#like i got to go through a bunch of my playlists lol
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🧸 hello here i am to join the party!!! 🧸
my question is if you had the chance to do a 5 song playlist to woozi (ofc not svt allowed) what would be the name and the songs in it?
— join the sleepover!! 🧸️
this is...such a good question??? but also so hard because like AHHH i have too many feelings about this man, also i wasn't sure what context this was in so this is kinda like songs i think have jihoon vibes and songs that remind me of him and like songs if him and i were dating bc im delulu
HANDS CLASPED TOGETHER TOO TIGHTLY
☆ versace on the floor by bruno mars
cop out song i know i know but like i really thing it does fit jihoon and his vibes as like this slow but sexy song and it's bruno mars so ofc it had to be here
☆ the lakes by taylor swift
if you know anything about this song you'll get it but basically it's a song taylor swift wrote about her (now ex 💀) boyfriend and a testament of their love and how he's her muse and i feel like that's very jihoon with his songwriting and all
☆ amoeba by clairo
this song is about how when you get famous you can loose sight of things and you might get so lost keeping up with your fame that you start to ignore things like your self care or your friends and i feel like that relates to jihoon a lot and how he's spoken about the stress of svt's success being on his shoulders and how he's always working on his music and i think this song would resonate in him
☆ apocalypse by cigarettes after sex
YOUR LIPS MY LIPS APOCALYPSE 🗣🗣 this song is about healing from past relationships and trust and embracing the good and bad and that's the kind of boyfriend i think jihoon is, also i can imagine him softly listening to this song
☆ never not by lauv
basically i once saw an edit of jihoon to this song and i will now always associate him w/ this song but also it's about love for someone (a past partner) who helped shape you and overall i think the pace of the song and the lyrics fit jihoon and how he appreciates all the people in his life and how they've shaped him
i had to narrow down like fifteen songs for this LOL but apparently i associate a lot of bittersweet songs with jihoon like...he is just so devastating in the best and worst possible ways
#rubyreduji sleepover!!#rru.answers#rru.moots#thea!!#this is a fun question though#like i got to go through a bunch of my playlists lol#thank you for sending in an ask <3#ressonancee
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hi! i just saw an old post of yours regarding a very indepth s4 youtube playlist and i'm intrigued! i know the basic stuff since i watched some streams around that time but i've been meaning to finally sit and watch s4 from beginning to end. would you be so kind as to drop a link? thank you :]
gonna assume you mean lifesteal (i also have a dsmp s4 playlist haha. i love Making Playlists. love to Curate) and i've actually got a few lifesteal playlists! well. sort of. i have like One in-depth playlist and then i've got Other People's Playlists
so the first thing i recommend which has every* lifesteal s4 edited video (no** VODs) is this playlist by @aroaceacacia -- it's how i got into lifesteal to begin with and i cannot recommend it highly enough. when you finish, keep an eye on zam's youtube channel, i believe he is the only one still editing his s4 & his finale should be coming out soon (a year late) lmaoooo
* it is actually missing one video, but it's near the end + it DOES the behind the scenes for that video so it's easy to add in
** technically it's got one (1) 2-hour cut from a Subz VOD which is more VOD-like and less of a Highly Edited Short Video but p much all the rest of the 285 videos are more highly-edited official-yt-channel VideosTM, and even the Subz VOD is a cut from a 24-hour stream rather than the full thing.
unfortunately i don't know of any curated VOD playlists or overviews that cover the beginning of the season, by me or by anyone else--I might work on this at some point but rn unfortunately i haven't actually watched much early s4 :( although if you want, send me a follow-up ask and i'll do my best at a "major events" playlist, mixing edited videos (esp early-season where i havent Watched the VODs) with particularly important VODs for the stuff i Have seen? this would b p easy for me to make i just havent bc i didn't know if there would b interest. ive also been working on a timeline google doc covering all of s4 that includes both VODs and edited videos so, again, lmk if you're interested in that!
the second thing i recommend is this google doc by @myrmica , which starts covering things in detail in december 2022 and has super detailed notes for a BUNCH of VODs. absolutely invaluable resource. my primary recommendation if you want to watch vods from mid to late s4 is to just read this doc and add all the vods that look interesting to your personal playlist.
in terms of in-depth playlists i have, the main one i have is an eclipse federation playlist! it's got a couple vods or cut-down videos of pre-eclipse-fed for some context but mostly it covers eclipse federation's journeys from their formation to the end of the server. i skipped some streams that were just grinding or destroying end portals or similar but if you want those also you can go through the myrmica google doc. NOTE: this ONLY covers eclipse federation!!! and it covers them in pretty close detail!!!! things that get left out of this include stuff like most of the preparations for pangi & zam's god-off, 3ht's trap war, a lot of poopies shenanigans, the team awesome breakup, and of course everything that happened in the Several Months before eclipse federation formed.... basically anything that wasn't relevant to eclipse federation's journey. meanwhile there are multiple 4-hour VODs that are just zam thinking about his relationship problems and nothing rly happens. i honestly would not recommend this unless you are specifically looking for more detail on eclipse federation specifically lol. also i wasn't sure how to handle "there are 2-3 streams of the same events with different povs that have some nonoverlap and some overlap" so...sometimes i include both povs and sometimes i dont. it's a judgement call & i highly recommend going thru the myrmica google doc and making your own playlist--all the vods in this playlist are also on there, eclipse federation didn't Form until mid season 4 so all eclipse-federation-relevant streams are covered
also i've linked this before but ive got a more medium-length eclipse fed playlist that mixes VODs & edited videos so check that out if you want
and of course where would any of us be without the archivist VOD spreadsheet. not super useful if youre looking for Curated Playlists but i need to shout out archivists forever & ever
i've also got much less in-depth playlists of Just Edited Videos for stuff like s4 highlights, covering specific teams/storylines, etc but since you said you were interested in in-depth playlists im not going to link all those unless you ask, this post is already long enough as it is haha. im also maintaining a s5 edited videos playlist if youre interested in that, and ive got links to playlists of s1-3! so just ask if you want any of those
huge apologies if this was overwhelming! u activated my Autism Trap Card (i love playlist curation). & pls pls feel free to send another ask/message/whatever if you have any questions or are curious abt anything else or if you want anything else (i love playlist curation)
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i don’t know if you celebrate christmas but i am OBSESSED with the holiday season!! could you do something with the whole friend group (marie jordan cate andre emma sam luke) and gn reader where they’re decorating for the holidays? just a happy group that isn’t traumatized or suffering and it’s just fluffy and everyone’s alive and well and they’re decorating the house and the tree and cookies, gingerbread houses, just all the happy fluff! thank you and sending all the winter love!! - 🧚🏻
A Gen V Christmas | headcanons
pairings: limoreau, cate x luke, sam x emma
tw: mentions of christmas (it's not religious it's more the significance of the holiday and stuff), slight mentions of trauma?? (very minor), nothing much, christmas fic in january ?!?!, swearing
description: it's christmas eve and a bunch of superpowered college students have the house to themselves.
a/n: so... sry i didn't get to this sooner lol, i love this fic idea and this was sort of rushed but i hope you still enjoy it anon! i have kind of a horrible habit of not checking my requests or just forgetting about them until weeks later so once again sorry.
Christmas was going to be a whole affair that year. Luke and Sam’s parents were going to some fancy retreat in Switzerland so they had let the kids host a little get together. Luke could clearly remember his parents warning him it was for close friends ONLY, they didn’t want to find their house trashed by a bunch of supe college students.
And so Luke and Sam decided to only invite the gang and their respective partners. In total there were seven people bustling around the house on Christmas Eve.
Emma was trying and failing to assemble a gingerbread house while she ordered Sam around to: “GET ME MORE ICING. NO NOT THAT COLOR. SHIT SHIT SHIT.”
Cate was lounging on the couch with her feet on Luke’s lap as she curated the perfect holiday playlist, a mix of classics and some newer stuff that wasn’t absolute shit.
Luke was busy watching a football game but he gave suggestions to Cate every once and a while when he remembered a particularly good Christmas song.
Andre had been left in charge of the cooking, a trait that he had inherited from his mom. As Emma panicked with the gingerbread house Andre tried to hide a smile as he scrolled through TikTok, waiting for the chicken to roast.
Jordan and Marie were busy trying to figure out the best way to stack the Christmas presents, their cups of steaming hot chocolate had cooled significantly by the time they had finished making the perfect pyramid of presents.
Some of them had grown up with better holidays than others but they were all trying to do their part to make this one the best for people like Cate and Marie who barely got to experience any of it after they got their powers.
The rest of Christmas Eve afternoon was spent with a lot more yelling (Emma), wrenching the remote away from Luke (Jordan, they didn’t particularly love watching American football on Christmas Eve) and the smell of a perfect roast wafting through the house (Andre had a gift).
When midnight started to approach, Cate got everyone to hang up their stockings on the strangely large mantelpiece that the Riordan house contained.
Sam got everyone to open up the Santa Tracker with him (it was a tradition).
Since Sam got to do his tradition, Jordan rounded everyone up around the tv to watch ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’.
Emma somehow managed to get the gingerbread house basically structurally sound by the time everyone headed to their respective bedrooms. It was even standing the next morning as everyone gathered around the tree with cups of coffee. That was the real Christmas miracle.
im backkkkk
#gen v#limoreau#limoreau fanfic#jordan li#marie moreau#sam riordan#emma meyer#cate dunlap#andre anderson#cate dunlap fanfic#gen v fanfic#gen v fanfics#sam x emma#maria's random stuff#luke riordan#luke x cate#christmas
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Hey, it's me, and I'm asking. Plz explain the dvr3 despair au playlist. Plzzzz
You got it!!
•New Americana by Hasely
This is one of the ones I listened to a bunch while first figuring out the au back in 2022! It’s mostly there for just general vibes for the whole cast
•I Love You Like An Alcoholic by The Taxpayers
This is one of the ones there for Kaito and Maki lol, hard to go wrong with evil ship-y songs
•P.S I Love You by Robin Sparkles
One of the most Remnant Tenko songs ever lol, every part of it fits, she’s going through it lol
•Mary On A Cross by Ghost
This one is there for Angie! Not necessarily for any specific lyrics but just for the vibes lol
•Villain by Stella Jang
Fully a Tsumugi song, largely because there’s a really cool animatic with her to that song on YouTube
•Murders by Miracle Musical
I put this one on there for Rantaro as Kamakura! It has the kind of unnerving vibes I like for him
•The Fine Print by The Stupendium
This just has generally good remnant vibes, and really most villains in general (it’s on my Carmen Sandiego playlist as well)
•The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley
Another Tenko one! Focusing on her fixation on Junko
•Killer Queen by Mad Tsai
This one just is for Junko lol, applicable for cannon as well
•Who is She? by I Monster
Also Junko, it’s a really neat song!
•Seventeen by Marina
This one’s there for Kirumi! I think at the time I was thinking it would be good for if the future foundation showed up and tried to reason with her and she was sort of arguing sort of explaining what happened
•Disobedient from Steven Universe
Another Kirumi one!
•Someone Gets Hurt from Mean Girls the Musical
I believe this one’s on there for Junko manipulating Kaito but I can’t fully remember
•Cough Syrup (Glee cast version)
First one we got for Himiko!
•Magic Dance by David Bowie
Another Himiko one, with the others as the goblins interjecting lol. Mostly it works because it mentions magic and that’s her whole thing lol
•Below The Surface by Griffinila
This one’s for everyone! I did an animation with part of it for the au and it was fun!
•Evil Like Me from Descendants
So this is in the context of remnant Tsumugi talking with the tsumugi ai that was put in the neo world program (the Chiaki equivalent) since the ai one isn’t actually in despair she’s just programmed that way lol
•Monster by Beth Crowley
I don’t remember who this was for specifically but really it could fit anyone lol
•We Will Rock You by Queen
I this one was a combo of characters with each verse being about someone else, I feel like Kaito and Kokichi were involved but really you could probably make anyone work
•All Star by Smash Mouth
Another that’s just for the group as a whole!
•Class Fight by Melanie Martinez
Tenko again! I’m pretty sure all the Tenko songs are related to her feelings for Junko lol
•Kiss With A Fist by Florence and the machine
This one if for both Tenko and Angie! Because they do not like each other one bit in the au lol (it also works Really Well for Kazuichi and Gundham lol)
•A Change Would Do You Good (Glee Cast Version)
Junko talking with the whole v3 group
•Don’t Speak (Glee Cast Version)
Gonna be honest I fully don’t know why this is on the playlist anymore lol
•Insane by Black Gryph0n
I think this was for everyone
•Cuphead the Musical by Random Encounters
This one’s for all the remnants planning on what to do with Makoto once the thh survivors defeated Junko
•That Beautiful Sound from Beetlejuice
Remnant Kaito and Maki >:3
•Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown
I think this might be the only Gonta song on the playlist, whoops?
•Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo
Another for the whole group! I did an animation for a bit of this one as well
•Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Whole group!
•Lay All Your Love On Me by Abba
Everyone talking about Junko lol
•Tricks Up My Sleeve by Trixie & The Illusions
Himiko!
•You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi
I think this is another about Junko
•Mad World by Tears for Fears
Whole group
•Dirty Night Clowns by Chris Garneau
Kokichi I think?
•& by Tally Hall
Just a good remnant song in general lol, for any group of them
•Welcome to the Circus
Kokichi again! I think largely Junko taunting him
•Watermelon by Queen Chimera
Tenko still thinking of Junko lol (when isn’t she)
•E.V.O.L by Marina
Any of the remnant ships, take your pick lol
•Hypnotic by Zella Day
Junko manipulating everyone!
•EVIL by Melanie Martinez
I’m afraid I can’t remember who this was for because more recently I put it on my Akuma playlist for miraculous ladybug (for Vanisher specifically) so now that’s all in an think lol
•Oleander by Mother Mother
Tenko about Junko
•Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence
Remnants in general, it’s a fun fight song
•Gross by Penelope Scott
And Tenko once again!
#and I think that’s all of them!#as of now at least I’m always adding more songs as I find them#danganronpa#ndrv3#v3 remnant au#remnants of despair
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okay okay let's go this - gimme your honest thoughts on headline
Nooooooooo I worked on an answer for like an hour and then tumblr said BLOOP BYE ok
This one suprised me because he fully prepped me with the preshow and tour bus playlists and recs that I thought it would be so heavy on the greatest and ooms and silver tongues kinda sounds? And unfortunately I do like my noise and I do believe he's loves his noise and I do think he wants to move towards noise? So my response was more of a what happened lol maybe I misjudged it maybe he's still kinda careful and easing us into it (tbh I think this) and it's for lt3 or maybe this is just what he's more comfortable with (and a lil this). Not that I think he doesn't love this sound. Or that I don't love this sound. Just didn't anticipate this many softieboppies that's all. Expectations were high and he fking met them don't get me wrong I just didn't expect this ALSO yeah it's crazy he just did it all lol.
Sonically she feels timeless like she belongs in the 60s 70s 80s 90s- projected into the future- projected into AUs- she belongs wherever she goes i don't know how to explain it I don't have the knowledge but she's just a lil bit of every era and never too much she's just out there being the sidecharacter in all of them sorry she's not the main but she's there she's definitely there
T H E TITLE is everything like going for a track called Headline being someone who has been the subject of many shit headlines over the years is just very hot no matter the context or how its used as a metaphor, but then so casually "you used to read me like a headline" that can be taken many ways both positive and negative is just oof chefs kiss.
For the rest of the song lyrically I don't have much to say, there's not many plays on words I can break down over or not that I've noticed yet apart from the links with the rest of the album in the first verse which I'll get to in the end, and the concept isn't relatable to me either so yeah eh shrug on them oop.
He's mentioned he didn't write it, just tweaked it:
I love this for him tho
[Verse 2] You spent your summer workin' for your education // While I was runnin' after dreams that kept us waitin' // You never told me "never" //I guess I never knew we'd have the shortest forever //I thought I could, but I can't forget ya
But then then I wanna talk about the 1st verse:
[Verse 1] Sometimes, I wake up and I hear you through the silence // You let your pride hide all your beauty and your kindness // So fast to judge in error, you thought you knew me better //So quick to kill forever
I like that this verse matches pieces of the rest of the album in terms of keywords: we got hearing you through the silence vs he can still hear the silence in Holding on to Heartache, then Beauty being another song, kindness just throw TPWK in there why not, then so fast to judge and quick, like quick to judge in Bigger Than Me, and then there are a bunch of forever and evers all over. It's like this first verse makes this song belong on this album. To me it actually feels like this is what he tweaked to make it fit on this album. And then that stops and just kinda bops on I guess 🙆🏻♀️
....I feel like this needs a conclusion but its really just
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🎶, 🍆, 🎯
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
I do! I have tons of playlists for different fics, as well as ones that are just instrumentals for when I really need to focus. I have one that is basically just “for sad scenes in the rain”, I have one for the Skyline pigeon fic which does in fact have the song “Skyline Pigeon” in it as well as a bunch of Neighbor Totoro songs, I have a pretty giant one for the Howl AU…etc lololol as for what song I’ve been playing a lot recently…uhhh I have to check actually let’s see:
Ok so for the Howl AU, while I’m working on the epilogue and such, I’ve been listening to “Patience gets us nowhere fast” by Capital Cities, as well as “When can I see you again” by Owl City.
Also just as a general skk song: “No Lullaby” by Siames!
Oh, and less as something for a specific character and more just cause I like the song: “Loving You” by Cannons :D (I know that was more than one song but I like music alskdjfj)
🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what’s your most popular nsfw fic?
…Ok so I have written a singular spicy stuffs, but I posted it on anonymous because a), I know at least some minors follow me and I didn’t want to inadvertently encourage anyone to read content they aren’t ready for (speaking as someone who had too much internet access as a kid and got exposed to certain things way too early), and b), I have an irl friend who may stumble across this account at some point and if they see that fic in particular then I will die a little on the inside.
So I won’t be linking it here, but if any of y’all are adults and want me to link it to you in a DM then I wouldn’t mind, just keep in mind that I am not a particularly adept spiceologist (seriously no clue what I’m doing, that fic is mostly an excuse to mess around and experiment with character stuff in a really low-stakes premise), and also the fic spawned from a “hey wouldn’t it be funny if” thought I had, which then grew a character study around what is still essentially just a goof.
Also of course y’all can probably find it on your own, I don’t think it’d be that hard lol — but if you are a minor please do not talk to me about the fic, I would be extremely uncomfortable.
(I would offer to make a sfw version but unfortunately the nsfw is baked into the stupid premise jskdkdjfhf) (…actually some parts of it are kind of a sillier version of the Skyline Pigeon fic so I guess I am working on a more serious and sfw version of it)
All that said, this (sfw) bit from it still makes me laugh, so here:
🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?
Just about everyone who knew the plot of Howl’s Moving Castle before reading the Howl AU (and even some people who didn’t!) guessed what the twists were going to be before the ~grand reveals~ (although fewer people caught on to the Oda reveal, I think in part cause that one was more based on the HMC book rather than the movie) and I was honestly expecting that going into it lol —
I felt like trying to make it shocking would be less fun than the readers being able to accurately piece everything together for themselves. I loved seeing people commenting “OH MY GOSH THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING” as they went through the chapters, because it meant they were thinking over all the clues! And that they cared about the story enough to do that! And even though most people knew what the “twists” were going to be, they still seemed excited to see how everything was going to pan out, so I had a great time :D
Ah, also, to be more specific cause I just realized I was being vague (spoiler warning lol): just about everyone knew that Chuuya was Starlight, most people guessed Rimbaud was the scarecrow, and I saw a handful of people figure out Oda before that reveal happened, too!
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didn't poast last week so this is a two-week extravaganza post!
con: got roped into DMing dnd
pro: none of these fools have read mdzs so i can steal plots from there. hope the party is ready to be lead on a quest by a disembodied arm!
listening: oh shit SO many things. i will not be linking to all of them.
depeche mode: basically just their top songs on spotify, not any specific album. strong shoutout to 'shake the disease' and 'wrong' (which featured in my secret samol post!)
disturbed: ditto
franz ferdinand: albums 'hits to the head' and 'tonight'. throwbacks
phoenix: 'wolfgang amadeus phoenix' ditto throwback
inxs: 'x' DITTO throwback. doesn't hit the same as when i first listened to em years ago unfortunately
streetlight manifesto: album 'somewhere in the between'
boy and bear: 'harlequin dream'
sammy rae: 'let's throw a party', 'the good life', and their 'everybody wants to rule the world' cover
hozier: 'wasteland baby' and 'unreal unearth'
paramore: album 'this is why'
grizzly bear: 'veckatimiest' and 'painted ruins'
haken: their newest album 'fauna' because i'm thinking about whether or not to go to one of their shows in feb (leaning towards yes right now)
my SO's pinecore playlist
shosty symphony no 5 (<3)
and, finally, a lot of borodin symphony no. 1 in e flat and the last two movements of rimsky-korsakov golden cockerel because that's what the youth orchestra i'm volunteering with is playing right now haha
for podcasts, i've listened to the new counter/weight prequel eps! i'm so charmed to see these characters again. i still haven't finished millenium break holiday special because i lost my spot when a bunch of an episode played without sound by accident so i finally went and scrubbed back to the beginning of the episode (it's the second to last part) so by next week i will FINALLY be out of holiday special zone.
reading:
finished rereading tgcf lol,,,
in loving memory of square checkbox: apparently apple is switching to circle ones? hateful
wikipedia page for kessler syndrome
my friend @celestialtourguide sent me a dm to ask about a few of the characters in this manuscript and i was immediately charmed by it. it's so pretty, i loved the informational blurbs, just really cool stuff. it was already on waybackmachine but i've gone ahead and updated it.
watching:
kurtis conner looksmaxxing. weird little subculture peek.
rewatched sideways' why the music in cats 2019 is worse than you thought because my roommate was interested. this led us to the same channel's why avatar has the most ironic soundtrack of all time because roommate misread ironic as iconic and she really likes that movie. no accounting for taste, but aight. much more interesting than i thought it would be. that video then lead us to tony hinnigan's woodwind demos because hell fuckin yes. big-ass panpipes.
i've been keeping up on dunmeshi anime in little watch sessions with my SO, and also am working through kill la kill with him! i've seen it before but he has not so i'm really enjoying that.
playing:
fallow.
making:
i managed to finish my secret samol gift in time for reveal day!!! comics are fuckin hard dude!!!! i don't know if i'll be doing it again but it was a fun challenge. i decided to use a New App for some reason instead of procreate because procreate has not been hitting right and i wanted comic half tone brushes for this project. app is called sketchbook, it's an orange icon with a pencil on it. shrug! it's fine! i'll probably keep using it for a bit.
started working on an english paper piecing project! soliciting tips for that because right now my method is: cut out hexagon using pattern piece i made to be 1/4 in larger all around than the template, gluestick template onto hexagon, baste edges down neatly, whip-stitch right sides together. remove template once all six sides have something attached. i'm sure there's a better way to streamline this process, i'll have to experiment. this will end up as a dice bag i think.
finally, pottery starts again this week! so next week will have some of that in here
eating:
ah beans i did not do a good job keeping track of this. uh. made the ground pork & cabbage thing again because my roommate got SO much napa cabbage for making kimchi and we had a shitload left over. napa cabbage isn't as good as a more standard cabbage for this imo, standard cabbage tends to be a little sweeter i think once it's cooked in? idk. had some stage 5 mental illness moments last week trying to cook dinner on a very short time scale with lots of other shit to do, following a recipe because fucking of course my roommate wanted me to cook with a recipe that night. anyways.
misc:
like said at the top, somehow i managed to sign up for Another Activity god damn it. so now every saturday evening i run dnd. tl;dr i'm in a group irl that meets biweekly, someone who i give a lift to for that was complaining in the car that their other online group's dm ragequit after his encounter wasn't well-balanced (skill issue) and before thinking about it i just was like oh well i could probably step in if you need! god damn ittttt lol
i have missed dming so it should be fun. i vibe checked them for a session 0 last week and they seem chill and honestly shouldn't be too much work on my end, especially if i yoink plots from mdzs ha ha ha. other than that, all is basically well. i've settled back into a schedule, applied for some summer positions (!), and absolutely hate the amount of busy work in one of my two classes. yippee
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Ok but then you obv have to do Cal, so…
My first impression
honestly i don't really remember my first impression at this point. i played jfo back when it came out, i got it as a christmas gift, and most of what i remember from back then was being annoyed we couldn't choose to join Trilla and thinking i'd be way more invested in Cal if he was a woman. the curse of lesbianism i guess /shrug
My impression now
baby boy. baby. give any Jedi a corruption arc and mental illness and i will be on top of that shit like a fly. i spend way too much time thinking about him. and writing about him. he's kind of murderous and deeply flawed and i love him so much actually
Favorite thing about that character
hmm. his determination, i think. it's definitely a double-edged sword, which is most of what Survivor was about, but even when he's almost completely lost hope he keeps going forward and doesn't let go anyway. that's not exactly always a healthy quality - i've struggled with it before myself and can confirm - but it makes him a really interesting character, and very fun to put into Situations:tm:
Least favorite thing
hm. not sure i have a least favorite thing? characters have flaws, that's what makes them good, and to take them away would be to minimize the character. i could sure have some Least Favorite Fandom Takes, but i won't go into that here, lol. and i think you know those already
Favorite line/scene
oh this is a hard one. probably my favorite bit from him in JFO is when he faces Ninth Sister on Kashyyyk - the evolution from "trash, just approved trash" to "how about a Jedi?" is really good for him starting to come into his own, and let's be real, that whole sequence is very badass. (my favorite scene in JFO doesn't really involve Cal at all, though, honestly.) for survivor.... it's harder. probably the scene where Cal confronts Denvik for the first time on Nova Garon, because it was sooo fun watching him succumb to his rage and be an absolutely cold-hearted bastard when he yanked Denvik's blaster away. also Denvik's a bitch and i was cheering.
