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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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Haikyuu Fanfic recs: Hogwarts edition LOL

Hi..... Okay I have a confession to make. This post is me procrastinating from another fic post (KyouHaba recs) which WAS me procrastinating from a different fic post (SakuAtsu recs),,,,

EDIT: Here’s the link to a SakuAtsu Series rec that came from that cursed draft (ie. the SakuAtsu fic rec LOL).

TLDR; I can’t finish posts LOL.

Anyways, in efforts to make me feel better about not finishing the posts that I started but then stopped cause they got too long (oops), here are some Hogwarts AUs that I loved, cause I’m like really into magic (even though I’ve never actually read Harry Potter OOPS LOL).

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things) by rikke (T) 9.3k /IwaOi/ this fic is so freakin cute omg. I love IwaOi, and the progression of their relationship in this is *chefs kiss*. I love everything about this fic, and pls read all the footnotes while you’re reading the fic because it gives it so much character!!!! Also I would cry if a garden snake bit me too, so back off Iwa :’))))).

Show A Little Faith by minijhi (G) 13.8k /KuroKen/ Singing dwarfs? Yes please. I love the idea of Kenma as ‘the boy who lived’ and the way he was still so Kenma-esk. And Kuroo trying to goad him on, like this is THE combo, and I live for it.

Magicked by HoneyBeeez (T) 8.4k /KyouHaba/ CHECK TAGS, I love KyouHaba Hogwarts fics, and this one is SO good! We do love some slightly oblivious Yahaba and fake delinquent Kyoutani LOL. Though there is some violence and homophobia so if that puts you off, steer clear of this fic :)

nothing half so sweet by rauchblau (T) 1k /IwaOi/ ok so the amortentia trope is such a funny one, and i do love this one LOL. Stupid Iwa is best Iwa.

stardust by InkCaviness (G) 1.4k /KyouHaba/ like I said, in love with KyouHaba and hogwarts fics, anyway,, this one was so short and sweet! It’s full of fluff, and honestly, if you like KyouHaba, read this entire series cause I really love these KyouHaba works :’)))))

The Magic Creampuff of Destiny by thehazelverse (G) 2k /IwaOi/ so obviously, if there is MatsuHana involved, there are cream puffs to be found. This is just pure fluff, and I think that it’s sweeter than the supposed cream puff LOL. It’s literally just Iwa being honest, and that, my dudes, makes for a good fic LOL.

Love from the Quidditch Bleachers by sunablinks (NR) 5.2k /SunaOsa/ I love Suna taking care of Osamu. I think it’s such a cute headcannon, and I need more fics. Would you like forever with me?

It's a Jarvey, Not a Weasel! by awkwardedgeworth (T) 3.8k /SakuAtsu/ PLEASE this fic made me laugh omg. Also RIP eyebrows :( If you think Atsumu’s flirtin is bad, wait till you get to Sakusa LOL.

quidditch gloves, parchment, and custard cream by h_lovely (T) 12.4k /MatsuHana/ THIS IS SO GOOD, I love this fic. It really takes you through the emotions, and I love all the development in it!!!! Their relationship with one another (but only as homies right? ofc ofc), and even their families loving the other, this fic is so good! Read it even if you don’t like slow burn, you won’t even notice <3333

Sixth Time's the Charm by tsumekakusu (T) 2k /KyouHaba/ ok THIS was SO FREAKING funny, please Yahaba how dumb can you get LOL. The number thing made me facepalm so hard, but the ending was cute and that’s all that matters, right?

Sleep by GangstaCrow (T) 5.5k /KyouHaba/ the plot twist.... omg.... I had to pause and take a moment of silence for the people suffering because of LL... Poor Kyoutani.....

when sakura blooms by meowjunhwi (M) 1.8k /SunaOsa ish/ check warnings and tags! Oof this one hurt. Them meeting up after was so cute, and their reminiscing made me so sad :((( I love the SunaAtsu best friend agenda!!!!

Iwaoi's Hogwarts Adventures (series) /IwaOi/ this is an ICONIC IwaOi series, in my personal opinion, and they’re also so stupid throughout the whole thing LOL. We do love the not so secret, secret dating~~

If you made it this far, congrats LOL. I know this was a pretty short post and some of my reviews are lackluster, but I’m really running out of steam and I just want to hurry up and finish this post LOL. Regardless of my lack at appeal, all these fics are definitely worth the read, even if you don’t really ship it because the writers are just THAT GOOD. In hindsight, this kinda just turned into a Seijoh fic rec thing, but that’s ok LOL. Honestly, I might get rid of this and redo it on another day because it’s really just that bsed (my bad). Send me some requests for fic rec posts because I know for a fact, my other ones will not be getting done anytime soon LOL. (also if there are any glaring errors pls send me a message LOL thx in advanced!)

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s1utspeare · 3 years

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Get To Know Me!

@foxofninetales tagged me in this ask game and since I LOVE HER i will now be doing it (i mean i’d do it anyway but now it will be filled with love for FOX i am not accepting CRITICISM ON THIS POINT)

Part I

name: Brigid! I’m named after the Irish goddess of like, poetry, healing, smithcraft, and protection, or the Irish saint (they’re both pretty similar it’s just whether or not you’re talking about Celtic religion or Catholicism). She’s very cool, and I think it’s a very fitting name for who I turned out to be!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i’m an insufferable theatre kid of course I’m a Leo

height: 5'8�� babeeeyyy (172 cm). I’m not short like, at all, but all of my family members are over six foot, so I’m like. tiny in comparison. they all make fun of me all the time for it :(

time: 8:49pm! A delightful time of evening!!!

birthday: July 31st, same day as Harry Potter lol.

nationality: american :P

fave bands/groups/solo artists: hnnnngggghhhh why would u ask me this I don’t KNOW jk i just have a lot uhhhhh all time faves would be Bastille and Mumford and Sons, but I’m SUPER into kpop right now, so my top groups are BTS, Stray Kids, and One OK Rock (who are technically jpop but I really like their stuff). I also am a Broadway BITCH (hello, theatre kid) so before this year all of my Spotify library was basically just show tunes.

song stuck in your head: Get Away by VeriVery. I think they’re a pretty new group? idk i saw them on one of those tumblr promotional things and checked out the music video which is like??? really interesting conceptually? so I’ve just been listening to the song for a while lol.

last movie you watched: Train to Busan! I’m gearing up to write a dmbj zombie apocalypse AU and so I was like “this is a popular zombie film! I’ll watch it for inspiration! :)” holy shit. holy shit i was so wrong. It’s one of the most viscerally affecting films I think I’ve ever seen, I was like. On the verge of an anxiety attack the entire time but in like the best possible way?? it’s a mastery of character introduction and action/horror and I cried for like the last ten minutes straight. SO affecting. I do NOT RECOMMEND IT if u are already made anxious by zombie apocalypse scenarios, blood, violence, and a Lot of Death.

last show you binged: hmmm uh like I’m currently watching Mystic Nine but at like a normal pace, so the last show I probably binge watched was maybeeee The Uncanny Counter on Netflix? HIGHLY recommend that one, I made @cross-d-a watch it and I’m living for her liveblog reactions lmao. Idk most of my free time has been spent writing the past few months which. After months of only having the energy to watch shows is kind of really invigorating? the things u can do when u fix ur health I’ll tell you what

when you created your blog: in 2012 asldighalsdkfjladskjga i came on here to like burdge’s pjo fanart :)

the last thing you googled: "is it bad not to have an air cap on your tire” ALSDIGHALKDFJLADFJA FUCK ME (i learned that it’s not necessarily bad but it can get dirt and stuff built up in there so I went to the store after work today and replaced it)

other blogs: everything is here bc i am too lazy to create a sideblog! so sorry to everyone who does not follow me for cdrama content bc this is all I am now.

why i chose my url: cause it’s my ao3 username and i wanted people to be able to find me more easily on tumblr! :) the long answer is because i love shakespeare and also i think that slut is a really funny word and concept for me especially because i am one of the most sexless people u will ever meet in ur life so slutspeare is like. an aggressively ace joke that only I think is funny.

how many people are you following: 588

how many followers do you have: ah just over 200?!??!!? which is like. a lot for me. I think it was like 75 up until like last year omg

average hours of sleep: my sleep app says I average around eight! which is very good for me! I do have to get enough sleep consistently or I will Have A Bad Time so my sleep schedule is pretty good and luckily I don’t have the Insomnia depression I have the Sleep Lots one which I am glad for bc idk what I’d do if I couldn’t Be Unconscious regularly. Die probably.

lucky numbers: I don’t think I have lucky numbers?? my favorite number is 21 for no reason other than the vibes alone.

instruments: i’ve played the piano for uhhhh.... eighteen years now? and I can play the ukulele and am surprisingly good with the recorder since I’ve had to play it in Multiple Theatre Performances. I was also an honor choir singer back in high school so I’ve done a lot of select ensemble stuff which was super fun!

what i'm currently wearing: a Life Is Good long-sleeved t-shirt that says “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” that I got in a military surplus store like a million years ago and red Adidas athletic shorts that I found at the thrift store a couple weeks back

dream job: playwright! I just wanna be a playwright! playwriting is like drugs i literally go nuts for it

dream trip: I don’t know??? I don’t really like traveling tbh aslidhalkfdj umm I do want to see the grand canyon sometime before I die tho so maybe a road trip down there? I definitely like traveling solo so I’d probably just hang out with myself and drive and go to whatever places I want and see dumb tourist attractions and sing loudly in the car

fave food: CURRY i know i said eggs the last time it asked me this but I miss my local Indian restaurant I want to eat literal Platefuls of tikka masala at 12pm at the Indian buffet after my physics class again :(

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: hmmm i don’t know, actually! probably one where I have Powers and could do Cool Hand Motions and make Lights Appear. If I were anywhere with like. An Actual World-Dooming problem tho I would not be helpful at all. I would just die. Besides, I already live in fictional universes half the time, I’m a writer!

Part II

last song: Basquiat by Pentagon! The music video is like. Very whumpy. So if you’re into that... the song’s also a bop

last stream: i don't watch streams very often, I just watch clips from them, cause those usually just give the best parts lol

currently reading: mmmmmbbbaaaaahhhhh literally nothing? I’m trying to get caught up on the backlog of dmbj fic I haven’t gotten around to so Binding by @vishcount is next on that list! oh I guess I’m also reading Johnny Tremain with my kids (one of them SPOILED THE END and I forgot how it ended and now I’m big sad).

currently watching: Mystic Niiiiinnnneeeeee! love those gay history bitches. everyone in that show is so funny. I just finished the Fuba Side Plot tho and now we’re back to Politics so i’m like >:( someone give zhang baby rishan a hug (and then i write angst about him what is wrong with me)

what is antipoetry to you: antipoetry??? what the heck is antipoetry hold on... uhhhh that’s just poetry. who came up with this term. i guess like lyrical fiction would be the technical correct definition but idk I consider anything to be poetry! like that’s the whole point! poetry is poetry is poetry as long as it’s focused on intensity and emotions it’s poetry! a haiku? poetry. the random one-lined mess of words on my phone? poetry. a literal drawing of a cardinal with the word “bird” written next to it? poetry. idk I’ve been trying to teach my kids that there are no wrong ways to write creatively; if you’re expressing yourself and making emotions, then you’re writing! also like half of my work could be considered antipoetry lmao. I love emotionally supercharging the mundane.

currently craving: i have noooo ideaaaasssss i’m literally just vibing. uh. water? ok i took care of that one my water bottle was right next to me.

AH IF YOU READ THIS MUCH THANK YOU???? i love u

uhhhh no pressure tags for @xia-xueyi, @nope4ever, @bookjoyworm, @elletromil, and @gaiahenshin, as well as anyone else who would like to give the full-rundown on themselves! :D

#ask tag #about me #Brigid's Fox #asldighalsdkfj i thought cross' tag was very funny so i've decided that's my foxofninetales tag from now on #because i love her

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lvnce-mcclain · 4 years

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This is Totally Not a Fic, it’s only a Thought, okay, but imagine:

AU where Buck’s search for his calling didn’t lead him into the SEALs but rather the army, specifically right smack in Eddie’s squad somewhere near year two of his second tour. Miraculously Buck’s bullheadedness in being able to finish something he starts (his father’s words ring in the back of his head you won’t last a week, you’ll quit as soon as it gets too hard every time something he’s ordered to do nags at his conscience) outweighs his humanitarian nature long enough to make it to active duty.

(Fair warning I know next to nothing about the military, ok, go on)

Imagine Buck 1.0—self-satisfaction searching Buck, cocky and too-sure of himself to make up for the fact he has no fuckin’ clue what he’s gonna do with his life and he feels like he’s drowning out here in the desert, so he’s drinking every off night and hooking up with locals freely—meeting Army Sargeant Eddie. Imagine Eddie absolutely Not Having it from this dumbass kid, more ready to jump on a landmine for the heroic headline than listening to how to act as a part of a team.

Imagine Eddie—guilt ridden for leaving as soon as he found out Christopher was diagnosed and in denial he was running away, fighting with Shannon over their video calls more than he even gets updates about their son anymore—wound tighter than ever when Shannon shows up to a video alone one day, announcing she wants to separate and disconnects the call as Eddie starts to let that sink in, before he really knows what it means. Imagine Eddie stewing, finally going off on this Buckley one night about how he’s going to get someone killed with his more glory seeking behaviors because Buckley was the perfect target for all Eddie’s aggression—not like the kid didn’t have it coming, really, with his behavior and attitude and Eddie really, really needs something to hit so he’s kind of hoping it hits the wrong nerve for Buckley.

But then—then Buckley just. Doesn’t react. Well, doesn’t react in any way Eddie was expecting at least; before the sizzle of aggression begins to show in the defiant glare Buckley immediately sports—and Eddie’s thinking yes, this is what I needed—it’s fizzling out under weighted resignation. It’s like—like Buckley agrees, and just takes it, and it stops Eddie up short. He doesn’t know what to do with this Buckley that’s all soft-sunken shoulders and disappointment that’s too deep for Eddie to understand, so he leaves with adrenaline soaked bones.

The next day, Buckley still looks a little too introspective and Eddie can’t help but feel guilty at his outburst; the kid may be dumb, but he’s not a bad person. Eddie knows for a fact Buckley is the first many of their squad seeks out when hit with bad news, because he’s always quick smiles and solutions—knows that he’s also the first one to place a hand on a shoulder sunken in sorrow, and is quickly known by the local kids to be generous with sweets when placed in friendly territories.

So Eddie tucks tail and bolsters himself for an awkward apology after he finishes in the mess hall, but Buckley beats him to it; as soon as Eddie gets him alone, Buckley is all bunched shoulders and rapidfire remorse. Eddie can barely get a word in before he parses out what’s going on, and then he’s shaking his head and using the firmest tone he can muster that’s still friendly and telling Buckley that he “isn’t looking for an apology; it’s the other way ‘round, actually,” and there’s something a little too wondrous in Buckley’s expression so Eddie blurts out something like “you don’t deserve to be my emotional punching bag, ok? And you don’t need to be your own either, kid. Just take half the work you put towards being a pain in the ass and put it towards working and you’re gonna do just fine.”

