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jinnie-ret · 9 months

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ok but imagine chans sister comes to visit the boys and gets attacked by saesangs. comfort from chan as well as his own guilt that it happened?? while the boys do their best to fix everything and make it okay? my love for angsty fics is really showing damn

cold water

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: angst, angst, and more angst

content warnings: saesangs, violence, drowning

word count: 3.3k

summary: when chan's sister pays the boys a visit in Seoul, during their S-CLASS mv shooting, no one could have expected the day to end the way it would.

Thank you so much for this request! I've been trying to write it for the past couple of days because this idea instantly popped into my head, I hope it fulfills the angst you've been looking for!

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Y/N was glad to finally settle down in Seoul after her flight from Sydney. She was excited to see Bang Chan again, it had been a while as she hadn't been able to fly over with Hannah and go to their concerts, too busy with her school work. You see, Y/N always dreamed of being a director, and so when Chan had offered her to come watch them film their newest music video for their upcoming title track, S-CLASS, she couldn't deny his offer. Especially since he had promised that it would be a new experience for not just her, but for him and the rest of the boys too.

And boy was he right. If you had asked Y/N if she was going on a nighttime shoot, on a boat, in the middle of Han River, she would have laughed in your face, but her brother was big time now, and as much as she'd tease him and deny it, she was proud of Bang Chan. He even managed to get a comment along those lines from her earlier in the day.

"Y/Nnie, aren't you proud of your big bro?" Chan bounced around happily, excited for his younger sister to be staying with them, shaking her shoulders at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, unable to hide her growing smile as she stood in the entrance of the dorms he shared with Changbin, Han, and Hyunjin.

Speaking of, they all appeared, hearing the commotion of their leader and someone else.

"Woah, is that you, Y/N? You've grown!" Han patted her head as he greeted her.

"Not by much," she laughed, ducking away when the head pats turned into borderline hair ruffling, and no one touches her hair.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be taller than Changbinnie!" Hyunjin laughed.

"There's no way, Y/N got the small genes too, just like me and Hannah, Lucas is the only one who is tall out of us siblings," Chan sighed.

"It's so annoying. We're twins. He's got height to spare, why couldn't he give me some of it?" Y/N whined, causing Chan to laugh at her.

"Ah, join us on the dark side Y/N," Chan gestured to him and the other 2 members of 3RACHA.

"I'm in a dorm full of shorties," Hyunjin shook his head.

"Surprise, shawtyyyy," Y/N did some jazz hands, causing Han and Chan to laugh because they got the reference.

"Anyways let's drop your bags off in the spare room, then we can grab something to eat and head to the shoot, yeah?" Chan suggested as he picked up Y/N's luggage and carried it with him.

"Sounds good to me," Y/N nodded as she followed along.

Best. Dinner. Ever.

Bulgogi. Fried chicken. Kimchi. It was a proper feast. Although, the boys didn't have too much as they said they didn't want to feel bloated during the shoot, and they'd probably get some more food later. Y/N wouldn't be able to turn down that offer too, especially since her brother was paying for it all.

"So how old are you now, Y/Nnie?" Seungmin asked as she traveled with the other boys to their shoot.

"I'm 17," Y/N replied, the boys letting out noises of surprise.

"I remember when we debuted, you were only 12!" Felix gasped.

"Well, times have changed haha, it's been like 5 years, you know, you guys have been doing this for a small while now," Y/N pointed out. Of course she wasn't going to be a child forever.

"That makes me feel old," Lee Know sighs, throwing his head back against the headrest in the car.

"Well, you are the oldest one in here hyung," Jeongin patted his shoulder condescendingly.

"Yah! Our driver hyung is older than me!" Lee Know replied, turning around and staring daggers at his youngest member.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the interactions they had. She was glad her brother was surrounded by such good people. She knew he had found it tough before when he saw his other trainee friends debut, not fully realising how isolating that must have been until a few years ago now.

"You know, you're pretty cool, Chris," Y/N stared in awe at the boat they were about to board.

"Thanks, sis," he wrapped her in a small side hug, not teasing her this time yet still having a bashful expression on his face.

They all boarded the boat, staff, crew, members. Not realising the two suspicious hooded figures following them on and instantly hiding. In fact, Y/N thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, jolting around so suddenly she caught the attention of Chan once more.

"You good?" he raised an eyebrow at her, looking around now also.

"Thought I saw something... it's probably nothing," Y/N brushed it off.

"It's probably jet lag," Chan guessed, and Y/N nodded along anyways. It had been a long flight over, and she was feeling her energy slowly drop. Yet that didn't stop her from eagerly trying to pick up every detail of the shoot, from the camera angles, to how many takes it took the boys on different scenes, and to other unseen aspects of the shoot.

"So let me get this right, they're going to CGI a massive octopus in?" Y/N said with wide eyes, wondering why it would be there.

"Yeah, and?" Felix shrugged.

"And Seungmin is going to dance next to it for some reason?" Y/N clasped her hands behind her back.

"So?" Han shrugged. These sorts of ideas weren't really anything out of the ordinary for them.

"That's sick!" Y/N cheered in English, making the boys jump from her sudden mood change they witnessed, thinking she was criticising what was happening at first. They now understood she was just an excitable girl.

She had been diligently taking down notes on her phone the whole time, taking photos also. The crew had been worried at first that she'd reveal spoilers for the filming, but Chan reassured them all that Y/N was a good kid and she wouldn't do anything like that.

"Hey, Chris, is there a toilet on here?" two girls crouched on a lower part of the boat heard Y/N ask her brother. Of course they recognised the girl when they snuck on earlier. They were fans before their likes turned to obsessions, so of course they knew that Y/N was Chan's sister.

"Just downstairs one and to the left," they heard Chan reply and had to hide their squeals. Maybe if they saw Y/N, they could pretend to be best friends with her and then get closer to Chan. And then, once they got closer to Chan, they could become closer with the other members too.

Delusion was a disease.

Y/N put her phone torch light on as she headed down one flight of stairs and entered the bathroom, a light flickering on instantly. She went to enter a cubicle before a bright light shined in her face and left her wincing and feeling startled.

In reality, it was the two saesang girls' best bet in getting away before they were caught. And they didn't even feel bad for what they did. It's not like they went to the extremes of using a laser.

"Ah," Y/N winced as she rubbed her eyes, but she ignored it and soon returned upstairs.

"Are you ok? You look a bit disoriented," Hyunjin checked on the younger girl as he took a break, getting his hair and clothes touched up and adjusted.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just, a bit, I don't know," Y/N didn't know what else to say. She had a bad feeling now, swearing she had heard some giggles and footsteps running away from her after she was temporarily blinded.

"Is being on the boat all too much?" Seungmin asked, feeling bad for the girl who looked dazed.

"Hey, Y/N, why don't you take a moment, yeah, I know all the cameras and lights can be a bit overwhelming," Chan came over as soon as he heard the tone difference in the voices of his group.

"Ok, I'll just be round that corner, I'm going to look out at the river," Y/N told him, receiving a satisfied nod in response as she walked off. Perhaps all she needed really was just a breather. Yes, all the set and ideas were amazing, but it was very fast paced. What happened to their song, 'My Pace'?

Y/N giggled to herself, looking out at the water before she heard people approach her from behind.

"Chris, I still need some time-"

"Ah, so you are his sister..." one of the girls, looking around 20 years old, and staring down Y/N.

"Oh, are you staff here? Sorry, Chris, umm, Chan said it was okay to come down here, but I can move if-"

"No, why don't you stay?" the other girl evily smiled.

"Well, if you're sure..." Y/N nodded and turned back towards the water, before her head was yanked back and she fell to the floor of the boat with a thud.

"Hey!" Y/N shouted, but her mouth was instantly covered.

"You're going to give us exactly what we want, isn't that right?" a harsh voice whispered into her ear with gritted teeth. But Y/N shook her head pleadingly, not wanting to be caught up in anything violent.

"Stupid!" she was slapped across the face, letting out a whimper from the pain before she was pinned to the ground.

"Listen here, you little bitch. You may think you're living the high life as Chan's sister but you've got it all wrong. Now, you're going to walk back up there with and introduce us properly to that lovely brother of yours, pretend we got lost down here, just two staff members gone missing," a girl squeezed her wrists tight as Y/N couldn't move from her position.

"Ow, shit. Get off!" Y/N struggled in their grip, feeling terrified. This is certainly not what she expected when she came to visit her brother for an innocent work experience trip.

"Do it, now," they hauled her up and pushed her back towards where everyone else was working.

"I don't have to do anything you tell me. I'll just call the police and-" Y/N bravely began as she held up her phone but it was soon knocked out of her hands, and sink into the depths of the Han River.

"Oops," a girl innocently giggled.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Y/N shouted loudly, loud enough that she would be heard by the others, particularly her older brother who was due to go down and check on her because he thought she had been taking too long.

"Some may say that," the two girls cackled maniacally amongst themselves, like it was the best inside joke in the world.

"That was my phone! It had everything on it! I need it!" Y/N shouted once more, Chan, Lee Know and Changbin's footsteps becoming more rushed now. The other two immediately joined Chan on the way when they too heard the shouting.

Y/N had a pair of hands wrapped around her throat, the other unoccupied as the owner of them smirked and simply whispered.

"Aw, you better go get it then."

In a split second, Chan and the rest of the hyung line watched as Y/N was hurled over the edge of the boat, screaming as she fell before a splash was heard.

"Y/N!!!" Chan screamed in complete and utter panic. It was dark, it was cold, and now his sister was forced to try and stay afloat in such freezing temperatures like the waters of Han River.

"Are you crazy?!" Lee Know yelled at the two girls, who were excited to see the boys, not realising the consequences of their actions.

"Y/N!!! Y/N!!! Can you hear me?!" Chan heartbreakingly yelled as he looked over the edge of the boat railings and tried to see the head of his sister pop up.

Y/N felt her airways open before she cold help it. Ice cold water, working its way through her body as it traveled to her lungs and caused her to let out muffled pleas for help, trying to swim to the surface.

"Somebody get help! Someone fell in the water!!" Changbin used his loud voice to his advantage as he signalled the emergency crew with a lifeboat to drop down into the water and try and find Y/N.

"No, no, no, I can't believe this, no..." Chan whimpered, hands clenching onto the railing so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Chan, it's ok, they'll find her," Felix had come up behind him, trying to calm him down even though he himself was feeling the exact same way. All of the boys were. There was anger, there was panic, there was... grief too. Nothing had been confirmed, but the what ifs flying through everyone's minds had killed the thoughts in their brains telling them that there was still a chance.

"I can't see her!!! I can't see her!!!" Chan paced, running his fingers through his hair as he cried. He cried so hard. The members couldn't remember the last time they saw their leader like this. But he was a family man, through and through. He'd do anything to protect those around him, especially those close to him.

"Get rid of these girls!" Han lead over some staff members to the two saesangs who had been stood starstruck the whole time Lee Know cussed them out, only infuriating him more.

"Y/N!" Hyunjin tried.

"Y/Nnie!" Seungmin tried.

"Y/N!" Jeongin tried.

They all tried calling her but there was no luck so far. The boat had been deployed into the river and it had bright lights reflecting off of the water, hoping to catch sight of Y/N.

"I should have protected her! I promised her!" Chan angrily pointed out towards the water, tears continuously falling as his members wrapping him in their arms comfortingly and trying to keep him calm

"Y/N! I see her! To the right! She's there!" Lee Know yelled down at the boat operators, who quickly jumped into action as they grabbed the shivering girl, trying to make sure she was breathing as they transported her onto land, where the boys on the boat were now pulling in too.

Y/N didn't remember much of what happened. Her body slowly became more and more numb, yet it carried her to the surface of the water, where she fortunately was floating on her back. She coughed and spluttered, and it seemed to let her breathe with a bit more improvement. Or maybe it was when she was wrapped in a foil blanket, hearing shouts of her name and feeling the rocking of a boat as she was moved somewhere.

The ground felt flat. But she couldn't mistake the warmth of her brother, even in her haziness.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry this happened to you, my Y/Nnie. I won't let anyone come near you ever again, I'll protect you. Chris is sorry, Y/N," Chan cried as he held his sister tightly against him, wrapping the blanket tighter around her and not caring about the discomfort he felt from sitting down in his tight leather trousers. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the other members gathered around and looking shaken up too, hands over there mouth or a supportive hand on Chan's shoulder.

"Please, can we pause the filming? I need to make sure she's ok," Chan pleaded with the staff, who immediately and wordlessly nodded at him, feeling incredibly upset themselves at what had happened. They had seen the brightness in the girl's eyes, when she asked them questions about how things worked and why they did them.

"We're all here for you, hyung," Changbin kneeled down next to Bang Chan and wrapped an arm around his shoulder at the same time. He knew how tough Chan could be on himself, and this was going to eat him up for weeks, maybe even years.

Y/N coughed, becoming aware of her surroundings and momentarily thrashing around before a gentle voice calmed her in an instant.

"Y/N, I've got you love, I've got you yeah, you're ok, you're alive," Chan tried not to let his voice break as he squeezed her tighter in his arms.

"The, girls, pushed, couldn't breathe," Y/N spluttered, her words coming out jumbled as flashes of the situation that just happened flushed through her mind.

"Sssh, sssh, I know, I know, but you're safe now, yeah?" Chan did his best to reassure her and stop her mind from going into overdrive, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Sir, we should really call get her to a hospital, she may have secondary drowning. We can't risk anything."

Within a heartbeat Chan was nodding, medics coming over as she was lifted into the back of an ambulance, and now, instead of Y/N, he was the one who was frozen.

"Hyung, come on, you need to go with her, we'll follow behind," Felix ushered him to stand.

"She... she nearly..." Chan spoke in disbelief, not wanting to finish his sentence as reality hit him hard like a truck.

"But she didn't," Lee Know said firmly, "go with her," he pushed him towards the ambulance.