Favorite interaction that character has with another
i really love, honestly, his whole interaction with Rayvis on the Shattered Moon when we do that boss fight and kill Rayvis in Survivor - Rayvis has some great lines and is a fascinating character and overall it's a really great way of showcasing Cal's slide down, especially the bit where he talks to BD on the way back from it, asking how he's actually any different from Dagan. really good stuff. i also love....honestly all of his interactions with Cere in JFO
A character that I wish that character would interact with more
the low-hanging fruit is Bode tbh because i just wanted to spend more time with Bode casually, outside big plot events, but honestly? i wanted to see more of him with Cere and especially Cordova in Survivor. i know Cal wasn't really in a great place to be getting mentorship from them, but it would've made Cordova's death hit harder, and i just love Cal and Cere's relationship, so of course i want to see more one-on-one scenes with them.
Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character
....one of my OCs from a different era of star wars, honestly. uhhh, totally different fandom, let's see... okay i wouldn't entirely say reminds me of but when i made the playlist for him and Bode i pulled a bunch of songs off my Revan playlist and my Wei Wuxian playlist, so i think. thematic similarities between both.
A headcanon about that character
i think i've probably talked about all of my headcanons for this man already, especially in my fics, but the low-hanging fruit is that he feels like fire. and the chronic pain headcanons - beyond general joint problems i have him have gone through a really bad accident on Bracca when he was 14, where he saved Prauf's life but in doing so his right ankle was shattered in multiple places and broke the skin. because he couldn't afford to get medical care, he had to splint it and wrap it on his own and then just let it heal, which means his ankle is alllll fucked up. the game, ironically, supports this headcanon, by making one of his idle animations rolling out that ankle. no i did not remember that when i gave him the injury.
A song that reminds of that character
i have an entire long spyscrapper playlist with some great songs on it but here's one of my favorites:
(if you want the playlist link itself, just send me an ask, people-who-aren't-senket, i'm happy to share it!)
An unpopular opinion about that character
hmmm. i don't like merrical and don't think they work well together romantically? that's not really about Cal though, let me see. OH! he was not ready to be knighted when he was in jfo; Cere absolutely shouldn't have done it, and didn't really have the right or authority to do it, and it's harmed him. i also don't think he actually should've gotten a kyber crystal on Ilum - the way it was portrayed in the game, he didn't have to go through an actual trial to get it, he didn't overcome his fear of failure or his survivor's guilt or any of that, he wasn't ready and it shouldn't have happened.
narratively, for the game's story as a video game, i understand why both scenes happened, and i actually like them and i think it's fun to explore the ramifications, especially of the premature knighting, but yeah. that's how i feel
Favorite picture
i like this edit i made a lot because he looks like Anakin and it felt, uh, appropriate hahaha
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As the World Caves In || Putting the Priest Inside the Jam Jar
A/N: This is my first, multi-chaptered piece. It will be a slow burn. The way I wrote it is fragmented because the reader is traumatised, lol. Y'all also probably have a lot (and I mean a lot) of questions, and there are probably a lot of plot holes, but things will unfold in time, I promise. Hopefully, this will be the start of a masterlist for this work, and a bunch of others. Each chapter will have a song associated with it (the title is a link) and, by the end of this, I should have a Sierra Six playlist! I hope y'all like this first chapter; I loved writing it. Please let me know what you think. 🥺 I am down bad in the rabbit hole for this gum-chewing Ken Doll.
Fandom: The Gray Man
Pairing: Courtland Gentry x Gender Neutral!Reader, Sierra Six x Gender Neutral!Reader
Wordcount: 4,498
Type: Multi-Chaptered
Chapter Summary: Our reader is saved by Sierra Six, who is determined to stay an enigma, no matter what. There are more questions than answers, but no one said catching bugs was going to be easy.
Chapter 1: Putting the Priest Inside the Jam Jar
You had no idea how long you'd been tied up -- just that it’d been enough time for you to begin to feel restless, confused, and severely dehydrated. A few days, at the very least. You’d been kidnapped from your apartment in London, just having gotten home. The last thing you remembered was taking off your shoes, in the dark, too exhausted and half-drunk to change into your pyjamas. But you never got the chance. The next thing you knew, you were bound and gagged in someone’s basement. You found out later, through muffled conversation, that you were ransom for your parents. Problem was, your parents didn’t give a shit about you.
In fact, they actively made your life a living hell.
Ricki, your best friend, had told you to be careful, because you’d just moved entire countries, but no one told her about being wary of people inside your apartment. You were going to die here, completely alone. And that was terrifying as shit.
The slam of a door made you jerk up in fear. You let out a few muffled, frustrated screams for help. You hoped whoever it was would and could help you. If it was your captor, or someone equally horrible, you wouldn’t be in a worse position than you were in now, as far as you figured. Yelling and grunting echoed from above, and you soon realised whoever it was, was fighting. Someone had found you. Holy shit, someone was going to save you. You felt tears run down her face, unbidden, and you couldn’t wipe them away. Fuck. A whimper slipped out, hit the wall of your gag, and you slumped back against the basement wall. You didn’t want anyoneto see you like this; you also had no choice.
A heavy thump, silence, then the sound of two quick gunshots: a double-tap, to make sure whoever it was stayed dead.
You threw yourself against the opposite wall, again and again. You needed to make enough noise to be heard, regardless of who it was up there, regardless of the absolute pain you felt doing it. You heard movement, from the stairs leading upwards across the room, and fell still, eyes warily on the locked door. A grunt, the padlock fell to the floor with a clang, and then the door opened. A stranger walked downstairs, dressed in black -- black boots, black pants, black tee… Black eye. You stared at him, eyes wide, tears streaming down your face, back against the wall. His brown hair stuck to his face, and his lip was split and bleeding. You made eye contact, and then he crouched down to your level, still holding your gaze. You couldn’t move, and you weren't sure if you wanted to.
“You okay?” He asked, voice soft. “All things considered.”
You nodded. It’s not like you could do much else.
“I’m going to untie you now.”
You nodded again. He set about untying you, making a conscious effort not to touch you or hurt you, from what you could tell. You sat there in thought, cold and tired, but warmed by his non-hostile presence. His eyes were kind, and somehow like a kicked puppy’s. He was also really, really damn attractive. Maybe it was delirium, or the black outfit, but either way, you couldn’t deny it. You imagined no one could; the man was objectively sexy. And he had just saved your life.
As he untied the ropes, his fingers brushed your skin, and you shivered. He immediately drew back, appraising with those kicked-puppy eyes, and then removed the duct-tape. You didn’t trust yourself to speak just yet, glancing back to your bindings, and he took the hint. He began to work on the ropes again, and you were free. He offered out a hand, kneeling. You took it, staring up at him. You were shell-shocked.
It was probably some sort of fucked up survivor’s syndrome, but you wanted to make him cum right then and there. Instead of getting down on her knees, you felt yourself begin to cry more, thin reactive tears escaping down your cheeks. You opened your mouth to speak, but could only manage a croak of a word as you got to your feet. You were going to faint. Your own voice sounded weird to your ears, after such a long time in silence, but it was surprisingly steady. All things considered.
“Thanks.”
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Your saviour was a hard man to read. You’re also pretty sure you don’t even know his name. Claire -- his niece, though you could tell they weren’t related -- called him Six. And he never corrected her, so you called him the same.
He had asked you if you had anywhere to go. You shook your head no, voice still hoarse from disuse. After saying that one word, you erupted into violent coughs. He held you steady as you shook like a leaf.
“What about your parents?” He had asked, once you were back upstairs, a glass of water in hand (pilfered from the cupboard) and a small dish of fruit that remained untouched (scrounged from the fridge, what little food that was there). A dead body laid not ten feet away from you, two gunshot wounds securely between its eyes.
Like shooting a zombie, you thought distantly. You couldn’t see Six’s gun on his person.
Your captor’s home was very nice, barring the blood on the rug, and the strong scent of smoking gunfire. You had no idea why you were taken for ransom, and, frankly, you didn’t care. The fact that your parents allowed you to stay in that basement for more than an hour told you everything you needed to know. As far as you were concerned, you were an orphan, alone in Italy. You shrugged your shoulders, to tell him that it didn’t matter. You were an adult, after all -- freshly 23 (no one likes you when you’re 23), and wanting to live your own life, separate from their money.
He leaned back in thought at your answer that was a non-answer, then leaned forward again, closer than you expected, looking you in the eyes. God, he wasa kicked puppy. You fought the desire to flinch -- for a moment, having a flashback to your captor, despite the fact that the man in front of you wasn’t threatening you in demeanour or tone -- as he let out a breath. When he spoke, his voice was ever-so-soft, as if he knew what you were feeling. Not a millisecond later, you realised that he did.
“I get it. You’re feeling betrayed. I don’t blame you. You need rest, and somewhere safe to stay.”
You couldn’t escape the corpse in the corner of your eyes. His gaze followed your own.
“I’ll clean up. Promise. I’m guessing you’re alone in Italy?”
Your focus snapped back to him and his inescapably puppy-like eyes. His eyes were a blue-grey, like a stormy sea. You nodded. He let out a sigh, breaking eye contact. Then, out of what seemed like nowhere (but you logically knew it came out of his pants pocket), appeared a silvery stick of gum, which he unwrapped. He paused, noticing your eyes, then offered out the stick, half in its packaging.
“Want one?” He asked.
You shook your head. He shrugged, just slightly, then popped it in his mouth, rising up from the table, as he crumpled up the used wrapper and slipped it into his pocket. “Suit yourself.”
You sat there, following him with bleary eyes as he cleaned his mess. The corpse disappeared, too, and it was as if nothing had ever happened at all. Later, you’d come to understand that for him, it was “just another Thursday,” as he and Claire liked to put it. And, gradually, you began to accept that, even not mind it, because it was the truth.
After he had finished his work, he took you to a hotel. It was clear he didn’t quite trust you yet, but it was also clear you didn’t have anywhere to go. Your parents would soon realise that you’d been saved and scorn you for getting kidnapped in the first place, or they’d think you died. Regardless, they’d freeze everything. You effectively had no apartment, no money, and no place to call home. They were very hands-off “parents” -- that was the whole reason you were in London. They hoped you’d eventually make your own life there, and then they’d cut you off. It made you wonder why they didn’t just put you up for adoption. In any case, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t go back to that apartment, but you would use whatever money you could. That is, you’d withdraw everything possible.
You came away with a few hundred and five thousand dollars off the card, and another two hundred thousand from the joint bank accounts, skimmed off the top. They wouldn’t miss either sum. You’d wanted to use some of it to return the favour to your knight in black armour. When you tried, however, he refused it for himself, but did take a small (to you) amount for Claire. And that was how you found out she existed, how you met her, and how you put a name to his face.
Now, a week later, you were curled up, hands around your knees on the bed, in the hotel room he had arranged with your money. They hadn’t been staying there until you came along with a handy alibi -- with you, they could pretend the three of you were a family: husband, wife, and daughter. It helped that you resembled Claire. It didn’t seem weird to Six, though he didn’t indulge in it at all (much to your disappointment): not in public, not behind closed doors. Six was in the shower, and Claire was asleep on the small couch across the room. She looked so peaceful, whereas your thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.