After that, things get… Better. More tolerable, at least, from a work perspective. Buckley seems to put his head down and starts actually listening and the improvement is noticed even by some of Eddie’s peers, who joke over raised eyebrows about what Eddie could have done to tame the wild child of the whole company. There’s still some incidents of minor insubordination, but they’re fewer and farther between.

Buckley, meanwhile, has taken that whole talk as some sort of permission to hang around Eddie as much as possible and Eddie has to admit when he doesn’t have his head shoved up his own ass, Buckley can actually be good company. He’d never admit that out loud, of course. Buckley’s flipped some sort of switch and now he wants Eddie to tell him everything he knows about literally everything, and on the days Eddie feels the most patient it’s honestly pretty calming to just have a constant drone of information come from Buckley, whether just to reaffirm something he’d learned or looking to Eddie for approval over something new.

But then it’s a few weeks later when Eddie finally gets through to Shannon to talk about what the hell she had meant the last time they spoke, when she says she’s come to the decision to leave Christopher with Eddie’s parents so she can go take care of her sick mother. Eddie can’t believe it at first, his entire being slamming against this reality and refusing to accommodate it. He soon finds out this wasn’t a conversation but rather being informed over a decision already made, and then it’s over.

And sure enough, it’s Buckley who he seeks out first, who takes one look at Eddie and is hauling him away from prying ears and is all concern when he asks what happened. Eddie feels so tightly wound he’s going to snap if he doesn’t hit something, but there’s nothing here he can take a swing at; so instead he deflates, letting out all the hot air along with every heavy truth that has weighed in Eddie’s chest since he ran away from his son.

And Buckley… Seems to get it. (Eddie looks but doesn’t see a barely grown boy running from a distant father, looking at a new father struggling so hard to make the right decision for a son he obviously, obviously loves.) He has a more level head about it all than Eddie thought to give him credit for, quietly telling Eddie that what matters is that he stays solid for his son. That it doesn’t matter where he is, so long as Christopher knows he’s on Eddie’s mind, that’s all that’s gonna matter until he can get back stateside and be there for him. That every day will be a new step until then, and even bigger ones after, but all that matters is that Eddie tries to take them.

Buckley’s words stick with him while Eddie struggles to connect with Christopher over video, even though his parents try hard to push a connection, but the burn of that disappointment in himself grows. He vents it all to Buckley one night—the same night Buckley tells him he’s one incident away from being discharged, and there’s something a little too warm to be annoyance settling in Eddie’s chest at the news. By the time they both let themselves get riled up and pulled back down with deprecating jokes about what’s on their minds, that warmth has become a little more defined and Eddie thinks oh.

Eddie doesn’t get a chance to think too hard over the smallest flare of attraction that had been building in his chest, because by the next week Buckley is discharged for an altercation with a commanding officer and Eddie doesn’t see him again. Eddie loses a comfort he didn’t realize he’d grown into, and things are hard enough trying to focus on his family while thousands of miles away so he just doesn’t think too much more about it.

Things from there would go about the same for Eddie as canon: he gets sent home after his purple heart rescue, only this time he goes straight to his parent’s house and still struggles to get them to release their hold over Christopher (except it would be even harder for them now, with having interim custody); struggles with finding a job until applying for the fire fighters’ academy; ends up picking the LAPD with something small niggling in the back of his mind asking him to remember something about LA (but the offhand comment from Buckley one night over beers about a Plan B is too buried in Eddie’s memories to dig up).

Imagine how much s2 would change, how much of an impact it would have on Buck. I think this is enough for one Not Fic but I still have some Thoughts over this au so I might post them later. There’s just so much potential.

Pt 2 HERE Pt 3 HERE and Pt 4 HERE

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie au #my fic #i have... a lot of thoughts actually #but Do Not have the energy #or time #to start another series #so take this weird not fic #instead

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moccahobi · 4 years

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An Almost Wasted Weekend [Jungkook x Reader]

Warnings: N/a... it is a college au instead of a high school au as I didn’t feel comfortable with doing a high school au... I also only used prompts 11 and 20 since 1 was used before!

Summery: Jungkook seems to take a friendship the wrong way. What happens then? Jin notices. Thank you my cowboy emoji for participating in my 2020 special! I hope you liked this!

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff; College AU

A/N: Thank you @honeymoonjin for beta reading my fic and giving me such amazing advice! It means a lot for me! Also, this fic took something out of me (hence the bad title and summery). I am tired but I am going to keep working on more surprises! This month and next have a lot of awesome things coming your alls way! I hope you liked this and will like the rest that I am making!

You sighed, frowning at your empty desk. Jungkook had taken all your papers from you after you refused to stop making paper planes and throwing them at him during the last lecture you two shared. It was annoying on one hand because you wanted to annoy him as much as possible and on the other hand, it was annoying because you also wanted to take notes in this lecture. Of course, Jungkook would never believe that. He has been your friend for almost three years now and, while he hasn't been in all of your classes, he knew you have rarely taken notes. You were a good student for the most part, but the notes were not something you easily did nor were they very helpful for you to learn from. The thing was, the topic of this lecture was something you had a better grasp of already. Notes would be helpful.

Sparing a glance at Jungkook, you saw that he was engrossed in the lecture. How could you ask him for your paper now? He's been annoyed by you so much today. There was no doubt in your mind that he had reached his limit of you annoying him.

Instead, you turned to Jondin (someone you often studied with as he was in the same major as you) and gently tapped his shoulder, "Hey... can I borrow a sheet of paper? I want to take notes for once."

"Of course! And can I talk to you after the lecture? I don't think I can make our next few study dates." He whispered back, side-eyeing you as he kept his eyes trained on the professor. You simply nodded before starting to take your own notes mixed in with a few doodles.

Partway through the lecture, you broke from note-taking to take a sip of water only to see Jungkook looking at you with wide eyes and a raised eyebrow. The man looked as if someone had told him that moths weren't actually goth butterflies. You gave him a once over, taking the small chance to admire the looks of your best friend before raising one of your eyebrows in a silent question.

"When did you start talking to Jondin?" He whispered, leaning in close to not disturb others in the hall.

"Since I found out that we are in the same major and can study together?" You replied, looking over at him, your heart speeding up at the close proximity, "Why do you care?"

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something before closing it and muttering a quiet, "Whatever."

Throughout the rest of the lecture, you found yourself looking at Jungkook. He had reacted so strangely and you had no idea why. Never before had he acted that way. Never. Nothing else happened before the lecture finished up, Jungkook lazily taking notes and you attempting to focus on what your professor was saying. Soon enough you found yourself getting up at the end of the lecture, slowly putting all of your stuff away.

"I... Ummm... I have to go. Here are your papers. See you later, eh?" Jungkook said quickly, his face beet red as he quickly set your papers on your desk and bolted from the lecture hall. That was even stranger than what happened before. Why did he run out of the classroom? Never in the three years of knowing Jungkook and being in similar classes as him has he ever done that. He has always enjoyed slowly packing up unless he had another class to attend right after but you knew that he didn't today. This lecture was his last class today. Normally he would simply go to the library and settle in for doing classwork or go to the gym to exercise.

You gently shake your head before turning to Jondin who seemed to be holding back laughter, "I have never seen him leave you so quickly. What did you say to him?"

"Just that I wanted to take notes this lecture." You said slowly, looking around the rapidly emptying lecture hall as you ran over the interaction again. That was all that was said right?

Well, there was that thing with Jondin but that hardly counted.

"Wow. He must have never seen you be studious before then." Jondin laughed, "Anyways, I am sorry about having to reschedule our usual study dates. It's just that I finally asked out Sana and tomorrow I have to prepare and then it's Friday."

At this you laughed, "I honestly don't care, Jondin. I have listened to you pine over her so much that I am honestly proud of you for finally asking her out." You said with a small laugh. Every break the two of you had was full of him talking about how wonderful Sana was to the point that you were almost worried he was a stalker. He wasn't. Jondin was simply very shy.

Similar to Jungkook if you thought about it.

"If you want, we can spend an extra hour or two studying today. We can even study for the whole night. I don't mind." He said, walking with you to your next class. As with all of your classes, it was one of the two of you shared. It was also one that both of you hated. The lecturer was an annoying and condescending woman who thought that she knew it all about everything simply because she had been teaching the subject for almost a decade now.

"I would love to study with you for the rest of the day." You said, running over all of the exams and papers that the two of you had next week. It was so much work and you were already planning on studying for the rest of the day and the weekend. With Jondin or not.

"Ok. If we're going to do that, how about we swipe into the dining hall and just hole out there until we're done studying?"

"Sounds like a good deal. I am going to have so many waffles tonight." You laughed, thinking back to the time Jungkook and you snuck into the dining hall closest to your dorm and ate a whole tub of ice cream two years ago. It was your freshman year of college and the two of you were acting dumb, but you don't regret it one bit.

"Earth to Y/n! What were you thinking about?" Jondin laughed, waving his hand in your face to get your attention.

"Oh," You blushed deeply, "Nothing really."

Jondin cackled this time. He literally cackled. The audacity of this man.

"Really? I feel like your blush says otherwise! Were you thinking about Jungkook? Your little crush on him getting to your head?"

At this, you blushed deeply with shame. You didn't like to think about your crush on your best friend so you tried to change the subject, "Shut it! I have no crush! Now if we want to talk about crushes, what are you planning to do with Sana?"

"OMO! I have no idea!" Jondin said with a groan, the two of you earning glances from your other classmates as you entered the classroom.

"Maybe I can help you brainstorm some tonight." You sighed, sitting down and pulling out some of the supplies you needed.

"Really? I would love your help!" Jondin said, a sigh of relief leaving him as he reorganized some of his supplies.

"That is if we get to a good stopping point for the night." You said, wagging your finger in his face before turning to the professor and trying to focus on what she was trying to teach you. It was a long and boring class as always, the lady's words almost putting you to sleep. Luckily, you managed to stay awake and participate the few times she asked for you to but you would have much preferred to be asleep. You would bet your tuition on her only teaching because she liked how her voice sounded. Jondin often bet his tuition on her teaching for the money.

After almost an eternity (that was really only an hour and a half), the two of you got out of the class and quietly made your way to the one dining hall that was open 24 hours. At this point, it was almost three in the afternoon and the only students who were some were taking advantage of the fact that the meal swipes were all you can eat. Jondin settled into a booth that had plugs and set to work on studying for your first upcoming exam. Before you knew it, two hours had passed full of mind-numbing studying. Other students had started filling into the dining hall, their noise and chatter leading to you and Jondin sharing a pair of earbuds to drown them out. By that point, the two of you decided to start working on a paper that was due Monday morning. It wasn't an inherently hard essay to write. It was supposed to be a ten-page persuasive essay focused on why a public policy of your choice needed to be changed... and neither of you had started writing it.

It must have been another two hours later when a small cough interrupted your study session. You looked up slowly, making eye contact with none other than Jungkook who had some unreadable expression on his face. You gently waved at him, a tired smile making its way to your face. Jungkook always managed to put a smile on your face.

"I-I didn't expect to see you two here together," Jungkook said, Namjoon quickly coming up behind him and smiling towards you too. Namjoon was someone you and Jungkook regularly hung with and you had a soft spot for the gentle giant.

"Hey Y/n and Jondin! How are you all?" He asked, sliding in next to Jondin. You looked over at Jungkook and slid over to make space for him on your side, the man sitting next to you with a shy smile.

"I am so tired. We have been working so hard." Jondin said dramatically, widening his eyes and gently closing his laptop.

You laughed at him, his dramatics almost always too much for you, "Awww. Poor baby Jondin. How will you ever live with so much work being done? And we haven't even talked about you know what yet!"

"Yeah! I told you that in confidence!" He almost yelled pointing at you in mock anger while blushing.

"Technically you told it to me outside."

"What do you two need to talk about?" Jungkook asked, leaning closer to you as he spoke.

"Y/n! Don't tell."

"It's nothing to worry about. Jondin is just being his beautiful self and requiring a whole weekend to prepare for... a get-together." You said with a laugh, smiling as Jondin blushed further.

"It isn't anything important! We just have at least another two or so hours of work left to do. Now shoo! I don't want Y/n distracted by her boyfriend." Jondin said, a sly smile on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at you and Jungkook.

You sighed and muttered a small goodbye to Namjoon and Jungkook, not even willing to look either of them in the eye as they left.

"That was not cool, Jondin! I don't like it when you do stuff like that. Jungkook doesn't like me back. We are not dating. Drop it or I will happily retire to my room for the rest of the night instead of helping you." You said with a stern face. Jondin dropped his antics after that.

In the end, you found yourself holed up in your room the entire weekend working on homework for classes. You bounced from working on your bed to your desk to the floor. It wasn't fun at all but the work you were doing was going to make your whole week so much better.

What you didn't expect was a knock on your door at midnight on Sunday. You had just submitted your essay and were doing a small celebratory shimmy when you heard a loud knock at your door. It sounded almost frantic. You took a deep breath and looked through the peephole, glad your dorm room door had one.

Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw Jungkook standing in front of your door, his hair disheveled and eyes were almost wirey as they looked at the door. Why was he here so late at night? Why did he look so... worried about something?

As soon as you opened the door, Jungkook burst in and started speaking, "Listen, I am sorry that I am here so late at night but I have to get this off my chest. I think I like you romantically," He was pacing around the room now, hands running through his hair, "I... I always felt some sort of way for you but I thought that I could easily ignore it and it would go away. It was kind of working and then I saw you sitting with Jondin Friday. I didn't even know you knew him. When did you even start talking to him? And then I saw you two talking and having fun together and... then he called me your boyfriend and then I really felt this strong need to actually be with you that way. Then I talked to Namjoon and he said that I could confess and I planned to do it yesterday at breakfast but you didn't show and I got worried and-"

You struggled to interrupt Jungkook not only because he was speaking so quickly but also because your own mind was running a mile a minute, "Jungkook! You like me romantically?" You asked, slowly walking towards where he was now standing shell shocked as if he didn't mean to say that.

"Well.. yes but you don-"

You interrupted him again, bringing his face to yours and kissing him. After only a few seconds, you pulled back, Jungkook winning as you moved away from kissing range, a large pout on his face, "I like you too, pabo. I just never said anything because I was worried about it ruining our friendship. Now stop staring at me like a lost puppy."

"Make me," Jungkook said with a smirk as he pulled you in for another kiss. When the two of you separated he started talking again, "I understand your worry about not wanting to ruin our friendship but I am already addicted to you and am very willing to ruin our friendship if it means I get to kiss you like this." He said, moving in to kiss your nose, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Only if you take me out on a date first." You said with a small giggle, your stomach full of butterflies as Jungkook kissed your lips again. He smiled into the kiss and you felt giddiness flood your system.