Chan sat numbly in the ambulance, hand holding his little sister's, the youngest Bahng. What would his parents say? He had failed them, failed Y/N, failed his duty as an older brother. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even realise they had arrived at the hospital, and Y/N seemed to be more with it than before as she was being carted out the back of the ambulance.

"No, wait, Chan, I want my brother," Y/N whimpered as he went out of her sight, trying to tell the paramedics that she needed him. The other members had arrived too but she needed only one person with her.

"Hyung, we're here now, she needs you," Jeongin drags his oldest hyung out of the ambulance towards Y/N.

Chan stayed with her until she was discharged. He had no second thoughts to any news articles that would be dispatched, or what the company would say. All that was running through his mind was family, family, family.

"Chris?" Y/N weakly said from her bed. Well, it wasn't her bed technically. It was the one that belonged to the spare room in the dorms. She laid there wondering why this had to happen to her. If it wasn't for those saesangs...

"What is it? You need something to eat? Are you in pain?" Chan fussed over her.

"It's not your fault," Y/N whispered. Her quiet words shattered something in Chan's heart.

"Don't," he shook his head.

"I know that look, Chris, just don't blame yourself. It was those girls. You didn't push me into the river," Y/N spoke quietly, trying to make eye contact with her brother but he couldn't even look her in the eyes.

"Don't talk about it!"

"Look at me!" Y/N shouted, putting all her effort into using her voice and causing her to start coughing.

This made Chan go into high alert as he sat her up and patted her back instantly, like it was habit, just as he would have done when he first held her at the age of ten.

"I need you, Chris, please don't get lost in your own head, I need you here with me," Y/N teared up, and Chan knew that she didn't mean physically being there. This was a whole other matter.

"I'm sorry, it's okay, Y/Nnie, I'm here," Chan hugged her tightly, feeling her relax.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Y/N cried, shoulders shaking.

"This should have never happened to you," Chan wiped her tears gently.

"I promise you, you will never come to any harm again, ok? Me and the boys, we'll help you recover, we'll take care of you. No one will ever hurt you again, Y/Nnie, I swear."

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 ᴅᴀʏ sᴇᴠᴇɴ > ᴛʀᴀғᴀʟɢᴀʀ ʟᴀᴡ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: Anonymous asked: May I request day 6 or 7 w/ Law for your event? I'm afab and use she/her pronouns. If you wanna go with something more gender netural and use they/them, that's cool too 👍. ♡ tw: a spinoff of my first ever fic posted in tumblr! so I hope you all enjoy this ittle story. Sweet. nothing triggering really. perhaps Law being a little sick ٠wc: 905 ♡ masterlist ٠taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly |

Law shivers. His temperature is way over the normal numbers. He sweats and tosses in bed. A fever has put the best surgeon out of the game, and you, his personal nurse, is there to take care of him.

You change the wet towel over his forehead from time to time, and he flashes his sweet golden eyes at you in sign of being thankful for it. But he is drenched in sweat, and you are worried he might be going through a severe infection rather than "a simple flu" as he said.

"Law, your fever isn't going down… we should call Marco" you suggest, whispering to your best friend.

"No! I'm fine! It's just the flu!" He protests, with nothing but misery in his speech.

You try to convince him that this isn’t ok, but he is reticent to it. And you are used to it, he will always take care of others but never of himself. In any case, you have a plan; waiting for him to fall asleep to finally call Marco -his colleague- to assess him.

But, as Law seems to be finally asleep, and you stand up to go call dr. Marco, he pulls from your hand. “Stay” he murmurs, pulling as hard as he can, even if the snatch isn’t strong enough to stop you from walking away.

You sigh, it breaks your heart to see him so miserable. “Law… Do you need something?” you ask, biting the inside of your mouth. He has been your crush for so long, but he doesn’t know… he mustn’t know.

“Stay… I need you to stay” he begs, pulling you to sit right next to him. “Fine, I’ll stay…” you whisper, helping him snuggle back into the bed. You softly caress his cheek, noticing that they aren’t as hot as they were before. Maybe the fever is going down after all.

Law closes his eyes, as he crawls up to your lap. His face pressed against your leg, his hands squeezing your flesh. He doesn’t want you to leave, and he will grip tight to you to prevent it.

“I’m sorry (Name)-ya, I know I look weak… but I need you” he moans. And you simply smile, you wouldn’t leave him even if he asked for it. And, with soft circular motions on his back, you lull him to sleep back again. He is, at this point, like a little child and you are glad to be the one taking care of him.

You take a look through the window, the snowflakes become bigger the more the night approaches and as the temperature outside drops. Both were on vacations at the mountains, and Law didn’t wear proper clothes the first days resulting in his current situation.

You think of how many people asked you already if you were a couple, because being on vacation with your male best friend alone was something unbelievable for them -or maybe it was just the fact that you two actually looked more like a couple than friends-

The buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your thoughts. A message from Bepo lights up the screen. “How is the captain doing? Is he feeling better? Do we need to send an ambulance?” the white haired young man asks.

You suppress a laugh. Bepo has been friends with Law since forever, and, for some reason he still calls him captain. Apparently, that was the name he got when playing pirates back in the day. “It’s ok, Bepo. He is doing better. He is asleep now, I’m trapped by him so I don’t go away from him” you type, and just when you press send, Law pulls you down as hard as he can. Your phone flies away and you end up on top of him.

“L-LAW!” you scream, trying to stand up. But, his tattooed arms trap you against him. He grunts and nuzzles on your hair, breathing your sweet perfume like the last drop of oxygen in the air.

You shiver, you can’t move. Whether he is awake or not, you notice how hard he is hugging you. And so much he does you end up curling next to him. You move so that you finally face him, and he allows it. Noses so close, feeling the other’s warm breath against your lips.

Blinking fast, as fast as your heart has begun to beat. Why does he have to do this to you? He doesn’t know how much you love him, or does he?

Law’s inked fingers search for yours, you let him hold your hand. “I- I… I like- you” he mumbles, still a little sweaty but definitely better than before.

You gasp. And then, take your free hand to his forehead. He isn’t running a fever any more, but you decide to play dumb. “L-Law? you are delirious because of the fever, you a-”

His lips, that suddenly find yours and crash against them with passion, shut you up. The first kiss with the man you love, and it’s been totally stolen by him, as he did with your heart… that’s why you call him, Dr. Heart Stealer.

A kiss that goes from a simple peck, to a more intimate one. His hands pressing the small of your back against his weak body. The taste of his tongue, and the way you couldn’t stop from keep going…

He flashes his golden eyes, once both decide to take some air in between so many kisses. “I like you, (Name)-ya…” he mumbles again. “And I know you like me too…” he finishes, this time showing pure red on top of his cheeks.

You smile sweetly, of course he knows. Law always knows. And all of this has been, after all, part of his plan…

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valeffelees · 2 months

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Oh do tell about that snowbaz au of yours 👀

I WOULD FUCKING LOVE TO, thank you so much tumblr user pidgelikethebird (and also my most beloved and loyal companion @drowninginships) for providing me the enrichment i need to survive the winter.

ok gimme a min here to turn my thoughts into comprehensible words. i'm gonna say right now: this post is gonna be a LONG one, but 10 out of 10 scientists agree you should read to the end.

so, if you didn't know, The Beauty Inside is a Korean romcom from 2015, based off an American short film of the same name; the orig short film i linked is an extremely quick watch (only 6 episodes, each one 4-10 minutes long) and i would absolutely recommend it, but the very basics of the premise is that: a man wakes up in his bed on his 18th birthday to find he's in a completely different body than his own, and every day since then, he wakes up as somebody new.

AND OBVS I JUST HAD TO FUCKING SNOWBAZ THAT, which is how my AU, titled In the Many Ways of Loving You, was born:

Simon Snow wakes up every day as somebody new; the only person who knows the truth is Penny, his best friend and roommate, since she's been by his side since it all began ten years ago.

he works on commission as a custom bookbinder—like, he has an Etsy or some shit, i dunno, some kinda online shop where people can commission him in a variety of ways to rebind their favourite books, either by paying extra for Simon to buy the book himself and rebind it from new and send it to them, or sometimes collectors will send their personal copies to him to have him rebind them, and he's very good at it, and N E WAY the point of this is that he has a small bookshop he's been going to regularly for the last eight or so years, because it's close to his and Penny's flat, and where the story begins: Baz is a new employee that just started working there about two weeks ago and Simon has a massive crush on him.

ok, now. day one: when we meet Simon for the first time, he wakes up and he's lovely and blonde and brown-eyed and ok, yeah, i've just made him look like Agatha bc i thought it'd be kinda funny, esp since Agatha's not actually in the fic otherwise.

and Simon has to pick up a copy of some random book from the bookshop today bc someone bought a custom binding of it, so he goes down and, as usual, since it's his job, Baz has to come over to talk to him and is like, "hey, can I help you with anything?" and Simon doesn't need any help bc he's been coming to this shop for years, but every time Baz asks he says yes bc he wants the excuse to talk to him, and on this day Simon is like, wait. i'm so hot rn. so he asks Baz out—

and Baz is like [finger guns] absolutely not.

and Simon is like 👁️👄👁️ welp i'm in fucking agony.

but whatever, fine. a guy like Baz is prolly already in a proper relationship, and it's always a bad idea for Simon to get involved with someone he has to see on the reg. he had to start going to a different coffee shop that's twenty minutes out of his way bc he went out on a great date with one of the baristas at his old spot and then obvs couldn't go out again after just that one time, and it made him super emo, so really, Baz saying no was prolly for the best.

TIMESKIP, it's been a few days and Simon has to go down to the bookshop again. but this time he's a bloke. and so Baz comes up to ask if Simon needs help and he says yeah, as usual, and the two of them end up having a bantery convo about the book Simon's looking for bc they've both read it and Baz hated it, but Simon loved it, and it's just very cute and casual, and then Baz is like. so, my shift ends in liiike... four hours. are you doing anything?

and Simon is like. OH. OH!!!

that whole "it's prolly for the best" thing? yeah, fuck that, that was Simon of the past, he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about bc cute bookshop guy wants to hang out and so they go out and have the most fucking insane romcom date ever.

'cause you gotta remember, Simon only gets one real day with people, so he doesn't do like casual coffee dates or movies or whatever. they go out and like fucking B&E a museum after hours bc Simon knows someone like the janitor or something (i dunno) leaves one of the back doors unlocked so he can step out for a cig every few hours, so they sneak in and have the time of their life running around looking at art while trying not to get caught, and we're going to use the suspended disbelief bestowed upon us by the power of romcoms to pretend security cameras aren't a thing, and it is BRILLIANT. like, Simon and Baz have so much chemistry, and when the night ends Baz is just like all smiles and creased eyes and messy black hair and, breathlessly: "I want to see you again."

and Simon's heart drops. because he wants to see Baz again, too, but he can't. no matter how much he wants to, he can't. when he wakes up tomorrow he's going to be someone new, so he can't, he can't, he can't, he—

"Yeah," he says. "Tomorrow?"

SIMON NO!!!

"It's a date."

FUCK!!!

ok, so now we have a problem. Simon can't just stand him up, i mean he could but he doesn't want to, and he really does want to see him again, so he does the only thing he can think of: he stays awake. all fucking night.

Baz, the next day: "You look exhausted."

Simon, wired asf on caffeine and trying to be smooth: "Had someone on my mind all night."

and then they go have another wicked date, but i have nothing in my notes about what it is. oh, i have them living in Canada in this fic btw bc as a rule, if a fic doesn't have to be set in England, i move them to Canada for comfort. so i might have them go cliff jumping or something? who knows. we'll go with that for now.

cue the romcom montage.

[mother tongue starts playing SO DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME FALA AMO, JUST LET YOUR HEART SPEAK UP AND I'LL KNOW]

ok. post-date. Simon is so dumb and infatuated with Baz and does something only a boy who is dumb and infatuated and sleep-deprived would do in his situation, and he goes back to Baz's flat with him to "watch a movie", or in other words: the movie starts and then they prolly have sex, but in my notes this is written as "??? smash ???" so i guess it's kinda up in the air.

either way, Simon passes the fuck out at Baz's place bc he was properly exhausted by that point, and he wakes up to Baz screaming at him bc obvs he looks like a different person now.

Simon, half-asleep: [PANICKED FLAILING] BAZ IT'S ME!!! STOP THROWING THINGS!!! BAZ!!! IT'S ME, IT'S SIMON!!!

and Baz is like: WHAT THE FUCK

and Simon is like: I CAN EXPLAIN

and Baz is like: HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE

and Simon is like: I CAN EXPLAIN!!!

so, here's a detail from the orig film that comes into play here: in the orig movie, the MC keeps a video diary, logging every day what his face looks like, and in this, Simon does this on his phone and backs them up to his computer every hundred days, so he gives Baz his phone and tells him the whole story while Baz scrolls through these short like minute long videos of Simon on various days going, "Hey, this is me today. I have [this and such] thing to do, blah blah blah."

and the thing is, Baz recognises him in some of them. bc Simon is always coming into the bookshop. he stops watching when he gets to the day Simon looked like Agatha, and Simon has been quiet for a while at this point, just letting Baz process.

Baz: "I want you to leave."

Simon takes his phone without a word and goes. Penny picks him up on the corner a block over and drives him back to their flat. she doesn't ask what happened. she already has a pretty good idea.

when Simon's next commission comes in, he thinks about going to another bookshop, he really does. but this one is so convenient, esp since Simon can't drive bc he can't risk getting pulled over carrying a licence that doesn't have his face on it, and he's been going there for eight years and it's not like Baz will recognise him anyway.

so, to the bookshop he goes, but this time when Baz comes up to ask if he needs help, Simon is like, "haha, no that's okay," and goes back to looking for things on his own, and Baz kinda lingers awkwardly for a moment before going on his way, but then when Simon comes up to the till to pay for the book, Baz just stands there staring at him. and Simon is so uncomfortable, like, he just wants to leave—

"Simon?"