She woke up. Goddamnit, based on her reaction, she could tell you had been and were staring at her.
“What?” She asked bluntly, still half-asleep.
“Nothing,” you replied.
“Where’s Six?”
“In the shower.”
Both of you fell silent. Truth be told, you hadn’t spoken to Claire often yet. It had only been a week. Claire spoke up again.
“Six gave me vinyls. Was that you?”
So that was what he had spent his saviour-stipend on. But you didn’t mind. You wanted to get to know Claire better. And if that took Six spending money that you didn’t really need or exactly want, that was fine with you.
“Do you like them?” You asked.
Claire nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Thanks. Six told me how he found you. Were you really down there for an entire month?”
“I don’t know how long I was in that basement for.”
“I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, it’s… it’s fine. I feel weird about-- sticking around with you two, when you clearly already have things figured out.” You replied. “I’m assuming you know about--”
“It’s-- it’s just another Thursday.” Claire cut you off, bristling in discomfort. She knew what Six did for a living -- what he had to do for a living. She remembered the note he wrote her, to play Silver Bird, and play it loud over the gunshots as he headed her way. How she had covered her ears and focused on the music. She didn’t like thinking about the events that led to that bittersweet, terrifying moment. Didn’t like thinking about her uncle Don, or the fact that he was dead.
“Right.” You replied, falling silent. The two of you had come to a mutual agreement.
“I’m glad-- that he saved you. And not just because of the vinyls.” Claire murmured after a moment, voice quiet. And with that, she, presumably, went back to sleep.
You heard the sound of the shower shutting off. A few minutes later, Six stepped out, hair wet, wearing black pants and a wrinkled white shirt. His attention was immediately on Claire. It was as if you didn’t exist. Watching him watch her warmed your heart. He was her protector, and yours, too, but it was obvious he’d do anything for her. All of his snark and dry demeanour melted away, all because of her... Part of you wished it would be because of you, too. Instead, you spoke up, this time to Six.
“She likes the vinyls.”
“She told me.” He replied. “Gave me a hug. Which I guess belongs to you.” He turned around to face you, eyes lighting up in a muted realisation. “I never thanked you for the room.” He said.
“I hardly think it’s worth thanking me for when you saved my life,” you quipped.
“That’s fair enough.”
Just before Six turned away, you caught the smallest of smiles on his face.
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“Why Bubblicious Watermelon Wave?” You asked, amused, seeing the bulk package of gum hidden away in a new hotel’s room closet, this time in France. It peeked out behind shirts and pants, jackets, white tees, hung suits, and a red blazer paired with red pants. His side of the closet. You wondered what he would look like in a tux.
“There is no other kind.”
You rolled your eyes at Six’s quip, muffled behind chewing gum. He, for his part, sounded slightly as if you had ruffled his feathers. Apparently, the quip made him remember… something. You decided not to press. Your gaze drifted over to your side of the closet. It was sparse and minimalist in comparison: a few dresses, two sweaters, a pair of pants, a graphic tee to go with it, and pyjamas -- all brand-new, because, again, you couldn’t go back to London. All three of you had duffel bags; it came with the territory of having to keep moving. You didn’t mind. Not like you slept much. Or like Six slept much, for that matter -- too many painful thoughts and unanswered questions. You shut the closet door, but not before sneaking a few sticks of gum into your pocket for later. Not for yourself, no. For Six.
Okay, maybe one for yourself. One for yourself, the rest for him. You had read somewhere that gum stimulates the brain towards focus. No wonder Six is always chewing gum, you thought. You knew he was an intelligent man; he had to be, given what you knew about him already. You also knew he knew a lot more (and thought a lot more, and felt a lot more) than he let on. One of those things was that you were kept awake by paranoia and nightmares. Your leverage was that you knew he was kept awake by his own vigilance and desire to protect. It became a running joke between you two, keeping each other company through your mutual silence.
That night, the silence wasn’t broken. But you came to an understanding.
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You sat out on the balcony, unable to sleep. Again. You knew it was dangerous, being out in the open, alone, but you didn’t care. You were wondering why Six and Claire kept you around -- you knew you were a liability, so there had to be a reason. You were wondering about Ricki, and how Six found you in the first place, though, in hindsight, finding you would be easy for someone like him. Finding anyone would be easy for someone like him. Finding someone like him, though? He was terrifyingly proficient at what he did, but had a moral compass; there was gentleness under his glib demeanour, you could feel it.
The gentle opening of the balcony door stirred you from your thoughts. You jumped out of your skin.
You heard Six chuckle in amusement: a ghost of a laugh, just like he was a ghost of man. He sat beside you, but kept his eyes on the night sky -- you took no offence, it was par for the course for you both -- and you did the same. It wasn’t awkward. Neither of you were much for words.
Because of that, it was doubly surprising when he reached over a hand, just to place it over your own. You froze, but he didn’t remove his, only gently intertwined your fingers together, as if to reassure you. And it worked. You gradually, steadily relaxed. These were the hands of a trained killer, but you relaxed.
There were so many things you wanted to say to him in that moment, but it didn’t feel right. You were sure he knew your thoughts, anyway. So, you merely held on, as if for dear life. You didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. When you stole a glance his way, he wasn’t looking at the sky; he was looking down at your hands, puppy eyes glistening.
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It was inevitable: you had to go out for supplies. You didn’t mind it much, except for the fact that the three of you were constantly on the run. Six had explained the situation to you in bits and pieces over breakfast, and only what you absolutely needed to know. He and Claire were on the run from the CIA, after Lloyd Hansen took the fall for everything he and Claire had been through; he spared you the grisly details. His explanation made you feel even more like a liability, but he explained, through thin lips and a grim demeanour, that they’d be looking for a pair, not three people. You had asked him if you could contact Ricki, but he said it was too much of a risk. It pained you that you couldn’t let Ricki know you were alive, but it was best to let her think you were missing for now, Six said. He explained that if you called, even from a burner phone, they could track you through her and your parents, given she’d made her number known through your ‘Missing Person’ posters. Ricki had written a small description about how she’d dropped you home, and that you hadn’t responded to anything, which was unlike you. That was how he knew you were in trouble.
You realised that you were simply a detour: Six and Claire were just saving people while on the run across the world.
You’d like to say you didn’t care, but it did sting your ego a little bit that the reason he kept you with them was the fact that you were an asset. You were a person. Sure, you may have been a trust fund bitch, but you were a person. Six, thankfully, was polite enough to offer to contact Ricki on your behalf, on a secure line. But he wouldn’t let you speak to her yourself. Word of mouth travelled fast, after all. That much was clear by the bustling café you sat in, across from Claire. You understood, but that didn’t mean you had to like it.
Claire was scanning the people in the café, a small toy-looking camera in her hands. It made you wary, because if Claire was watching others, it probably meant others were watching you. But Six seemed to take it in stride and as a given. As Claire began taking polaroid pictures of the people around you, laying the pictures on the café table, you felt yourself grow uneasy. Six casually began inspecting them, noticing your apprehension.
“We should go. Now.” He commanded, already getting to his feet, taking up the photos, and positioning himself in front of you and Claire, you noticed.
So your intuition was right. When he took you by the hand, you felt yourself begin to panic. You felt claustrophobic, and the world was caving in. You swallowed nothing, and tore your hand away, pushing yourself past Six and leaving him behind with Claire. You had to get away. You couldn’t be the reason either of them got hurt. His eyes went wide, and he yelled your name, but his voice fell into the rush and accented noise of the crowd around you as you ran. You knew he’d be running after you, Claire in tow, but you couldn’t turn around. You had to find somewhere you could calm down, which happened to be a concrete bench in a courtyard a few yards away. You held onto it, keeping your eyes on the ground, trying to come back to yourself, trying to focus on a distant sound of burbling water.
Of course, Six caught up to you. You saw Claire out of the corner of your eye, hovering close like a ghost, blatant worry in her eyes. A sudden, paralysing thought struck -- someone is going to steal her, too -- and Six took the opportunity to pull you in along with him, fingers gripped around your wrists as he guided you away from the bench. A panicking deer in headlights, you looked up to see where you were going, Claire in wait. But he stopped, halfway between bench and fountain, turning to face you. Following his lead, you stopped, too. His stormy blue-grey eyes were on yours, and he spoke softly -- a cool, calming tone that you’d never heard from him before. He was almost whispering.
“Hey, hey, hey, love. You’re safe, promise.”
“I-- I panicked, I’m sorry. I thought--” You stammered in reply, in shame, taking in a slow breath. “Too many people,” you lied, knowing whoever may have been following you would hear, knowing he would know the truth. On some level, you were aware you were still spiralling. But you felt calmer with Six there. He was a walking secret, and so, of course, it followed that he was intimately acquainted with everything true. He had to be; he had called you love.
“I know. Look at me,” he said. And you did. And you couldn’t look away. His fingers fell from your wrists, and then one hand appeared around your waist, holding you securely. The other cupped your jaw in his palm; his skin was calloused and scarred from old wounds. From fighting. You promised yourself at that moment that you’d never let him get hurt ever again, even though you knew you had no control over keeping it. He seemed to lean in then, tilting his head, perhaps seeing the thanks and promise in your eyes -- and he kissed you.
His breath was warm, and his lips were soft, and his beard tickled against your skin. It was a strange sensation, but you didn’t mind it. He tasted like watermelon. Like sugar. He tasted so sweet. Your widened eyes fluttered closed, and you melted, arms tangling themselves around his neck as you kissed him back, but whether it was for the alibi or because you wanted to, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was that you were falling in love, and, now, your heart was buried with him.
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You did get the supplies, in the end. Food, water, ammunition, snacks, more vinyls. But three months later, that kiss lived rent-free in your head. That, and Claire didn’t let either of you live it down. Six, however, acted like the kiss didn’t happen. To top it off, your card and bank accounts had since been frozen -- took them long enough. Lately, anything and everything was making you feel frustrated. Maybe it was being stuck in hotel rooms most of the time, despite Claire’s company, or the fact that you, essentially, no longer existed. No, it wasn’t either of those things.
It was the fact that there was something entirely wrong with what had happened, your panicking aside. Six hadn’t explained why he had rushed the three of you out of the café. He hadn’t told you that nothing was wrong, after all. He had said, “you’re safe.” Which meant, in fact, that you were not safe. It meant that whoever had been following you was a threat -- a threat that Six believed he could take care of.
You didn’t say anything when he came back that night bruised. He was bleeding, too. You saw a gash on his forehead, (one of many, hidden ones, you later found out) and you weren’t sure if he even knew it was there. If he did, it was clear he didn’t much mind it. You merely appraised it, and the dark blood trailing down his left temple. When he finally acknowledged your eye, you raised a brow in question. A ghost of an amused smile appeared on his face.
“Nah, I’m good. You’re not getting an answer.” He replied, letting out a pained sound as he knelt to remove his boots.
You got a very good look of his ass before he straightened back up, but that was information you’d address later. Six was hurt, and hurt like a bitch. Maybe now was time to ask other questions, if he wouldn’t answer unspoken ones.
“Who was it that was following us?” You asked.
“Someone who wanted to use you to get to me.” Six replied. “If they even confirmed your identity. Dead now.”
Your mind started racing, through explanations and reasoning and emotions all at once. Stopped.
“Wait, so, you kissed me--”
“So that if they did, they would focus on you, instead of Claire. If they didn’t, they’d just think you were my panicking partner.”
“I’m bait?!” In spite of yourself, your voice rose in pitch and volume. You hated falling into the trope of emotional bitch, even if it was justified. Claire was asleep.
“Claire has a heart condition.” Six replied, tone deadpan, if not for the slight, buried reproach.
“I know that, thanks,” you replied sarcastically, turning away. “I’ll let you lick your wounds alone, then.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Six chirped. “Glad to see you care.”
Unconsciously, you let out a small, catty growl. You saw a gentle upturn of the lips; he’d heard it. Hadn’t you been through enough, already having been a target for once?
Six strode (stumbled) past you, only to let himself literally fall onto the couch with a groan, closing his eyes in exhaustion.
“Take off your shirt.”
“What?”
You said nothing, just disappeared into the bathroom, mind’s eye already searching for the hydrogen peroxide. When you reappeared in front of him, hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs in hand, he raised a thin, blood-caked brow. It didn’t escape your sight that he hadn’t followed your instructions and removed his shirt, and, to be fair, you could reason why.
“You sure you know how to use those?”