"You. Me. The local dinner that is open 24 hours and a round of milkshakes. Now." Jungkook said in between covering your face in kisses.

"That sounds perfect." You said, grabbing a coat and your wallet before leaving with Jungkook next to you.

#btsguild #btsboulangerie #BTSmagicshopnet #bts one shot #bts drabble #bts fluff #bts college au #jungkook oneshot #jungkook one shot #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook college au #lillia flurr #bts jungkook #bts oneshot

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sweetwriting · 4 years

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TimKon Week 2020 Day 6: Au Temps des Cerises

Category: Gen or Pre-slash

Genre: Angst/Fluff,

Fandoms: DC Comics, Red Robin, Teamverse

Continuity: Post-Crisis/Pre-Flashpoint Future AU

Summary: I mixed both prompts, you get canon era Bakery and Coffeeshop AU. I'm proud of what I did in just 2 hours

Word Count: 1840

AN: Hey everyone! hope you enjoy this. Warning, the beginning might be a bit hard.

PS: I know lots of this could be solved by going to the authorities but I didn’t want to

PPS: I might actually go in more depth later.

Prompt: Canon AU – Coffeeshop/Bakery

Can be read on AO3

Conner had been living in California for 2 weeks now. He was going to start his classes there next week and had mostly used that time to settle in his apartment, his neighborhood and his job.

He was working at a small bakery near his apartment and thanks to everything Ma had taught him he could do something other than just staying near the register.

Truthfully he didn’t need it, Bruce Wayne and later on Dick Grayson made sure every young hero who wanted to study got a scholarship so they wouldn’t be burdened by having to work in addition to studying and heroing.

But Conner needed it. He needed to keep busy.

Because when he had been brought back to life, it was to the news that Tim Drake had died while looking for a flimsy hope that Bruce Wayne was still alive.

That had been about 5 months ago.

At first he had tried to follow his trail and find his voice but his powers were nowhere near Clark’s and after three months he finally gave in.

Tim was dead.

But he couldn’t accept that and move on. He tried to bury himself in heroing, in catching up on homework, on helping Ma. But in order to really bury everything he had to use his powers and that meant he was done very quickly with high school and he needed something new and time consuming.

He chose to study both Law and Psychology. Tim had told him once that he was too emotional to take a step back when he needed it but that he also had the uncanny ability to perceive parts of people no one else noticed. Tim would talk to him about it sometimes. Or about how he and Batman dealt with the law in Gotham. About a lot of things really, but he had once told him it could be useful in their line of work, in knowing how to deal with victims and criminal.

So Conner was pursuing it.

Partly because Tim’s advice had been sound, partly because it was one of the last talks he had had with Tim.

He didn’t really hang out with the Teen Titans. He was there when he wasn’t busy but…he had tried for a bit. Got back together with Cassie, hung out with Bart. But he couldn’t do that in hero form and as Titans…Well even if they called themselves family they didn’t hang out together the way they had done in Young Justice. When they’d just play ping-pong and other dumb things. Now him and Bart still tried but Conner wouldn’t be able to actually do that until he at least managed to accept Tim’s death.

But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t.

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It was his third week at Au Temps des Cerises, the little bakery and he would start his classes in two days. His boss, a sweet middle aged woman called Samantha had just asked him to go deliver some of their baked goods to a coffee shop and a restaurant for a taste test. If they liked it well enough then they sign a contract to sell them.

He was just finished with the restaurant manager and their chef and was heading toward the Café Culturel et Solidaire, a small café not far from Conner’s campus. Not that he’d ever gotten anywhere near close to it before. He liked coffee but not more than any other drink. Apparently that coffee shop was not very well known but pretty cheap and with quite a few regulars.

As he was nearing it however, he started losing his focus which meant he lost control of his super hearing. And he heard him.

His voice was coming from the coffee shop.

Before he knew what was happening, Conner was running toward it and opened the doors with a bang yelling Tim’s name.

Which obviously meant that he scared more than half of the people in the shop, including the staff. Including the boy at the register, who looked so much like Tim. Probably the source of the voice. He walked toward him.

“Have we met?”

- - - - - - - - - -

Conner was waiting in the Café Culturel et Solidaire’s kitchen. After being shocked silent by Tim’s -he knew he was Tim…he didn’t know how he knew it but he did- answer he screamed again.

“Of course! How dare you say that to your best friend!”

Tim startled. “Wha- No! I meant that literally I… Look…Are you part of the Bakery that was supposed to drop by?”

Conner stopped for a second, reminded that he had a big bag with the name and logo of his workplace in his arms. He nodded and Tim sighed.

“Ok, go wait in the kitchen, I’m gonna get the manager and I’ll be off soon just…Stop making a scene.”

So Conner had followed the instructions and was now waiting for the manager to taste test the bakeries.

He didn’t have to wait more than five minutes before a man who seemed to be in his early 60’s came in and after a good 20 minutes, the Au Temps des Cerises bakery had a new deal. The old man did look at him in a slightly distrustful way though.

When he got out, most of the clients that had been there when he had entered were gone and he let out a relieved sigh. Especially when he saw Tim waiting for him.

The young man looked up at that moment and it allowed Conner to see how nervous he was. He sighed. He didn’t like the idea of Tim being nervous because of him. And he knew there was something wrong. Or at least he hoped. It was a horrible thing to say but he hoped that there was a good reason for Tim just leaving like that.

They got out of the shop and started walking. From what Conner could guess, they were going toward the big parc near the campus.

They spent the first couple of minutes in silence. It seemed longer. Then Tim breathed in and said:

“I meant what I said when I asked if we had met before. It wasn’t to be mean or anything but I was comatose for 5 months when I was in Paris and when I woke up I had lost all my memories. I only knew my first name and that I was from the US. Granted that was deduced from my accent and the fact that I didn’t speak a work of French. I worked there for two months in a small toy shop because the owner was the brother of my doctor and took pity on me.

When they found me I only had a book and some money on me. Turns out my passport was hidden in it so after two months I took the first flight I could afford. Now I’m working in that café because I needed the money to go to the address on the passport and coffee shop will accept pretty much anyone who asks and can handle the rhythm.

You…You knew my name. You just saw me through the window and you recognized me so I just…I was surprised.”

Conner was relieved. Of course it was awful for Tim and that meant his best friend had forgotten him but he hadn’t avoided him on purpose. Now how would he be able to manage that was a different question entirely.

But he didn’t care. It was Tim. Tim was alive and there was a chance he could get his best friend back.

So he hugged him. Also he cried on his shoulder but that was just a detail.

AN: As always, Tim will never be a coffee addict in my fics. For one thing he drank like 3 cups of coffee in canon overall. So while he can enjoy it, that's pretty much all there's to it, so, when compared to Dick and Barbara who are often, often often seen with a mug of coffee in hand, it's even more laughable to me. Also the guy loves to sleep. He's not gonna force himself to stay awake if he doesn't absolutely have to. That's why he falls asleep on a roller coaster, he just changed his sleep schedule.

Anyway, the idea is that Tim will remember things after a while in Gotham. Dick's been crying for months and now that his baby brother is back he won't leave him alone. They don't bring up the reason why Tim left. Things explode, which help Tim get the last of his memories back, they get Bruce back. Tim and Dick are mending things. Meanwhile Conner is happily baking for Tim and he's learning how to be around people again after shutting everybody out. Bart also gets lots of Cake. Ma's happy Conner's feeling better. Did I say Conner baked for Tim? 'Cause it's important.

#TimKon Week #TimKon #Tim Drake #Conner Kent #DC Comics #OTP:TimKon #BrOTP: BartKon #BrOTP: TimKon #Angst & Fluff #Post Crisis #Red Robin Comics #Teen Titans v3

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severusdefender · 5 years

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With a Bunch of AUs Combined, I am CAPTAIN PLANET-W8, wrong fandom

(Askbox is too small so I guess it’s time to show my AU spewing username I guess lol 0///0 hi…)

AUs & HCs: NotaMarauder!Remus (Possible Future Snupin) + Jily Didn’t Date-Marry Drunk1NiteStand to make Harry + DiffDads Lily&Petunia + Resurrected FaeLily AU

A Post Idea So Long that it’s almost like a Fic Outline: An AU where Remus was never a Marauder could actually is super interesting, because it has a spiraling implications on canon. Remus, Severus and Lily is like the sweet trifecta of book & magic nerds. Also like, being friends with Remus would drive Sev to research Werewolf remedies and care? Also be Concerned about his friend’s life.

But like, I’m not sure that Lily and Sev would do the exact same thing that the CanonMarauders do (learn to be Animagi and leave the Shrieking Shack w/ Remus even when he’s not supposed to). Maybe Severus trying to make Wolfsbane more accessible/cheaper? Or better yet, both him and Lily approach this like ethical scientists.

But on the other hand as a frequent consumer of Werewolf fiction I don’t really like how traditional and human-centric the version of Werewolves that JKR used in her ‘verse? Like, what is a werewolf like when they’re emotionally stable, feel secure, healthy? Why would they be hostile to humans in general? Why generalized feral hostility? Is it actually ingrained or a result of underlying mishandling of socialization/emotional-social support? Because obviously, Canon!James who turned into a freaking Stag didn’t get eaten so there must be something to the state of Lycanthropy. Is it a possibly segue into being a Skinwalker? Lost or suppressed information?

Would Lupin theoretically be able to keep his mind and not attack his friends or have the choice overall with better, calmer support?

Back to the AU, something that would keep Lily from drifting out of her friendship with Severus could be Remus? I’m remembering that whole, Remus Morality post thing you referenced a while back. And intense loyalty seems like a thing Remus could bring to the table? I’m not sure how else not being a Marauder would affect his personality though. Thoughts?

But since Sirius doesn’t have a Werewolf to Prank Severus with anymore I wonder what would happen then? Would it be more James or Sirius or Peter trying to snoop into where the three go during the full moon nearly every month? How would that spiral? Sev and Lily trying to close ranks around Remus, whom they don’t quite know if Dumbledore is willing to back that horse for too long compared to those with “higher” status like, James & Sirius?

Maybe a part of Sev’s radicalization that drove a spike between his and Remus’ friendship could be Severus trying to court Remus to the Dark Lord’s party? Because they were recruiting both poor and marginalized populations after all, also I *think* Remus is a pureblood technically? I forget. And Remus would’ve gotten so PISSED because he knows that would be condoning/supporting all the bad things people say about Lily, one of his only other very close friends, plus a bunch of other bad things that DEs are doing.

The friendship split between Lily and Severus would be longer, more protracted and hurtful, not just one big blowup and a final death knell slip of the tongue. But Lily and Remus trying to reel their friend back in on top of all their other baggage (they are destined, by social constructs and WW societal standards, for mediocrity, struggle and poverty after all) and Failing. And that hurts.

And when they all graduate, Lily shortly after joins the Order, or is invited because I guess they want skilled people, and Lily Was Exceptional. But she brings along Remus, who James, Sirius & Peter (and an 4th OC or something if we need to replace, but not really tbh) may distrust him because of the thing that happened when they followed? If James /actually/ changed (that Felix Felicis-enhanced talking thing) though he might be not be shitty about it though, but I can’t really imagine Sirius letting it go what with his terrible maladaptive coping mechanisms and all. Remus might get outed among the Order, maybe, idk. That could sow distrust of him, and why they don’t tell when they shove Lily and James into a cottage with their Bastard child together in hiding.

Then it goes like that from canon, Peter is made Secret Keeper, with Sirius as the obvious decoy keeper. Severus tries to curry favor from his grunt position as a DE and accidentally spells the death knell for his estranged friend Lily, is flipped when he finallyyyy realized he’d done super-fucked up and goes to Dumbledore.

Then James & Lily get attacked by Voldie & DEs, James takes a couple DEs down before dying via AK, Lily had been researching a bunch of dark/new magic things to protect herself and her kid (who she deliberated on and eventually decided to keep). She takes a bunch of DEs down, and gives Voldemort a run for his money, but lets down her guard when Peter shows up because up until this point, despite the bad blood in school, she’s known him as a comrade in the Order.

Peter basically cripples her in a surprise attack, and then Voldemort comes up to gloat, monologue and eventually finish the job. Lily spits in his face while dying.

The underlying new ritual/shield/magic-whatever Lily cooked up while in hiding goes on not quite as planned because it overlaps with Voldemort’s accidental-Horcrux making that basically ghostifies him. But Lily still dies the first time.

Cue Sirius getting falsely accused and Azkaban’d, Harry going to the Dursleys because supposed Blood Wards (which actually would be fine with just Harry himself and what he considers home I guess, maybe). Remus gets cut out of the picture because of his financial and career instability, also Werewolfism and other dumb prejudice, so he’s out of the loop and isn’t told about Sev being a flipped spy either.

Cue a few years later, turns out that Lily’s biodad is actually a Fae of some kind that she had minor contact with him through postcards and letters during her life. But eventually, he pitched in on some magical doohickery for the magical design stuff she did while in hiding in Godric’s Hollow. Then everything kicks off again a mostly Amnesiac FaeLily crawls out of her grave and gets a burning treewand branch of a Groot-Arm.

Somehow this culminates FaeLily accidentally getting the band back together and yoinking Harry. Then cue shenanigans and reconciliation and character development/interactions and possibly romantic Snupin and maybe an earned happy ending somewhere because my heart is soft and I’m a total weenie and this post got way longer than I thought it’d be lol. Overall thoughts? Impressions? Anything I missed while stringing these half-baked ideas together? X3

Thanks for reading and responding to so many of my posts. Your takes and posts are always a delight to read! <3333

Part2 of the AU Multi-fecta Thing I Sent Earlier

Some stuff I forgot:

-Tempted to name this Sweet Insane Combo of an AU: 2 Gryffindors and a Slytherin Walk into a Traincar

-Maybe add some shades of the Cons of Cokeworth AU idea (yes I sent that too, I’m literally a neverending fountain of AUs and theories for literally every fandom I get into, it’s a gift). –Lily constantly worries over money (Petunia’s biodad’s the gambler?) and is bitter over the way society is structured, leading her to grow into an excellent, Hard-working Con & Swindler-of-those-that-deserve-it (like how she’s been fleecing James, Sirius, Peter and others for all 7 of her Hogwarts years while trying to maintain good PR without being known as a money grubber or a thief bc Anonymity is Key)

-TBH i feel like she’d just cook up a plan to live with her 2 friends after school because “it’s cheaper” and she figures that they could’ve kept up the Werewolf research stuff easier by being housemates, but hilariously and sadly forgetting to tell said 2 friends about her plans before starting to work her ass off to scrape up as much money as possible. –“We all know Rems would guilt himself into living like a fucking hobo, and Cokeworth is a place where dreams go to die, so of course we’re getting a fucking house.”

