand #911 lone star fic #tarlos

[sznofthesticks]

lone star friends, i need help, i know it's believed that tk was born in december 1993 but is there a confirmed birth date for him? pls and thank you

#i'm late on the birthday plot line fics because its january now #but i had an idea #and the juices are flowing #so fuck it #PLS HELP ME #I CAN'T REMEMBER IF ITS EVER SAID IN THE SHOW #911 lone star #tk strand

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

A conversation between Carlos and TK where Carlos asks TK if he wants to become a captain like his dad one day and TK is like fuck no. Carlos thinks it’s because he doesn’t want the responsibility, and TK is like well yeah but do you know how much paperwork my dad has to do? I’d never be home. Who would be here to run you a bath and make sure you go to bed and rub your back and snuggle you? Who would pour you a glass of wine when you get home and scratch your head while we watch tv? Who? And Carlos just melts.

#tarlos #tarlos hc #tarlos fic #I guess I need to write this now #I’m heading off on a hike #where I’ve been doing my best writing lately #byeeeee #911 lone star #911 ls #911 lone star fic

[guardian-angle22]

Your TK whump recs are spot on!! Personal is a recent favorite of mine and You Keep Coming Back With a Bird In Your Teeth is the WIP I most look forward to updates on!! Love your taste 💕💕💕!!

So since you've inadvertently become the fic idea person might I suggest some double whump (heavily inspired by fics from another ship)? Basically Carlos gets himself in some trouble/injured and TK with some assistance (preferably Paul) manages to save him and stabilize his condition. However during the getaway it becomes clear TK has sustained a life threatening injury during the rescue. So now Carlos has no choice but to drive the car, fly a plane, etc. to get him to safety while only being able to listen to Paul (the more medically qualified of the two) try desperately to keep TK alive.

[response to this post]

Oh I’ve got fic recs for days, guys. Here have a couple more TK whump fic recs since it's the current topic:

Rumble and Sway & Catch Me If You Can by Mari_Marie (all of their fics are amazing - some really creative AUs.)

I can't breathe until you're resting here with me by @tkstrrand

Guilt will destroy your heart if you let it by @sapphire11

I do love your fic prompt! Especially with the addition of Paul.

You know how to get straight to my heart with that 😂 I desperately need more Paul in 911LS fic ngl. Even if it's just featuring in a Tarlos-centric fic. I would eat it up.

#anon answered #911 lone star fic recs #911 lone star fic prompts #(I am responding to asks so late guys so sorry lol. it took me way longer than usual to scroll back to the post to link 😬)

[alrightbuckaroo]

saw that @rmd-writes left an open tag and decided to run with it! here's a snippet of a fic that's just an excuse to fill my tarlos mid 2000s rom-com fantasy

“I think the new guy hates me.” TK leans against the wall of Nancy’s cubicle. He picks up her Rubik’s Cube, fidgeting with it to keep himself steady. Nancy doesn’t look away from her computer screen, her fingers typing a mile a minute.

“TK, I swear to god,” Nancy turns towards him, giving her hands a moment to rest. “If you mess up all the work I’ve done on that thing I will never forgive you. I dedicated half of of my flight back from Seattle to it.”

“Nance, I can see where you peeled off the stickers,” TK moves the Rubik’s Cube around his hand, noticing that some of the red squares are eschew. Nancy grabs it from him before putting it back on her desk.

“Any cosmetic changes made to this is strictly between me and the passenger in seat C23. Anyways, moving on,” She turns back to her computer, and starts typing away. “New guy’s name is Carlos and Carlos doesn’t hate you, he doesn’t hate anyone.”

TK rolls his eyes, “Oh please, the only people who say things like that are centrist politicians and social media influencers who forgot to scrub their social media of any post from ten years ago.”

Nancy chuckles softly, and TK eyes widen. “Oh god that’s your pity chuckle. He really does hate me.”

“That’s actually my “TK is being overly dramatic” chuckle but they do sound very similar so I understand the confusion." Nancy doesn’t look at TK as she says it, her eyes glancing over the wall of text in front of her.

“You think this is funny.” TK doesn’t phrase it as a question; he already knows. Nancy thinks this is funny.

“Of course not.” Nancy looks over at him and smiles. “I think it’s hilarious.” TK rolls his eyes but the motion is playful, not pissed. Nancy’s wide smile falls into a casual grin. “Look, I need to get this draft to Tommy before one. Can your self made spiral wait until then? We can talk all about how much Carlos hates while you buy me lunch.”

“So he does hate me.”

Nancy turns back to her computer, typing away as she picks up where she left off. Like TK didn’t just declare a state of emergency. “1 p.m., TK.” Nancy answers, not looking away from her screen.

“Fine,” TK accepts defeat; he’s not going to stand in the way of Nancy and her deadline. Well, he could try, but it’s not like he would win. “But I’m picking the place.”