SORRY, YOU WHAT?

"What?" Simon gapes at him. "How did— how did you? But I'm—"

"Can we talk?" Baz asks.

"How did you know it was—"

Baz shouts over to the other employee on the floor that he's taking his lunch break, and Simon just slowly follows him out of the shop with the book forgotten, unpaid for, at the check-out.

and here's the deal, Baz liked Simon a stupid amount considering they'd only gone on two dates, but they were good dates, and Baz doesn't date much, so he's a bit hung up on just how much he liked Simon and the weird way shit ended, so he's basically like. i want to see it again. and Simon is like, see what? and Baz is like, you. the... whatever that you do, i want to see you change.

and that's how Simon ends up bringing Baz back to his flat, and btw: Simon has a rule about never bringing people back to his flat bc it's weird as fuck. his room is really tiny, and it's cluttered as fuck in a Howl's bedroom type way. he keeps to the same cheap, casual style for all his clothes, but he needs things in a bunch of sizes. shoes are a nightmare. he has to take care of his hair in a million different fucking ways. so he has the lives of a dozen people shoved into a room the size of a shoebox, and his mattress has no frame. that shit is just on the floor, so it takes up less space. and there's this mirror, a wide full bodied mirror, propped up against the wall facing the bed, so that the first thing Simon can do each day is roll over and look at himself.

Simon and Baz have supper together, they talk, they pretend this isn't weird as fuck and, even though it is weird as fuck, they still have so much chemistry, and this is a fanfic, so they just end up having sex again but it's supposed to be kinda emo and tender and look, it's what my heart wants, ok?

morning comes. Simon wakes to Baz's hands on his face. which is already and improvement compared to last time. Baz is looking at him very seriously, but also very like. softly. he's touching Simon's features, tracing them, and Simon is quiet for a very long time, watching him do this, until he's just like. what are you doing.

Baz: "Getting to know you." A pause. "Why does it happen?"

Simon: "I don't know."

Baz: "Are there other people like you?"

Simon: "I don't know."

Baz, sighing: "Well, what do you know?"

Simon: "That I'm still me. Inside, I mean. Like... if you had a book, and every day you gave it a new cover, the story wouldn't change."

Baz: "You must get lost on a lot of shelves."

Simon: "Yeah."

and from there, Baz is just a part of Simon's life the same way Penny is, he knows the truth, and he deals with it. for the first time in Simon's adult life, he gets to really date. he and Baz do a bunch of domestic shit together, for months, and it's so good. all of it is so good, all the time, and they fall so fucked up deep in love with each other.

(detail from this point that is relevant later: Baz and Simon make a game out of Baz recognising Simon at work on days when he hasn't seen yet what he looks like. Simon will come in and try to act like a stranger, but Baz can Where's Waldo him every time.)

but then Christmas comes. and Baz has to go home to see his family. and i don't have an exact idea of how this convo goes, only that it is not a fight of any kind, like, it is a normal convo about the holidays but Baz apologises to Simon during it for not telling his family about him, he says they'd want Baz to bring Simon home if he did (bc i just don't wanna fuck with homophobia in this so we've shot Malcolm with the ally beam) and he wouldn't know how to explain Simon's whole... thing to them, and Simon kinda realises that like. he can't ever be the type of boyfriend Baz can bring home to his family. he can't ever be the type of boyfriend Baz gets to have a normal life with.

SO SIMON GHOSTS HIM.

like, Baz comes back from his family's place, annoyed that Simon hasn't returned any of his texts or calls, only to find that Simon and Penny have literally fucking moved flats in the two weeks he's been gone. and obvs he's fucking devastated and confused by this and desperately trying to get Simon to respond to him, but he won't.

Simon goes out of his way to find a new bookshop to go to, and that's the end of things for about a week or so, and i haven't actually decided what happens here exactly, but the general idea i wanna go with is that Simon goes to the bookshop Baz works at just for the sake of seeing him, checking up on him, bc he misses him.

but remember that game they played? so yeah, Baz walks up to say his usual like, "hey, can I help you find anything?" but he fucking clocks Simon after like ten seconds.

scene change: they're in Simon's new flat, like maybe Baz demanded that if Simon is going to break up with him he owes it to him to do it goddamn properly, but i dunno. details, details. but they end up getting in a huge fucking fight and Simon reveals the reason he ghosted Baz was bc he realised Baz can't have a real life with him and Baz is like:

"You don't get to decide that for me! You're still you, you're still lovely—"

"You don't even know what I look like!"

"I don't care what you look like, you fucking moron, I care that you're Simon Snow! There's a person inside you that exists every day, even when everything else changes, and he's lovely. I love him. The rest doesn't matter, how can you not see that? Stop telling me I'm not allowed to love you however you are, I'll love you a hundred different ways, Simon. Any size, any shape. I'll love you over, and over, and over. That's a life for me. A real life for me. You!"

and then Simon throws his arms around Baz's neck and hugs him like he needs him to breathe and Baz clings to his shirt and they're both prolly crying all loud and gross, but it's fine. they're gonna be fine.

the next day: Simon wakes up to Baz's mouth on the back of his neck. "Like this one, then?" he says.

"Loveliest yet." Baz brushes his knuckles over the slope of Simon's shoulder. "Freckles, curls, broad shoulders... Mmm, maybe we should stay in bed today."

Simon laughs and rolls over to pin Baz to the mattress, grinning at him. he goes to say something, prolly rib at him the way they do, but as he does he catches his reflection in that mirror he keeps by his bed and he freezes.

"Holy shit!" he shouts, and shoves himself up onto his knees. "That's me!"

Baz rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes, I told you—"

Simon shakes his head furiously. "No, it's. Baz. I'm. Jesus fucking Christ, that's me. Baz, that's me."

Baz sits up slowly. "Do you mean—"

"Fuck, holy shit!" Simon grabs his curls with both hands. he hasn't touched these curls in ten fucking years. he looks older than he remembers himself, which is a given, but it's definitely him. his father's eyes, his mother's chin. the moles on his cheek, above his eyebrow, below his ear.

Simon freaks out in a way that kinda toes the line between being happy and being a breakdown, he throws himself at Baz, and they both fall back onto the bed and Simon is laughing and he's shaking and he doesn't understand, he doesn't get it, but holy fuck, he has his own face, he has his own body, he has his own hands. Baz pushes them apart so he can get a look at him, and Simon is actually kinda self-conscious when he does, which is a new feeling. he never has to feel self-conscious about anything, usually, since he knows every flaw or insecurity isn't really his, and will be gone the next day, but this is just... him.

Baz takes Simon's face in his hands and then, breathlessly, "Hello, Simon Snow."

AND THEN THEY KISS bc what else would they do here.

and uhh, yeah. so. Simon goes out to the kitchen where Penny is making breakfast and she loses her shit when she sees him. big hugs all around. Baz really does take the day off work to spend it with Simon, even though that just means lying around on the sofa watching movies while Simon works on his current rebinding commission. when Penny gets home that evening, they order takeaway and sit around the lounge room playing boardgames together until late, late, late into the night. Penny falls asleep in the armchair, and now it's 3-am.

Simon is tired. he's looking at the clock, sitting with his knees up and his arms around them, with Baz beside him. Baz has his forehead on his shoulder, an arm around his waist. he doesn't want to go to bed, because what if... what if it was only for today. how long will it be until the next time? what if there is no next time, what if, what if—

"We'll still be here," Baz whispers, exhausted. "And you'll still be you. No matter what, Simon."

and so they go to bed.

Simon wakes up to Baz's mouth on the back of his neck.

"Good morning, Simon Snow."

AND YEAH, that is the entire plot of my The Beauty Inside AU.

i told you this was gonna be a long one, but if you've made it all the way to the end of this mess, thank you kindly again for indulging me!

#ngl i wanted to sign up for the cobb with this fic idea really bad but at the time i wasnt confident i could manage #taking part in a fandom event. i might think about signing up for it next year if it runs again but who knows #thanks for hanging out!#snowbaz #ask #pidgelikethebird

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thelaundrybitch · 2 years

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Tumblr Romance - A TMNT Short

Turtle Doves.

I'm supposed to be working on my TMNT Trick or Kink, and at this point, it's not gonna be posted til Christmas 😂

Why? You ask.

Because I have an uncooperative brain that writes things like this instead.

ANYWAY...

I've given another shot at a reader x turtle one-shot in the form of Gender neutral reader and turtle of choice.

Please forgive me for any mistakes 😘

~Disclaimer~ I used a made-up blogger name in this fic (@tmnt-blogger). If it's suddenly taken, I apologize 😂😘

Also, there is a PRETEND phone number in the fic. For the love of all that is good... Don't call it ☠️😂

AND! Never go to meet someone, by yourself, from the internet that you don't know.

ok. I think that's all.

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though 🤩

The Tumblr Romance

You ever talk to another Tumblr user, and just… It clicks?

It feels good… Right… Familiar…

You talk to them here and there, hoping to learn more about them, but they hold back, and keep a mysterious air to them.

And you want so badly for them to like you enough to want to call you their friend?

Yeah.

It happened exactly like that.

Another blogger had posted an unbelievable fic starring your favorite turt. The fic was SO. GOOD. They knew exactly how to portray his character perfectly. It was almost as if it was written by the turtle himself.

You just had to let the writer know how amazing their written work was and how much it touched you when you read it. You knew that just leaving a comment wouldn't be enough to show proper gratitude. You needed to DM them.

So, after typing and retyping the message about a thousand times, you hit send and held your breath. Their immediate, warm response filled your heart with joy, and you couldn't help yourself as you unleashed praise after praise about their work. Thankfully they were both flattered, and understanding after you completely ‘fangirled’ over them via messenger, and continued to talk with you. The two of you really hit it off and began to chat regularly.

🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

You had been talking to @tmnt-blogger for a couple of months now, a few days each week. The words they chose to use and how they spoke to you through DM had you absolutely captivated.

Sweet. Kind. Funny. Intelligent.

They had you completely intrigued.

You wanted to know more about them but didn't want to ask too many questions, fearing they might think you were some lunatic. So, instead, you shared some of your life with them, in hopes they would share theirs - and they did! But it was always sparingly, to much of your dismay.

You didn't want to push and seem like a huge creep. You wanted them to share only what they were comfortable sharing.

Meanwhile, you were dying on the inside with curiosity as your innocent intrigue slowly turned into a crush.

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About six months in, the flirting started.

Always innocent at first, with you messaging "goodnight!💕" and them responding "goodnight <3" to you.

It was super cute and left you hoping for more. Hoping that these feelings that you were having weren't one-sided.

Then, finally, the flirty banter rolled in… but only after you took that leap, asking what you could call them.

You: I have a question.

You: But I'm a little nervous to ask you.

Them: Ask away. Don't be shy.

You: ok. Just remember. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. And please let me know if I cross a line.

Them: must be a serious question 😉

You: What can I call you? It feels so impersonal to keep calling you tmnt_blogger. Borderline disrespectful.

Them: You can call me whatever you'd like.

You: 😑

You: That's not how this works ☹️

Them: why not? Whatever you choose will be fine. Perfect, even.

You: Can I know your pronouns, then?

Them: does it matter what my pronouns are?

You: Well… No… I just didn't want to misgender you…

You: But that's fine. You don't need to tell me if you're uncomfortable telling me… I'm just gonna claim you and call you mine 😂

Them: He/Him. But I'm totally ok with that label 😉

Oh, the butterflies that the last message caused. You were sure he was just teasing you, but you secretly hoped he meant it.

It wasn't long after that night that he really started to flirt with you.

Your heart was a mess with him sending you things like…

Him: alright, I'm off to bed

You: sweet dreams! 😘

Him: they're only sweet when you're in them 😉

Him: How was your day?

You: work was awful. But I'm much better now that I'm talking to you 🥰

Him: I'm sorry to hear that you had a hard day. Wanna cuddle?🤗

And

You: OMG it's FREEZING outside. I just got in from shoveling snow 🥶

Him: Sounds like you need a quick way to warm up…I can lend a hand with that if you'd like 😉

It went on like this for a little over a year; until you told him you were going to NYC to visit a guy friend.

Him: Where did you meet this guy? How long have you known him?

Him: and he's a friend? That's an awfully long trip for just a friend.

You: Yes, he's just a friend. He's one of my friends from college.

You: And I'd come to visit you! But I don't know where you live 😂

Him: What if I told you I was in NYC?

You: Then I'd definitely make a point to come to meet you!

You: I mean, if you wanted to meet, that is.

Him: Even though you've never even heard my voice? You don't even know my name. What if I'm a predator?

You: That's totally on you. If you wanna kidnap me, then go for it. You'll be begging me to leave before 24 hours are up 😂

Him: That's highly doubtful. It's more likely I'd be begging you to stay 😘

Your breath caught at that last message, and you needed a moment for your brain to reboot.

You: I could only be so lucky 😉💕

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The next few months passed, and even though you two had started messaging daily, the topic of meeting never found its way back into your conversations with him.

Which was understandable. You were a stranger on the internet.

But it was also extremely disappointing.

The time had finally come for your trip to NYC. You told your Tumblr crush that you wouldn't be online for the next week while you were away. You wanted to enjoy your vacation and not be rude to your long-time friend.

And that's when it happened.

Him: will you still be checking your texts?

You: LOL of course… Why?

After a long pause, he responded.

Him: (212) 555-0986

Him: That's my cell phone number. I don't want you to feel pressured into giving me yours if you're uncomfortable about it, though.

You sat there with your jaw on the floor and your heart racing.

He's giving you his number?

You must've been sitting slack-jawed for a little too long because he messaged you again.

Him: Oh geez. I'm sorry. Did I cross the line?

You: NO!

You: Oh goodness no! I was just a bit surprised that you gave me your number…

Him: I just want to make sure you're safe. I hope that's alright?

You: 🥰

You: of course it is

You type his number into your phone and send him a quick "Hi" so he has your number.