-Yanno, then the AU-version of the Friendship split and Voldemort faction gains even more traction with the 1st WW Civil War going on.

-Trawling through the wiki again, Remus’ parents basically isolated him a pretty unhealthy amount I feel (like they probably thought they were doing the right thing at the time, which solved an immediate problem, but ends up compounding into a long-term host of issues)? Which I don’t think did Lupin’s socialization and emotional stabilitygrowth sloshing down into his Werewolf form any favors perhaps?

-So basically Remus refused to move back in with his dad (because he didn’t want to burden his dad I guess), despite him being alive, so Remus living in poverty-plus probably in and out of homelessess as well as the medical and security complications of being a werewolf without access to necessary resources? Also okay I forgot that Remus was a Halfblood too, whoops

-There’s an Irony in that Severus is the most human (species-wise) between the 3 AU Friends, what with Werewolf!Remus and Post-Resurrection Fae!Lily

-There’d be a whole mystery as to the intentions of Lily’s mysterious Fae Parent father(?), which may or may not be good intentions, they just don’t really know atm

…Okay I think that’s it… Whew, thoughts?

X'3

Nice to finally meet you @markala5

ok wow this is a lot. first of all i love it and it feels whole so i don’t know what i can say. it’s the found family trope subverted a little because things fall apart but they get back together when lily is resurrected. and voldemort and his death eaters get to be the big bad. plus dumbledore as the leader of the order who is starting to realise that harry needs to end voldemort and his horcruxes but lily can’t imagine letting her child do that because she’s grown to love him after forgetting him so instead of the golden trio, it’s lily, severus and remus finding the horcruxes but harry needs to die and the three of them are frantically researching a solution but it needs to happen. they send him off in a manner similar to canon except they’re alive and later they see harry’s body and he’s so small and it’s so heartbreaking until he runs from the death eaters.

this au has so much potential

#severus snape #pro snape #remus lupin #lily evans #submission #headcanons #au

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nationaldoyoungday · 6 years

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hi!! 💗 i really love your aus 💘 and i was wondering if you have any text au recs?

uwu hi??? thank you i’m glad you like them!! and yes i DO have recs, i have so many omg i just want to spread the love!! underneath the cut are some (a lot) of my favorites thank you so much for asking this 💖💞💝💘💕✨

complicated by @daisyong

19/19 (completed) / jaemin x reader - where both jaemin and y/n are idols and everything is more complicated.

↳ LISTEN. this is so cute i tear up thinking about it. it’s so FLUFFY idk it’s just really good if you wanna feel soft about jaemin

chlorine dreams by @dahyunmingyu

15/15 (completed) / jaehyun x reader - there’s been a long standing rivalry at your school between the basketball team and the swim team. the swim team has been undefeated for 4 years, whereas the basketball team hasn’t won a game in 3. every year the basketball team ends up with all of the funding for the athletics department whereas half of the school doesn’t even know the swim team exists. with a bet that jaehyun wouldn’t even be able to finish a swim practice, y/n threatens the existence of both of their teams

↳ this is such an original idea and um i’m weak for swimmer!nct and it’s just really good pls read it

three’s a crowd by @qiankulture

14/14 (completed) / yuta x reader, ten x reader - y/n and yuta are a dance duo who are often assumed to be dating by fans because of their intimate pieces and how they act around each other. everything is all fine and dandy until a certain model comes into the picture.

↳ i read this before i started this account i think? and just it’s really good words can’t describe how much i like it :(

what is love? by @qiankulture

13/13 (completed) / donghyuck x reader - when haechan pulls a prank on unsuspecting y/n, she isn’t too happy. she does her best to avoid him at all costs. but it seems the universe has other plans because everywhere she looks, haechan is there.

↳ hnnng this was so cute that i hate it? the way that donghyuck tries to tell her that he’s his soulmate? my heart. anyways it’s so good! pls my heart can’t handle it

love bot by @dreamloveclub

7/7 (completed) / mark x reader - mark lee was never good with words — except when it came to talking about you. hidden behind the sanctuary of anonymity, he uses the Love Bot to express his feelings about you.

↳ if you read only one thing on this list PLEASE read this omg!! ellie is a genius and this is quite possibly the cutest thing i’ve ever read in my life? it’s such a good idea and she didn’t get enough love for it :(

love bug by @dreamloveclub

4/? (discontinued) / jeno x reader - two computer science majors and self-proclaimed amateur hackers unknowingly race against each other to find out who their secret admirers are. true love is but a click away.

↳ i didn’t think anything after love bot could be so good but this? it proved me wrong djdjdhdh it’s just as good and as always they are both dumb pls read it

puppy love by @dreammutual

13/13 (completed) / renjun x reader - renjun accidentally likes a picture on y/n’s instagram from almost 2 years ago and, foolery ensues when their mutual friends try to get them together.

↳ this made me spill all my uwus its so cute and funny omg please! i’ve said this already but i really love this (i really love everything on this list djdjdj)

not me, not you by @dyngdo

22/22 (completed) / doyoung x reader - in which a rivalry since grade school never died. y/n has always hated doyoung, and he’s always hated her, or at least that’s what they claim. but when y/n and doyoung have been framed for a crime they didn’t commit, the two have to work together to find out the truth. but amidst all the chaos, they can’t figure out what that bubbling feeling inside their chest is.

↳ as i said before, i am weak for doyoung so uh! surprise another doyoung au djdjdj but whenever this gets updated my heart? i have so much love for this fic

destined by @godrics

22/22 (completed) / donghyuck x reader - the red string of fate exists, and only few families are able to see the string, and these few families can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. your family have been able to see the red string of fate since the beginning of time, and you are no exception. when you come back to korea after spending your summer in america, you had not expected your best friend to have a boyfriend that wasn’t their soulmate. and you did not expect their boyfriend to be your soulmate. despite this, you want your best friend to be happy, and if that means not spending the rest of your life with your soulmate and being happy yourself, then so be it.

↳ i also believe i read this before making this account? but anyways i love soulmate aus and i have a thing for the red string of fate it’s my favorite!! but this was so realistic (as realistic as a soulmate au can be LMAO) and it was really good!!!

my first and last by @godrics

20/20 (completed) / jaemin x reader - in which na jaemin finally gets the chance he’s been waiting for.

↳ again jaemin fluff? here please just read it. words can’t describe how cute this was!!

fan by @markleeh

25/25 (completed) / jaemin x reader - in which idol!jaemin finds a cellphone number of a nctzen.

↳ hhhhh this was so funny? renjun is such a savage djdjdj i’m always crying when i read this i wish my friends were this funny

how can i love you? by @markleeh

18/18 (completed) / jeno x reader - in which y/n just wants to know how youtuber!jeno looks so fine and how he likes his eggs in the morning.

↳ this was so cute too uwu everything on this list was cute tbh but this was the cutest (i want to know how jeno likes his eggs in the morning too)

not my type by @nakajeno

25/25 (completed) / yuta x reader - y/n doesn’t fall in love, neither does yuta – instead, they make others fall in love with them.

↳ yeah anyways yuta needs more appreciation and love and this fic really. hit me in the feels anyways read this or :/ it was so good jdjdjdjd i’m saying that about everything but? it’s true!

home sweet home by @dreamboynana

22/22 (completed) / renjun x reader - maybe falling in love with teen model huang renjun was a bad idea….but then again when did you ever think things through?

↳ rei is such a good writer omg!! renjun as a model hell yes!! anyways this has the perfect amount of fluff and angst and if you don’t read it you’re a coward it deserves all the love in the world

need to know by @solecitojun

20/? (in progress) / yukhei x reader, taeyong x reader - friendships are all meant to be based on honesty, yet there are many things being hidden in yours. in which your bestfriend has to figure out his feelings, and college is sending everyone on a spiral.

↳ ok listen. so i read a few aus before i started this account but um. this was the very first au and i’m telling you. i hate it so much but i love it more ughghgh i hate angst but um this really is trying to get me to love it!! yukhei deserves more but i mean don’t we all?

too late by @solecitojun

3/? (in progress) / doyoung x reader - same upbringing, same neighborhood, same lifestyle ; but what he thinks is two different worlds. they’re both from the underground scence, one fighter and another a musician. years are left uncovered. could it be too late for him, or for you?

↳ doyoung. that’s all i have to say djdjdj. no but seriously your au ideas are so good and this one is no exception i love it :(

sunrise by @wereseoyoung

15/15 (completed) / johnny x reader - no. moon y/n is not in love with one of the university night time radio hosts. it’s just a crush! … kinda… but he’s not interested! … probably.

↳ if you hear me screaming about something? it’s this fic? listen there aren’t like. any johnny aus out there but this one makes up for it because its SO GOOD?? this is literally all i’m ever going to talk about for the rest of my life unfollow me if you haven’t read this djdjdjd i love it so much :(((

starstruck by @wereseoyoung

1/? (in progress) / yuta x reader - can you believe that every tuesday practice the yuta nakamoto — smu alumni and now striker of one of korea’s biggest soccer clubs — will come down to help assist with practices? y/n doesn’t really care though. her job is to be the manager. not be impressed by some soccer star. but maybe sometimes he’s kinda cool.

↳ anyways can’t believe you are a genius and really have an au planned out for every member? i wish i was as organized and talented as you!!! this hasn’t even really started and i’m already in love save me :(

black and blue by @1nomins

10/10 (completed) / jaemin x reader, jeno x reader - everywhere a soulmate touches leaves flowers, and everywhere someone else you’ve fallen in love with touches leaves bruises. you’re happy to suffer.

↳ spence did you know i hate you because of this. not really but i love everything you write and it’s always angsty and i always end up hurting afterwards but its worth it :(

10 step love by @1nomins

12/12 (completed) / jeno x reader - or, alternatively, lee jeno’s (and huang renjun’s) 10 step foolproof program to getting the girl.

↳ can’t believe you wrote something so fluffy? anyways this is like my guilty pleasure and i love the playlist for it!! with the frank sinatra songs sjdjdjdj

1-800-loveline by @1nomins

15/15 (completed) / jeno x reader - you never imagined that finding a phone number in a school library book could lead to anything. you were oh-so-wrong.

↳ loveline? yeah i hate it. only read this if you feel like hurting yourself! i’m kidding, it’s so good but so sad but worth it in the end, as it is with anything spence writes

#r #anon #answered #i just want to spread the love #and everyone on this list deserves love #:(#i spent like two hours making this but uh!#worth it my dudes

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anachronicwriting · 6 years

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The 007!AU No One Needs (10/?)

#The 007!AU no one needs #Taekey #sorry it took so long #double update

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inlovewithmob-tom · 6 years

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Tainted Love (Ver. 2) - Prologue

Pairing: Mob!Tom x OC Reader AU

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, fluff

A/N: This if my first Mob!Tom AU and I just hope you folks like it and I’ll be updating really soon. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Credit to: @thewiseandfree my lovely partner in crime that inspired me to make this series and who made the awesome moodboard to go with it. Love you Leah! Couldn’t do this without you.

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Selene’s P.O.V.

‘Why did I have to fall in love with him? Why him out of every person I could have fallen in love with? All he did was lie to me and hid secrets from me. I just can’t believe I fell for his tricks again. The constant sorry’s about hurting me, what were they even for? He told me we were gonna be ok but that was before everything changed. Nothing ever went back to normal between us the moment we made it to the point of no return. I should’ve never fallen in love with him in the first place…’

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The shrill sound of Selene’s phone rings through her bedroom echoing as she lies in her bed asleep. After multiple times of it going off, she finally answers it. “Hello?” Selene answers groggily as she’s half awake. “Hey love, are we still meeting up for brunch today? I just wanted to check and make sure we are still on for that.” Tom’s chuckles with his sweet voice that flows through the phone into her ear gently. Selene immediately shoots up in surprise as she realizes she had forgotten about having brunch with him today. “Yes we are most definitely meeting. I will see you shortly!” Selene exclaims then hangs up frantically and goes to brush her teeth quickly. “Shit, I’m running late!” Selene curses as she rinses her mouth out then bolts out of her apartment through her front door not thinking clearly as she’s half asleep and half dressed only to realize after checking her phone that she was two hours early. “Motherfucking son of a bitch!” Selene exclaims in frustration groaning as she realizes both that it’s too early in the morning for this and she accidentally locked herself out. She looks down at herself seeing she’s only in her extra extra large t-shirt nightgown causing her to facepalm herself. “Fuckin’ hell. Goddamnit Selene! You really are in deep shit this time.” Selene then bangs her head repeatedly on her door then turns to her right wondering if her next door neighbour/close friend Jamie is home.

Selene slowly removes herself from her door and goes to Jamie’s door and knocks on it repeatedly then waits for him to open it. Within a few moments, Jamie swings open the door shirtless in flannel pajama bottoms. Jamie immediately chuckles to himself as he sees the state Selene is in. “Hey Jamie, do you still have my key to my apartment by any chance for when you house sit as well pet sit?” Selene inquires as looks at him in a questioning manner. “Yeah. I’ll get it, hold on a sec.” Jamie nods sleepily then goes back inside and gets his key then comes back out to open up her door. Jamie then opens Selene’s door for her and she smiles sheepishly at the ground. “Thanks Jamie. I owe you one. Name anything and I’ll get it for you.” Selene tells Jamie as she leans against her doorway and smiles at him brightly. “You would do the same for me so no problem.” Jamie smiles and chuckles to himself. “Well I have to repay you sometime.” Selene states with stubbornness with a shrug and sleepy smile after she yawns. “Tea would be nice actually.” Jamie suggests with a smile and Selene nods with a smile as she lets him into her apartment then makes her way into the kitchen.

“Is English Breakfast fine? That’s all I have at the moment.” Selene asks as she goes into her pantry and pulls out the tea. “That’s fine with me love.” Jamie smiles as he takes a seat at the bar in front of Selene. Selene then starts to make the tea quietly and smiles over at Jamie. “So Jamie my dear, how was last night for you?” Selene asks with a smirk and leans against the counter facing Jamie. “What do you mean?” Jamie tilts his head curiously while looking at Selene. “Don’t play dumb love. I heard all of what happened last night between you and the redhead. These walls are paper thin.” Selene tells him with a smirk and Jamie’s eyes widen as the red in his skin starts to creep into his face. “Well if you would absolutely love to know, we had an amazing night last night.” Jamie quips back with a smirk and wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Selene just rolls her eyes and continues to drink her tea quietly. “Is this the girl you’ve been seeing?” Selene questions out of curiosity as she comes to sit by Jamie on a bar stool. “This is the girl I’ve been seeing for the past five years actually.” Jamie smiles to himself and nods looking at you.