“Good with me.” Nancy calls after him as he walks back to his cubicle. When she’s sure he’s out of earshot, she mutters to herself, “As long as we’re not going back to Sally’s.”

—

“Welcome to Sally’s! My name is Charlene and I’ll be your waitress today.”

also tagging anyone who just wants to join in!

#nancy is tk's judy greer basically #fic: lone star lately #my writing #tarlos #tk strand #nancy gillian #wip wednesday

[birdclowns]

seven sentence sunday!

thank you for the tags @reyesstrand & @heartstringsduet <3 I know the food one won the poll but I haven't really. written a whole lot this weekend. so have some more of 34 steps / apartment au<3

TK leans back against the building, looking up at the stars with him. "I get it," he murmurs, "it was late, and Pearce seems like a piece of work."

Carlos huffs out a laugh, startling himself with it. "You've got no idea." His smile is blinding - no match for the city lights surrounding them, but just as dazzling as the stars above them. "You tell your neighbor you're a cop once and he decides you're the apartment complex's complaint department. I'm not, by the way. Don't get any ideas." He points a finger at TK, expression serious. TK mock-salutes him in answer. 

They lapse into a comfortable silence, watching the world around them. The disappointment of his lost cigarette becomes too unavoidable for TK and he reaches for the pack on his lap. He hesitates, looking up at Carlos through his eyelashes with raised eyebrows in question. Carlos had just joked about how they’re deadly, so TK thinks it’d be understandable if he said no.

Surprisingly, Carlos just shrugs a shoulder, looking at him with kind eyes. “If you’re asking if I want one, no. But you can, it’s fine.”

He doesn’t ask again, taking one out and lighting it. Brown eyes track his hand movement as he brings it up to his lips, eyes darkening as he inhales. TK turns his head away from Carlos to blow the smoke out and when he turns his head back, Carlos is looking up at the sky again, hands clasped in his lap tightly.

“I’m TK, by the way,” he starts, flicking ash off the end of the fire escape and watching it disappear, “I never actually introduced myself - I was too busy being annoyed.” He takes another drag, smirking when he catches Carlos’ burning gaze.

Carlos hums, flicking his eyes back to the sky for a moment before asking the ever burning question, “What brings you to Austin, TK?”

TK leans his head back against the wall of the building, letting it thump just a bit harder than necessary. His hand moves in a vague gesture. “Oh, you know, reasons.” At Carlos’ worried look, he adds, “I didn’t like - commit a crime or anything, officer.”

tagging; @inflarescent @bonheur-cafe @alrightbuckaroo and anyone else I am. not awake enough to go through posts rn

#i DID finish the firsy chapter late last night #fic; 34 steps #tag game #jasper writes #911 lone star #911 lone star fics #tarlos

[mckiwi]

Whumptober 2022 Day 3: Hair's Breath from Death

Characters: Stephen Strange

Prompt: Impaled

Summary: Being impaled seems to be a common way to die across the multiverse

It occurred to Stephen one night, as he stared up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom, that just about every Stephen Strange across the multiverse had been killed. Granted some were only temporarily, such as himself on multiple occasions, but most did not walk away from their deaths. Thanks to the actions of his Sinister variant, he was sure there were even more Stranges than even he knew of that had died. Every Strange he's ever met or heard of had been murdered unless you counted Sinister's victims as suicides. Stephen still pondered that from time to time. He had technically killed himself, after all. Would that count as suicide or murder? What would killing yourself multiple times be considered? He could never figure it out and didn't want to risk asking someone else for input. They would think he's insane. Stephen's already thought that enough himself.

He still dreams sometimes, of other universes, and he always wakes up gasping for breath as his variant takes their last. Never before. Some were quick, such as the time Thanos decapitated a variant of him. Others were prolonged, like when Thanos separated him limb by limb using the space stone or when Defender had been stabbed by the creature trying to capture America. (She had dubbed the 'other' him as the Defender variant. She had also named the Sinister and Supreme variants. He once asked her what his name would be, to which she responded, 'My Stephen').

He almost laughs as the thought came to him. Three of four variants had been impaled. Himself by Dormammu and during the possible outcomes. Defender by the creature. Sinister by the fence post. He hoped Supreme's death was painless. Having a rod or spear shoved through your torso wasn't a nice feeling, then again neither was having your lungs fill with blood. He didn't know which was worse, actually.

Christine of the 838 universe had told him all Stranges were alike. She was right, he even admitted it. What she didn't know was just how much of a truth that was. He had told her not to let anything happen to America. He had used the Darkhold knowing it would cause corruption to save America. Defender's last act was saving America. Sure, Stephen had died on his own millions of times, but dying in your variant's body was a whole new experience. On his own, he had control of his actions and emotions. He wasn't just a puppet like he was in his dreams, forced to feel the phantom pains of death and the outskirts of love, grief, and guilt. So much guilt. Even as Defender lay dying, he felt such an intense fondness for America, guilt over leaving her and hoping she would make it without him. (Part of him wondered if that was why he got attached to her so quickly). It was almost enough to overshadow the agony of having a hole seared through his chest.