Him: Excellent!

You: Now you're really in trouble. You'll be getting messages from me all the time 😂

Him: I was going to say the same to you 😉

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For the next few days, the pair of you texted back and forth like maniacs, and you were thoroughly enjoying his constant 'company.'

As you boarded the plane, he was messaging and asking ALL the questions.

Him: So, what part of NY will you be in?

You: My friend has an apartment in Manhattan, and I'll be staying in his spare room.

Him: What types of things will you be doing? Will it be just you and him?

You: I'm not sure. He said he's got everything planned out, but he's keeping it all a surprise.

You: And yes, it's just me and him.

You: Is it alright if I ask… Are you really in NY?

Him: Yes. And I actually also live in Manhattan.

Your adrenaline was pumping.

Maybe you'd really get to meet him. But you weren't going to hype yourself up just to be disappointed.

You: Alright. I'm on the plane, and the flight attendant is giving me the hairy eyeball. I'll text you when I land 😘

Him: Stay safe, and I'll talk to you soon, Love 💕

Oh lord. This man had your heart in his hands, and you didn't even know his name.

🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓🤲💓

Your trip had been great so far. Your friend brought you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, The Morgan Library and Museum, and The American Museum of Natural History!

However, by the third day, he had a family emergency and needed to fly out to Texas that afternoon. He told you that he could help you pay for a hotel because you wouldn't be able to stay in his apartment. His landlord was super strict about visitors staying without the renter being present.

He apologized profusely as the both of you packed. You told him it was ok, and you completely understood.

After walking him down to the front of his building, where he gave you a big hug, he hailed a cab, leaving you standing there all alone.

*Ping*

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you opened your phone and saw the message flash across your screen.

Him: How's your day been?

You: I've had better.

Him: What's going on?

You let the tears of disappointment run down your cheeks as you poured your heart out and told him everything.

Including the fact that you now had to find a hotel for the remainder of your stay.

~Then~

Your phone rang.

He was calling you.

"Hello?" You sniffled.

"Where are you?" He asked.

Holy shit, was his voice sexy.

"Um… I'm still standing out in front of my friend's apartment," you told him.

"Do you think you can meet me down on Elizabeth Street in Little Italy?" He asked, lowering his voice a bit.

"Sure, it's not far from here. We walked there for dinner last night," you told him as you turned to look in that direction.

"Good. I'll stay on the phone with you until I can see you," he said.

You put on your headset, so you could have both hands to pull your luggage as you navigated your way down a few blocks to get to Elizabeth Street.

"Alright. I see you," he said. "See the Laundromat?"

"Yes…"

"Walk one more store down until you see the red staircase. Take those stairs to the top. I'll meet you on the rooftop," he instructed you right before hanging up.

Well, that's not ominous or anything.

You did as he asked and found your way to the rooftop of said building.

*Ping*

You looked down at your phone to see a message from him.

Him: I'm by the greenhouse.

Your heart was in your throat as you walked to the very dark, overgrown greenhouse.

This was actually happening.

"Hello?" You asked out loud.

"Hey," he said, still standing in the dark.

"Are you gonna come out?" You asked him with a smirk.

"Yes, but before I do… You need to know… I'm a little different…" he warned.

"Aren't we all?" You sassed him, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

"Just… Promise me you won't freak out," he sighed, sounding extremely nervous.

"I promise," you assured him.

You couldn't stop the excited smile that danced across your face as you heard him talking himself up. "Ok… It'll be great," he said to himself softly.

And as he stepped into the moonlight, your excited smile fell to sobering shock.

There he was. In all his glory, towering above you with beautiful green, pebbled skin, huge defined muscles, and kind eyes that seemed as if they could see right into your soul.

He stopped a couple of feet away from you, his eyes turning sad as he assessed your reaction.

"It's you…" you whispered, your shock melting into an emotional smile.

He let out a huff as a relieved smile spread across his handsome face.

Looking up at him with admiration, you took a few steps to close the distance between the two of you. Without thinking, your hand went up to touch his plastron. You caught the quick quirk of his eyebrow ridge right before your fingertips made contact with his chest.

"Oh, geez… I'm so…" you started. But before you could finish, one of his hands was around your wrist and pulling you into his arms.

"I don't mind. I promise," he said, leaning down so he could place your small hand up around his neck.

You felt your breath catch as he pulled you in tight, one hand on the small of your back, as the other came up to cradle your face.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," you marveled, looking into his eyes.

"I think that's supposed to be my line," he teased through a chuckle as he lowered his face to yours, making you blush.

"Would it be too bold of me to ask you to come and stay with me for the rest of your vacation?" He asked, lowering his voice as he bumped his snout against your nose.

"Really?" You breathed out, lips in hopeful pursuit of his, as he pulled his head back to look down at you again.

"Really," he confirmed, dipping back down for a moment and chancing a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

Sliding your hand up to the base of his skull, you pulled him down to you.

"Is this an invitation?" He breathed out, his mouth hovering above yours.

You nodded in response, hoping he'd close the gap, but it wasn't until you whimpered a "Please" that he gave you what you wanted.

Lighter than a feather, he brushed his pout against yours.

Once…

Twice…

Three times…

Teasing you in the most delicious way and making you cling to him like your life depended on it.

His incredible restraint was killing you as he continued his faint kisses, leading to a small moan of disapproval from your throat.

And it broke him.

His arm tightened around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours, firm and soft. The hand that cradled your face slid down toward your chin so his thumb could pull your mouth open.

Because, boy, was he ready for a taste.

His tongue slid through your parted lips and moved against yours. The gasp he pulled from you was rewarded with a sensual moan from him and made him tangle his hand in your hair.

You pulled your body impossibly closer to him as his soft, plush lips massaged yours over and over. The way he maintained a slow, gentle pace was driving you mad.

Taking matters into your own hands, you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, earning you a primal-sounding growl.

He pulled back from the kiss, using a tiny bit of suction when he did, effectively sending a wave of desire through your entire being. That familiar warmth made its way to the apex of your thighs, creating an entirely different level of longing.

"Easy, Love," his voice was husky, as his lips followed your jawline and trailed down the length of your neck, "you're gonna get more than you bargained for."

"You have no idea what I bargained for," you moaned, spurring him on.

A pleasurable ache blossomed as he bit the spot where your neck met the top of your shoulder. Gently, he dragged his teeth closed until his lips took over and sealed the spot. Then he sucked.

Hard.

You gasped as your stomach muscles tightened while you did your best to move your thighs together to relieve some of the growing ache he was inflicting.

He ended his delightful torment with a soothing caress of his tongue on the love mark, followed by a delicate kiss.

His lips found their way back to yours, but for only a moment.

"So, you gonna introduce us?" Came a voice from behind him, "or you gonna eat your friend alive?"

He pulled back and smirked at you before turning his head towards the voice.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm going to introduce you," he said with a naughty grin.

His attention turned back to you, his grin turning sultry. And as your eyes locked, he whispered, "But I'm definitely gonna eat you alive."

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charmikarma · 4 months

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charmikarma's homestuck fanwork rec list

will be updated as i work my way through more things i like :) check under da cut

notes: parentheses indicate the focus(es) of each work, and works with explicit content are marked [E]. gen means there's no specific ship or character focus.

Canon Compliant or Canon-Adjacent Works

Karkat Goes To A Convention, Act 1 by Cole (gen)

i have two pitches for kgtac. here they are:

if you ever find yourself missing homestuck in the old days before postcanon, or even just the old days of homestuck fandom, you should read karkat goes to a convention immediately.

this is the most homestuck thing i have read since homestuck.

act 1 of kgtac is completed, and is the main draw here. act 2 is currently ongoing and is pretty much completely unrelated to act 1. i think it's alright. but act 1 is absolutely a must-read.

Detective Pony by sonnetstuck (dirk)

do i even need to explain this one? it's detective pony. it's a great character study of dirk. i'm sure you've all heard of it. if you haven't read it, go do that now. please.

Jade Route by SPICYYETI (jade)

jade route is a post-epilogues comic following meat!jade who is trapped in a body controlled by calliope. it's a take on the "ending" that the epilogues don't offer. i think it's pretty clever - it does a great job of using the medium. also, it's about jade :) may or may not have had an impact of some size on how i personally read jade.

AU Fics

Crossfire by HappiKatt (gen; dave)

ok, this series only contains one fic (for now). it's called "the calm is terrifying when the storm is all you've known." ok i literally could not put this fic down. it has the best hook i've ever seen. a proper fucking novel. and some of the best character writing i have EVER seen for the whole strilonde family. augh it's so good. and the art is really good too (YES IT'S ILLUSTRATED).

The Eurydice Suite by callmearcturus [E] (gen; davekat)

inception au. some of the coolest action and plot stuff with an ensemble cast i've ever read followed by the best davekat fic i've ever read. really cool stuff.

Catacombs by oxfordRoulette [E] (jadekat; dirkjohn)

another series. it's a d&d-like au. very tongue in cheek about this fact at times. the real draw here is the third fic in the series, Vanitas Vanitatum, which has stellar dirk and john writing. you could read it on its own, but the first two fics are also QUITE good, are about jadekat, and the second one sets up vanitas beautifully, so... you should read all three??? :3c

Miscellaneous

Homestuck Made This World by Ranged Touch (analysis)

hsmtw is a readthrough/analysis podcast whose goal is not to analyze homestuck on its own terms, but to challenge it and put it back into its historical context. it's not the easiest to listen to as a homestuck fan - the hosts are very critical at times, and i don't always agree with their opinions on things that happen in homestuck - but i think the analysis about what homestuck does, tries to do, and is responding to is very important, especially for people who weren't there for homestuck's original run. which... includes me! i read homestuck in 2014. i missed most of the most important homestuck historical moments. in any case, hsmtw changed the way i look at homestuck and other media. highly recommend, at the very least for understanding homestuck's historical context

Sugoi Quest for Kokoro by death420 (gen)

well well well well well well. well. 🤔 well. if it isn't ratchet and fuckin CLANK

DORITOS & FRITOS by bb-panzu (davejade)

good video. has davejade. i'm not an artist or anything but i think there's some kind of artistic genius happening here. it scratches my brain just right.

#mine #homestuck fic rec #i don't think that's a tag. oh well #will update this as i read/watch more things :)

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belethlegwen · 5 months

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You are so wonderful and I hope things smooth out for you sooner rather than later. Obviously you should prioritize yourself first (god knows we all have sooo much good fic of yours to reread), but it leads me to a question I’ve been too shy to ask 👉👈 how do you feel about recursive fic about your fics/characters? Would you be ok with us sharing it with you/others, crediting you for the creation of such good characters of course? I have serious Stranding/Rescue brainworms and it’s making me want to write drabble & fluff for the first time in a long time 💕 of course it’s fine if you’d be more comfortable with me not posting it — either way, thank you soooo much for sharing this lovely world & worldbuilding & all the characters within. I will be rotating them in my head for years no matter what 🙇

Hello and good morning! Or afternoon, I'm not sure. I'm drafting this answer over a late breakfast because I got a precious day of sleeping-in and I'm still thinking deeply about it.

Firstly: I want to hug you so tight (if you were down) because this is wildly sweet and flattering, thank you so so much for reaching out at all even just about the works, but the wishes that things smooth out are highly appreciated ;-; We're looking… solid? Right now? But there's still so much up in the air and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I won't bore you with it, it's not the reason I'm drafting this out.

ABOUT RECURSIVE WORKS [very long, read under the cut, tl:dr summary at the end]:

I would love it. I would genuinely, honestly love it, with the caveats that you laid out that proper credit would be given (thank you so much you lovely beautiful soul), that it be clarified wherever it is shared that it's based on characters/settings/storylines of the current works, but truly importantly that it would clarify that the works are actively still being written at this time.

That's my biggest hesitation, if I'm being honest. The stories are both at this time unfinished (they are all unfinished, I am a creature with heavy need to process things through writing and, quelle surprise, I am never truly finished processing anything, new shit just needs to get processed, wheeeee) and being that they're unfinished, there's a chance that any recursive work could hit on a scene/plotpoint/moment that I've already got plotted out for the future. I'm not Neil Gaiman or anything, I'm not planning to make money off of this work, so it's not my concern that you or anyone else is gonna turn around and try to sue me for stealing something or whatever-- that's not the problem. I just don't want you or anyone to feel at that point that the effort you put into something was then copied and put in the main work or something.

It's an odd situation. The odds of it actually BEING a problem I know are astronomically low, but I didn't get to where I am today without chronically overthinking everything.

I love that you have a desire to create, and I do not know who you are-- I don't know if you already have projects and characters of your own and just want to branch out with something familiar-but-new, but I want to encourage you to use this energy and focus for writing all the same. If you can put it into your own works, hell yeah, but also: yes I would be flattered if you used my dorks and their silly little worlds. It's just the concern where I'm not finished with the stories yet. I just am, again, overthinking and overworrying, likely, but if I could stop doing those things then life would presumably be easier.

I would be absolutely down for like, experimental works I believe is the best term for what I'm looking for. Characters and stories based off of my works that are wholly new. Want to write a refracted AU about Melinda and Hank in Space? Fuck yeah, yes. Though I mentioned this to Zip and they immediately told me No, We're Doing That One and we laughed about it for a hot minute, so maybe not exactly those names hahaha

I guess another question here is, if you were to put in the effort and the focus and the pride of writing something based on my characters, of a scene you had in your head, and got through the beauty and pain of creation to get it down and then put it out there, how would you feel if something similar then happened in the main work? Not the same, not based on what you did, but that similarity still there and still noticeable at least to you. Like if someone had written (before I had posted them) something similar to Melanie being involved in a Naval battle, even though I have the receipts that that arc was written in November of 2022 and only finished posting in September 2023, I don't know how they would feel to still see that like, a similar idea had been there.