You stood your ground in silence; you didn’t trust yourself to speak. You just wanted him to know you cared. He must’ve seen something in your eyes, because he shifted slightly.
“Alright.” He let out a sigh, and then removed his shirt. As the black fabric peeled off, revealing tanned, honeyed skin, you bit your lip. He had abs. And scars. And tattoos. You took note of the Sisyphus one -- you knew he liked mythology; he and Claire had in-depth discussions about various myths every road trip you’d taken, which you listened to with muted, but vested interest. Again, you wondered why Six kept you around, as you knelt down to dab at his wounds.
“Because I, surprisingly, like your company.”
You’d said that out loud? Shit. He let out a hiss of pain, glancing down as you swiped at his wounds. “‘Lotta blood. Looks like more than it is, really.”
“Shut up and let me focus.”
“What happened to letting me lick my wounds on my own?”
“You’ve basically collapsed onto the couch, I can’t just…” You trailed off, gesturing at his present state to finish your sentence. Leave you here, like this.
Six rolled his eyes. “Yes, you can. All you have to do is give me some puppy mouthwash and a rag; I can take care of myself.”
You blinked at that. “Oddly specific.”
“Because it happened. Stabbed with a pair of surgical scissors. Good thing is, he missed the liver and the kidney.”
“Ah.” You didn’t know what else to say, so you just kept disinfecting his wounds. Eventually, his torso glistened with peroxide, shining with the wonders of modern medicine. The gashes had relatively stopped bleeding, and all that was left to be done was bandage him back to health, which you finished soon enough. As you got to your feet, looking over your handiwork, he opened one stormy, blue-grey eye.
“Mind getting me a blanket?”
“No,” you replied, turning away to find something he could cover up with, hopefully hiding the blush you felt creeping into your skin. “You’re going to sleep on the couch?”
“I’ve slept in worse places.”
“Right…” You tossed the blanket his way, and he nimbly caught it with one hand. You noticed he winced, just slightly. “Sorry, I should’ve just given it to you.” Six didn’t respond, already adjusting the cover and his eyes closed again. You watched the rise and fall of his wounded torso, and let out a small sigh. You continued, feeling awkward. “Hey. I know I’ve been acting like a bitch, and I-- I’m sorry. I’m just… in over my head. Try to get some sleep.”
You let out an exhale, feeling a huge weight slide off your shoulders, turning to leave towards the bedroom. You weren’t sure he heard you. He probably did; he was a light sleeper, as far as you knew. You weren’t sure if you wanted an answer, but he spoke up -- voice gravelly, edging sleep and unconsciousness -- killing your indecision.
“I meant what I said: You’re safe. Promise.”
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2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA
"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.
(lol imagine)
beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.
'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.
this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.
"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”
she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.
"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha
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"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yams! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.
she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than y/n. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.
with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.
bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.
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"hey, it's time for science... " was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yams, telling her that it's time for the next subject.
now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.
"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into in the street and u'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."
'...what?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?
"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"
"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"
"oh, no problem. and sure!! "
'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”
tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.
"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.
(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )
"whatever😒😒"
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"hi yams! hi yams' friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.
"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.
"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.
although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.
"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart- ass tsuki.
"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.
she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.
after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.
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guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️
but im thinkin..
should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..
LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK
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You know the story about a college student, who got very drunk, designed an entire plane in one night? Can you do that with platonic Top Gun?
-（。＾▽＾）anon
OH MY GOD BABES!!!!!!! This is totally perfect, I honestly didn't know this story until now but thank you so much for this idea!!! (lol).
Friday nights were the best kind of nights on base, but even still, you and the rest of the squad wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.
That is, until Hangman and Coyote got the bright idea to haul out the liquor.
"Alright shitheads!" Hangman announced proudly. "Weekend de-stressing commences NOW!"
God it was a mess. After a few hours, you guys had all plowed through most of the stuff, but once Coyote and Fanboy had hauled out some of the family brews, you knew you'd be in for a rough ride in the morning.
"Mickey! This is pure cane sugar alcohol!" you gagged when you had gotten a taste.
Mickey downed a shot like it was water. "Family secret mi bebé," Mickey replied with a shit-eating grin.
It was a whirlwind of shots, empty bottles, weird Spotify playlists and even weirder dancing as you and the gang partied like rockstars, completely oblivious as to what you and the others would wake up to in the morning.......
10:30 am
Saturday Morning
You let out a long, strained groan as your eyes fluttered open the very next morning. Through your blurred vision you could see everyone piled along the floor of the house, red solo cups everywhere, empty bottles littering the table.
Everybody's gonna be hurting when they get up.......
You headed to the kitchen and hauled out a ream of Gatorade, making it available to anybody who would need or want it along with several mugs of steaming black coffee. Eggs, bacon, sausage and anything you could possibly think of, went straight into the pan, the house full of its familiar, greasy scent that you knew would be so good.
"Oh fuck me," Rooster groaned as he hauled himself off the couch.
Bob's long arm and hand pawed the coffee table for his glasses. "I'm gonna have to get some clothes out of the truck later and it's gonna sound like a gunshot," he moaned.
"I don't ever wanna see another drink for as long as I live," Mickey yawned.
"You're telling me," Phoenix said, rubbing her tired eyes. "The fuck did we even do last night?"
"Each other," Hangman chuckled.
Natasha grabbed her sandal from next to her makeshift bed, chucking it straight at Hangman where it landed with a loud *SLAP!!!*. "The fuck was that for?!" he whined.
"Children, behave!" you teased, sticking your head around the corner.
"Seriously," Mickey said. "The fuck did we all do last night?"
No one could remember. You had never seen the gang scared so shitless before.
"There'd better not be a tiger in that bathroom when I go shower," Coyote muttered as he got up to go and run a hot one.
Everybody staggered to the kitchen as Phoenix flipped through the video collection on her phone, giggling a little as she played one where everybody had gotten in the mood for a little throwback to their middle school years. She never thought she'd laugh as hard as she did when she heard a bunch of screechy drunks yelling the words to Lil Jon's "Get Low", squirming at how many noise complaints they probably caused.
Once everybody had a plate full of the greasy food of choice, something on the dining room table caught Rooster's attention, a large roll of blueprint paper that clearly hadn't been there before. When he unrolled it, he was utterly shocked.
"Oh. My. God!!!" he gasped.
"What? What's up?" Mickey asked, finishing off a bite of scrambled egg covered in spicy Thai chili sauce.
Rooster unrolled the paper, revealing before yours and everyone's eyes a perfectly designed airplane, a strange design that oddly enough reminded them of an F-14.
"How fucked up were we last night, that we designed an airplane?" Bob questioned.
"Fucked up to not know if it works," Mickey chuckled.
Payback let out a high pitched squawk, his jaw almost dropping to the floor. "Uh dude!!!" he gasped. "Did we do that?"
"Apparently we did," you told him.
Coyote practically ran from the bathroom at Hangman's beckoning to see what it was everyone was gaping at, his mouth hanging open like a guppy gasping for air.
"You think this thing actually works?" he asked.
"Only one way to find out," Hangman said with a shit eating grin.
Everybody was a little wary and a little skeptical about asking Maverick to test out the design. None of them were sure if it would hold together or even function properly.
"It's worth a shot," you told them.
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oh god you have foolishly provided me a chance to dump the contains of my soul and heart out in the open through throwing all my favorite songs to listen to and think of Muriel at you in this essay i WILL
ok first i know its on his official playlist already BUT i feel a need to emphasize just how much it is ABsoLUTEly HIS song most of any of them: drumroll please::: 👏Wolf👏 by 👏First Aid Kit👏 any muriel simp reading this right now i am pounding you with my brainwaves of intent to go listen to it Right Now and Read those Lyrics and just try to tell me its not literally about him god if could draw id be doing such a cool animatic about it but alas it dies with me anyway WAYWARD WINDS!!! A VOICE THAT SINGS!!!! OF A!! FORGOTTEN!!!! LAND!!!!!!! SEE IT FALL!!!! CHILD OF WAR!!!! OH LEND!!!! A MENDING HAND!!!!!!!!!!! i believe ive made myself clear kbgxkyhfhkvd
https://youtu.be/6PmuuiXgIZE
i dont know if links work on anon but i had to try gjzghfdtomfg our wedding song straight up this is in my language and also like. about a girl but the words are easy to switch around so it fits lol it basically just goes like "you just had to know (to do something? like in a you know how to work me way lmao linguistics hard), that i cant forget you at all/i forgot my mother and father/my sister and my brother but i cant goshdarn forget you" and i dont know i probably cant translate that so it hits right but god its absolutely perfect to me cause like I DIDNT! FORGET HIM!! MC REMEMBERS HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT!!!! EVEN WITH THE CURSE I DONT KNOW LET ME HAVE THIS ITS TOO GD ROMANTIC I CANT BELIEVE HE GOT ME ACTING LIKE THIS AGHGF im sorry for yelling i got excited
NEXT a classic we gotta pepper some hozier on this thing so here goes Nothing Fucks With My Baby cause thats my ultimate serenade for him in my head especially the "if i was born/as a blackthorn tree/id wanna be held by you/felled by you/fuel the pyre of your enemies" part as it perfectly describes my sentiments towards my man: hes my bby i will kill for him👁️👁️
theres Always Forever by Cults, i dont have that much to rant about it i just always think of him when i play it lol theres hozier again It Will Come Back which is on his official playlist too but i play around with perspectives in this one cause i put myself in the "it" position, like. im chasing here bro👀 oh my god i have got to shut up this is entirely tmi
https://youtu.be/mLycEitwJCA
i made a whole post about this one its a whole thing lmao long story short muriel on a murderous revenge quest au MOVING ON
OH i remembered another folky one
https://youtu.be/NrgwIo8GWDI
its SUCH a banger and i love it and it goes like i saw a Wolf a Fox a Rabbit so i just imprinted on it with Muriel Asra and MC respectively cause i dont know i had a phase where i decided mcs spirit animal is a rabbit cause of that scrapped introduction chapter with the labyrinth thing i guess idk im scrambling here ngfsfugc anyway it slaps listen to it and imagine a bangin tavern party and maybe youll calm down /meme
ohh ok we're on a folksy roll thats probably because i just mostly associate old timey sounding songs with arcana in general lmao i mean its like middle ages over there right
https://youtu.be/t9PUlNQOZ8o
this ones in my language again i know annoying but i found a translated version look!!! AND theres a bunch of people correcting the mistakes in the comments too if you were wanting to get deeper into research hkdggjyecb and its white voice style so depending on your taste it might sound silly but yeah this ones got some fitting lines too tying up with Murmur and its so cute and so cheesy and hopeful and sappy and it cheers me up aw
oh my god i wonder if anyone gets this far reading this ever if youre seeing this its probably during a scroll roll slow just enough to make out the letters Hello godspeed you continue on your journey with my blessings cause im noT EVEN DONE YET HAHAHAHAHAA
Motha Motha! Problems! nuff said
https://youtu.be/artn9fErRp8
this ones gonna take explaining gjxgkhpgz but maybe not that much
https://youtu.be/_h9V94b4R2g
i just had a eureka moment one day and so another animatic concept to take to my grave was born lmao but mostly its just playing into Muriels & MCs "nO i cOULd hUrt YoU Go aWaY" + "ayo hold my flower ima kill them real quick" dynamic theyve got heehee like the whole "~Dangerous~ ooh that sounds good ya" bit and also yes im in your house no im not leaving jgdghkfhgd and like i just imagined the song fitting the vibe of the whole murder lucio quest road trip with MC all "yo we Getting this shit DONE dont fuck around w my crew" (The Crew: feral milf & bear with anxiety) AND LIKE i always get to the "party like we all gon die tonight" basedrop part with the whole visual montage of us finding khamgalai and then the graveyard fight and Absolutely Everything Going to Shit and the mood shifting to "well fuck maybe we do not in fact got this" but its good we kick lucio all the way to hell at the end we good💕
https://youtu.be/ZxWiG6UJr0w
MMMMMMM THIS ONEE AWW im literally just scrolling through my endless unsorted playlist to find these gdiyyfgfz this ones just cute it doesnt really relate to anything at all actually when i think about it but its nice so here
https://youtu.be/6FEDrU85FLE
.....nope i got nothing on this one just plop it right in here
oh my god. its over. weve done it. we're free
man i hope those links work. definitely not on mobile lol whatever
Hi! and oh, WOW, this was one of the most delightfully wild essays I've ever read for Muriel and I loved it. Especially describing the dynamic on the trip south as "feral milf & bear with anxiety" XD
I've found that links don't work in asks, even with the media option turned on, so I'll include them below. Thanks for your suggestions, anon, I'll put them on the tag! ^.^
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hiiii can i get 5, 10, 11, 16, 17, 19, 25 for the fic writer asks :>
HOHOHOOHO thamk you for asking sorry it took me a hot minute to get back on my laptop:
5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?