“W-wait so it was her the whole time? Are you serious? Why didn’t you tell me anything Jamie, you’re supposed to be my best friend.” Selene exclaims in shock as she stares at Jamie. “I know and I’m terribly sorry for not telling you love. I just wanted to know for sure that she was truly the one.” Jamie explains with a small smile. “Now I feel horrible. You’re such a wonderful person Jamie. Now what’s her name?” Selene inquires with a sweet smile as she looks at Jamie curiously. “Her name is Wendy. She works at that cafe you love, Wide Awake Cafe. She’s the main barista there.” Jamie tells Selene and her eyes immediately light up. “Oh my god how could I have not realize that! No wonder! And she would always ask me how you and I were when we would hang out together. She’s incredibly sweet love. I’m so glad she’s your girlfriend.” Selene hugs Jamie tight with a smile then looks at him. “Why thank you Selene, now if you’ll excuse me I need to get back to my girlfriend. I promised to make her breakfast in bed and she’s still asleep so I gotta go.” Jamie downs his tea then kisses Selene’s head gently as he gets up. “Run along Jamie! And make sure to tell Wendy I say hello.” Selene smiles happily at Jamie as he nods in response with a smile then closes the door behind him.

Selene smiles to herself as finishes her cup of tea then slowly makes her way to her bedroom to figure out what she’s going to wear for brunch. As she’s going through her closet her phone rings again and sees that it’s Tom. “Hello Tom.” Selene chirps into the phone cheerfully as she looks at her collection of dresses that she can possibly wear. “Hey love, so for brunch shall I make reservations at our usual place or do you wanna try that new place you’ve been looking at?” Tom inquires curiously. “Hmmmm well Luna’s is an all time favourite of ours and is known for their brunch whereas Blooming Lotus seems really more of like a dinner type of place so I’m just gonna say stick with Luna’s.” Selene tells Tom as she walks over to one of her all time favourite jumpsuits (which is a strapless striped jumpsuit with cropped legs) and takes it off the hanger happily. “I knew you were going to say so thank god I made the reservations for Luna.” Tom laughs softly into the phone while Luna grabs a pair of black t-strapped dorsay flats to match and sets them on her bed. “Ok love sounds great.” Selene tells Tom happily as she makes her way into the bathroom and starts turning on the water for her shower. “I just have to make one quick stop then I’m on my way.” Tom chirps joyfully causing Selene to smile to herself. “Ok love and if you get her before I’m done just let yourself in. I’ll see you soon. By love.” Selene then ends the call as she starts stripping down all of her clothes and gets into the shower.

As she’s inside scrubbing her body and hair, she starts to think about Tom. His beautiful smile. His adoring brown eyes and lusciously soft curls. Just thinking about Tom in general made Selene weak at the knees but she never let that get in the way of their friendship. As time goes by, Selene shakes off her thoughts about Tom and starts singing softly in the shower as she rinses her body and her hair. While in the middle of singing passionately of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, a pair of hands grab her, causing her to scream out in horror in only to the delight of Tom himself. “You fucking asshole Tom! What did I tell you about this?!” Selene screams at him as she wraps her her body with a towel after turning off the water. “God you make this too easy Sel.” Tom shakes his head in laughter as he holds his stomach. “I’ve kicked your ass once I’ll do it again. Now please let me get dressed.” Selene groans as she goes into the bedroom wrapping her hair in a towel. “I don’t mind if you get dressed in front of me. It’s not like I haven’t seen your body before.” Tom smirks as he lays on Selene’s bed in front of her. “God Tom you’re such a perv.” Selene groans in frustration then sighs crossing her arms. “It’s not my fault I was made to be this way. Besides you love me.” Tom shrugs with a smirk. “Yeah I do. But I’m not gonna dress in front of you so save your sexual thoughts for some other time ‘cause it’s not gonna happen.” Selene sighs softly as she grabs her clothes from underneath him and smacks his chest with her hair towel and goes back into the bathroom locking it.

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hey I was wondering if you had any good gendrya fic recommendations, I'm in need of some. please & thank you

Thanks so much for the ask and sorry for taking so long! Especially since I promised to make another AxG fic recommendation list not that long ago. If you want to see my first list before going through this one, you can find it here.

So, for this list, I’m going to start with recently written works currently in progress that I’m obsessed with:

The Thief by sionnach_glic on Ao3This one is written so incredibly well and includes a few different POVs and…just…every single interaction between Arya and Gendry is SO amazing. It was one of those fics that I wanted to read all in one sitting but couldn’t because I didn’t want to get to the end and have to wait for another chapter.

The Million and One Ways Arya Could (Should) Have Been Mentioned by SecondFromTheRight on Ao3Completely and totally obsessed with this one since it gives us everything we didn’t get from Season 7 and more in terms of Arya actually being discussed by literally everyone she’s had past interactions with together in a group (sans Jorah and Tormund). It’s just so great and addictive and updated frequently.

Warrior’s Hands by faithisbrokenn on Ao3Another recent one I’m really loving. Warning: there’s smut in Chapter 1. Haha or newsflash, not warning, lmao. I just love the way that Arya and Gendry are written; their dialogue is spot on. And gendrya + reunion + kissing + more = everything.

Now I’ll go back in time and list some favorite old classics:

I’ll Run (Run To You) by my absolute love @jewishstarksAn old old favorite. An actual masterpiece. One of those G has to compete among others for A’s hand. Absolutely and completely lovely. You won’t stop smiling.

Oblivious by winterwaters on Ao3So as I’ve said before, I’m cautious of most modern AUs, but this one is soooo amazing. You’ll see what I mean when you read it. All the feels! Very true to A and G even though it’s modern.

that Stark girl by xxxidrilxxx on fanfiction.netAhhhhh I have been looking for this story since I first read it like a year and a half ago. So bad news is it’s incomplete and hasn’t been updated since 2015. Worst possible case scenario in fan fiction, I know. BUT…if you’re willing to suffer that most awful of fates, this is an awesome modern au of the whole story, mainly focused on A & G on the run. Maybe if there’s a resurgence of popularity of the story, the author will finish…?

Not Another Coffee Shop AU by the legendary @rabbitbaratheonBecause it really isn’t just another coffee shop AU. For a self-proclaimed wary-reader-of-modern-au, I sure am recommending a lot. While you’re at this story, I’d recommend checking out all of her works!

Like Wenda by our very own darling @furious-winterBecause it’s an all our dreams come true brotherhood AU, and A & G are written SO well. And while you’re there, check out everything else by @furious-winter ! You won’t be disappointed.

If you’re looking for a reunion fic that’s tiny but huge with feelings try:No One and Someone by AmberMagic on fanfiction.netORLead Me Back To You also by the darlingest darling @jewishstarksBasically while you’re on Ao3 on @jewishstarks ‘s page (belasteals on ao3), read everything. She’s a gendrya fan fiction angel.

In addition, as a Gendrya fan, in case you haven’t already, you should check out @gotpresident ‘s AMAZING gendrya comics found here, here, here and here and follow her for updates!

Ok so I wanted to make this longer but I also didn’t want to make it too long so basically I’m going to compromise by waiting awhile before making another one of these, and in the meantime, go back and find all the other really good fics I was dumb enough not to bookmark. There’s so many and it feels so unfair to have put two of these out without even coming close to honoring all the incredible gendrya works out there.

#gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya #arya stark #gendry #fan fiction #fic rec #anonymous #ask #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire

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pagesoflauren · 6 years

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A Thousand Years (vampire!Jack x reader AU) - Chapter 13

A/N: I’m back! So I think I’ll be posting once a week, hopefully alternating between this fic and Without You (with Fionn). I’ll be answering blurbs as I go along as well. Thank you guys for being patient. The past few weeks have really been crazy so I really appreciate your continuing patience! Also, I’m in the process of retrieving all the links to update the masterlist, so please be patient with me!

Previous Chapter Masterlist

After her midterm, Jack suggested Y/N accompany him on his monthly hunt. Just the two of them away from the weekend, unplugging and being together.

She was hesitant at first, especially given the fact that she had gone camping once and absolutely hated it. But in the end, who was she to deny Jack cuddles and just being immersed in the beauty of the English countryside?

They spend the next week gathering supplies that she would need, including a tent and a new sleeping bag, as well as Y/N accompanying Jack to get his permit to hunt.

“Will it still be five stags and three rabbits OR two bears and three rabbits?” “Yes, sir.”

The man behind the desk eyes Y/N suspiciously as she stands behind Jack.

“You understand the killing of humans in the forest is illegal?” “Oh, yes, sir. This is my girlfriend.”

His eyes narrow in suspicion. “How long have you two been together?” he asks, pointing the question at her.

“Almost a year an a half,” she answers. “Has he been feeding off you?” “No, sir,” she says, removing her scarf to bare her neck to him. “Will you be going with him?” “I will.”

He taps his fingers against the desk, thinking for a bit as Y/N puts her scarf back on.

“I want you to come back as soon as you return to show me you’re still human.” “Yes, sir,” they both reply, nodding as he stamps his approval on Jack’s permit and slides it over to him. “Be safe.”

Y/N watches as Jack constructs her tent in seconds when she knows it would’ve taken her an hour to at least read the instructions. He props the tarp over the tent to deflect the rain that’s predicted to fall when the sun sets behind the clouds.

“I’m off,” he says, dusting some dirt off his hands, “You get settled in and warmed up, okay?” “Okay,” she says, getting on her toes to kiss him, “Be safe, my love.” “I will.”

He disappears into the woods as Y/N takes out the wire coil she stored in her backpack. She began gathering sticks to make two snares, and worked quickly as she saw the rain clouds coming closer. She plants the snares a few feet away from the tent before retreating into it. She sets up her sleeping bag, laying her yoga mat under it for extra cushioning and sliding another, fluffier blanket into the bag. She grabs a the book she brought to keep her occupied and smiles at the texts that she receives through the limited service she gets in this part of the country.

About an hour has passed and it rained for a few minutes, drops of water still falling from the trees. It’s almost peaceful, until she hears a familiar Scottish voice yelling and fumbling through the branches. “AYE GET BACK HERE YA PIECE’A SHITE!”

She laughs, setting down her book and the flashlight she brought along to help her read. She unzips the door, peeking her head out and looking around. She spots her boyfriend, mud caked onto his pants and a little on his shirt. His brows are knitted together and he trudges over to the tent.

“How did the hunt go, deer?”

“Oh shut it, you,” he says, sliding in, leaving his feet out to take his shoes off. He sets them on the piece of parchment paper Y/N had put to protect the tent floor from getting dirty.

“You go change, I just gotta grab something.”

Jack changes his pants into one of the clean pairs he brought and shucks his shirt off before sliding his arms through the sleeves of his flannel and buttoning it. When Y/N returns, she’s holding two rabbits by their ears.

“Here,” she says, handing the small animals to him. He grabs one in each hand, holding them tightly so that they can’t squirm out of his grip. “How’d you—?” “You’re 168 and you haven’t considered traps yet? You’re kinda dumb.” “Why did you trap these if you’re not gonna eat them?” “Well, I figured since you always cook for me, I’d try to help you hunt of you needed it.” “You-you don’t mind?” “I don’t. I know you need it to live. I just,” she sighs, “Can you do it far away? Where I can’t hear it?” “Course, lass.”

He leaves the tent to feed and Y/N takes a few slow and deep breaths. It doesn’t sit completely well with her, but this is what he needs. She distracts herself by asking Ash for a picture of Socks or Beans. He sends her a rather cute one; it’s Socks on his back with a stuffed mouse in his paws. She reminds herself that Jack only does this to sustain himself, not to be cruel.

Jack returns as Y/N’s finishing the sandwich she had packed for herself. He had made it a point to make sure his face and hands were completely clean, because while she knew what he was and what he was doing, he doesn’t want to risk the chance of frightening her. He sits down next to her, bringing her into him.

“Thank you, lass,” he says, kissing her forehead.

“No problem,” she says, popping the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth.

After a few hours of talking complete nonsense (i.e. “Did you freak out the first time you heard about the microwave?” “What? No, why would I freak out?” “I don’t know, radiation and stuff.”), Y/N settles into her sleeping bag. Jack reclines next to her, legs extended and elbow propped to support his torso. Her teeth chatter a bit at the cold, nippy air that pinches at her skin. He quickly digs through Y/N’s bag, pulling out a quilt and draping it over her body to help shield her from the bitter weather.

“Alright, there, love?”

“Mhmm,” she says, wiggling her fingers in the mittens she kept on. The quilt, surprisingly, is doing wonders, along with the fluffy blanket she put into the sleeping bag and the yoga mat that created and extra barrier between her and the cold ground. She feels her eyes heavy at the soothing forest sounds that surround them and Jack’s thumb rubs across her forehead. Her eyes drowsily drift to him. He’s smiling gently, happy to see her getting settled. He leans down to press a soft kiss on her forehead, her eyes instinctively fluttering shut. When he leans back, her eyes don’t open and he can hear her breathing and heart rate even out, settling to a nice, steady rhythm as she sleeps.

“Sleep well, darling,” he whispers, kissing her again before quietly exiting the tent to hunt again.

Jack finishes his hunt a little before at some point in the early morning, watching the storm clouds roll away. It hadn’t rained much all day, with the exception of when he went hunting earlier in the evening. The stars are clear in the forest compared to the city and he stops, the tent Y/N is in only a short distance away. For a moment he just lets himself think. He’s always been tall, towering over a good amount of people in Oxton, but he’s tiny compared to the trees. Even tinier compared to the giant mass of space that he’s looking up into. How, then, was it at all possible that he’d found the girl that’s asleep in the tent? It’s well possible that he’s older than some of the trees he’s surrounded by and the dirt that sits below his feet, years upon years of new earth coming to the surface while he remained the same. He had watched everything change, from old buildings getting repurposed to new students at the bar and trees sprouting in different places for over a century. He only changed when he met her. Is that why he had stayed for so long after Thomas left? Had he been waiting for her without knowing? He doesn’t know and he can’t bring himself to be bothered by it. All he knows is he has her now and she’s the most important thing to him, brighter than any star, rooted deep into his soul, deeper than any of the trees he stands next to. He knows if she decides to leave, it wouldn’t be as simple as hacking down a trunk with an axe. No, it’d be like uprooting a tree, the earth it had once been anchored to blemished and voided, a hole remaining where the tree once stood but some roots breaking off, still buried deep into the ground.

The thought causes an ache to settle into his chest, similar to the one he felt when he watched her sleep on Christmas. He heaves a sigh, knowing if it ever did happen, he couldn’t make her stay and be miserable. He loves her enough to want her to be happy, even if it’s not with him.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears Y/N’s alarm on her phone. He hears her groan and walks the rest of the way to the tent, unzipping the door and finding her wriggling her arms free from the sleeping bag to shut off the alarm.

“4 AM,” she says, yawning. “Better get going,” he says, beginning to pack their things.

“Mmm. What time is sunrise?” she asks, sitting up and stretching, watching as the quilt slides off her onto the tent floor. Jack folds it up and stuffs it into her bag.