On one hand, personally, I love being in the G/t community and reading other people's works when I have the spoons and focus and time to do it, because I love that something as simple as "small person falls and big person catches them" permeates the ideas so often, and what that can mean to dozens of different creators. Refracting the same light through a diamond and watching the facets all scatter it differently, etc etc. It's beautiful. It makes me happy. But that's a personal thought, and I know how deep and personal writing can be. I know how much the process of creation can mean to the individual. I don't want you to go through that, to write something beautiful even if just for yourself, and then think in some possibility later that because I did something similar I was trying to do it 'better' or whatever. It's not the case, it's never the case.

So, after chatting about this with people I love in this community (I love you Zip and Kelly <3), I think the solution is: If you want to chat with me about the like, basic bare-bones of the ideas you might have just to give me a heads up, and I can let you know if it's something that'll be in the main works soon and if I'd rather you wait on something, or if I'd go 'oh fuck yeah, go ham', I would adore to chatter away with you about it all regardless. I'd love to chatter with you about writing in general! My characters, your characters, whatever. I'm down. Please feel free to hit me up and I'll get back to you whenever I can <3

Let me know what you think! Thank you so much for the sweet message and the ask!

Cheers,

~ Belle

[TL;DR]

When it comes to recursive works I'm interested and open to them provided they're not something major/heavy I'm planning to tackle too soon in the future canon, as the works are still being written and posted. I am always down to receive DMs about writing, and would prefer to get messages about the recursive fic ideas (as vague as you'd like them to be!) just so I can give a quick yes/no on if it's something I'd rather you wait on until I can get it out myself, or whathaveyou. I don't see this being a huge problem, and if you're good for chatting then I'm positive we'll have a good time with this <3

Writing recursive fics for my existing, in-progress works means agreeing to the caveats that credit be given to me and the existing works, and clarifying when posting that the fic is not canon and the works they're referencing/possibly based on are still in progress/being written. It also means accepting that there is a chance that things tackled in your fics may be similar to things that have not yet been posted for said works.

When it comes to experimental fiction based on my characters, settings, or plot: hell yeah go full 50 Shades if you want to. File the serial numbers off of it and/or write something New Enough. It's what I did to Jonathan Swift, please feel free to do it to me hahaha.

Shortest answer: Yes, just send me a quick message first <3

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t author #g/t writing #gtauthor #author thoughts #gt #asks and answers #For real I am extremely down for messages about this kind of thing!#And would love to yammer with folks about it if they wanted #Sorry about how long and rambly this was but inside me there are two wolves #and neither of them will shut up #Having issues posting this for some reason so I'm gonna try again

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nothums-from-tj · 5 months

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What is your hc on boomercup? for me, I think they bonded over the fact that they are the odd ones out of their siblings. Brick and Butch are always together doing things Blossom and Bubbles doing things together, and Buttercup and Boomer are just left out, not that they want to do the things their siblings are doing I also hc that boomer moved out like when he was 15-16 so that just adds to how estranged his relationship with his brothers is whilst buttercup is going out all the time with her friends just so she doesn't have to see how close her sisters are and how estranged she is and I also hc that they both were the last to get together so their siblings mostly blossom and bubbles set up double dates just so they make buttercup and boomer be together

I’m literally so excited someone asked me abt them I’m like in tears. This is a super long post just to give you a heads up

Just rq I feel like with how oblivious the two are they’d be like “why are we literally being dragged on a date” and then ditch their siblings to hang out with each other, said siblings laughing at them when they finally get together like “that’s literally WHY WE INVITED YOU BOTH WE BASICALLY FORCED YOU ON A DATE WITH EACH OTHER” “oh”

Ok so a one-shot I actually had in mind basically touches upon exactly that also loosely inspired by “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez (full idea beneath the cut), although my main work right now—the fic I have going (you can find it under the tbmg tag I have on this post and my pinned) is Boomer being impulsive to try to impress some girl in a class they all share by trying to be “good” and so asking for help, and given it’s the most-behaved Ruff and the least-behaved Puff and somewhere along the line they’re still classified as a villain and a hero respectively despite not being too different fundamentally and it’s mostly a character study in that aspect while still building their friendship before getting them together. I like to think that as crime lessens in the future the Ruffs mostly stop having contact with Mojo and low contact with HIM providing they’re mainly just tools to them unlike the Puffs to Professor, who he sees as his children and created them specifically to have children in his life. Boomer, in Buttercup’s opinion, is the most annoying since he’s as much of an instigator as she is. For the most part they lose contact with the other groups save for Boomer and sometimes Brick just trying to have a bit of fun by getting on their nerves and eventually only really focus on Buttercup since she’s the only one to still give them a reaction

That, and it’s nice to have someone that can actually match each other’s strength—they mostly get into fights when having a rough day, when they need to either beat the shit out of someone until they feel better or it means violence is still some kind of physical contact that says there’s some kind of care in it, good or bad

This is sort of what I’m alluding to at the start of said fic that I’ll try to delve into further into the next chapter or the one following. During the next chapter is when I have them actually chatting and getting to actually know one another aside from any insecurities to jab at to initiate a fight

I have another hc I’ll put in a rb here at a later date bc it deals with some heavier topics (EDIT: some are featured here)

Alright one-shot idea:

It’s the girls’ 15th birthday, a Saturday, and Buttercup has always been the first to pick on her sisters right and it seems that’s the only way she really knows how to make connections which is a little bit what @milksteaki touched upon in her (edited to use proper pronouns) hcs as far as how she “flirts” with Boomer (not quite the same, it’s close enough), and I doubt her sisters would ever fully understand that

Especially as they get older I have a feeling Blossom and Butters would argue a bit more given they’re probably the two who bear the most insecurities and they’re so alike in sometimes getting on what really makes people tick. Anyway they probably had one the night before bc Buttercup is sometimes just so intense they don’t really know how to take it the way her sisters do and it literally scares their friends, especially when BC’s friend group are boys who roughhouse or are able to match her competitive nature and they mention this to her sisters in private who then try to relay the message to Buttercup or they try to encourage their friends to tell her straight up bc she really doesn’t mean any harm. Either way, Buttercup either didn’t invite her friends for those reasons or was told to invite someone else and she doesn’t have anybody else, that or everyone was busy/had games/whatever else. Blossom asks Buttercup not to “scare the guests” and she, in a bout of teenage angst, takes it as “don’t show up”

After that she’s left alone in the room and her immediate thought is to contact Boomer to play basketball at a park or something—just the two of them, since all he was really doing was either trying to ignore Brick and Butch fight or, providing you’re the second person I’ve known of to hc Boomer moving out as a teenager, he’s doing absolutely nothing and is more than happy to hang out with someone

They chat during the game and sometimes after shots—not like it’s a real game anyway—and Buttercup mentions that she’s been “kicked out for the day” or that she fought with Blossom again, really anything to keep from sharing too many details and it works as Boomer continues to say that he’s so glad to not really be around his brothers like that anymore. While Boomer is never the one really involved with Brick and Butch��s spats, he feels left out and like no one pays attention to him in kind of the opposite of how Bubbles feels

It’s late afternoon when Blossom finds her after realizing Buttercup isn’t in the room sulking or looking for privacy but straight up left, and only then did she realize Buttercup probably had no intention of showing up and felt horrible—they’re a tight-knit group, even with the arguing they both miss their sister terribly and their birthday is never too fun without the third

Another argument starts out since Blossom’s concerned and Buttercup’s pissed and they eventually forget Boomer’s there for a minute—at least Buttercup, until:

“You said you didn’t want me there!”

“I never said that! All I wanted was for the guests to have a good time!”

“Forget them, Blossom—it’s our birthday! I should be able to enjoy the day, too!”

Boomer’s heart sinks as he’s looking between the two as they argue and his voice is softer than he ever expects: “It’s your birthday today?”

Her heart stops when she remembers about his presence and how she was actively avoiding that detail and she can’t even think about a response, Blossom’s as silent as she is, and he just looks hurt that he was never told and about everything that’s already been said, “Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?”

“It’s no big deal, Boomer. If I cared enough, I would’ve said something.”

“I care. The least I could’ve done is, I don’t know, made you dinner or something.”

They discuss to talk about it later since the most important thing is that Blossom wants her there for cake and they’ve refused to even light the candles without her there. They make up, there’s probably some tears, and Boomer is then invited to every party (he also probably makes a little friendship bracelet or a favorite snack as a gift that he brings to her in the midst of the night)

#tbmg #tj shares #tj writes #kinda #💥🌼#boomercup #asks #buttercup x boomer #boomer x buttercup #long post #headcanons #ship headcanons

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urlocallesbiab · 1 year

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ok folks, inspired by This Post (thank you for inspiration and ideas, @agent-p-94/@generalized-incompetence!), i present to you:

brotzly fake dating couple's therapy au; in the form of tumblr messages/a campfire story/an unwitten fic rundown

me: the thing is, they'd PASS

within 10 minutes of knowing each other they'd get so PISSED OFF it'd fill up an entire therapy session

just "YOU NEVER SHUT UP" and "YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME" and "I'VE NEVER MET A DUMBER PERSON" and "I'M SICK TO DEATH OF YOU CRITIQUING MY MUSIC TASTE" and "YOUR DRIVING SKILLS ARE GOING TO GET US KILLED I SWEAR TO GOD" nonstop rapid-fire with therapist barely able to squeeze a "gentlemen, please!" inbetween

and then they'd stumble out of the building and LAUGH, laugh so hard they'd be clinging to each other near falling to the ground, todd croaking that this is the best stress-release activity he'd done in YEARS, dirk clutching his stomach and crying and highlighting the best of todd insults

both would admit this is the BEST first date ever and schedule the next therapy session

every time they'd spend like 10-30 minutes getting to know each other better, and then full 45 just kvetching, sometimes just YELLING at the top of their lungs to their hearts' delight at the therapist office

agent: The best of Todd insults!!! Omg

They just argue nonstop anyway it's just a space to do that

me: and one day dirk would bring in rings, just plain metal ones (but no one has to know), justify that well, if this is a marriage ruse we might as well up our game, right? but he'd be weirdly skittish and self-conscious about it, like he's overstepping an invisible boundary; but todd would be *down* for it — he would be down for most of dirk's stupid bullshit, it's been so long since he's done any proper good shenanigans, since his life was even half this fun!

and then he'd try on the ring and laugh again because it *doesn't fit*, and dirk would get half-jokingly defensive that he didn't know his size!!, and todd would let him take the measuremnts (bc for what purpose would he know his own ring finger size), and dirk's breath would catch holy and uncomfortably

next time, dirk would get him a good, fitting ring, and it'd make weird things shift in his stomach

agent: OR it would be the RIGHT size, holistically

And he's like well I have to wear it now

And maybe they actually stumble upon something real in the middle of it - Dirk is going full monologue about the dishwasher and he says something and todd stops yelling back and looks unusually affected and is like wait...really? And then they just stare at each other for a minute and Todd is like ...I never knew that. And then they stare some more. And then the therapist is like ummm our time is up? I'm just gonna... Go? And then they're really quiet on the drive home but the next morning they have a new understanding

me: DIRK LETTING HIS TRAUMA PEEK THROUGH AND TODD ACCEPTING IT WHOLEHEARTEDLY

it's silent the whole ride, but just before he drops dirk off (dirk had been BANNED from the wheel since their first date/session) he goes "so, this..... [dryly, as not to disturb, sums up dirk's thing] it's real?"

dirk, usually so talkative, just helplessly shrugs, then shakes his head at himself, then somberly nods a few times, confirming that yes.

todd puts a hand on his knee and goes "dude. this is messed up. i'm so sorry."

dirk just nods some more, tearing up, because even though the words are simple, he's never heard anyone say them, never dared to share, and it hits him so deeply and painfully to be finally validated

he stumbles home, and cries for the whole evening, and feels lighter than usual afterwards

agent: The tragicomedy of falling in love with your own husband...........

me: i think for WORST results they agree it's just a fun platonic thing for shits and giggles before they meet up for the first time

and like, in the therapist's office they're this TERRIBLE couple who HATES each other, and outside of it they're just two guys being dudes, and romance, even fake, exists only in glimpses and doorways, and when the pit of longing opens, there's utterly nothing to stuff in it but stolen glances.

farah is the same therapist's normal patient with actual mental health issues she's trying to work through, and when they meet her in the waiting lobby for the first time they UTTERLY FAIL to convince her that their shtick is real, so they resort to *begging* her not to sell them out, and even though she's really on the fence about the whole thing and is unsure if it's morally okay to do, she gives in to dirk's Professional Puppy Eyes

after a while she gets unashamedly invested and demands they fill her in on the newest lies

maybe in one of dirk's bluffs/"attempts to hone the backstory" he invites himself to todd's apartment to better learn his habits and where he lacks in his homesteading

("well, when do i get to learn what chores do *you* fuck up?" todd asks playfully

"oh, just all of them!" dirk answers nonchalantly

in truth, he just doesn't want todd to see his barely lived-in, depressinly dirty short-term rented apartment. in the time dirk's been here, this city hasn't started feeling any more like a home.

in truth, dirk posted that stupid craigslist ad on his first week here, drunk and lonely and in mood for hijinks and out of his mind desperate for human connection; todd was actually looking for some simple one-off jobs to earn some quick buck, but couldn't resist a Stupid Idea when it dangled itself in his face)

todd gives him a quick tour, dirk half-heartedly criticizes the 3 dirty dishes in the sink and the mildly overflowing laundry hamper, and then for most of the evening they drink beer and play card games with todd's trusty ratty 10 years old deck that misses a jocker and a two of hearts (they decide to forgo the twos altogether) but overall is fine, dirk teaches him a couple of weird local games he'd picked up over the years, then tries to do card tricks but gets half of them wrong, they laugh a lot, todd makes grilled cheese, dirk says that if they ever feel the need to add a dash of appreciation into their sessions — just for some contrast and zest — then he'll admit that he *adores* todd's cooking, todd smiles bashfully and says man that's just some grilled cheese it's not that big of a deal

they pass out on the couch together, and dirk wakes up with a sore neck, sour mouth, and entangled limbs, and feels so at peace and right, and doesn't move, wishes for todd to sleep for longer, just so they could stay like this

then they find out todd doesnt have a spare toothbrush, so dirk has to make do with some gum while todd apologizes profusely

todd's got a shift in the late morning, so they do an awkward half-hug with back-patting, and dirk leaves

when dirk's getting himself a late breakfast at the corner store, he almost buys himself a toothbrush to keep in todd's apartment; then discards the thought; then buys it anyway, but tells himself it's a spare one for his own home, for when he'll need to throw the old one out. he never brings up the toothbrush thing around todd.