LOL i love how everyone has asked me this do i come off as so bitter? i sure do lol. anyway another peeve of mine is really naff ~foriegn language~ bits esp. as like. rubbish sexy talk. people making a character go oooh ma petite chou-fleur in the heat of the moment shfgdjshds fuck off
10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?
this is a tough one! when i go hunting for fics i normally start w my Fave Character Tags (... treavor pendleton, george hodgson ao3 pages saved to my phone bookmarks smhhhh). probably dishonored fic is my fave to read actually? bc people do so much fun stuff with The World :^)
11. How do you come up with your fic titles?
normally they come from a spoken line in the text of the fic! or sometimes a bit of description... or something from the canon. like the working title for a different kind of man was "stained glass". the fics in the takes two to quarrel series were all named for lines in the fics, except for imperfect life which i lifted directly from canon text (and the series was named for a line in imperfect life)
nlwib's name comes from that one line of wallace's in game thats like - "I must prepare the mourning garments. His lordship has never looked well in black.". i often think that if i was gonna do a cleanup re-write i would just call it in black, but i did start posting it nearly eleven years ago and my Style has evolved since then lol
16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?
HFJSDKFHKS SEE MYSTERY MAN PART 2 in which I accidentally uncovered the history of one of the rl officers of the franklin expedition and have since seen real life Scholars talk abt things that were literally lost to history until i connected a bunch of dots on accident while trying to find out what early 19thc. eton was like. for a fanned fiction. me @ franklin scholars: get on my level wankers lol
17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?
TOO OBSESSIVELY and it never ends well. i am trying to hold back on this bc. drac your fics are too niche your majesty they'll kill your self-esteem your majesty. never 4 get that the only comment i got on nlwib chapter 15 was "shame it wasnt gay" :/
19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?
i don't really Edit edit? things come and go as i write, then i'll get a version i like and probably give it a once-over in the ao3 preview to look for typos.
25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.
i don't really listen to music while i'm writing bc i get too distracted! either by lyrics or A Good Bit in instrumental music lol. but sometimes I'll play a single song on repeat through the entire thing like a deranged animal. i think the last nlwib chapter was written to Paris 1919 by John Cale on repeat for abt 40 hours lmao
this is the questions btw
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Hi!!! Your hcs are relaxing, could you ask for some of hange ofc about her normal daily life? Like... I once saw one about it being very canon that she would have an ipad with something like 10000 games.
Hello! Sorry I'm answering late to this, had a busy week.
Sooo I suppose this is about modern Hange's daily life! I haven't really thought of modern AU in general but this sounds fun, especially because now that you mention she would have loads of games on her iPad I have to mention the ONE headcanon I read about a while ago, that has stuck with me forever. That one headcanon is the absolute truth to me. I'm so sad I can't credit it properly because I don't remember who posted it, but that genius of a fellow Tumblr user pointed out Hange would have this song set as default tone for her mobile. And honestly, I can't unsee this lol
Anyway, this one wasn't mine, so have some of my own:
(using she/her pronouns since the ask uses these)
- Her laptop's desktop is a mess. She "loses" folders or documents once or twice a week. "Leviii I swear I did nothing! Nothing at all! They just keep disappearing, I didn't even click on anything"
- She goes to bed at ungodly hours, but despite the lack of sleep she does not have even the slightest hint of eyebags. Lucky one.
- Yes, iPad with 1000 games but only uses two or three. She still plays Fruit Ninja. One of her favorites is Among Us, especially when she gets impostor. She does get caught most of the times though, because she's too impatient and ends up being uhm not-so-stealthy.
- Oh and she definitely plays Pokemon Go. Opens it once a year really, but she never ever got rid of the app on her phone.
- Sings in the shower. She's definitely not a good singer, yells too much and is constantly out of tune.
- Do not ever look at her YouTube playlist. Most random videos on that. You can find silly songs such as Narwhal, Dewgong and Capibara, and then a bunch of random science videos. Has watched videos about how Romans pooped and Roman baths like a hundred times. Her favorite YouTube thing is still the llama Carl though.
- Has a lot of plants in the house but they're all dead or about to die. She has a little plant that somehow has managed to survive and sticks with her. She talks to the plant as if it was a pet.
- She will never admit it to Levi, but when she does not want to do the dishes, she eats straight out of the pan.
- Wouldn't be bad at cooking, but lacks the patience for elaborate dishes. Ends up cooking very quick things and eats a lot of pasta with different sauces because that's quick. She also has it al dente, not because she knows that's how it should be done, but because it's quicker.
- Can't stand when it's hot in summer and strolls around the house with just her panties on. The neighbors on the opposite building have seen her naked through the windows more than once. She just does not bother to pull the curtains.
- Sleeps on her back most of the times and snores a lot.
- Her natural time to wake up in the morning is around 11 am. Before that, she can wake up but feels extremely groggy.
- Owns plushies. But not teddy bears and common stuff. She has an axolotl plushie, a kiwi bird plushie, a dodo and a platypus.
- She has this thing to go the beach or the pool. She loves it.
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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter twelve
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January 15th, 2019
Your trip home for the holidays was uneventful. Cousins and aunts and uncles came to your parents’ house and you enjoyed sitting by the fire sipping red wine for a whole four days before you wound up back in New York.
Some country air always did you good, but the excitement of returning to your final semester at NYU, your first semester actually getting paid to write a TV show, and the excitement about your night with Jason before the winter break had you smiling like an idiot on the tarmac at JFK.
You were only back for a few days before you ended up at Max’s fancy apartment, Sophie and Naomi with you on the floor as Max scrolled through Netflix.
“Any word from Professor Daddy yet?”
“That’s the world’s worst nickname ever,” you looked up at Sophie. “But no.”
“Nothing?” Max asked, a pout on his face.
“Well, I haven’t had a reason to see him.”
“Good sex isn’t a reason?” Sophie’s head tilted.
You’d wondered, a few times, what would happen if you texted him and asked him to hang out. Grab dinner or a drink or something else that two people who were casually hooking up or hanging out might do. Each time you typed a text you deleted it, clicking your phone shut and coming to the conclusion that you didn’t want to push it.
“I don’t know,” you laughed. “I’ve thought about texting him.”
Naomi smiled and looked up from her phone. “And what might you say?”
“Wanna come over and fuck me?” Max giggled.
“Come eat me out,” Sophie purred. “That’s what I’d text him.”
“We know,” Naomi rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think you need an excuse,” Max said. “You can just say hi.”
The glass of wine you’d already had made it sound like a better idea than it was. You picked up your phone and Max bounced excitedly.
“I’m just picking it up,” you giggled.
“When was the last time you saw him?” Naomi asked. “That party at his place?”
“Yeah,” you smiled.
“Whoa--what’s the smile about?” Sophie leaned forward. “Did you hook up?”
It grew now, from ear to ear when you hid your face. “No.”
“Wow,” Max made a face. “Such great acting.”
Naomi looked at you with wide eyes. “What did you do?”
“I slept over.”
“What?” Sophie shrieked, standing up when her mouth hung open. “After his party? You slept there?! In his bed?!”
“Yes,” you confessed, still laughing when Max shook his head and smirked.
“You’ve got it bad,” he said.
“No I don’t,” you defended.
“You think it’s just sex?” Naomi asked.
“I don’t know,” you looked at her, suddenly freaked out. “I try to ignore those thoughts.”
“Why?” She asked seriously.
“Cause now it’s our last semester and--I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up just to have it fizzle after we graduate.”
They all nodded sympathetically at this, but then you smiled.
“Should I text him?”
“Duh!” Sophie shouted.
So you opened your phone and stared at the thread. Another swig of wine for confidence before you pressed send.
Y/N L/N (8:03pm): Got any good movie recs?
Sure, something you borrowed from Jennie ironically. Only a few minutes before a reply.
Jason Sudeikis (8:09pm): Depends what you’re in the mood for.
Y/N L/N (8:11pm): I’m with Sophie, Max, and Naomi so something that will magically please all of us!
Y/N L/N (8:11pm): If that’s possible haha
Jason Sudeikis (8:12pm): They seem like a picky bunch lol
Y/N L/N (8:13pm): We’ll probably just settle on a rom com
Jason Sudeikis (8:13pm): Can’t go wrong with that
Jason Sudeikis (8:13pm): How was your trip home?
Y/N L/N (8:15pm): Good! Short and sweet, glad to be back though!
Y/N L/N (8:15pm): How was your Christmas?
Jason Sudeikis (8:19pm): It was nice, saw some family, nothing crazy.
Naomi smirked when the conversation took a turn for the personal, the only one ballsy enough to ask the question that everyone was wondering.
“Y/N--do you, like, have feelings for him?”
You blinked a few times, your lips were parted but you knew that saying no would make them roll their eyes and disregard your answer. Instead, you shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Sophie asked, her tone more curious than judgmental.
“Hooking up with him is fun,” you nodded. “And I feel like now sometimes we hang out afterwards so it’s not just, like--”
“Fucking?” Max smiled.
“Yeah, that.” They were quiet for a minute, smiling and nodding and looking at each other until you decided you didn’t like the way they were smirking. “What?”
Max stood and went to find the bottle of wine. “We knew this was going to happen.”
“That what would happen?”
“That you’d end up into him or something. I mean--feelings are what happen once you sleep over.”
“No, no, no,” you disagreed with Max. “I don’t know if it’ll ever be anything more than a fun fling which is fine by me.”
“A memorable grad school experience,” Naomi shrugged.
“Exactly.”
Sophie was on the couch now, her knees pulled to her chest when she reached into a bag of candy. “You wouldn’t date him?”
“Maybe,” you said honestly. “But that’s definitely against the rules.”
“Rules, ha!” Max laughed. “Says the girl who slept over her professor’s house.”
“I didn’t plan on that,” you defended. “I didn’t plan on any of this.”
More vulnerable now when Naomi smiled at you. “It’s okay if you like him.”
“Is it?” You asked her, subtly referencing your two idiot friends who would probably shout it from the rooftop if you admitted it.
“Liking him and doing something about it are two different things,” Naomi shrugged.
You sat there for a second, stared at the texts from him on your phone. There was no denying it at this point. Sophie wasn’t sitting around texting her advisor and Max wasn’t hooking up with his. Naomi was too smart to ever wind up in a situation like this.
Lines had been crossed and sleeping with him had you itching to do it again sometime soon. The only question, now, was if you were stupid enough to keep going.
Some days you woke up and wanted to. Some mornings you had a pep in your step as you walked through midtown and drank an expensive coffee that you couldn’t really afford.
Other days you wondered if it would be better to ignore his texts, ghost him altogether outside of the work context to avoid what felt like a runaway train.
It was risky enough to be sleeping with your professor and it was even riskier to start thinking along the lines of what if. You hadn’t meant to fall so far down the rabbit hole that you couldn’t even see the sky anymore, but when you texted him that night up until you fell asleep, you knew you were pretty far gone.
January 17th, 2019
The same conference room in the same building in Midtown. Water bottles on the table and snacks in the corner, you smiled at the others when you walked in after the holidays. Two and a half weeks since you’d seen him. Not as bad as last summer but just as unknown.
You were sure this time it wouldn’t take as long for either of you to find your rhythm, especially seeing as before Christmas you woke up in his bed and slid into a booth across from him at a diner down the street.
No conversation about what it meant or why it was happening, just hash browns and coffee and a platonic goodbye when you stood on his front step.
Now he glanced up when you walked into the room, a baseball hat on his head for your first day back. He was always dressed down to write, never as formal as his button-down white shirts and ties that seemed to be his campus uniform.
You greeted Dan and Jennie before Javier threw a toy-sized basketball in your direction.
“Y/N--fix our issue. If Shawn cheats on Natalie, who would it be with?”
“Oh with Claire, one-hundred-percent,” you shrugged. “They’ve already got chemistry.”
“Thank you,” Jason pointed at you. “Thank you for making it obvious that Javier is crazy for thinking it would be with Gretchen.”
You tossed the basketball into the tiny plastic hoop that someone had put on the door, an easy shot. You crinkled your nose. “Gretchen and Shawn would never have sex.”