The other variant that had been impaled was Sinister. The variant that he killed. He couldn't think about that much. He couldn't think about the thousands of lives that variant had perished. That wasn't him. Couldn't be him. How could anyone with his same DNA do such a thing? Maybe he did himself (himselves?) all across the multiverse a favor by killing him. It was ironic, really. Poetic in a sadistic way. Have you ever had that dream where you're falling as if you've been pushed off a tall building? That was probably me. He wasn't wrong, in the end. Stephen had even gained a third eye like him. Had been corrupted for love just like Supreme, as well.

Maybe they were all more alike than even he realized. What makes Stephen Strange… Stephen Strange? Having your career ruined? Unrequited love worth dying/killing over? Apparently being impaled? Death? Was every Stephen's life purpose just to die?

Then why was he still alive? What was the point?

Stephen closed his eyes at that and rolled over onto his side, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 3 #impaled #stephen strange #sinister strange #defender strange #supreme strange #christine palmer #america chavez #multiverse of madness #late night thoughts starring a lonely doctor #character analysis #fic #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mckiwiwrites

[scattered-winter]

you know what? fuck you (gives the blorbo a baby to take care of)

#late last night i remembered one of my fav fics of all time....ugh #the urge to make a single parent au for litcherally no reason other than i can #im in a lone star mood so perhaps....au where gwyn's other son is born a lot sooner and maybe she and owen are both gone #so tk has to raise his baby brother like his own #etc etc #OR a buddie version where chris is only a baby when buck and eddie meet #i just <3 theres soooooo much in taking care of a Baby. not a kid. a baby. so much potential for fluff and angst in this au #winter speaks #ohuehuehuehue.....it could be a birdflash au also (no capes dick raising baby damian after bruce dies) #head FULL.

[morganaspendragonss]

had a dream last night that carlos wound up with a bomb strapped to his chest and they ran out of time to remove it and he got blown to bits in front of tk…

#i briefly thought it was real when i woke up and started thinking about fic #my dreams lately have been so strange #idk what’s going on maybe the heat is cooking my brain lmao #911 lone star #shut up holly

[gffa]

I have been drifting back to STAR WARS fandom lately and I have been greatly rewarded for it, especially in the gen fic veins, because there have been some banger fics authors have been putting out! And the thing that really gets me in the fannish heart is that there's more and more fics about the Jedi, both for exploring the characters and the culture. I have been able to find multiple fics that have been kind to Mace Windu! I have been able to find multiple fics that explain what attachment actually is to the Jedi and to Star Wars! I have been able to find multiple fics that lift my spirit up or punch me in the feelings in exactly the right way, both for the usual disaster lineage faves, but also for the Jedi as a whole. I'm serious, that means the world to me in this fandom, and I desperately want to share that with you all. LET ME SHOVE FIC AT YOU THAT LOVES THESE CHARACTERS AND THIS WORLD AS MUCH AS I DO!!

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE: ✦ wayfinding by night by wrennette, obi-wan & luke & cast, time travel, 10.2k     Before him stood a fellow Jedi, worn and weary with loss. Obi-Wan finds himself on Ahch-To and helps Luke find a path through his grief. ✦ may you inherit his light by notbecauseofvictories, leia & bail & anakin & cast, 2.5k     When your father dies, say the Coruscanti, you are left clutching a star map for a different galaxy. In this, as in many things, Leia is her fathers' daughter. ✦ No Freedom From the Storm (But Peace In Its Midst) by Be_Right_Back, mace & cast, ~1k     Mace is freefalling. On his way down, he meets Hatred, and reaches for Serenity. ✦ "...if you remain his student" by Peppermint_Shamrock, anakin & ahsoka & cast, 3.9k     Ahsoka doesn't leave the Jedi Order. This does not save Anakin. This was never going to save Anakin. Nor stop him. ✦ a distant fire is burning by e_va, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cal, time travel, 47.4k wip     Cal Kestis can move backwards in time (kinda-sorta-not really), and his confrontation with Darth Vader in the Fortress Inquisitorius plays out a lot differently. Fixing the timeline while stuck in his 10-year-old body will be quite the task, but Cal is up to it. He has to be. (Obi-Wan, Anakin, and the clone troopers have no idea what to make of Kenobi's weird new padawan. At least the kid fits in, though.) ✦ No Death, Only the Force by ExtraPenguin, anakin & mace & depa & shmi, 2.8k     Anakin Skywalker is just about to to free his mother from the Tuskens when the Force rudely yanks him to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant – and into Mace Windu's body. Mace, on the other hand, gets tossed into Anakin's body on Tatooine. ✦ Well Met by avocadomoon, obi-wan/padme (unconsumated) & corde & anakin, 19k     "Here and then gone again," Padmé said. "It must be lonely." "Sometimes," Obi-Wan said. "But a Jedi is never truly alone."