also he thinks it's a shame he couldn't brush his teeth, because then he could've kissed todd without worrying about bad breath; he discards that thought even quicker and farther

during one of the sessions, todd accidentaly makes a comment that actually gets to dirk, that makes him feel self-conscious and inadequate and upset

after they've done for the day, dirk asks if this is how todd *really* feels about him?.. todd says no, of course not! all of this is in good fun, just a friendly yelling match. he'd never say *anything* with an actual intention to hurt dirk; now that dirk brought that comment up, todd's never going to repeat it

"you seem like a good guy, you know? i genuinely like you," todd says

dirk feels very very warm

and maybe they sometimes spend time after the sessions too, and sometimes even on free days, just hanging out, relaxed and having fun, enjoying the company

and maybe one day it goes a little too well, and dirk gets a little too brave, and admits to todd that he's started feeling some kind of romantic interest, and asks if he would maybe like an actual date some other time

todd snaps at him.

tells dirk that he's only seen glimpses of todd, that these joke-sessions and little hang-outs show almost nothing of the real him, that he's a *mess*, that dirk doesn't know what he's getting himself into and should back off, that todd's a horrible person who's not worth the trouble

dirk tries to get to him, but todd gets even more defensive, even more closed off, pushes him away, makes that awful painful comment he'd promised he wouldn't say.

they don't show up for the next session.

dirk mops by the building on the scheduled day anyway, because he dislikes his routines disrupted when it's not him doing that, and because he's got nowhere to go, and because he secretly hopes todd will come around anyway (he doesn't.)

he meets farah after her actual session: she's had a Bad one today and is distraught, and dirk suggests they get hammered together. farah thinks it's an unhealthy coping mechanism, but after all of 15 seconds of deliberating she agrees

then she cries into his shoulder about her family and expectations and failed police exams and that she's a *failure* and will never get better, and he shakes her by the shoulders and near-yells that she's AMAZING, and fuck her family, and all cops are bastards anyway! she gets affronted and mentions her brothers and father, then realizes those people Are fucking bastards, then laughs and agrees with dirk and cries some more

dirk spills his entire conundrum, start to finish, only 5 useless tangents for the length of the whole thing which is not too bad of a ratio by his own measures, and farah tells him that todd's bullshit is Bullshit, capital B! if therapy taught her *anything* is that any person is capable of change ("you don't need to change yourself though," dirk pipes up; "YEAH, IM FUCKING PERFECT!" farah answers triumphantly), that this is just stupid excuses for excuses! (yeah!) and if dirk thinks that *farah*, with All her failures and fuck-ups, is not a lost cause (of course not!), then neither is todd! (damn, you're making a point!)

they swap some more personal stories, farah almost has a lesbian crisis in front of him but decides to throw up instead, and they leave the bar mostly in good spirits

dirk sleeps all of it off, but the next morning, even though Severely Hangover, he is no less determined.

he stakes out todd's apartment building (he did drop him off the first time; and even though he doesn't remember the adress for shit after all this time, he Luckes Out [after stubbornly cruising the general area for two hours straight])

and confronts him. tells todd that their friendship has been meaningful for dirk, no matter how little todd might think of it. (todd winces. he doesn't say it, but all of this was close to his heart too; he never meant to come off like he did, save for coming clean as an asshole; he *does* care about dirk, rather unreasonably much.) that dirk doesn't ask todd to give *him* a chance, but give *himself* a chance. that no person is irredeemable.

todd is eerily quiet. he invites dirk in, makes him some tea. sits silently at the table for a few minutes. and then, it all spills out: what he'd done to his band, to his *sister*, to himself; what a true actual hopeless horrible Asshole he is. he gets almost angry halfway through, voice rising, — either at dirk or at himself, it's not clear. dirk sits it all out. tells todd that is isn't the worst it could've been. todd begins to snap at him, but bites his mouth, and just buries his head in his arms, hiding. his head is so very heavy. dirk gives him a small solemn lecture about how past perfomance is not a predictor of future results, how it's never late to just *stop* being an asshole. how he's dirk's friend, how he's been kind to him, and dirk trusts him to continue to be kind, to build his life forward. ("*kind* to you? after i'd said that [hurtful thing] — the second time, *deliberately?" todd is bitter and baffled. "i forgive you for it. that's what friends do." dirk says like it's obvious). dirk places his trust in todd. todd struggles to process all that, he just lies on the table neither crying nor breathing; dirk talks to fill up the space, and to make good use of his trust. he tells todd all about his childhood trauma, in great, visceral detail, like he's pulling his guts out; he starts crying halfway through. todd hugs him really, really hard, and doesn’t let go for a while.

todd promises he'll come clean to amanda. dirk promises he'll start looking into therapy for his cptsd. they promise to each other they're friends, best friends.

they come in for the last fake-session with that therapist, just to tie a pretty bow on this whole thing: to tell them they're finally getting divorced, and will not require their services anymore. poor person breaks with an actual heavy sigh of *relief*.

dirk starts seeing a new therapist — not this one, thankfully; farah recommends him an old one she used to work with. she couldn't quite find a good rhythm with him, but she thinks he might be a nice match for dirk. he ends up being exactly that.

todd isn't yet ready for therapy, and dirk is accepting of that. amanda's not talking to him anymore, and he's *not* taking it in stride, but he's holding up as best as he can, and dirk holds his hand through it.

they do have an Actual Date with Romantic Intenstions — it goes remarkably well, even though they bicker for half the duration of it. it's all in good fun <3

they don't wear the rings anymore, but keep them as a memento; both feel weirdly sentimental about them. dirk does finally buy a new toothbrush for himself to keep in todd's apartment.

farah does end up having a lesbian crisis in front of her therapist, the one that todd and dirk have been torturing. poor soul.

#dghda #dirk gently's holistic detective agency (tv 2016)#dghda au #writing #vika's personal dghda tag #vikarambles #dirk gently #todd brotzman #brotzly #farah black #<- only a bit tho; but she's plot-important!#long post #I Guess #fake couple's therapy brotzly au

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Random thoughts about Mikami and Light pt.2 very long...

most of these are from Twitter and my old post 2017

>>> These are just my imagination and maybe personal preference please don’t take them personally

i just want to write and keep this here bc i like to delete my stuff a lot

part. 1 here

Thread 1 : 14 February, 2023 (about interior of mikami’s apartment)

Anime - looks like his bedroom is upstairs (and his bdsm dunge- i mean his study room maybe is on the same floor as the living room with rly long corridor

Manga - his study room is downstairs He has a 2-level condo….

Financially stable is my dream BL scenario (....)

Thread 2 : 14 February, 2023 (another topic)

Valentine Day

Light got many chocos so he shared them with his colleagues.. (they're jealous of him lol) Mikami got some from secret admirers but he gave them to his secretary lol

Light has already gotten used to it while Mikami just thinks they're not rly important (his secretary and subordinates said he's too serious/no fun) and Mikami doesn't like when ppl snack on the job fuuu

Then Mikami sent flowers/cooks a romantic dinner for Light The idea of Light sending the flower to other people at his office is very funny jfjd

Thread 3 : 21 February, 2023

I like the idea of Light already getting used to being idolized by his peers so when ppl rly got so obsessed with him (Misa or Mkami) he got annoyed

Mikami keeps calling him "god" and keeps pampering him but sometimes it's just get annoying I think Light only likes it when Mikami can do his "kira's job" perfectly But sometimes it's getting on his nerves wwww

Random gag story [beware] Light try to bribe Ryuk with apples, so Mikami won't find him (bc he's not in the mood for Mikami's random worship talks about him)

Ryuk : yea he's boring and he likes to ignore me, for once I'm on ur side Light (he said this bc of apples)

The next day Mikami bribes Ryuk more with a whole box of apples, Now ryuk likes Mikami more and betrayed Light loml

Thread 4 : 7 March, 2023

Mikami has strong liver

College-era Mikami bought cheap beers and noodle cups while studying hard for the exam after graduation he started to fix his lifestyle ww

Thread 5 : 7 March, 2023 (talking about Translating Japanese fic on pixiv)

Light > "I had only thought of him (Mikami) as a man who walked around dressed in cool, calm, and decent clothes. But your attitude...your outburst is like a jealous woman." (Idk if the wording is right hmm Im trying to translate this jp mikalight fic )

Remember canon, I kinda feel bad for Takada like ok she's Mikami's "friend". They have dinner together, Mikami picked her up as kira spokesperson then Mikami just ok les kill her bye (but this is why he failed lol)

It just shows how Mikami is so detached from ppl wwww Bc in my hc, i know sooner or later Mikami will get very jealous and regret introducing Takada to light (if I'm following BL route lol), And light won't like it if he bc too emotional (bc its so unexpected of Mikami)

Mikami talks to light, he seems calm but his grip on his shoulder is too tight it starts to hurt. Light told him i need this for investigation, I need to keep pretending. Don't talk about Kiyomi like that. Light tried to get his hand off violently but he accidentally punched him ww

“I hadn't punched anyone since Ryuzaki. But this is the first time that I have been one-sidedly violent. the guilt of hitting someone burns in my throat” thought Light

Thread 6 : 2 April, 2023

I wonder what is a proper tag for 照月 since actual Teruzuki is a warship, so its all just pics of kancolle girl sometimes

"Shining moon" or "illuminated moon" is very pretty.. But in the end, Mikami failed him so Light won't shine again (huh)

Thread 7 : 23 April, 2023

something... something about succubus Light and priest Mikami wanting to go into ero territory but also a gag scenario where Mikami worshipping him or something like a false god; so it kinda leads to misunderstanding... cherry boi Mikami power

Thread 8 : 25 April, 2023

since DN took place around 2000-2010

I wonder if ppl make those cute gijinkas of Kira-tan and L-tan like in 2ch

there are some cute gijinka of SCP... (and uh corona-chan) and something ...... I think they're kinda tasteless but it's 2ch/4ch lol

the idea of Moe Kira-tan all over the internet telling ppl not to do crimes asjdlask

Misa will like it but she's disappointed bc Kira (light) is a prince! not a loli😂

light acts like he doesn't care and it gives him a headache (kinda hurts his pride)

L is amused by it and told Watari to buy that very rare garage kits figure at Wonfes just to piss Light off

Mikami hates them so much that he keeps threatening those otakus in 2ch post bc YOU HAVE TO RESPECT our KIRA-sama (but ended up buying those figures and making an altar)

Thread 9 : 27 April, 2023

Rereading fic from this doujin where Mikami got Saturday night palsy bc of Lighto.... at the same time I feel bad but it's kind cute((( lol

Idk how to tl but >>> The doctor examined Mikami's arm and asked him if he had a "gf". Mikami was embarrassed and admitted that he did. The doctor then said that he knew the cause of Teru's sore arm - it was due to his "gf" sleeping on it every night

Thread 10 : 20 May, 2023

Kira wins au, where Light has to meet his family (before he left ) Sayu still recovering from the kidnapping accident and Sachiko still struggling with everything but she's glad Light is still alive Idk where I can put mklt in here

Light only told Mikami about his meeting with Sachiko for the last time before they elope (www) They're not interested in talking about their family he thinks Mikami won't care about them and just move on

But Mikami will respond by randomly talking about her dead mom just trying to sympathize with Light (he's trying) but it makes everything more awkward for Light (like.. okay?) They never talk about their family again for years lol

Thread 11 : September 18th, 2018 (from a really old ask about ship?)

Anonymous: Mikalight 6+7

6) hm they don’t have rly canon moments (but i don't like their anime moments— idk the phone scene – the ending -w-

the reason i like mikalight is bc of that scene where Mikami roasting light so yeah that (anime) yellow warehouse scene is mehhh

7)oh fav hc… (i have weird hcs sorry-

both of them are just… weird? kind of disturbing for outsiders (like in Ryuk’s pov) but that’s how they show their love to each other, no… like… in …yandere way (lol) i don’t know how to explain it ahaha =w=

from the outside - in public, they look normal but on the inside,,, hahah

(i think what makes it weird bc they look so normal and professional so this is like gap moe or something like that…

like I have this stupid hc where Mikami likes to collect Light’s strand of hair from his brush and keep it on his personal desk (he likes to stare at them) maybe he’s thinking how much he appreciates Light lol I don’t really know why I have this HC it just really stuck on my head asdasf

and light likes to play with Mikami’s eyelids when he sleeps (I always think Light only likes Mikami because of his shinigami eyes xD not like him with Misa…) and Light always thinks “should I really trust him? I can find another replacement but idk why I still choose to stay with him,” light is still confident but there’s a small voice inside of his head telling him not to trust Mikami bc maybe… just maybe he will kill him when light lose haha but the light won’t allow it. he’s Mikami’s Kami after all ;w;

for normal hc mikami and light can switch in tsukkomi/boke moment lol

#mikalight #text postan

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wetcatspellcaster · 7 months

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“But instead I thought, 'hey, you know, I get it. Break ups are hard. There's obviously some anger there, and you've had no one to express it to. Maybe it’s ok you built a house instead of coming to help, despite being literally invulnerable’. So I talked to Wyll, and we started inviting him to things. We checked in on him, we offered to let him join us on missions - though he never came. We tried to make him feel... included.”