“I agree,” Jason said, looking at Javier.
“Man, you’d agree with anything she said right now,” Javier laughed.
Jason tensed at that, sat up. “No I wouldn’t.”
“You just want to prove me wrong,” Javier reached over and slapped Jason’s knee. You watched him exhale, almost like he’d been holding his breath.
He looked at you briefly, close call.
The day was mostly one of ideas, more post-its and spitballing back and forth. Finally, at 5pm, everyone decided they didn’t have a late night in them when Dan got a phone call.
You scribbled down one last idea that you wanted to let marinate overnight, tucked your notebook in your bag and replaced the cap on your water bottle.
Jason looked up at you but kept his voice quiet, the others still packed up. “Hey, Y/N, do you have a second?”
Jennie smiled but waved, left you alone with him in the conference room once Javier and Dan put on their coats. Their laughter was audible down the hall until the elevator doors shut.
“What’s up?” You asked, noticeably less nervous than when he’d said things like this before. A level of comfort, almost, when he smiled.
“I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Charlie again and they finalized your contract. He said it should be in your inbox soon, but, just a heads up.”
“Thanks,” you smiled. “I appreciate you going to bat for me.”
He shrugged. “I mean, I can’t guarantee you’ll get rich off of this, but, hopefully it’s a good first gig.”
You smiled at his joke, adjusted your bag on your shoulder.
“Are you heading home?”
He smiled up at you, waited a second before he asked: “are you asking because you want to come with me?”
You smirked a little, tried your best to play it cool. “I was just curious.”
“I was, yeah,” he nodded, stood to pack his laptop into his bag. “After a pleasant ride on the subway.”
“Well I’m also heading home,” you nodded. “Might even be taking the same train.”
He smiled, walked with you out into the night and then down below street level to catch the subway. A crowded train, commuters and a whole variety of passengers as your knee bumped into his and the train rounded a corner.
You turned to see him when your stop was next. He smirked a little. “We need to have a meeting soon.”
“A meeting?”
“An advisor/advisee meeting,” he clarified. “Degree audit, go over final semester stuff.”
“I didn’t know if that was code for something,” you said quietly with a raise of your eyebrows, met his eyes for a second when you leaned closer.
He laughed, reached his hand forward to find yours. He held onto it for a second but then laughed and let it go. You hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.
When he brought his eyes up to yours, he shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d ever be able to turn that type of meeting down.”
You laughed a little, the train screeched and stopped and you stood. He stayed seated, kept your gaze.
“That’s very good to know.”
“I’ll see you on Wednesday?”
You nodded, took a page from his book when the doors slid open. “You will.”
January 28th, 2019
The Winter Showcase was a glorified student exhibit that the Kanbar Institute of Film put on every spring semester.
Students submitted their films or shorts or documentaries, a screening was held, they served wine and had poorly executed cheese boards. It was a good excuse to dress up and drink free Cabernet and mingle with other students or faculty in the department.
It also happened to fall on the evening of Max’s birthday, which he complained about until he had a glass in hand.
“I guess this isn’t the world’s worst pre-game,” he looked around the room, surprised by the attendance numbers.
“Jesus, who are all these people?” Sophie made a face. “I thought it was going to be dead.”
“You wanted it to be boring?” Naomi asked.
“Then we would have gone to a bar sooner,” she admitted, a sideways glance at you when your eyes fell on Jason in the corner.
He stood next to Marina and sipped from a small plastic glass. Sophie nudged you but you ignored it when Max waded further into the crowd.
You got drinks, took sips and hovered on the outside: who should we talk to, where should we stand? The screenings had been fine, didn’t feel crowded in the theater like it did in the atrium space of the fancy lecture hall for the obligatory mingling post films.
They were distracted enough to not notice when he saw you. He smiled a little, nodded in your direction when Marina noticed, let’s go say hi.
So they came and joined your group, let their plastic cups clink against yours when Sophie informed: “Max is finally thirty!”
“Don’t rub it in,” he glanced at her sideways, rolled his eyes when both Marina and Jason smiled at the news.
“Today’s his birthday,” you looked up at Jason and filled in some of the blanks. “But he’s having a hard time with that.”
He let out a dramatic sigh. “I would, admittedly, be having less hard of a time if we didn’t have to be on campus right now.”
“Yeah, this is the worst place to celebrate your thirtieth birthday,” Marina looked around the atrium, grimaced a little when she met your eyes. She was around Jason’s age—you think you’d heard him mention that.
She was bold and funny and a diehard feminist. She’d famously encouraged a guy in your documentary class first year to make a film on tampons. Now, she crossed her arms and smiled at Max.
“What does the rest of the night entail then, for the big three-oh?”
“Not O’Halloran’s,” Max held up a finger, a threatening glance in your direction.
“Why are you looking at me when you say that?” You laughed.
“You love that place,” he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah—on a Tuesday night,” you shot back.
You wouldn’t dare expect Max to spend his birthday at O’Halloran’s. This time, when the group chat attempted to solidify plans, Max’s requests were simple: Pineapple Club, brunch on Saturday with his other friends that were coming into town.
You turned to Jason and Marina to let them in on your plans. “Pineapple Club tonight, after this--obviously not O’Halloran’s.”
“Obviously,” Marina smiled at Max.
“Pineapple Club is one of my favorite spots,” Jason nodded, letting Max in or something you already knew. “Great atmosphere--great gin and tonic.”
“You guys should totally come,” Max smiled, a palm towards the sky when your eyes darted over to Jason’s. “And Will and Jesse wherever they are,” he looked around the room for your other professors, they had to be here somewhere.
“Jesse’s birthday was yesterday,” Marina looked around the room. “And we actually were going to go grab a drink after this,” she admitted when she looked up at Jason.
His lips fought the smile on his face, the confession that their plans this evening aligned with yours sent a wave of excitement through Max and Sophie. Naomi, on the other hand, smiled in your direction when you bit your tongue.
“Oh my god, you have to come to Pineapple Club,” Sophie looked at them.
“You don’t have to come to Pineapple Club,” you gave them an out.
Sophie smacked you on the arm. “They can come out if they want to.”
You looked at Marina, offered an apologetic smile as if to tell her no, you don’t have to listen to my friend.
“One drink wouldn’t kill us,” she shrugged, glanced toward Jason for his input. “Might help keep us young, honestly.”
He nodded, which is how you ended up on a velvet couch in Pineapple Club with him on the other side of a glass coffee table.
Max sipped his second cocktail of the night, laughed when Will and Sophie made jokes about his age. He thrived being the center of attention, Sophie was drunk enough to get wrapped up in the commotion of the night and the dim lighting, and Naomi was invested in a conversation with Marina and a classmate Max had invited.
You sipped your vodka soda through a tiny straw, met his eyes when you both realized the same thing: now was your chance.
You glanced around the group, made sure no one would notice when you stood and headed for the hallway off to the left between chairs and thick curtains.
You brought your drink with you, rounded the corner and waited a few seconds until he appeared, a smirk on his face when he approached.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hi,” you said, “I’m sorry you guys got corralled into this.”
“What?” He laughed. “I didn’t know a night with me was so tortuous for you.”
“Oh come on, you think it’s normal that Max made you guys come?”
“What do you mean?”
You shrugged, didn’t want to say more and risk exposing the truth: they know, he knows, oops.
“I think the least normal part is that I plan on getting you into my bed tonight but I don’t know how to be smooth about it,” he admitted, a little bit of a smile when you looked back over your shoulder.
“Your bed?” You let your eyes get wide when you giggled. “In Brooklyn?”
“I guess yours is only a few blocks from here,” he relented.
“Hey,” Marina rounded the corner, scanning for the bathroom when her eyes settled on the two of you. Jason took a step back, smiled at her when you turned around to find her.
“Hey,” you said.
“I thought the bathroom was back here,” she looked further down the dark hallway.
“Behind him,” you pointed, his shoulder was blocking the silhouette on the door.
She met Jason’s eyes for a second, smiled but then dipped inside when he turned back to see you.
“Text me your address,” he said quietly. “If you want to.”
You smiled at his hesitance, always careful to make sure you were okay with all of this. He never wanted to push and never wanted to make you uncomfortable.
You opened your phone, typed it quickly in a message to him and pressed send. Marina came out and walked back to the group with the two of you in tow. Another round of drinks before Max decided to dance in the middle of the room and that’s when Sophie--of all people--decided it was time to go home.
Naomi and Marina caught the same train, Will and Jesse climbed into an uber when Jason pretended to wait for one. Apparently, the tables had turned.
Sophie rolled her eyes when Max gave you a hug, their car pulled up to the curb.
“Alright, go home and drink some water,” you told Max. Jason stifled a laugh from a few feet behind you. Luckily neither of them had teased you too much tonight--they didn’t seem to notice that now you and Jason would be the only two left on the sidewalk outside Pineapple Club.
“I’m thirty, I don’t need water,” Max dismissed.
“Usually means you need more water,” Jason reminded.
“Oh whatever,” he waved his hand again once he let go of you.
“Let me know when you’re home,” you said to Sophie, a quick hug when she tried to push Max further into the car. He was already greeting the driver, too friendly for his own good after the fourth cocktail.
“Ditto,” she said, “unless you’re--” she waved a hand over at Jason, a quick smile when she caught herself. “Going elsewhere.”
“Goodnight,” you said quickly, waving to them when she finally pulled the door shut. You turned, a knot in your stomach when you looked up at Jason.
His eyebrows were arched but he didn’t look angry. A beat on top of the gum-stained cement before he broke: “So how much does she know?”
“About what?”
Unimpressed, he had to choke back a laugh. “You expect me to think that you didn’t tell Sophie anything? I’ve seen the way the two of you text during class like you’re passing notes.”
He fell into step beside you when you took off for your neighborhood, two blocks down, one left.
“I didn’t tell her everything.”
“How worried about my job do I need to be?”
“Not worried,” you shook your head quickly. “They’ll be quiet.”
“They?!” He laughed, “as in plural?” Now you laughed. He shook his head when he smiled down at you. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N!”
You reached for his arm, laughed when he shook his head in doubt. “It’s fine,” you reassured, your hand trailed down to his, fingers laced automatically. “They know that we’re…hooking up.”
“Hooking up,” he nodded, like he agreed that this was a good label. “And what do they think about that?”
“They actually love it,” you nodded.
“Even Naomi?”
“Even Naomi.”
He was surprised now, it was clear on his face when you giggled. “Shocking,” you admitted.
“Shocking that they’re into it,” he clarified. “Not shocking in the slightest that you spilled the beans.”
He kept your hand in his, laughed like there wasn’t an invisible barrier between you made up of diplomas and assignments and the placard on his door that had gold lettering: Dr. Sudeikis.
He turned left onto your street, teased you when you rummaged through your bag for your keys.
What do you keep in there? He asked, everything you own?
He followed you inside, shut the door behind himself, the smirk on his face was a dead giveaway: this wasn’t his first rodeo.
“Well that was incredibly difficult,” he nodded, watched as you hung your jacket in the closet by the door.
“What was?”
He smirked before the words even left his mouth, like he knew the way it’d make your pulse quicken when his lips pulled up. “Not touching you all night.”
“Hmm,” you narrowed your eyes at him, he moved to lean against the counter. “Good to know that getting a few drinks in you makes you more into me.”
You heard the words come out of your mouth but couldn’t catch them: into you. Was he? Or did he just like seeing you naked and desperate for his touch?
Maybe you were just one of a few or even one of many. Whatever it was on his face that night sparked the same desire that had been growing over the last few months: one of one sounded a lot nicer.
But he didn’t seem to mind your fumble, a smile when he took a few steps closer. “Drunk, out at a bar with you,” he shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you since we left campus.”
Which was all it took for you to walk up to him and close the space between you. You let your arms wrap around his neck, lips against his when he smiled.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, spun around until he put you on the counter.
His hands already tugged at your shirt, fingers meeting your skin once the layer was shed. It went like that until you made your way to the bed, he had his way with you on top of your sheets and then he pushed your hair behind your ear. Laying there naked with him, post-sex, felt comfortable and safe and that made your heart swell. And then it deflated with thoughts of graduation.
“You’re pretty,” he said quietly, lips turned up into a smile when he kept his eyes on your face.
You let your eyebrows crawl up your forehead, he’d never been so straightforward and genuine without a thread of fear in his words.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He rolled onto his back, opened his arm for you to crawl inside and lay on his chest. You watched him fall asleep, wondering how on earth you’d find your way out of this.