“I think sunrise is supposed to be around 6. We’ll get home before then, though.” “Mmm, okay,” she says, rubbing her eyes and beginning to unzip her sleeping bag. She slides out before rolling it up and squeezing it into the pouch it came with.

Since getting out of the sleeping bag, the cold air rushed to Y/N, causing her to shiver and her teeth to clatter again. She tries her best to suppress it, packing up as much as she can with shaking fingers, until Jack grabs her hands.

“M’o-ok-k-kay,” she sputters, weakly attempting to pull her hands out of his grip. “No, you’re not,” he says, “your lips are turning blue.”

She slowly brings her fingers to touch them, feeling the dry, cracked skin.

“Come on, let’s get you to the car, I’ll turn on the heater.” “Okay,” she concedes, because it’s far too cold to be stubborn.

They step out of the tent, Jack sweeping her into his arms to carry her to the car. He’s a bit warm after feeding and Y/N nudges her head into his neck, breath huffing against his skin.

“Almost there, lass, almost there.”

He quickens his pace, in front of the car faster than she can blink, and unlocks the doors. He quickly yanks the door open, setting her down in the passenger’s seat before leaning over to push the key into the ignition and turn on the engine.

“It’s gonna be a bit before the car warms up, so just sit tight.”

She manages a nod, cupping her hands and blowing hot air into them. He shuts the door and runs back to their makeshift campsite, packing everything else and dismantling the tarp before he finally works on the tent. He wrestles with stubborn tent poles that refuse to fold and struggles to fold the cover into a square that will fit in the package. When he’s done, he sees that she’s turned on the heater, lifting the lid of the trunk to pack all their things before slamming it shut and rushing to get them home.

Jack and Y/N make their way back to the Department of Vampire Affairs after Y/N rests and warms up in the house. They approach the same window with the same man who gave Jack his permit.

“What animals do you declare?” he asks, looking closely at what was written on the permit. “Two deer and two hares, sir,” Jack replies. “Alright, that’s sorted,” he says, filing the permit away and looking at Y/N. “Could you move your hair, please?”

She moves her hair over one shoulder, exposing the left side of her neck to him.

“Now the other side.”

She follows his instructs, showing a blemish-free neck.

“Let me have your hand, miss.”

Jack steps aside to let her stand in front of the window as she holds out her right hand to the officer. She wonders how he can’t just listen to her heartbeat, because it’s beating out of her chest right now. She knows she’s human, but that’s the scary part. The main on the other side of the desk is a vampire and he could very easily bite into her hand.

He firmly grabs her hand, pushing her sleeve up and feeling for her pulse.

“Calm down, love, the other people in this department will think you’ve got a heart condition.”

Her face goes red at his comment, watching as he presses two fingers to her pulse point and watches the clock. After a minute, he lets her go.

“Very good. You’re both free to go.”

“Why’s it illegal for you to kill humans in the forest? How’s that different from the city?” “Actually, it’s supposed to be illegal to kill humans period. In the city, if you’re going to drink from humans, you’re supposed to call emergency services to take them to a hospital, or use feeders, humans who willingly allow you to feed from them.” “People do that?” “It’s a lot more common than you think.” “Did you do that? Use feeders, I mean.”

He hesitates before answering.

“What?” “I did. I don’t anymore though,” he says, rushing the last half of his answer. “Why’d you add that last bit? I know you don’t anymore because I just went hunting with you. Even then, it’s not something you should worry about, you had the person’s consent.”

Jack curses himself, knowing he revealed more information than he needed to.

“Usually…with feeders,” he says, pulling up at a red light, “It’s sort of…sort of a sexual thing.”

He sees her turn her head to face him, but doesn’t look at her. He can’t bare it.

“And I’m telling you the truth when I say I don’t do it anymore.” “I trust you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You haven’t got to feel like I’m upset with you or anything.”

He exhales through his nose, turning to face her. Her expression is a mix of things: confusion, because she doesn’t understand why he’d be afraid to tell her; happiness, because she’s glad he trusts her enough to tell her; and love, because that’s what she feels towards him. He starts leaning over the console to kiss her when the horn of the car behind them beeps.

“Ach! Sorry!” he says even though the driver can’t hear him, throwing his hand up in an apology. Y/N giggles, reaching up to grab his hand and hold it in her lap.

“Why’d you stop?” she asks as she plays with his fingers, “Going to feeders, I mean.”

He hesitates again, but resolves to telling her.

“I got really attached to this one girl, Vanessa. I guess we kinda dated a bit, we’d hang out outside of me feeding. But one day she asked me to change her and…I couldn’t. Not after what happened to Carol. So I told her she should find someone else to change her.”

Y/N’s movements slow, as if she’s thinking. “Did it hurt? When she left?”

It’s his turn to be confused by what she says. What does it matter how the situation affected him?

“It did, a bit. Felt like the closest thing I had to what Thomas and Poppy had.” “Wait, when was this?” “Ten, fifteen years ago?” he says, his memory not helping him well in this situation. “Hmm. Have you seen her since? Did she become a vampire?”

“I don’t know,” he says, stealing a glance at her. She’s looking down and her voice had gone a lot quieter. He gently grabs the hand that’s playing with his fingers. “I don’t know and it doesn’t matter,” he says, “I’m with you. And no one has ever made being on this Earth more fun than you have.”

“Stop,” she says bashfully, fighting a smile.

“It’s true. Who else are my cats gonna love more than me? And who else is am I gonna cook for? Who else am I gonna drive around in the middle of the night when they’re studying and have a craving for cheap cupcakes?”

“Jack,” she laughs.

“That’s only you. Never had that with anyone else. Not Carol, not Vanessa. I barely even remember them anymore,” he says as he pulls into the garage. “But I remember you’ve got a single gray hair right here,” he says, pulling at it, “and you keep it because it’s supposed to give you wisdom or something. I remember you’ve got four freckles on your neck, here, here, here and here”—he points to each one, smiling when she laughs at the tickling sensation his touch leaves—“and I remember you have an unhealthy obsession with ready mac n’ cheese. I remember the first time we met, you pulled me in and never let go and now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

Tagging: @albionscastle

#Jack Lowden #Jack Lowden AU

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sweetimagines · 7 years

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A Night To Remember - Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Jellybean Jones x Archie Andrews

Description: AU in which JB is just an year younger than Jughead and she’s in love with his best friend.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Word Count: 1587

A/N: I usually post on @serpent-jugheadjones but since this isn't a Jughead fic, I decided to do it here. Therefore anything from other characters that I write will be done here :) Let me know is you want to be tagged on any of my stuff!

The best thing about falling in love with her brother’s best friend is how comfortable he is around her, that the boy doesn't even bother putting on a shirt before entering the kitchen in the mornings after a sleepover. Jellybean doesn't have much time to enjoy the view, though, as Jughead is always nearby.

The worst of it is the fact that Archie’s so oblivious to her feelings that he shares his love life experiences during breakfast. Certainly, hearing about his dates isn't JB’s nor Jug’s favorite subject. When she’s lucky, they get to talk a little about music before her brother shows up.

The three teens sit on the round table in the Jones’ kitchen, each with a plate of pancakes, Jughead’s with a few extra ones, and a glass of OJ. “Valerie broke up with me.”, Archie speaks before eating. “No wonder. You've been pimping yourself out to Cheryl.” Jug doesn't even finish chewing his pancake before talking. JB just stuffs her face with the food so she doesn't have to give an opinion. “HA. HA. I’m gonna try and talk to her tonight.”, the ginger says as FP walks in and fills his mug with coffee. “Dude, not a good idea. Just let it be.”, the dark-haired boy advises. “Easy for you to say. You have Betty.”, Arch says bitterly. “You should listen to Jughead. When women are mad at you it’s best to give them space. Right, JB?”, FP smirks. She chokes on her juice as the man leans in to kiss his daughter’s ruffled hair before sitting next to that jittery girl. “Right…” Jellybean widens her eyes at that ironic impossible clever dad she loves so much, for he’s the only one who knows about her crush and she’d like to keep it that way. Archie just gives JB a half smile that melts her heart.

Later that day, she gets a text from Archie. Her mind races through all the possibilities of what the boy could've said while her old phone loads the message.

From: Archie xX

Surprise party for Jug at my place at 8. Come.

Reason tells her to warn her brother since he’s not a fan of parties and dislikes even more his birthday but she can’t seem to shake the feeling that this is finally her chance with the Andrews’ boy.

JB arrives at Archie’s place, a little nervous but ready to tell the boy how she feels. “You look great.”, he greats, letting her in. The girl takes off her jacket, revealing a white crop top and a black skirt overall. “Can I get you anything?”, the boy offers. “One of whatever you’re having.”, the girl requests, smelling liquor in his breath. “Jug would kill me. For you, just a soda.” Archie hands her a red solo cup containing the fizzy drink. Their fingers touch for a second, enough to turn her cheeks red. “Jughead is coming. Everybody hide!”, Ethel shouts and they lean under the kitchen island. “Shh.”, he whispers, placing a finger in her mouth as she was just about to say something.

The door opens and the lights turn on. “SURPRISE!”, a choir of voices shout standing from their hiding spots. Jellybean can see the loathing in Juggie’s eyes as people start hugging him. “Happy birthday.”, the girl wishes quietly, embracing him. “You knew about this and didn't tell me?” Lucky for her Betty comes out with a burger-shaped cake singing Marilyn Monroe style and JB doesn't have to explain herself.

Soon after, the party goes wild with the arrival of Cheryl and the rest of the school with booze and party lights, turning the living-room into a dance floor full of drunk teens. From the doorway, Jellybean watches Archie losing himself to the dance. When the ginger boy spots that beautiful girl standing there, he pulls her by the wrist. In a heartbeat, they start swaying to the rhythm of the song, their bodies brushing against each other’s every once in a while. JB is sure Arch can feel the electricity flowing through them.

A couple of songs after, they’re both tired and in need of fluids. The euphoric teen follows an oblivious Archie back to the kitchen where she hops on the marble counter as the boy grabs a couple of bottles from the fridge to mix them a drink. “Arch.”, Jellybean calls his attention softly. “Yeah?”, he questions, pouring a little too much vodka on his cup. “I listened to your songs.”, she confesses, still a little breathless. “The ones on SoundCloud?” Archie looks up at his friend’s sister amazed, handing her one of the cups. JB nods. “They are amazing.” The girl smiles and takes a sip from her drink, wincing at the bitter taste in the back of her throat. “Dance, Dance, Dance is my favorite.” She looks directly into his eyes. He’s leaning in slightly. “Archie, where’s the keg?” Arch hesitates for a while, and steps away when he listens to a familiar cough. “In the back.” He recognizes Joaquin and takes him to the booze. FP enters the kitchen right after. “Was that a move?”, her father asks playfully, pointing at the ginger boy leaving. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” JB jumps off the counter and grabs her drink before her father notices what’s inside. FP just chuckles as she returns to the dance floor.

Out of a sudden, things get out of hand, beginning with Archie receiving a faceful of liquor instead of whatever he was hoping for with Valerie. Then, when Jug tries to bolt, Cheryl stops him, making everyone play a weird game called “Secrets and Sins”. People start accusing each other of all kinds of crap, and all hell breaks loose as a dumb jock calls Betty out on what happened at Ethel’s. Jughead punches him unsmartedly, getting hit back twice as hard. Fortunately, Jellybean went to get her dad as soon as trouble started. The man gets there just in time to pull Chuck out of Jug, before he can make any more damage to his son’s face. He throws everyone out and Betty ashamedly goes away as well. “Why aren't you going after your girl?”, FP asks, holding his son by the arms as he was trying to get in. “Can’t leave Archie alone.”, Jug excuses. “JB is staying. Go after her. She needs you now more than ever.”, his father instructs.

The house is a mess. Solo cups flying all over, bottles rest on every flat surface and Archie slouched on the couch as drunk as one can be. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed so I can clean up.”, JB tells him, warping one of his arms around her neck in a feeble attempt to get him up. “You didn't have to stay.”, Archie drunkly says, pulling her to sit next to him. No point fighting against it as he’s twice as strong as her, not that she really wants to. “I couldn't help it.”, the girl tells him. “Why?”, he asks, almost hopeful. “Because I’m in love with you…”, Jellybean confesses, both nervous and excited at the same time. He leans himself forward the closer he can get to the raven-haired girl. She closes the remaining distance between them, lightly touching his lips, feeling the ground being pulled from under her. Literally, since the boy grabbed her hips to straddle her legs around him.

No cleaning was done that night. The two teens just savored each other’s company. With a lot of work, she managed to drag the drunk ginger to his room, where he fell head first on an air mattress, leaving his bed empty for her. When the girl woke up in the morning, she made sure to leave the place impeccable for when Mr. Andrews got back. JB gives a sweet peck on sleeping Archie’s cheek before leaving.

The raven-haired girl arrives home to her brother and father at the table having breakfast. “Is that Archie’s shirt?”, Jughead asks. “Maybe…”, the girl says with a grin. “I just borrowed it to sleep, in a separate bed!”, she adds hurriedly at FP’s concerned and almost angry face. “I’m going over to his place to make sure everything is ok.” Her brother walks out of the table leaving his dirty plate behind. “I’m not washing your dirty dishes.”, JB shouts as Jug goes through the door. “Didn't you just wash the plates at Andrews’ house?”, her father asks, piling his and Jug’s plate for her to wash.

Jughead arrives just in time to wake his friend before his father comes home. “Jug. The most amazing thing happened.”, Archie says dreamily, still laying down. “Is that so?”, the dark-haired boy asks. “I think I kissed Veronica last night. I was so wasted all I know is that she stayed the night.”, he answers looking up, trying to remember better. “Veronica left with her girlfriend CHERYL, as soon as shit hit the fan. JB was the one who stayed.” Jughead says. “But then… Jellybean? Oh… Yes.” Panic takes over the ginger as he realizes what he did. “Dude, did you just fess up to kissing my sister?” Now Juggie and Arch have another situation to work through.

#Jellybean Jones #Archie Andrews #Jellybean Jones x Archie Andrews #Archie Andrews Imagine #Jellybean Jones Imagine #JB Jones #Riverdale #Riverdale AU #Riverdale Imagine #forsythia pendleton jones

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barisifictionarchive · 7 years

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Supernatural Elements

Third Time's the Charm by Elske

(1603|General|Complete)

Two roommates realize their grandsons would make a PERFECT couple. (Now if they could only get their first date right.)

Alone With the Stars in the Sky by littlewitch34

(1644|Teen|Complete)

A long weekend gives Rafael and Sonny the opportunity to get out into nature.

Hunger by clowchan

(1708|Teen|Complete)

Used this otp prompt: “you’re a vampire with an aphrodisiac bite and i’m the drunk party-goer you decided to snack on tonight” au” I tweaked this a little

Still Gonna Date You by clowchan

(1921|Teen|Complete)

“Barba and Carisi a few hours before they transform trying to have a quiet dinner before hunting and fighting each other “ I tweaked it a little

An Italian Werewolf in Staten Island by Skysquid22

(2716|General|Complete)

Barba considered himself to be a good lover.