Karlach ran her fingers through her hair, “I invited him to my birthday party - can you imagine that man, the way he is now, with a bunch of my friends, at my birthday? My first proper party, in fucking years, never mind my first birthday since I was freed from Avernus for good? Astarion was… horrible. Angry. Prowling like an animal. All but spitting on everyone else there, just for the sin of being people, you know, with flaws, and with their mistakes and their lives. Someone said something silly, and he charmed them, right there in front of me. Asked them to admit they were an idiot. He only stopped because I asked him to, and I saw it - the moment in his eyes, when he remembered I was a person he was supposed to care about. It took him longer than it should. And it was like he didn’t even consider the rest of them to be real people, just extensions of me.”

“But… we kept trying. We made things smaller, so it was just us, like the good old days. But… he just got worse. Crueller. At first, he only hurt himself, hosting those big grand parties with every vice under the sun, that he clearly hated, and fucking everything that moved, just to prove he could. And then when, surprise! That didn’t make him any less fucking miserable! He just started lashing out at us. Made us meet him at the Caress. Told us all the terrible things he was doing, just so they had an audience beyond himself. The things he used to say to Wyll…”

Thank you for the ask! :D

So, as I said in the chapter endnotes, this was my first time writing Karlach properly (you will note that she now keeps coming up in An Honest Lie bc I awkwardly have to pretend she's always been there, and everything else I wrote was Early Access). I was super nervous when posting! 1. bc she's a new character and I found her voice difficult to get down. 2. bc she's the fan favourite and right out of the gate, I was making her suffer :-)

Saying all that, Karlach was a really fun POV for this fic and this chapter's development specifically bc while she is self-sacrificing, I also think she is not as much so as Wyll, or my Tav. She's been through too much shit in her life and been burned by trusting people like Gortash, so if a guy looks shady af and treats her like shit, I think she has absolutely has a cut-off point, no matter who that person is or was to her in her past. She isn't just going to suffer for the sake of it, she will call a bastard a bastard if she needs to... unlike the resident martyrs of the party.

So yeah. I had Astarion ruin a birthday party :') This is partly bc, for all that this fic deals with Astarion's villain era, I'm not a Dead Dove girlie, so I needed the evil things he does to have emotional impact without being gruesome or triggering. I figured ruining our Best Gal's birthday would be a pretty effective crime to add to the list.

Why was Astarion a bitch at this birthday? A number of reasons. The first is that it hurt to see Karlach and Wyll happy and free of infernal influence. The second is that... Astarion is just forgetting how it works to be around people. Manipulating people he's still got down, but just... being in a space? With people he cannot control and has no power over, who he just has to let slip up and fumble and be generally choatic around him? I imagine the inhuman monster isolated and frozen in time without his soul forgot that pretty quickly, after a year without anybody but those he bought to his side on his own terms.

It truly is as Karlach says: he got angry at others "just for the sin of being people". Astarion is no longer human/mortal, and he cannot relate to humans anymore. He also cannot stand seeing other people happy in ways that did not require any supernatural aid or sacrifice - a reminder that he could've done it that way, if he'd been brave enough to risk it - and he also doesn't like people who seem undeserving of that happiness - ie. people who just seem to be 'doing fine' without any seeming effort.

What did the person who was charmed say to trigger it? Well, I think they were maybe one of those type of people: an average guy who'd stumbled into something good that he didn't really deserve through circumstances that were not his doing. I imagined him as a pretty arrogant mercenary that would be in Karlach/Wyll's wider circle of friends (a guest of a guest, say, in the adventuring trade), who is bragging and peacocking and isn't really a good person? Just an alright one? But talking about himself like he's the dog's bollocks. And Astarion got bored of him talking and so he charmed him and humiliated him, bc he was frustrated with this random man's existence and also bored.

In regards to the final paragraph, I struggle to imagine Ascended!Astarion as someone who is crass enough to often resort to violence. I imagine his brand of cruelty as being a lot more psychologically driven. For all that game Astarion brags about loving to kill, his arsenal is, ultimately, emotional and sexual manipulation first and foremost. So in this 'descent into villainy' (again, the non-dead dove edition), I tried to make Astarion's evil manifest by making people physically and emotionally uncomfortable through his behaviour. Pushing them to see how far they'd break, or how far they'd compromise themselves and their morals to be around him. Especially people like Wyll and Karlach, who would care if he hurt himself or make up narratives about how it was a cry for help. I think partly, Ascended!Astarion loves to watch these characters twist themselves into knots trying to find excuses for his behaviour, striving to remain kind to him and remain his friend even as it gets harder and harder. And also, maybe, somewhere, it's a fun test for him - to prove that people still care, that he still has people who care for him, until they don't and they're gone.

DVD commentary ask

#wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #asks #ask games #dvd commentary ask #ooooh boy you chose a heavy section to analyse! but i hope the answers were interesting xx

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quensty · 7 months

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hello all. as u can see ur assassins failed to kill me last night so i'm back to clogging ur dash w a tag game.

i was tagged by @moondal514 (hi bestie <3) to answer 20 questions tailored for fic writers. moondal my love u will regret giving me this opportunity <3

🪿 how many works do you have on ao3?

36! i've been existing in the mid-30-ish range for a good while now. it's starting to piss me off. i post things and then get scared they suck and delete and the cycle repeats.

🪿 what's your total ao3 word count?

153,155 *pops champagne*

🪿 what fandoms do u write for?

am i supposed to list all of them? i'm not doing that 😑🤚 if ur interested ya'll can check out the list here

🪿 what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

men abort mission is definitely my most popular fic (10,856 kudos, it's deeply embarrassing). then it's your crown of thorns holds roses (5,153 kudos, slightly less embarrassing); right hand on his rifle (522 kudos, still embarrassing but at least it's much better writing); kiss me like a snapped guitar string (480 kudos); and love, war, and other exit wounds (468 kudos, which is fucking news to me. i had no idea the kudos had climbed that high)

🪿 do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i do! i like it :D i like ppl to see that i saw their comment and appreciated it. i also do it cos, like, fandom is entirely abt fan-to-fan interaction. fanfic is no different. the point is that i want to engage w other fans and TALK abt stuff. i think it's fun! i've met a lot of friends this way.

🪿 what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

100% would be altschmerz. i don't fix anything in that fic. in fact i probably make everything worse. logan still dies and he never has a proper relationship w laura and the world still sucks. and i sprinkle in some complicated relationships with latinidad while i'm at it. but i love it <3

🪿 what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is a difficult thing to judge cos most of my fics have happy or at least hopeful endings, but i think the fic that has the most rewarding happy ending is keep on keeping on, dean winchester. the first couple of chapters are meant to be absolute hell. but i offset that by ending the story with everyone happy and alive and together :)

🪿 do you get hate on fics?

no i am perfect <3

🪿 do you write smut? if so, what kind?

throughout all my time in fandom the answer to this has been no. but then i did this thing where i watched iwtv 2022, and my whole world shifted on its axis. so YES, i do, in fact, now write smut. occasionally. i have no idea how to respond to "what kind." it is gay sex.

🪿 do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

ok when i first answered this question i said lifeboat, a sense8 aftg fic in 2 (if u've read it ur eligible for financial compensation), but i change my mind. most unhinged thing i've ever written is 100% between the desire and the spasm, which, i kid you not, is an all the president's men fusion, which, in case u don't know, is a movie abt watergate. WATERGATE.

🪿 have you ever had a fic stolen?

i feel like the answer is yes, but this was in my quotev days, and that site was exactly what republicans imagine anarchists want for society: complete havoc. anyway! my point is that i think i did have a case of someone copying my work almost word for word during that era, but i was 13 and it was like 250 words worth of writing so i was like whatever.

🪿 have you ever had a fic translated?

YES, i'm very happy to say! many very kind people have translated my work. i'll list them below cos they always do a fantastic job and i'm always hoping they get more recognition for their hard work:

@ghostofair wrote a spanish translation of men abort mission!

@sadluna wrote a russian translation of men abort mission!

@bloodymelonteamua wrote a a ukrainian translation of men abort mission!

@kais_room has very kindly written a russian translation of your crown of thorns holds roses!

🪿 have you ever co-written a fic before!

yes! i actually co-wrote right hand on his rifle with my bff liv (@cabeswater). she gave me a lot of ideas while i was crafting it, so it's really just as much hers as it is mine. i'm very happy w it! i would love to write smthn properly w them someday bc they're a phenomenally good writer

🪿 what's your all-time favorite ship?

this is an evil question wtf. i don't know! amara/me.

🪿 what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

my sense8 au LMAO. i try so hard every few months to get back into the groove of it but it's a doomed enterprise i think. at this point i would have to rewrite it completely, but i don't have the same passion for it that i once did. sigh

🪿 what are your writing strengths?

i don't know. should i know that? maybe dialogue. i can't say whether i excel at it but i can say with certainty that i enjoy it

🪿 what are your writing weaknesses?

i always get impatient near the end of a long project and end up rushing the ending, which is such a shame cos i'm so talented :(

🪿 thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

in huge favor of it! i love doing that. i tend to do it when i write characters that speak spanish, and when it's done well by other writers? UGH. it makes me want to eat my phone

🪿 first fandom you wrote for?

pjo on quotev writing reader inserts ✌️ that is not a joke i'm dead serious rn

🪿 favorite fic you've written?

FUCK OFF. the real answer to this question is a fic i deleted. i loved it so much i deleted it off my ao3 so i could rework it into an original piece and turn it in for my fiction class this semester LOL. trust me though this piece was already, like, 90% my own writing and less "based" on the source material rather than it was "inspired" by it. if u compare me to those writers who made their harry styles fanfiction into published novels i will fight u. if i have to pick a fic that's still up, i think i'd pick either keep on keeping on, dean winchester or a ghost is a memory

i'm tagging @keepoffthetardis, @enterprisery, @weather-mood, and anyone else who wants to do this! if any of u actually read thru this whole thing i'm so sorry

#i should not have done this. i have 20 pages of a paper to write #TONIGHT.#quen writes #mentioned

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Connection: Janus

Prompt: ok listen, i know you just posted like maybe an hour before i am humbly submitting this request but- jesus christ i love these boys an unhealthy amount. i finished reading (and subsequently rereading) Connection literally just now, and my brain CRAVES for this college au. ik the part you posted is roman centric but if you could consider janus centric? love ur janus centric fics to death. idk how it would fit with the universe you started but i digress. thank you so much for being you, your writings are one of the things that has motivated me to write my own fanfiction! i appreciate u <33 - vinbee631

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none!

Pairings: roceit

Word Count: 2331

Janus took a deep breath and looked at himself one more time in the mirror. He brushed down his coat and adjusted his hat, making sure everything was in place.

This was it. He’d finally gotten the courage to ask out the cute boy he always sees in the library and he is not going to fuck it up.

His phone beeps—time to go—and he swipes it up and stuffs it in his pocket, opening the door and walking down to campus proper. They’d arranged to meet in front of the library at 6:30 and yes, he was going to be there a few minutes early just in case. Roman had texted about ten minutes ago saying he was on his way, so with any luck, they might get there at the same time.

He has a brief thought that he might be getting stood up when he gets there right at 6:30 and no one is there, but he dismisses it and settles in to wait against the right column near the stairs. He rests his cane against the stone next to him and looks out over the grass.

“Whoa.”

He turns, smiling when he sees Roman approaching. He’s wearing a white button-down and black slacks, his red letterman jacket over his shoulders. Janus smiles and walks to meet him, holding out his hand.

“You look splendid,” he says, pulling him closer.

Roman blushes—adorable, he is—and shakes his head. “You’re the one who really dressed up. I feel underdressed now.”

“I can assure you that you don’t look it.” He offers his arm and Roman takes it. “I thought we’d walk, the place isn’t far, do you mind?”

“No, no, not at all. Where are we going?”

“Do you know the new place that’s just opened up near the cornerstone?”

“Oh, is that the one with the signs out everywhere?”

“The very same. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been wanting to go!’

“Perfect.”

Roman smiles and oh, he has dimples, does he? Janus pulls him a bit closer and they start walking down the path. “Tell me, how has your day been?”

“Well, I did have a test today.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I studied really hard for it and I knew what most of it was, but there were a few key things I just didn’t remember at all.”

“Such is the way with most tests, I’ve found. I’m sure you did well.”

“I hope so. Can’t really afford to fail any classes.” Something twists Roman’s face. “Even one test.”

Janus frowns. “Is something the matter?”

It seems to shake Roman out of whatever mood he’d stumbled into. “What? No, no, sorry, got a bit distracted there. I, um—that’s not really something I wanna talk about right now.”

“Of course, I understand.”

“What about you, how was your day?”

“Well, I must say I also got a bit distracted.”

“Oh, yeah? By what?”

Janus grins. “I knew tonight I’d be taking you out for dinner, of course.”

He chuckles when Roman blushes again, reaching up to touch his chin.

“Still stunnable, then?”

“You’re not being fair,” Roman says weakly, “what am I supposed to do when you say stuff like that?”

“Like what?”

“No, no, I know a bad deal when I see one, no, thank you.”

“Stunnable and smart, then.”

“Oh my god,” he mumbles, turning away to try and hide his blushing face and failing miserably.

He laughs again, lightly squeezing Roman’s arm. “I’ll behave, don’t worry.”

“You better.”

Or what, Janus wants to say, but no, no, he’s not trying to fluster the poor thing too bad before they’ve even sat down. So instead he turns the conversation back to what else Roman’s studying, what classes he’s taking, much more civil conversation. He learns that Roman is pursuing a degree in English, hoping that it will give him a lot of options for networking with people. Apparently he’s gotten a job in admissions and might be able to secure a longer-term position after graduation.

“Ambitious, are we? Or do you just like it here that much?”

“It’s good pay,” Roman says as they turn the corner, “and it’s not as if it’s super strenuous work. I’d still be able to have enough time for another job if I could get the hours scheduled right and I’d still be able to get home in time.”

“In time for what?”

“My younger brother gets home from his high school and we eat dinner together a lot. I don’t wanna miss that unless I absolutely have to.”