THIS FANDOM HAS A HAMMER AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF NAILS AND A REALLY GOOD STAPLE GUN, WE'RE FIXING WHAT CANON BROKE AND NOBODY CAN STOP US NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ Begin again by mauvera, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & padme & mace & dooku & cast, time travel, 78.9k     Five years into his self imposed exile on Tattooine, Obi-Wan Kenobi is gifted the chance to go back and bring hope back to the galaxy. With hindsight on his side, he fully intends to save his master, save his padawan, make some new and old friends again, prepare the Jedi for a war they’ll hopefully never see and begin to pull apart all the many tangled threads of the Sith Lord’s plans. ✦ Repetition by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & obi-wan, time loop, 3k     Cody wakes up from a nightmare on the way to Utapau, again and again.

CANON-COMPLIANT (MOSTLY, UP TO A CERTAIN POINT, WHATEVER) DISASTER LINEAGE: ✦ it's like i can feel time moving by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 5.4k     “Hi,” Anakin says. It's after midnight. “Is everything alright?” “Can’t a man stop by his old master’s room?” Obi-Wan stares at him blankly. “Are you out of food?” ✦ yes, I will take you / I will love you, again by foreverstudent, obi-wan & anakin & cast, time travel, 2.5k     "So you have tried, Padawan." Qui-Gon takes a moment, and his expression is steely but not unkind--the one Obi-Wan remembers from particularly grueling training sessions. "Would you try again, if you had the chance?" OWK!Obi-Wan gets another chance, with a child he once left behind. ✦ No Good Deed Goes Unpunished by kittona, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.1k     Anakin gets a bit overprotective when his loved ones are sick. Luckily, he has the best home remedy for a cold. ✦ nothing a cup of tea can't fix by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.5k     when Anakin shows up to Obi-Wan's quarters in the middle of the night, the Jedi Master knows something has gone awry. answering Anakin's desperate cry for help, Obi-Wan is reminded of how very, very prone to dramatics his former padawan and grand padawan are. or Ahsoka gets sick and Anakin flips his shit. ✦ Stick Figures by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2k     war is hard. war is draining. to make it more bearable, little mementos* are routinely given. *mementos: encouraging notes, funny little drawings, little gifts, fun snacks, and poems which might get Anakin in trouble. ✦ When the Ground Breaks by stolen_pen_name23, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.7k     An earthquake causes devastation on the planet of Berchest. Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka work together to help save civilians until disaster pulls them apart. ✦ never fear, young one by marverse, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 6.2k     Ever since her first day of being a padawan, Ahsoka Tano remembers the words that Master Skywalker had once told her. And every time, she wonders, wonders, and wonders. ✦ the street's a little kinder when you're home by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & anakin, 5.2k     "So catch me up," Anakin says. "What did I miss?” Nothing. Nothing happens when you’re gone. “Oh, the usual.” [or: anakin goes missing. obi-wan doesn't handle it well.] ✦ holding anchor by foreverstudent, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 3.2k     At the landing of Point Rain, an injured Obi-Wan allows himself to be sentimental over his former padawan, and Anakin patches up his old master. ✦ Nothing to Say by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & satine, 3.2k     (or: Anakin and Satine don’t know how to talk to each other. Until they remember the very important thing they have in common.) ✦ Aggressive Negotiations by SkyBlue1309, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 2.2k     People forget that Anakin was raised by the Negotiator. He was bound to pick up on a thing or two. ✦ At The Window by Peppermint_Shamrock, obi-wan & anakin, ~1k     In the early days of Anakin's apprenticeship, Obi-Wan searches for him in the Temple. ✦ The Words by Ibelin, obi-wan & anakin, 3.9k     Obi-Wan Kenobi has never said I love you in his life. He can say a lot of other things, though.