February 10th, 2019
Naomi sat across from you at a table in the library, she let out a deep exhale when you glanced up to see her eyes moving across her screen quickly.
“Y/N,” she said your name, still staring at her laptop until she looked up at you. “My doc got chosen for the student showcase in Cannes.”
“No it didn’t,” you leaned forward and let your eyes bug out, voice still a whisper to respect the third floor’s quiet zone.
Students and backpacks and laptops. Water bottled sprinkled the table tops and Naomi smiled.
“Yes it did,” she laughed. “Oh my fucking god,” she leaned back in her seat and took a deep breath.
“Naomi, this is amazing, you’re so talented and this is so deserved!”
A flurry of texts in the group chat when she told Max and Sophie.
Naomi Halter (3:15pm): MY FILM GOT CHOSEN FOR CANNES
Max Prescott (3:16pm): FUCK YES NAOMI!
Sophie Mendez (3:16pm): LET’S FUCKING GO BITCH
Y/N L/N (3:17pm): how fucking insane!!!!
Y/N L/N (3:17pm): we are in the library btw
Max Prescott (3:18pm): So this means we are all going, right? Pre-graduation trip?
Sophie Mendez (3:19pm): OMG WE HAVE TO
Sophie Mendez (3:19pm): CANNES TAKE TWO!!!!
You smiled at their excitement but felt the wheels turning. A flight to France? Expensive. A hotel in Cannes? Expensive. You’d already shelled out a good chunk of change on last year’s trip, with some help from your parents to get yourself over the finish line.
With the money you were now making it’d be easier, but you knew the cost of the school trip was cheaper than it’d cost to do it on your own.
More texts in the group:
Sophie Mendez (3:22pm): Flights are around $1500
Naomi Halter (3:22pm): You guys totally don’t have to come, I know it’s expensive
Max Prescott (3:23pm): I’m not missing this!
Fuck. Fifteen hundred for a flight? You could share a hotel to cut costs but you were already nervous about making it work. You didn’t have money like Max and hadn’t been working like Sophie had since undergrad as a bartender.
You didn’t have the heart to burst Naomi’s bubble when you walked with her through campus that same afternoon. She sipped an iced coffee and smiled ear to ear when you made your way closer to Luft.
“What’s your afternoon entail?” She asked from behind sunglasses, still floating on cloud nine.
“Meeting with Jason, actually--about school stuff.”
You felt like the disclaimer was necessary now, felt like they always suspected something sexual when his name came up in conversation. She smirked a little, you rolled your eyes when you slowed in front of the steps.
You weren’t ready yet to let it slip that he knew: he knew that they knew and if they all knew that he knew that, you figured the already blurred lines and the already messy situation would grow to a size that felt beyond control.
Naomi promised to catch up with you later, she pressed her phone to her ear when she walked away: mom, I have really exciting news!
And you did have a meeting scheduled with him, the second week of the semester and already time to make sure your final semester would be smooth sailing. It’d been a while since you’d had to wait outside for him to finish with another student, but you leaned against the wall and bit into an apple, scrolled on instagram to pass the time until they wrapped up.
The door was open, you could hear him talking with a girl--who you thought you recognized to have been in one of Max’s short films--about her classes this semester. He answered her questions and then updated a few things on his computer.
She saw you when she walked out, smiled politely and passed you in the hallway when you knocked on the doorframe.
He looked up, smiled like he knew it was you just by the sound of your knuckles against the wood.
“Hi,” you said, a step inside.
He glanced over your shoulder to ensure the last student was far enough down the hall. “You can shut it if you want.”
You did, came to sit across from him when he pulled something up on his computer.
“How’s your semester going so far?” He asked with a playful smile, a quick glance in your direction when he typed in your name.
“Is this how you start these meetings?”
“Mmmm, no,” he shook his head, stifled a laugh when he leaned back in his chair and met your eyes now. “Typically I don’t already know the answer to that question.”
“Right,” you laughed.
“I do have some news though,” he sat up straight now and looked at his computer. “Your degree audit is showing you’ll be one credit behind at the end of the semester.”
You blinked at him a few times, unsure why he was delivering this so casually.
“I’ll be what?”
“Behind,” he repeated, he clicked something and read it to himself, nodded when he looked back up at you.
“No, no, no,” you waved him off, sure he’d made a mistake. “Check again.”
“It’s right here,” he laughed a little, pointed to his computer. “Do you want to come look?”
You stared at him, blinked a few times as you let the information settle in your brain. He twisted his laptop around a bit, pointed at the screen when you started to panic.
“Well, so, how do I get the one credit? I can’t graduate late--I mean, Charlie said that my spot on the team is conditional upon completion of degree requirements,” you stood up now, shook your head as you started to pace in his office.
“You can do an independent study,” he shrugged. “You’d have to find and ask a professor to supervise that and get it approved by Dean Vasquez. But that’s what most people do, so, you’ll be okay.”
“An independent study on what, though?” You looked at him like he was crazy. Apparently he couldn’t relate to the stress of potentially not graduating after thinking you were perfectly on pace to do so in only a few short months.
“You get to choose,” he said this with furrowed brows, confused by your question.
“I know that,” you said quickly, frustration getting the best of you when you made a face.
He laughed a little, stood from his desk and came around to lean on the front of it. “This is why we do degree audits,” he reminded. “So people like you can panic now instead of in April.”
You shot him a dirty look when he laughed at his own joke. He reached for your hand and took it in his for a second when he tugged you closer.
“If you ask nicely, I’ll help you brainstorm.”
You took a deep breath, stared up at him for a second when he dropped your hand. He chuckled to himself, went to sit at his desk when he realized he wasn’t going to make you laugh that easily.
“Well I can’t TA for you, I already did that.”
“Right.”
“And I’m not writing another script, I can’t focus on that when I need to focus on ours right now.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “How about a short film?”
You thought about it for a second. “That’ll take so much time and effort for just one credit.”
“A lot of times they approve papers for one credit. Like, you can watch a film and critique it in a 10-page paper and they’ll give you the credit.”
You were quiet now, nodding as you went through the mental rolodex of films you knew well enough to critique without rewatching. With your internship and classes and now the script practically full time, you wanted something easy.
“We’ll figure it out,” he nodded, the look on his face was sincere, like he wanted to reassure you but didn’t really know how.
“I know,” you said, a sigh when you nodded again. “I just thought I was the one with news today.”
He smirked at that. “What’s your news?”
“Naomi’s doc got selected for the student showcase in Cannes.”
“It did?” His eyes got wide. “Holy shit, that’s incredible!”
“She’s over the moon,” you smiled, a theatrical eye roll when you pouted. “At least she’ll get to graduate.”
He laughed at that, rolled his eyes at your antics and sighed. “You’ll graduate, Y/N.”
“Hey,” you looked up at him quickly, wheels turning.
“Hi...” he waited for you to keep going, a skeptical look in his eyes.
“What if I come to Cannes?”
His forehead wrinkled. You’d lost him. “Why would you come?”
“Well Naomi’s gonna go, obviously. Max and Sophie are already looking at flights--something about it being a pre-graduation trip. You’re going again, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, the corner of his mouth lifted towards the ceiling when he tried to get the full picture. “But I don’t get where this fits into everything.”
“For my independent study.”
He shook his head slowly. “The Cannes trip can’t be your independent study.”
“Well not if I don’t produce something to earn the grade it can’t be,” you challenged. “But if I go as a chaperone, or if I go and write a critique on a film there, or--”
“You can’t chaperone a trip when you’re a student.”
“Okay so I’ll write a stupid paper! I’ll help in the planning. I will do anything to go on that trip and get my stupid credit.”
He smiled at that, couldn’t help but crack one more joke: “...anything?”
“I’m already sleeping with you,” you raised your eyebrows. “What else do you want from me?”
“Nothing,” he relented, a pause when he leaned back in his chair again. “I’ll think about the Cannes thing.”
“Okay, perfect,” you stood, grabbed your bag from the floor and nodded.
“We’re not done,” he watched with a slight smile when you headed for the door.
“Can we finish later?”
“What?” He laughed again.
“I’ve got to go,” you shrugged, turned around to see him. “I’ve gotta talk to Sophie and Max and see if they’re actually gonna get to Cannes in May.”
He shook his head, the look on his face told you he liked the way you smiled at him when you fluttered your eyelashes.
“You’ll see me later,” you shrugged. “I promise.”
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AN: Hi friends! Sorry it took a while to update/post this chappie. As you know I put a lot of care into my stories and so sometimes life gets in the way of me sitting down to write/edit/post/etc. Also, putting it out there now to help everyone PREP.....this story will end when MC graduates. So if it's the start of her last semester...the end isn't toooooo far away 😅🤠😈
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What inspired your WIP? Was it another piece of media? Multiple pieces of media? A certain genre? Tropes? Parts of your life? A hyper-specific random thing
What environment gives you the best ideas for your WIP? Do you have a playlist? Do you go for a walk? Do you get ideas at 3am and have to write them down NOW otherwise they disappear? Do you write anywhere and anywhere? What gets you in the mood to write?
Hi!! (and thank you!)
1- wow I actually don’t remember! While it’s changed entirely all ship of Theseus-like, I’m pretty sure I actually came up with the original plot of this WIP when I was 11-13 years old (god. So I entered and will exit my teenage years with it). (I put it under the cut if anyone’s curious, haha. It’s very different.)
And 2- I actually really don’t get ideas unless I make room for them. I really have to sit down and write out everything that’s happened up until this point and then write out everything that COULD happen brainstorm and choose. I don’t really get inspiration naturally 🤷♂️ it’s all forced, lol. I WISH I was the type of person who got ideas from walking or music or stuff so they didn’t seem so forced sometimes, but I suppose consistency is good too.
Thank you for the ask!! Cool idea and yeah just… thank you >:]
Since it was so long ago I have no clue where I came up with it, but I still remember the super basic idea; a young teenage boy from the normal world gets caught in a forest fire, dies? and wakes up in a high fantasy world (no I’d LITERALLY NEVER read or even heard of a portal fantasy, this was my original idea and I was gutted when I found out it was an already established thing) in a kingdom where royals and nebulously Important People have the power to control fire. He gets sort of taken-in-stray-cat-adopted by the similarly aged not-in-line (so not very important) prince who does have the power. Because he just appeared and has no abilities and no life here.
They’re trying to work out how to get him home when he suddenly starts (oh no!!) making sparks and stuff but he hides it because (Oh No!!) he’s in love with the prince (or something idk I was like 12.) Somehow some confrontation exposes fully fledged fire powers like only a master from this world should have and for some reason this makes the king super flip out. He and the prince flee. It ends there.
- My current plot, in contrast, has a (different) older teenage guy (closer to my age now) as the main character but it doesn’t really start with him. I don’t want to describe it too deeply but the main characters all attend a sort of community boarding school because they live in a society where education and knowledge and ability are really highly valued, more than really any material or object or anything?
(So basically not because they’re rich or important, it’s normal, and the boarding aspect is because everyone lives very communally in general, and higher education doesn’t really exist because of the level of societal development. So this is the only stage in life where they get any real independence from their parents, because as adults usually people return and live in family groups again so this is how they learn to be self sufficient away from parents, I suppose?)
Anyway there is a younger kid about 10 in the junior school who is having weird stuff happen to him and it’s sort of related to the ghosts, which are a normal aspect of the world which is where time is wearing kind of thin and you can see echoes of people from the past or future through, and something happens that makes main character, friend group, and child need to leave school to try to work out what’s happening.
There is a bunch of weird time stuff in the middle like things happening and unhappening, and time loops but short, and it’s got the same sort of beats because it’s overall a sort of coming-of-age romance between main character and his best friend, and it was originally an adventure romance between main character and new wow prince.
…there were a bunch of middle iterations between this with the characters from current iteration in the current world but with a similar plot to original story (basically some people have fire powers, some people have healing powers, main character is supposed to have healing powers but then he randomly has fire too, this makes people flip out, he runs away with love interest (roommate) and then I never knew what happened after that…) but this final iteration is the first one to have an ending.
In 2019 it briefly went through a real-world (not fantasy) post-apocalyptic phase in the aftermath of a plague where they had been on a school trip on one side of America (a distant and exotic place!) when everyone had died or become evil and now they were trying to get back home in a stolen van when none of them could drive because they were underage teens. So road trip across America to the other side after plague. Scrapped shortly before Covid, actually.
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