Janus can’t stop himself from smiling again. How sweet, could this man get any more adorable? “I’m sure he’s very grateful for that.”

“Yeah.” Roman toys with the end of his sleeve. “I…I look forward to it.”

“Will he be terribly put out that I’m stealing you away tonight?”

“Nah, he’s going over to a friend’s house tonight. I’m sure he’ll come back home stuffed with pizza and French fries or something.”

“Ah. A dinner for champions.”

Roman snorts. “Or high schoolers that don’t have any other options but to gorge themselves on grease.”

“As I said.”

Roman laughs and Janus decides right there and then that he’s going to try and make Roman laugh every chance he gets.

“Oh, is this it?”

They look up at the wooden sign outside the door, soft music coming from inside. “Yes, it seems so. After you.”

The hostess seats them near the window, placing two menus down as Janus takes off his coat and leans his cane against the window. Roman takes off his jacket too and Janus tries not to stare. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that the letterman jacket wasn’t just for show, that Roman was in fact some sort of athlete, but seeing him without it…

No. Behave.

“Janus?”

“My apologies,” he says, “you’re distracting.”

Ah, there’s the blush again. Roman shuffles a little in his seat before turning his attention pointedly to the menu. “What looks good?”

“I’m partial to a good sandwich, but don’t let me influence you.”

Roman spends a lot of time poring over sections of the menu, squinting and murmuring under his breath, until Janus catches him counting on his fingers under the table. He reaches out and taps the edge of Roman’s menu.

“I’m paying tonight,” he says firmly, “order what you like.”

“But—“

“I asked you out,” he says, smiling slightly, “please, sweetie, let me pay?”

“…only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Don’t you worry.” He pats Roman’s hand. “Now, what are you considering?”

“The burger looks really good. And it comes with a lot of fries, I saw it go around a moment ago.”

“Then get that.”

“But with the Rueben, I could get more food for less and I still get fries.” Roman chews on his lip. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna get that.”

“Perfect.” Janus sets aside his menu. “I want to try their chopped salad. I’ve heard it’s good.”

“Oh?”

“A friend of mine came here the other week, said it was worth giving a shot.”

“Do you trust this friend?”

Janus gives him a look. “That’s a pointed question.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—“

“Easy, sweetie, it’s okay. I was teasing.”

“Oh.” Janus waves his hand—forgiving him instantly. “I only asked because one time one of Remus’s friends told us to try this restaurant and it did not go well.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

And so he listens, rapt as Roman spins this story about a pizza place that was supposedly great pizza for cheap only for the pizzas to come out misshapen and disfigured, looking like someone had taken leftover pieces from other pizzas and put them all together and put it back in the oven.

“That’s…disgusting.”

“I mean we still ate it—“

“You did what? Sweetie…”

“Oh, it was fine, it tasted like pizza and it had been recooked, it just looked all messed up.” Roman shook his head. “Plus, it wasn’t like we could afford to just leave.”

Janus frowns, opening his mouth to ask when the waitress came up to take their order. By the time they’d asked and she’d taken the menus and left, Roman was already leaning on the table again.

“So what do you study?”

“Philosophy.”

“…would be rude if I said I called it?”

“No, but I would be curious as to how.”

“It suits your vibe. All mysterious and stuff.”

“Mysterious, hm?” Janus raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, you talk like you’re straight out of some regency drama—“

Janus snorts.

“—and you make it seem like you’re always thinking about everything at once.” Roman leans back, resting against the chair. “I dunno, I always assumed philosophy majors were kinda like that. You seem like you’re really smart.”

“Why, thank you.”

“I could never be a philosophy student, so I admire people who are.”

“Why not?”

Roman sighs. “Too much of my experience with philosophy is really…well, it’s like ‘this is actually what’s going on’ and ‘nothing you know is something you actually know’ and I’m like…great, but I still gotta do laundry so who cares?”

Janus can’t help it, he laughs. The way Roman says it is just so bemusedly defeated and he can just imagine all of his professors dog piling each other to ‘um, actually’ the hell out of it. “No, I don’t imagine you’d enjoy philosophy.”

“It’s not like I don’t like hearing how people think or anything, I just—look, I got stuff to do and I don’t really have the time to have someone to tell me why.”

“No, no, I understand. I do think it would be interesting to discuss with you in the future, if you’d be interested, but I won’t bore you when you have laundry to do.”

He winks and Roman laughs. “Much appreciated.”

They talk a little more about idle things until the food comes, politely thanking the waitress as they each start eating. The chopped salad is delicious, Janus will have to pass on his thanks to his friend, and judging by the way Roman is devouring his food, he seems to like it too.

“Good?”

Roman fumbles with his mouthful before wiping his face on his napkin and grinning. “Really good.”

“I’m glad.” He tilts his head. “You’ve still got—“

“Where?”

“Right there, yes.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” He frowns as Roman eyes the other half of his sandwich and sits back. “Not hungry anymore?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m just…taking a break.”

“I see.” Still, he can’t help but notice that Roman keeps glancing out of the window. “Is there something wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’m being rude.”

“Still getting used to not having a curfew?” Janus chuckles as he takes a sip of water. “I know I am.”

When Roman doesn’t laugh, he looks over to see him staring down at his hands.

“Sweetie?”

“Sorry, I…um, I think I should tell you.” Roman chews on his lip before leaning closer. “I don’t—I’ve never had a curfew.”

“…okay?”

“Remus and I don’t—our parents aren’t—“ Roman swallows— “they’re not in the picture.”

Janus slowly puts his fork down.

“We just have each other,” Roman continues, “it’s just us. That’s why—that’s why it’s really important that I keep my grades up. The scholarship—I need to keep up certain grades or else I get kicked out.”

And the jobs…and his worry over dinner…and his worry over Remus…yes, that makes sense. Oh, Roman…

“Sorry, that, um, probably wasn’t what you wanted to hear over dinner.” He laughs, but now it’s all nervous and scared and it sounds awful. “Um, I understand if you’d rather I just go—I can’t pay for this right now but I promise I can pay you back, I just might need a few weeks, and I—“

“Roman,” he interrupts before this can get any more upsetting than the thought of Roman thinking he doesn’t want him still, reaching out to cover his hand, “I don’t want you to go.”

“You…don’t?”

Janus shakes his head. “It’s…incredibly brave of you to tell me that, and I’m very honored you decided to share it with me. I think you’re incredibly strong and smart and all of the things I said before. What you have told me doesn’t make me think any less of you.”

Roman looks at him, then at their hands on the table, and he swallows. “…thank you.”

“You are letting me treat you to dinner every so often, though.”

“I don’t need charity—“

“It’s not charity. It’s me wanting to spend time with you because I want to.” Janus squeezes his hand. “Is that acceptable?”

Roman nods. “Thank you, Janus. Really.”

“Think nothing of it.” He smiles. “I get to spend more time with you, that’s reward enough.”

Roman smiles back. Wonderful.

“So other than Remus,” Janus says, picking up his fork again, “is there anyone else I should know about?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

“You’re not the only one who’s asked me out to dinner.”

“That’s alright. I’ve never minded a bit of friendly competition.” Janus winks. “You’re worth fighting for.”

And so is that blush that Roman fails to his behind the glass of water.

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grahamcarmen · 4 days

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Just wanted to tell you that whenever you vent, I feel so heard and seen, like someone was literally listening when I was ranting in my brain.

Also how many asks do you have in your askbox right now ignoring this one.

you and me ranting and venting forever XD ha!

i'm glad my venting is not in vain I have so much weary complaining in terms of why i do not understand. like . always under duress and always in the disclaimer corner , but ???

i'm just more tired than angry...still angry but :/

overall?

not much but like the first 2 i probably won't answer because one is a hornet nest i mostly agree with /and the other one was telling me that apparently the fandom said something so. freaking. dumb. a lot of dumb somethings actually, that i just 1000 yard stared into space that I had someone asked me irl if i was ok [the rest is so sweet and made me happy that they like this blog and i wish that they had a nice day/months too, and that part i do wish i'd answered because i do hope that they manage to find their feet on this website and in general. it can be disheartening but try to remember that this is for you to have fun so try to carve a corner for the things that interest you!]...

anyway it still feels like kicking hornets nests and giving input to wild stupidity that i'm not all informed about its current form, i am annoyed but i don't know the fandom like that tbh to just be hearing that it still is just ...hmmm, why are you guys...why... why are you guys the way- and address it like its not a recycled fandom issue or even new stupider evolution of issues that i don't have first hand knowledge of because i really do...not know those people.

i felt like including one of the stupid somethings on the ask about dumb arguments against rc but i don't actually know the intricacies of why they even feel sure enough to say that. like its just deadass wrong. its insultingly wrong. like anon. that was like top worst accusations like the actual mention in the ask is like a few words and i literally went THEY SAID WHAT.

and for that i am so sorry because it is a very sweet and heartfelt ask that made my day and in the grand scheme i could just address that and not the rest, i just like absolutely did not see that part coming and can't keep myself from addressing it but then i also want to know where the audacity came from to properly do so and then im like...there are other fandoms [to myself]...

...rants are a-ok to send [im probably venting at that moment too about something] but like ajdfnaskf this is probably what it will do to me

hornets nests i will avoid kicking because at the end of the day this blog is the corner i carved out for what interests me and i would like to not have too many of those posted when i scroll through it to get my daily rc boost

and it is the sweetest ask for real but also wtf csfandom. WHY.

and in general loop de loop arguments i simply do not know what new thing i could say to get across stupid argument is stupid...we could be making text posts about how they should kiss instead

3- i did write for rc week! it was a small note at the end of the third one which also has something that feels like it needs a proper response but like i feel VERY snippy on that subject so like its probably gonna wait for a bit i'm so sorry but i did, i wasn't planning to but i did

4-acme...i am thinking about just answering it with the meme

i find all the acme members interesting as individuals and what they contribute thematically to the show

vs.

i do not care for ACME

but like again i do feel like putting like more of an effort since i didn't have any thoughts for the first part of the ask but i would like to make 1 for each part and i don't hate any of the members for real i promise and understand how big ACME is to this show and the franchise in general T,T

5- a fic request! :D im looking forward to working on it? it probably will be short but i'm happy one of my ideas got requested

6-might answer it soon...might be a little rambly but it concerns the boy gray and a nerve that i'm ACTUALLY ready to poke at a little...a little

so again not many but i do feel bad for not answering ASAP (due to many things) when i am very happy to receive them

and then spending my energy on making rc stuff first because thats usually what i have energy for

Like I really am happy whenever I see that there are other people who do enjoy rc and this blog enough to send asks [sometimes very passionate in their defense] . So thank you. very much.

#asks #round up of i swear i actually am thinking/have thoughts and appreciate that you even asked

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chartreuseian · 22 days

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A Lesson In Domestication, but also ⭐️⭐️⭐️ for the director’s commentary

Ahhh!! Thank you 🥰 Domestication is my current obsession from that series!!

OK. Domesticaion director's commentary! So, I suppose this counts as like a deleted scene?? After 'Experimentation' when Helen goads him into tasting her blood, she spends a considerable amount of time trying to soothe him into the idea of feeding on her. Somehow she just knows that he won't lose control, but Nikola doesn't trust himself so, although he's desperate to properly taste her, he spends a long time shying away from it which Helen struggles with, but also she knows she can't force him. He gives in about three years later in 'A Lesson in Dynamics' in the chapter titled 'An excercise in anticipation...' only after offering the strictest of rules. Which is also an excuse for me to explore the James/Nikola dynamic that is starting to develop into a proper obessions for me.

I suppose that isn't really directors commentary as it is headcanon for the series 😅

How about this? The final chapter of that story took me maybe two weeks to write because I rewrote it three times. The first version had them getting it on outside Helen's rooms and being interrupted by John and James and Nikola turning very nasty because he doesn't take well to being interrupted. Helen got a little cruel in return and forced him to once more return his attentions to her. Except it got a little too harsh so I scrapped it! Option two went too far the other way and it was way too soft and schmultzy with him just about confessing his love for her so it too ended up on the cutting room floor.

For the random rambling number one (I'm assuming three stars means you want three?) I'm going to go with something that is still in the works, but I know you'll enjoy - bratty John.

I think this is the first time I've ever written Magnitt that isn't the classic 'he's a crappy husband' in Out of the Blue which felt weird, but I also love the dynamic of it and the way that he likes the edge of pain with his pleasure, particularly when Helen holds him captive. I'm really excited to explore it more when we get to the Jack part of the story as well, because I feel like his desire for that touch of violence in bed is going to dry right up which will change their dynamic completely. It's why this chapter (called 'An exercise in captivity') focuses so much on how much he likes her brand of torture because when he finally has this moment of real and awful violence it completely changes the way he sees the idea of sex and pain.

Number two: let's go with train fic and The Final Chapter.

I'm so so so excited to see what you think of it because I totally adore it. It made me so happy and it felt so lovely and I just GAH!! I really, really want to post it already because it is just so 🥰🥰🥰. For the final few chapters I've been making some deliberate choices to mirror things that happened at the start of the story and I think this chapter sums it all up rather nicely.

And number three: the Director's Cut of 'Mr & Mrs'.

So, I decided a little while ago that I'm not going to do all 365 days of their trip (the final chapter is Day 200). BUT I have so many other cute ideas for it (including the return of Emmie and co) that I want to play with (without the self imposed pressure of posting regularly) that I decided the story is going to have it's own companion series called The Director's Cut: The Adventures of Mr & Mrs Tesla. Plus it'll allow me to write past the 365 days so we can see their relationship keep developing. Plus it means I can label the cute fluffy moments as being not explicit and keep the explicit stuff, you know, properly explicity 😅

OK. I could go on, but I'm going to not because I really should go finish off the final train fic chapter so I can start editing and speed up my posting of it a little!!

#thank you :)#asks #fanfic #writing #i rambled #but as we know i have limited self control #so if you didn't expect this its not on me

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