JEDI CULTURE AND WORLDBUILDING AND CELEBRATION: ✦ Refractions of Light by Independence1776, ezra & kanan, 1.3k     Kanan celebrates a Jedi holiday with Ezra. ✦ The grand outing by Ingata, dooku & sifo-dyas & obi-wan & bant & garen & reeft & yoda & cast, 4.5k     Eight younglings and two Jedi masters on a field trip. What could possibly go wrong? ✦ into the statue that breathes by spoonks, obi-wan & feemor & cast, 8.5k     The night watch in the garden was supposed to be the calmest of them all. No mischievous Padawans “sneaking” in or out, or ne’er-do-well civilians conducting “business” around the lower-level entrances that they didn’t know existed. No the gardens was still, and it was like time was frozen in ice that slowly melted away with the rising of the sun. A slow drip, drip— Drip. Immediately Feemor turned towards the central waterfall. Someone was standing there. Whoever they were, they were small and moved through katas with their hands open like a greeting. ✦ The Temple vs. Order 66 by LauraBWrites, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cody & jedi & jedi temple, 3.9k     The Temple cannot defy the Will of the Force. But it can, it will prepare for the possible outcomes. It can damn well fight back. ✦ We Three Runaways. by Aethir, obi-wan & depa & komari, 2.7k     In which Depa and Obi-Wan bond, and a new sister is found. ✦ A Short Break by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & yoda, ~1k     Luke complains about his training, and asks about Jedi training of old. ✦ we are made of our longest days by bereft_of_frogs, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 4.4k     Two years after the events of The Phantom Menace, Obi-Wan and his new apprentice are called to a remote moon to fetch a baby who’s showing signs of a rare, unique power. On their journey home, Obi-Wan reflects on the last child he brought to the Temple and catches a faint glimpse of three possibly entwining futures.

I AM A PREQUELS ERA BITCH AND I'M MAKING THAT EVERYONE ELSE'S PROBLEM: ✦ the salle at dawn by maragny, anakin & mace, 1.5k wip     Master Windu is the best duellist in the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker is seventeen, he duels Mace for the first time, and it ruins both of them for anyone else. ✦ Saving People Counts as Revenge, Right? by ImperialKatwala, obi-wan & anakin & dooku, time travel, 4.3k wip     Count Dooku of Serenno is an intelligent man. His methods may be a bit severe, and he may not be allowed true freedom to plan campaigns in the war he helped create, but he has always had an eye for strategy. Moving the pieces around the board and plotting out where they will need to be next. So, when he opens his eyes after Anakin Skywalker cut his head off, he knows to take a moment to assess what’s going on. ✦ if I could find solid ground again by maragny, anakin & depa, 1.5k     “You never told me what we’re doing today,” Anakin says, a little hesitant. “I…I don’t know much about Jedi things yet.” "Good thing we’re not doing Jedi things, then,” Depa replies. “We’re cooking!” Or, Anakin and Depa, finding their places in their family. ✦ Birds Fly in Different Directions by Triscribe, jedi & clones, time travel, 14.6k     In the corridor beyond her quarters, other Jedi were emerging from their own doors, most of them wide-eyed with shock. A few merely looked blearily concerned, and Aayla heard snatches of questions as she darted past, queries as to whether everyone experienced the same distressing vision. But those who clutched at their chests or throats, their weak points- those Jedi bore a muted horror in their eyes, and Aayla didn’t doubt they’d just suffered their own betrayals from trusted men.

✦ The Master, The Padawan, and The Force by Pandora151, padme & ahsoka, 1.9k     Padmé Naberrie was never one to procrastinate. More than that, she maintained a steady, consistent schedule — something that she’d managed to keep ever since she was a Padawan. She was always on top of everything, from her responsibilities with the war to training her own Padawan, Ahsoka. She was well-known throughout the Order for being steady, reliable. And most notably, no matter what, she didn’t just forget things. Which made her current situation all the more…ridiculous. ✦ Off-by-one Error by Jessepinwheel, obi-wan & cast, 12.2k     A stranger appears in the Jedi Temple. Nobody knows who he is or where he came from. Nobody knows what has happened to him except that it must have been something truly terrible. The stranger's name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. ✦ splinters of light by wrennette, dooku & jocasta & sifo-dyas & yoda & jaster & jango & cast, time travel, 22.5k     When Dooku's dying consciousness was sent back into his younger body, at first he remembered only that something important would happen on Korda VI, and soon. His investigations brought both clarity and confusion, and a conviction that he must atone for evils not yet enacted. ✦ The Road that Reaches by ExtraPenguin, anakin & mace & yoda & depa & shmi, 11.5k     As the Council sits down on Naboo to consider the newly-knighted Obi-Wan Kenobi's request to take young Anakin Skywalker as his padawan, they're informed of what transpired on Tatooine – and that Anakin used to be a slave. Mace Windu goes to interview the young child to confirm this, and gets rather more than he signed up for. ✦ the salle at dawn by maragny, anakin &/ mace, 5.1k     Master Windu is the best duellist in the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker is seventeen, he duels Mace for the first time, and it ruins both of them for anyone else. ✦ through the dark (like two flames) by treescape, kanan/cal & quinlan, 5.3k     A Jedi found him on Bracca. Or, in the weeks after Order 66, Cal Kestis and Caleb Dume are reunited on Jabiim. Five years late, on the run from Inquisitors, they have a decision to make. ✦ Resilience by TemporaryUniverse, obi-wan & mace, 3.3k     Twelve years after his defeat at the Battle of Naboo, Obi-Wan's greatest enemy has returned from the dead. Obi-Wan has faced Maul and lost. Now it is time to face himself. ✦ The Buried Truth is Your Favorite Lie by Peppermint_Shamrock, dooku & yoda, ~1k     Dooku tries and fails to leave the past behind. ✦ Hanging On by the Last Threads of Our Hope by IllyanaA, ahsoka & rex, 5.2k     Ahsoka and Rex have endured too much. After the Fall, they stay together until they can't, but the Force has a way of bringing them back together. It's a fact for which both of them are immeasurably grateful.