He was attentive; taking pride in remembering birthdays, favorites, and small little quirks that just made him love the person more.

So when Sonny Carisi came crashing into his world he quickly fell into enjoying all his odd mannerisms. He knew that a relationship with him was going to be an interesting one, just from work rapport alone. He expected to be enthralled, he didn’t expect to fall in love so quickly.

He also didn’t expect to discover that he was werewolf either.

You've Got to be Kitten Me by Robin Hood (kjack89)

(2787|Teen|Complete)

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” Carisi crooned. “Open those beautiful green eyes for me, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? Barba wanted to protest, but instead, the word came out an indignant “Meow”.

What the—

You Don’t Own Me by rayofsonnshine

(2932|Explicit|Complete)

After Barba’s death threats, Sonny accepts a job as his security detail. After fighting his feelings for long enough, Sonny decides to tell Barba how he feels about him.

Basically, this is a demon possession crack fic because the svu fandom doesn’t have enough of these. You should read it.

On Moving In by thesorceressfromthelake

(3432|General|Complete)

Rafael has chosen to focus on how much he hates most people he works with rather than the fact that Sonny asked him to move in with him. Sonny asked him to move in. That one keeps repeating and Rafael can't get it out.

Something resembling an It's a Wonderful Life AU.

Late in Time by Robin Hood (kjack89)

(4246|Teen|Complete)

They had long since finished prepping for court the next day and moved on to discussing a wide variety of legal and other topics, Carisi feeling relaxed for the first time in days.

At least, he was relaxed until Barba asked, “Is everything ok? You seem a little off tonight.”

For one wild moment, Carisi considered telling him the truth, that he appeared to be living the same day for the third day in a row, but he dismissed the idea as soon as he had it. Barba would never believe him. And besides, Carisi still held out hope that this was just a fluke, and that tomorrow he’d wake up and everything would be fine.

“Just tired,” he said instead, giving Barba a wan version of his normal grin. “Still haven’t recovered from my trip to West Virginia.”

Barba snorted. “Ah, yes, interstate travel can be so exhausting.”

wherever we’re opened we’re red by thatviciousvixen

(4874|Explicit|WIP)

Sonny is attacked. Sonny starts to change. It’s all Rafael can do to keep up.

Waves of Uncertainty by Astronaut_Milky

(5074|Mature|Complete)

“I'm sorry, is there a right way to respond to finding out your co-worker is a vampire?”

Rafael huffs out an exasperated breath. “If that's what you want to call it.”

The Bucket List by Skysquid22

(5628|Teen|WIP)

Sonny Carisi, an immortal, makes a proposition to Rafael Barba a historian.

Discord and Rhyme by Robin Hood (kjack89)

(6142|Teen|Complete)

"You a friend of Barba’s?” one of the guys following Carisi asked.

“Who?” Carisi asked, buying time as he started dialing his phone in his coat pocket and praying that Barba picked up.

“Don't play dumb,” the other snapped. “We can smell him all over you.”

Carisi blinked, taken aback less by the attitude and more by what the man had said. “You can smell him?"

I hate Disney by SonicGavel

(7060|Teen|Complete)

After a tiff with Barba at Liv's, Carisi wakes up as a dog again. I kinda set it in the universe of Every Dog has its day, so when Barba realizes Carisi's turned back into a dog, he tries the true love's kiss to turn him back to a Human, only it turns him into a cat. They have to work together to find out how to reverse this as well as find out who's responsible for this. In the meantime, it also gets them back together in other ways.

Every Dog Has Its Day by Robin Hood (kjack89)

(7235|Teen|Complete)

Carisi doesn’t believe in magic.

And yet when Carisi woke up that morning, he was somehow a dog. It’s now been eight hours, and he’s still a dog. And Carisi doesn’t really have an explanation for that besides magic. Or a curse. Or a really shitty joke of a fairy tale.

See Me by Astronaut_Milky

(10152|Not Rated|Complete)

Sonny slowly looks over his shoulder.

The last figure.

He knows who it is before reaching him.

His back is turned, but Sonny would always recognise those suits, that… body.

He reaches a hand out, desperate for contact.

As he places it tentatively on his shoulder, the figure turns to him.

Swapped by Skysquid22

(13748|Teen|Complete)

Rafael Barba woke up one morning not feeling like himself. Only to realize he really wasn't himself.

The Primitive & Sanctified by Konigsberg

(19816|Explicit|Complete)

Barba is still prickling all over with anger, disgust, and the most wretched sense of possession he can't shake when Carisi bursts into his office, apparently lacking the common sense needed to realize he should be far away from here.

"What the hell do you want?" Barba snaps, yet it comes out breathless and lost because, in the end, there's a part of him truly shaken.

"I-" Carisi closes his mouth like he thinks better of answering. Barba waits, half expecting him to start whining like a cornered animal, but instead he lifts his chin in challenge. "I need you to tell me how to make this work. Because I'm not leaving."

In which Sonny and Rafael don't know what to do with each other, but then the answer becomes all too obvious.

Mint on the Windowsill by AHumanFemale, tobeconspicuous ‘

(20077|Teen|Complete)

Tessa could see already that it wouldn’t happen, that Rafael Barba would never be the type to fit in with their family no matter how much Sonny seemed to like him. It was possible Rafael already knew it himself if his demeanor was anything to go by but perhaps he still needed a… push.

Tessa was magic.

Rafael would never know what hit him.

[Or, Sonny's mother is a witch who decides to use her magic to make Rafael miserable.]

Good Morning by Kaye_21

(21587|Teen|Complete)

Rafael wakes up. Carisi is smirking. Something is off.

#barisi #themed list #supernatural #vampire #animal transformation #groundhog day #body swap #Less than 5k #less than 10k #10k to 25k #creature fic

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presumenothing · 6 years

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2017: (fic) year in review

so i wrote a lot of stuff this year?? like, nearly 70k kind of many, or so ao3 tells me. some of that was finishing up old fic ofc (which, yay!) but the overwhelming majority of it is new fic written from scratch this year. and that’s just the stuff that made it to posting.

for context, that is literally almost half of my total wordcount ever on ao3. which, holy cripes? what even.

i feel like that deserves A Moment, so i’m gonna take a moment on this trashfire blog to contemplate this thing that happened.

but before that i’d like to appreciate™ the following people:

everyone who reblogged/commented/inboxed me about my fics, your words are the renewable fuel of this fire (and i do read every last one of your tags and reviews!! more than once, probably)

everyone who sent in prompts and fic ideas, your rampant infestation of plot bunnies (is that a word we still use nowadays?) has pushed me to write things i never thought i would and that’s super cool tbh

tumblr friends both new and old (@ninthfeather, @swingingrobin, @mintchocolateleaves, and of course angelicsentinel!) for letting me scream into ridiculously tiny chatboxes and bounce ideas everywhere, you guys make this hellscape of a site actually enjoyable

and of course everyone in the discord, especially @aonomiki and @deductionfreak, without whom a good fraction of said fic would literally not have existed! joining the trash hakuba club is probably the least trash decision i’ve made all year tbh

seriously, fic writing doesn’t happen in a vacuum, i appreciate y’all lots

ok uh more dumb thoughts under the cut:

anyway!! i do honestly feel like i’ve improved as a writer over this year – i don’t know if there was any tangible change in output because i’m an overjudgey git, but at least from a writing perspective i think i’ve stopped second-guessing myself as much, especially when handling character moments and interactions, which is a good thing in my book.

i didn’t write everything i (vaguely) planned to write this year, but i also wrote a ton of stuff that i wasn’t expecting to – and definitely stuff that i wouldn’t have been confident writing even two years ago.

for starters, 2015!me would not have written the nagano fics (too much character focus!!) or the marvel au (too much divergence from canon!! characterisation how 0/10), but i’m glad that both fic series happened, and i’m glad that i’m in a place now that i’m comfortable writing them

on a related point, something i was kinda sorta trying to do this year is stop being ridiculously self-conscious about literally every single darned thing i post – both in the sense of posting whatever i want to, and not editing the stuffing out of every last word. first part went great, second part not so much, although i’ve at least reduced editing time from “ridiculous” to “still somewhat excessive” on most of my fics. progress!

...that was not actually a sarcastic statement. please excuse my salty ass.

tl;dr – i’m just. really happy with a lot of the stuff i wrote this year asd;lfkjasdf

#the fic life #on another note #hAPPY NEW YEAR FROM HERE #.........also i probably need a new years resolution #to back up and organise all the fics #my files are a mess #im a mess

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my-trashy-writing · 7 years

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Keith transfers to another school during his third year. His brother, Shiro, decides to ask a well-liked student for help with getting Keith used to the new place. It doesn't go as planned.

I'm so happy I finally managed to finish writing something...

This fic was inspired by Josef Salvat's song - Till I Found You. I was tempted to put a quote from it at the beginning and/or end but then I realised that I wanted to put the whole lyrics there...

Buy me some coffee?

SFW, Klance, high school AU Words: 4203 Also on ao3.

“Keith, I beg you, please say that the red stains on your shirt are from jam, ketchup or something along the lines,” Shiro said, exasperated.

“Ah, I must have wiped my hand into the shirt out of habit,” Keith muttered under his breath. “Well, let's make it whatever you want it to be, Shiro?” he tried to look innocent.

“Keith, this is your first day here and you’re already causing problems… I don’t even want to know whose blood it is. I just hope that it wasn’t a student from this school. It’s bad enough that you’re transferring in the middle of the semester. During your third year.”

“It was his fault,” Keith shrugged.

“Yeah, of course it was,” Shiro sighed. “And you aren't even trying to cover having a fight.”

“Would you prefer if I lied? And I’m not letting anyone touch my bike,” he grumbled. “I asked him to fuck off first! He didn’t so I punched him. Once.”

“Punched… Once…”

“Ok, twice,” Keith corrected himself, not looking at Shiro.

“Anyway, to help you fit in I asked one of the students from my class to, how to say it, show you around? Lance is a really friendly guy, he’s able to get along with everyone so I think it would be nice to get some help from him.”

“Shiro, I don’t need it.”

“No, you don’t want it, Keith. Anyway, he’s kind of late…”

“Yeah, I know I’m late and I’m sorry for that! I run into some… well… trouble and had to swing by the bathroom to wash up a bit,” Lance just arrived and smiled at Shiro. He winced immediately, though, touching his split lip. “Ow, that fucker really got me,” he added quietly.

At this moment, a cold shiver went down Shiro’s spine. He wanted to believe with his whole being that he was wrong, that it was just some fucked up coincidence but the second Lance and Keith looked at each other he knew. He knew that, once again, the universe decided to turn Shiro’s good intentions upside down and fuck with Keith. Nevertheless, he decided to pretend to not realise:

“And here’s Lance! I’m not saying that you two should become best of friends or something but I hope that, thanks to Lance, you will find your place here easier, Keith.”

“Shiro, don’t play dumb,” Keith hissed, clenching his fists and sending Lance death glares.

“Anything you want me to do, Mr Shirogane,” Lance fluttered his eyelashes at Shiro and then smiled slyly at Keith, challenge in his eyes. “I’ll take care of your beloved little brother and I guarantee you that he’ll have his own little group of friends in no time.”

“I can’t believe that the little brother Shiro was talking about is such a thug,” Lance sneered at Keith, the moment they left the room.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? Am I lying? You fucking punched me. You should be happy that it was a request from Shiro so I decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. Are you even aware how this school treats delinquents? You could have been expelled before even attending your first class,” he laughed.

“Don’t call him ‘Shiro’. And you had it coming, I told you not to touch Red.”

“What? Oh my… Everybody calls him that. People always give nicknames to teachers. Where the hell have you been going to before? Somewhere where it’s acceptable to yell at people out of nowhere and then punch them like a minute later? I’ll have you know that you almost ruined the most handsome face in this school.”

“Woah, I guess girls aren’t exactly happy about going here.”

“You just didn’t,” Lance gasped, stopping in his tracks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Keith smirked at him. “So what’s the first class? Since I haven't got expelled yet?”

“Soooo… Keith, how was your first day of school?” Shiro asked Keith in the afternoon when they were eating lunch together.

“Same as always. People were kinda curious but weren’t really approaching me. That loud guy is annoying, though. I can’t believe that you said that he’s friendly and everybody likes him.”

“You and Lance just had a rough start. You should give him a chance. Really, Keith. I’m just worried about you.”

“You don’t have to, I can manage perfectly on my own.”

“You know what?” Lance started, catching Keith by his wrist and stopping him from running out of the school the moment the last bell rang.

“Don’t touch me,” Keith growled in an answer, yanking his hand out of Lance’s hold. “What do you want?”

“You could at last pretend.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not my goal to be friends with everyone but being hated doesn’t sit well with me either.”

“Not my problem.”

“Let me finish for fuck’s sake,” Lance sighed. “To be honest I don’t care about you, you've been some weird pain in the ass since you transferred here. But I promised Shiro something and I’m not the one to break my promises. Can you, I don’t know, try to be a little more approachable? It’s not only about me. People are scared of you. Even our classmates. Scared! You've been here for three or four weeks and it's only getting worse!”

“I told you that it’s not my problem. Are you done? I’m in a hurry today. I don’t want to waste my Friday with you spewing nonsense.”

“Not yet. But it won’t take long. Then what’s your problem, really? I saw how you are when you’re alone with Shiro. And, before you came here, he told me a lot about you. And I had a completely different image of his precious brother. So, what’s the deal?”

“I’m gonna ask you one thing instead,” Keith took a step towards Lance, leaning closely into his personal space. “Why the hell are you so interested when you said that you don’t care about me?”

“I don’t really know how to deal with him. I don’t want to admit defeat but, really, I have no idea how to approach him or make him more approachable to others.”

“I’m sorry, I was sure that you could manage, with your interpersonal skills and all,” Shiro smiled lightly at Lance.

“No, it’s not like that! I’m flattered that you believed in me! It’s just that… I tried a lot of stuff during these two months. And all I managed is that he, I don’t know… tolerates me? He’s still kinda aggressive but I, more or less, know what his limits are so he doesn’t snap at me anymore. And he isn’t avoiding me now, so there's that too.”

“That’s… good, actually.”

“Huh?”

“He doesn’t want to talk with me about what’s happening at school but, I think that it’s not as bad as you think?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, I see you two together at school a lot.”

“Maybe a bit…” Lance hummed quietly.

“Oh, also! Do you maybe spend lunch breaks together?”

“Yeah, sometimes. Recently he started stealing my food,” Lance grumbled. “Why do you ask?”

“Your food? Oh my… that explains a lot then,” Shiro chuckled. “It really is much better than you think, Lance.”

“Huh?” Lance got confused once again.

“How to explain it the best? Oh, I know,” Shiro clapped his hands. “Let’s take a cat. Cats seem like assholes sometimes, right? They might be in the same room as you but seemingly pretend that they don’t care.”