MULTIGENERATIONAL STAR WARS IS THE BEST STAR WARS: ✦ Future Tense by CeruleanTactician, obi-wan & anakin & luke, time travel, 1.4k     Obi-Wan and Anakin find themselves twenty years in the future, where they meet a young man by the name of Luke Skywalker. ✦ Keepsakes by Coalmine301, obi-wan & leia, 2k     “You were the one who gave me my bantha, weren’t you?” “Yes,” Obi-wan nodded with a small smile. “Your father told me they were your favorite animal. At least then it was.” ✦ Why the Sith Don't Have Class Reunions by Peppermint_Shamrock, anakin & palpatine & maul & dooku & ventress, time travel, 1.9k     Sith apprentices rarely agree with one another (there’s a reason for the Rule of Two, after all), but Darth Sidious is starting to think that it’s worse when they do. ✦ My Dear Padawan by Tulak_Hord, luke & yoda & palpatine, time travel, 3.2k     In which a time-travelling Luke Skywalker successfully saves the Galaxy in perhaps the most horrifying manner imaginable. ✦ The Return by Pandora151, obi-wan & leia & haja, 1.4k     Haja wonders about the others. He wonders about the people he’s sent to the Path from Daiyu — not just Kenobi and the Princess, but that Force-sensitive boy and his mother, the Nautolan teenager from a few weeks ago, the young Kel Dor child and his even younger siblings. Did they all make it home? Are they safe? Was all of this worth it? ✦ Message From Guiding Light by Batsutousai, obi-wan & leia & mace, time travel, 2.2k     Ben and Leia never make it to Mapuzo on the borrowed supply shuttle, instead finding themselves in the middle of the Clone Wars.

FRIENDSHIP WITH CANON ENDED, THIS COOL AU IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND NOW: ✦ Not A Moment Too Soon by Triscribe, depa & kanan & cast, 2k     The first time she stumbled, her padawan said nothing, simply offering his shoulder for her to lean on. ✦ Parallel Lines by Pandora151, obi-wan & anakin, time travel, time loop, 10.7k     Darth Vader leans back in his chair, allowing a small smile to form on his lips, hidden by his helmet. “There is no escape from this, Obi-Wan,” he utters. He looks down at the neat line of text, and the Force echoes his words. “No escape from the past.” ✦ through the dark (like two flames) by treescape, ca/kanan & quinlan, 5.3k     A Jedi found him on Bracca. Or, in the weeks after Order 66, Cal Kestis and Caleb Dume are reunited on Jabiim. Five years late, on the run from Inquisitors, they have a decision to make. ✦ Loth-Cats and Loth-Rats by TessaDoesThings, mace & depa & kanan & ezra, 19k     All Mace Windu wanted out of the Post-Clone Wars world was a simple trip with his lineage to the long-forgotten Jedi Temples of the Outer Rim. However, on Lothal, the three might have bitten off more than they expected. The Republic may have triumphed, but the roots of what could have become the empire are gripped in the corners of the galaxy, and it might be time for some aggressive space weeding. Or a coup d'etat. That would work too. ✦ a princess, a farmer, a teacher by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & luke & leia & bail, 1.4k     Early in the morning, a girl and few men knock on a door. They don't wear anything resembling a soldier, but Obi-Wan has been a soldier long enough to notice the tense shoulders and wary looks beneath civilian clothing. She doesn't wear anything resembling a princess, but Obi-Wan knows these fierce eyes and grace coming from a righteous cause. or A New Hope AU where Vader doesn't attack Leia's ship and Leia herself delivers the news to Obi-Wan and consequently Obi-Wan doesn't die. ✦ What I Wouldn't Give To See Your Ghost by Triscribe , depa & kanan & cast, time travel, 1.2k     “Who are you?” Depa demanded, externally calm but internally frantic. “What is this place? And where is my padawan?” ✦ when that day comes by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & maul, modern au/reincarnation au, 44.8k     [or: the alternate universe where anakin skywalker has the chance at some new life…but only if he saves the life of a reincarnated obi-wan kenobi. the catch: neither of them know who the other was in the galaxy far, far away…but that might very well change.]

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[simpingforstardew]

lone star

pairing: sdv shane x reader

synopsis: stargazing w/ shane. this fic takes place ‘post-game’ (i.e., after the farmer receives the ‘key to the town’, and after shane begins therapy’). friends to lovers enjoyers rise up !!

warnings: angst, with comfort and fluff; descriptions of poor mental health, depression etc. stay safe. ♡

(this is crossposted from ao3).

word count: 1.9k

In the calm of the valley, the night sky stretches out in a breathtaking display: the stars shine proudly, their brilliance undimmed by city lights. Despite moving to Pelican Town four years ago, you're still awestruck by the vastness of the cosmos visible to the naked eye— a sight that would have been obscured by the city smog in Zuzu. Back there, spotting a single star was a rare blessing; seeing one that was not, in fact, just the mistaken dim glow of a passing helicopter was an even greater rarity.

Nestling your head into the sturdy hay bale beneath you, you inhale the earthy scent of dried grass mingling with the crisp night air. Above, the canopy of stars twinkles in a mesmerising dance, each constellation a story waiting to be told. Your gaze flits between the shimmering points of light, tracing the familiar patterns of the night sky.

Beside you, your loyal companion snores softly, a comforting rhythm that grounds you in the present moment. Absentmindedly, you stroke the sleeping dog's fur, feeling the warmth of their body against your fingertips. The bottles of pumpkin juice you had meticulously prepared lay forgotten on the ground, their contents untouched. Your large blanket, meant to shield you from the nocturnal chill, sits idle at your feet.

Despite the breathtaking beauty of the scene before you, a pang of guilt tugs at your heart. It feels almost selfish, you think, to bask in such a gorgeous view alone.

Without hesitation, you rise from your spot beside the barn, stretching your tight shoulders with a huff before swiftly leaping over the hardwood fence. Only one other person in town would be awake at this late hour, and you knew exactly where you would find him. You took a deep breath of the crisp air before making your way down the dirt road towards Cindersap Forest.

“Oh, sure– just let yourself in, I guess,” Shane’s gruff voice murmurs from the kitchen, “I can’t believe Lewis lets you keep that ‘Key to the Town’, fuckin’ bullshit.”

You lean against the door frame, a smirk tugging on your lips as Shane pulls out a steaming bowl of ‘JojaBrand™ Meal for One®: Pepper Poppers’ from the microwave. "Shh, you know you secretly enjoy my surprise visits, Shane," you tease, "Besides, I came over to ask you something."

“Well, are you gonna spit it out, toots, or do you plan on waking up the whole house for this announcement?” Shane grumbles, searching for a clean fork. Years ago, you found his standoffish demeanour frustrating– unfortunately for him, however, it only fuelled your desire to develop a relationship with him; to break down those walls he built up.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to stargaze with me,” you smile, a genuine toothy grin. “It’s a nice night for it.”

Shane’s eyebrows shoot up momentarily as he hesitates, glancing towards you, “You seriously came over just to ask me that?”

“You don’t have to join me if you don’t want to,” you reply, chuckling softly as you push off the door frame and turn to leave, “Just figured we hadn’t caught up in a while.”

You hear a groan coming from behind you, followed by the clattering of a bowl being discarded on the kitchen counter. He had always had a soft spot for you.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shane sighs, “Lemme grab my jacket.”

The night air is crisp as you and Shane traverse the farm. The distant sound of crickets chirping provides a soothing backdrop to the quiet countryside, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Shane walks behind you, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his well-worn jacket; his posture stiff and guarded as always.

As you reach your spot by the barn, you unfurl the blanket and settle against the hay, gazing up at the expanse of stars above.

"So, how've you been, buddy?" you offer Shane a bottle of pumpkin juice, noting the tension in his shoulders. "Feels like I haven't seen much of you lately."

Despite Shane's usual standoffish demeanour, there is a subtle shift in his presence as he lowers himself onto the blanket beside you and grabs the juice. His shoulders relax ever so slightly, and for the first time in a long while, there is a hint of vulnerability in his gaze as he turns his attention skyward.

“I’ve been… I don’t know. Good.” Shane's voice trails off as shifts his gaze to the bottle in his hand, his shoulders slouched while his words hang heavy in the air. He drops his head against the rough surface of the hay bale behind him.

Glancing towards him, you note the furrow in his brow and the tension in his shoulders; his strong features illuminated by the moonlight. You resist the urge to press him further, allowing a comfortable silence to settle between you.

Lost in contemplation, you find solace in the vastness above.

After what felt like an eternity, Shane spoke up once more: his voice barely above a whisper.

"Any time I go shopping, like at Pierre’s or when I used to restock the shit they sold at JojaMart, I’d always feel like I’m in the way, y’know?” Shane confesses, his gaze fixed on the black velvet of the night sky. “As if someone is gonna be blocked off by me. And I know it’s not just 'cause I'm a big guy, doll, because then I leave the shop and realise that I still feel like I’m in the way.”

“Do you feel like that now?” you probe, allowing your gaze to drift towards him.