“Yeah.”

“But that’s not true. To put it simply, they are hanging out with you and are just respecting your personal space. I know that this might be a weird comparison but think about Keith as a cat for a second. Everything will make much more sense.”

“I guess…?” Lance knitted his brows, thinking intensely. “What’s with the food thing then? He likes it but is too embarrassed to ask me to share so he takes it all like some savage?”

“Well, I’d say yes,” Shiro smiled sheepishly.

“So what, I scratch him behind his ear and he’s gonna start purring?” Lance laughed.

“That… I don’t know. To be honest, I’m not sure if anybody knows it,” Shiro sighed, getting serious. “I might be biased, I’m aware of that, but Keith is a good kid. He just has problems with fitting in and tends to gravitate towards the wrong crowd because of that. I couldn’t take care of him in the past and now it’s slightly too late for me to intervene. I don’t want to sound as if I used you, Lance, but… I really hope that you will help him. And, I think, that, despite what it might seem to you, you are doing a great job. So, really, big thanks to you for being his friend,” Shiro placed his hand on Lance’s shoulder and squeezed lightly.

“Oh, there you are,” Lance popped from around the corner, surprising Keith.

“Yeah,” Keith answered, not opening his eyes to look at Lance. He was sitting on the ground, enjoying the sun, his back leaning against the wall. He really did seem like a cat at the moment.

“You’re really good at finding secluded places around the school. That actually are comfy,” he plopped beside Keith. “You want some? I have more today. So I won’t stay hungry after you take it from me anyway,” Lance flashed his best smile at Keith, offering him half of his lunch. Now, after the talk with Shiro, he felt more confident and comfortable while talking with Keith.

“Who am I to refuse free food?” Keith shrugged. But, somehow, Lance recognised that Keith was definitely happy.

“Yeah, just like a cat. Big, black cat. The dangerous kind. Panther maybe,” Lance thought and chuckled quietly.

“What?” Keith stopped eating and looked at him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Lance shrugged, turning his attention to the food.

With a new view on the whole thing, Lance noticed how wrong he was about Keith. Just like Shiro said, the situation wasn’t as bad as Lance had imagined it. Keith was unusual, sometimes weird person, no doubt, but Lance was too hung up on their rocky start, so he saw everything in the negative light. Now he understood that Keith was just awkward and wasn’t sure how to express himself in a more friendly way. And, suddenly, the time they were spending at school together was far more comfortable for both of them. Lance stopped being so pushy, stopped trying too hard. As a result, Keith stopped feeling so overwhelmed and lowered his guard a lot. Nowadays, he was even seeking Lance out on his own.

The only thing left that Lance really wanted to achieve was to get Keith to hang out with him after school. No matter how hard he tried, Keith always refused.

Now, Lance was standing by the school gate, waiting for Keith in some sort of an ambush, at the same time trying to come up with another plan that might work. He was rather desperate, especially that even baiting Keith with food hasn’t worked.

His train of thoughts got interrupted when three bikes drove past him and stopped in front of the gate, raving the engines.

“Hey, kid,” one of the bikers called out to Lance. “We need you to get us someone.”

“Huh? What if I don’t want to?”

“You definitely want. Unless you'd rather have your face ruined.”

“No, thanks. To both,” Lance shrugged and started walking away. He flinched when one of the bikes cut him off.

“You’re going to get us someone from your school.”

“Sadly, I’m not the school idol and not everyone follows me so I’m not sure if I can help.”

“Shut your mouth. We’re sure that Akira is going to this school. And you’re going to get him for us.”

“Who? I don’t know anybody called that.”

“Bro, that ain’t his real name,” one of the guys butted in.

“Ah, yeah, right. Well, kid, we need you to get us an Asian dude with longish hair. He’s often wearing a red jacket and has a red bike,” Lance flinched at his words, there was no doubt that the whole commotion was about Keith. “That’s a rather distinct description so I’m sure you know who we’re talking about.”

“Oh my, sorry but I don’t know him. I’m a proper student who doesn’t associate with delinquents,” he flashed his most innocent smile.

“Delinquents, you say. Well, we gonna deal with you like delinquents then.”

Lance wasn’t sure how exactly it happened, but he realised that, during their conversation, the three guys managed to direct him into an empty back alley, not far from the school.

“So, once again, you won’t help us with getting in contact with Akira?”

“I’ve told you already that I don’t know him.”

“Kid, don’t lie, assholes like him are easily recognisable, even if you aren’t his best friend. That fucker stopped picking up my calls shortly after moving here. It took us some time to find which school he attends. He’s still ignoring us though.”

“I don’t know how I could help you. Like, really,” Lance was trying to talk his way out of the situation. “I don’t know the guy. And even if I did - it seems like he doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore, so…” he shrugged.

“Well, he has that kind of weird sense of justice, so maybe he won’t ignore a… schoolmate getting beaten up?”

One of the guys grabbed Lance from behind, immobilising him.

“What the hell?” Lance gasped, bewildered.

“You are annoying, you know?” the guy smirked, throwing the first punch.

“Lance!” Keith run into the alley, out of his breath. He froze when he noticed Lance sitting on the ground, his face and shirt covered with blood.

“Looks like the proper student lied to us about not knowing you, Akira.”

“He doesn’t have anything to do with thit so why the hell you-?” Keith growled, his whole body vibrating with anger.

“Well, we got your attention so that’s all that matters,” the guy shrugged. “It’s not vise to ignore me, punk.”

“Oh, I definitely won’t now,” before he even finished, Keith lunged at the guy, surprising him with the first punch.

Lance was observing the whole situation dizzily, not really believing his eyes. Keith was smaller than the three guys but he still managed to fight them all at the same time without much trouble. Despite the dangerous setting, all that Lance could think was ‘cool’.

Not long after, the fight ended. Keith was firmly standing over his opponents, who were crawling on the ground, trying to get away from him.

“Lance, fuck, Lance, are you ok?” Keith immediately went towards Lance, crouching by his side.

“I’m not sure,” Lance laughed weakly. “Everything hurts.”

“Yeah, no wonder. Can you-”

“Keith!” Lance shouted, yanking Keith to the side and shielding him from a hit with a bat.

“Oops, I missed.”

“You persistent fucker,” Keith jumped to his feet and was moving even faster than before. When Lance came round and saw what was happening, Keith already had the guy pinned against the wall, pressing a knife against his throat. Keith was saying something but Lance wasn’t able to make the words out. Soon after, Lance and Keith were the only ones in the alley, the tension in the air slowly dissolving.

“Are you ok?” Keith asked again. “Can you stand? We need to get you to the hospital.”

“I think I can. And hospital might be a good idea. At first, it hurt like hell but now my shoulder is totally numb and I don't feel anything. I don’t think it’s a good sign.”

“You think you can handle a ride on my bike? It’s going to be faster than waiting for an ambulance.”

“Whaaaat? You’re not only going to let me touch your bike but you’re also offering me a ride? Wow, what a character development.”

“Shut the fuck up or I’m gonna leave you here,” Keith grumbled but helped Lance up nevertheless.

“Keith, decide what you wanna do, you’re scaring my neighbours,” Lance flung the door to his place open, surprising Keith.

“Ho-How did you know?” Keith stuttered.

“A very nice neighbour grandma said that there’s some thug hanging outside my apartment during school hours,” Lance shrugged. “You coming inside?” he asked after a long moment of silence, to which Keith only nodded his head.

There was a heavy, uncomfortable silence between them but Lance decided to keep quiet. He knew that he should give Keith some time.

“I’m… sorry,” Keith finally said.

“For what?” Lance knitted his brows.

“For getting you involved. I don’t have the slightest idea how it happened, I especially avoided being with you outside of school but the things came to this anyway,” he sighed heavily.

“Wait, what?” Lance gaped at him. “That was the reason you were refusing constantly?!”

“Yeah? I mean, I knew what I was dealing with. I tried to protect you but still failed. So, really, sorry for that.”

“I can’t believe this…” Lance laughed heartily. “I’ll have you know that everything was just a coincidence. I mean, at some point I realised who they were talking about but I wouldn’t rat anyone out, no matter who they were,” he shrugged.

“You should have done that! Look what happened to you!” Keith raised his voice.

“It’s gonna heal sooner or later, no worries.”

“And what happened to ruining the most handsome face at school?”

“A scar or two won’t make a difference. And whaaaat, you think I’m handsome?” Lance sneered.

“Whatever,” Keith grumbled. “What about your shoulder?” he changed the topic.

“Could be better but it’s not that bad either. The bones and joint are fine but I have the biggest bruise of my life. Do you wanna see?”

“Eh?”

“Seriously, it’s enormous. And so dark. To be honest, I got scared when I saw it for the first time. Ah, you have to pull up my shirt yourself, though. Because moving too much hurts like hell,” Lance sat on his bed and turned his back towards Keith.

“Well, if you’re so insistent,” Keith mumbled and sat beside Lance. With trembling fingers, he grabbed the hem of Lance’s shirt and pulled it up. The second he saw the bruise, he flinched and let the shirt go. “Fuck, shit, I’m sorry, Lance, really.”

“Quite a sight, right?” Lance turned towards him. “But don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I got in this mess myself. What about you? I mean, I know I’m probably far worse but still - you fought with the three of them at the same time. Quite impressive to be honest.”

“Me? Ah, nothing much. Just few scratches and light bruises here and there. I’ve ruined my hands again, though,” he sighed heavily, pulling his gloves off. “I’m too used to fights, my knuckles are one big scar anyway but it’s annoying to have scabs here.”

“Man, you need to take better care of your hands, like seriously,” Lance grabbed Keith’s hand and started rubbing it with his fingers. “Scars and shit are one thing, but your skin is so rough. Have you ever heard of moisturisers? I know you’re a guy but still,” he started rambling. “I’m gonna take care of it later, it’s like I could exfoliate just like this,” he put Keith’s palm against his own cheek and rubbed lightly.

“Don’t do that,” Keith yanked his hand out of Lance’s hold. “I’ll misunderstand,” he added almost inaudibly.

“Huh? I’m not sure I’ve heard you,” Lance knitted his brows.

“Nothing. I’m glad you’re fine. I’ll leave now,” Keith hastily got up.

“Keith.”

“What?” he stopped, not turning towards Lance.

“I think I know you well enough to say that it’s not all, that you’re still bottling something. So?”

“I… I think that you should stop hanging out with me. It’s not good for you.”

“Huh? Turn around and say this nonsense to my face. Let me decide what is and what isn’t good for me,” Lance got genuinely angry. “Yeah, right, this accident might seem like your fault but this was simply a coincidence that they came across me. It could have been anybody else! Even someone you don’t know at all!”

“Lance, you really don’t understand. I’m not good to be around. For a lot of different reasons. Especially for you. I can’t control myself that well.”

“You’re talking as if I don’t know this already. You punched me the first time we met! But that was a long time ago. We had our ups and downs but it never happened again, so, really, I don’t know what else, what worse thing, you might do,” he shrugged, glaring at Keith from below, challenge in his eyes.

Keith quickly took two big steps towards Lance and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt:

“For example this,” he leaned down, smashing their lips in a not-so-gentle kiss. “Don’t be nice to me, Lance. It won’t end well for you.”

“That… definitely wasn’t good. Have you ever heard of delicacy? I’m hurt and you’re yanking me likes this. Show me some consideration. Also - asking before kissing for the first time is good manners,” Lance started rambling again.

“You… totally missed the point,” Keith was staring at him, dumbfounded.

“Not really? From what I gather - you like me, are kind of frustrated and are worried because you might finally snap due to your short temper?” a blush on Keith’s face was enough of an answer for Lance. “If I might propose a solution - don’t worry, I’m not made of glass? Ah, but I’d like a gentler kiss anyway, if you could help that,” he tapped his lips with his index finger.

“What the hell, Lance?” Keith wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Well, I’m saying that it’s fine to kiss?”

“I’m a guy, Lance.”

“Wow, really? I haven’t realised,” Lance said in a flat tone.

“You are too much sometimes…” Keith whispered and sat beside Lance again, hiding his face in his hands.

“But you still like me, right?” Lance wriggled his eyebrows, nudging Keith with his elbow.

“Yeah, I do,” Keith answered sincerely. “Is it fine?” he asked, unsure, lightly touching Lance’s cheek with the tips of his fingers. “To kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Lance chuckled quietly, suddenly feeling nervous. But the tension faded the moment their lips touched again. Keith was far more careful and delicate than before, so Lance decided to add more pressure himself. He couldn’t really do that though, because when he leaned more into Keith, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He jumped back immediately and whined.

“I’m sorry, are you ok? I told you it was a bad idea,” Keith was quick to apologise and blame himself.

“Give it a rest, this one was my fault. I got too impatient,” Lance grumbled.

“Eh?”

“Only soft smooches for now. Until my shoulder gets better,” he playfully pecked the corner of Keith’s lips.

“Yeah,” Keith agreed absentmindedly. He couldn’t really wrap his mind around what just happened.

“We can try to lie down but it might be hard to find the right position for me,” Lance pushed Keith down and then intensely stared at him, trying to come up with the best, least painful position for himself. When he finally settled beside Keith, laying his head on Keith’s shoulder, he chuckled at how stiff the other was:

“Hey, you can relax, you know? You breathing won’t hurt me.”

“Yeah. No. Um… this is… a first for me so…” Keith turned his head away, too embarrassed to look at Lance.

“Well, there’s always a first for everything,” Lance playfully pinched Keith’s side. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you something.”

“About?”

“These guys, they called you ‘Akira’. Where did that came from?”

“Ah… It’s kind of… Well, first of all - I’m- No, I was racing.”

“Whoa, like, on your bike?” Lance butted in, amazed.

“Yeah. I promised Shiro to not do it anymore. One of these guys was the one I raced against the last time. I won and he was holding a grudge, I guess. And it caused all this mess. Anyway, back to the topic - you know that I’m part Japanese, right? So, we have this - a Japanese guy who’s racing, has a red bike and a red jacket, right?”

“Yeah.”

“This is so embarrassing to say out loud…” Keith sighed. “And there’s an old anime movie. Where one of the characters is a young Japanese guy who races on a red bike and has a red jacket.”

“And his name was Akira?” Lance laughed.

“Actually… No. His name was Kaneda. Akira was someone… something? someone? else. And ‘Akira’ was also the title. But it was close enough for them, I guess,” Keith shrugged. “It’s a cool movie, though. So I don’t mind.”

“Hm… now I wanna watch it. Idea for the first official date?”

“Sounds good. Wait, what?!”

“Sounds good,” Lance repeated with a chuckle and tried to kiss Keith again. His shoulder prevented him from doing that, though. “Aaaah, I never knew I was so impatient,” he grumbled.

“So I’m not the only one,” Keith moved a bit, so their faces were closer, and kissed Lance.

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