“Kinda, yeah. I always feel like that, I guess,” Shane admits, his voice tinged with resignation. He takes a swig of his juice. “Like I’m some kind of… rock stuck in a stream, with everybody else on planet Earth barging ahead around me—or some other flowery metaphor Elliot’d come up with, I don’t fucking know.”

“Is therapy helping with that feeling? Seems to me like you’re really making progress, if that means anything.” you reply, too enamoured with the contours of his side profile to notice the way his pinky finger locks with yours on the plush blanket. A promise of vulnerability.

“Sorta, but there's a pressure there as well, y’know? Gotta be happy all the time now, otherwise what was it all for? I don't even have a job anymore, I just... I’m just worried that…” Shane pauses, his fingers absentmindedly plucking at the hay behind him, “…Ah, forget it.”

“Worried that what?” You turn to face him, the spectacle of the cosmos long-forgotten.

“It's just that… what if my addiction; shitty personality; tendency to lie about the most basic crap to see people’s reaction; awful sense of humour; impulse to fall in love with someone if they’re nice to me; horrid fashion sense; inability to take a photo of myself smiling: all that crap… are all irrefutable? What if I was doomed to—”

“Shane, don’t—”

“I’ve tried… I’ve tried so hard every day of my life, (Y/n).” Shane's voice cracks, “I just… don’t wanna be a screw-up anymore.”

"Shane, you are not a screw-up," you demur, reaching out a hand to stroke his soft bicep, "You're just… human. You've already taken huge steps by just acknowledging your screw-up-ness and reaching out for help. And yeah, you have been trying, every single day. That's bravery, Shane. That's strength! I'm tired of you being the only one who doesn't see that."

The following silence is only interrupted by the distant chirping of crickets. Shane's eyes wearily scan your face for some kind of tell, as if your response was an inauthentic prank meant to lull him into a false sense of security. The bags under his eyes are shadowed and heavy. Your heart swells. “Repeat after me—”

“(Y/n), please—” pleads Shane.

“Mister Shane Andrew Miller, repeat after me!”

“Yes, Ma'am,” He chuckles, wiping away a stray tear.

“I, Shane, am a strong, brave, and amazing person; and I am going to be okay.”

“I’m a strong, brave, amazing person… and I'm gonna be okay.”

“Louder!”

“I'm gonna be okay!” He shouts— hands cupped around his mouth to bellow into the sleeping farm. After a nervous chuckle, Shane resigns to a slouch as he looks towards you with a blush warming his cheeks.

“Feel a little better?”

“I feel like a jack-ass,” Shane mumbles,“But yeah, a little.”

“Good,” you reach your hand out to caress his cheek, your thumb tracing patterns in his stubble when he leans into the touch, “and you only looked a little like a jack-ass.”

“Fuck off,” Shane laughs, the banter bringing a familiar light to his eyes, as he shoves your hand away playfully.

You both stay like that for a moment after the laughter dies down, embraced by the warmth of each other's silent company— one of you occasionally turning to retell the latest town gossip, or reference an inside joke neither of you can remember the origins of.

“I should, uh, be heading back now,” Shane moves to stand up, groaning as he stretches his legs, “Penny's taking the kiddo to the community centre tomorrow for some arts and crafts, and I gotta be up early to pack her lunch.”

You look up at his looming form, only now realising how long you had both been out here for.

“Of course, no worries,” you clumsily rise to your feet as your lips quiver with a tentative grin, a delicate curve that hovers on the precipice of expression. “Um, tell Jas I say ‘Hi’, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Shane replies, the awkwardness palpable, “Night, (Y/n),”

“Goodnight,” you raise your hand in a half-hearted wave as you watch his slouching figure turn to leave.

He makes it a couple steps, barely out of reach, before a surge of courage propels you forward. Reaching out to grasp the sleeve of Shane’s frayed hoodie before doubt can inhibit your impulsion, you pull him towards you.

Your lips crash on his in a rush of fervent emotion. One of Shane’s calloused hands instinctively rises to the nape of your neck; the other wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer, desperately. Bodies flush against each other as his fingers tangle in your hair.

A tingling sensation runs through your body. You reach up to gently cup his face as he deepened the kiss, his trembling lips continue moving against yours with a gentle urgency. In this moment, nothing else matters - no worries or fears, no past or future, no moon or stars.

Your heart races as you both pull away.

“To be clear, if this is, like, a pity thing or whatever,” Shane mumbles, his lips tickling your own as he attempts to catch his breath. “That’s um– that’s fine by me, I don’t… I wasn’t expecting this.”

“No that wasn’t… um,” You rest your forehead on his, closing your eyes as you attempt to calm your frantically beating heart, “I just… wanted to kiss you.”

Shane laughs as he brings both hands to your face, cupping your cheeks as he kisses you once more. This was different, however: gentle, soft, yet just as vulnerable. You look up at him, eye’s shining with the light from the stars, as you admire the softness of his usually stern features.

“You were right, this was a nice night to stargaze.”

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