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[saeransboy]

Hope

Pairing: Saeran Choi / Male CMC (Rowan)

Word Count: 4177

Warnings: Spoilers for the Secret Endings, hospitals

Notes: this is my piece for the @nostringsdetached zine!! i'm so happy that i got to participate, and that it got so much support. you can get the full zine bundle for free, as well as see my partner @mm12578's accompanying art for this piece, at this link.

you can also read this here on ao3!! i hope you enjoy!!

Saeran was unhappy.

Though not an uncommon feeling for the other man after all he'd been through, being in the hospital evoked the feeling strongly. He was constantly feeling judged, being watched, and it felt suffocating. His lack of choice was all too obvious now. If having most of the control he had over his own body being taken away wasn't enough, being forced to see people he didn't want to deal with was the final nail in his coffin.

It was overwhelming, upsetting, and made him want to disappear more than ever before. Trying to shut out the rest of the world wasn't an option, as it only forced its way in. Unless he had to answer whoever stopped by, Saeran ignored their questions and small talk, and eventually they gave up. Everyone had, except for that boy.

Rowan had been easy enough to lure to the apartment. He obviously hadn't trusted Saeran, and was just as uneasy around the RFA at first. However, he stayed to work as their party coordinator simply because he "had nothing better to do". Of course, with the tense situation that developed, he became far from bored. "Terrified" was a better descriptor.

The guilt Saeran felt over that was overwhelming. He'd been the one to choose Rowan, to lure him in, to try to kidnap him. He killed a man right in front of him. Had it not been for him, the party coordinator wouldn't have ever been dragged into this. Which made it all the more confusing when he came to visit alongside his brother.

The ex-hacker had been so shocked at his appearance, he remained silent only because he wasn't sure what to say. His guest left defeated, but he returned alone the next day, and the next. In fact, despite Saeran's silence, Rowan kept showing up, coming by to ramble at him about his day-to-day life and eventually to sit quietly and read. The silence was a lot more comfortable.

He let the silence remain til the other man came to his defense from a rude nurse. After that, he hesitantly reached out, reigniting his guest's desire to speak to him. The ex-hacker barely replied, and his guest enthusiastically continued on like it was normal. It started off shakily, and he would cut short any inquiries on his wellbeing and brushed off Rowan's attempts at comfort on bad days, but it went well.

They had made a lot of progress since then.

The last time Rowan was here, he held his hand. The other man had sensed his upset and reached to comfort him. Despite his first instinct to push him away, he accepted it without argument, not returning the favor or rejecting it. It felt so warm. When was the last time he got to feel another’s touch without being hurt or manipulated in the process? A brief image of his brother’s arms wrapping around him flashes in his mind, and he scowls.

Saeyoung. Saeran still wasn’t alright with him, not fully, but he was trying. As much as he hated it, he was jealous of his twin. Not just for his carefree lifestyle all these years or the friends that supported him so steadfastly, but for his relationship with Rowan. When he saw them, they were laughing and falling over each other or comforting one another. There was always some physical contact, and so much trust.

Rowan had confirmed that no, they weren’t together like he had assumed, but the bond they shared was perfectly sweet. He felt starved watching them. It was then, when he deciphered what that tension he felt when he saw them together was, that he faced his feelings for the brunette.

He was smitten. Completely, utterly, sickeningly smitten; when he realized his feelings, he had grown so nauseated it made his head spin. He wasn’t entirely sure he was in that deep, but only such a dramatic word could describe the heaviness with which it weighed on him. Someone like him wasn't meant for feelings like this.

The next time Rowan visited, Saeran blamed his suddenly more reserved behavior on the medicine he was being given. He wasn’t questioned, but the guilt of lying stung.

Saeran couldn't let himself feel this. It was inevitable that he would prove himself yet again to be a monster. He would hurt Rowan and it was eating him alive, but he'd rather let the feeling fester inside of him than cause the man any more pain or stress. It was easier said than done.

Nothing had filled that deep, all-encompassing void of guilt inside of him but the other man's visits. Hiis quips and words of comfort provided some relief. It was barely making a change, but the air still felt lighter around him. There was no tension, no distrust, and he never felt cornered.

He could just exist, never feeling pressured to do any more than that.

These awful feelings threw a wrench into that, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Just like every other thought and feeling, he wanted to push it down in the hopes of suffocating it until it was quiet or died. Or until it explodes and destroys everyone around you, a small voice in the back of his mind whispers. That was just as likely, and the thought terrified him. His hands clench in the thin sheets of the bed, trying to ground himself the best he can.

Downstairs, Rowan worries his bottom lip between his teeth, tapping his boot nervously against the ground as he waits for his security escort. He knows his anxiety comes off as impatience to the staff, giving him more room than everyone else as he leans against the wall, and he lets it stay that way. With the feelings swarming in his mind, he was sure that any invasion of his space might set him off.

After countless visits, coming to see Saeran during his recovery became a routine he enjoyed greatly. It wasn't always this nice; the first few times, he came with Saeyoung, but after being met with silence, he persuaded the hacker to let him come on his own. Nothing changed at first, the room being filled with an awkward silence as Rowan attempted one-sided conversations. The man refused to respond, rarely even offering him a glance. It frustrated him to no end; even after dropping his own guard, he hadn't gotten anywhere.

Eventually he gave up on trying to communicate, simply coming to sit in the corner and read. It had to be lonely, being stuck there, so he figured having another heartbeat in the room that wasn't poking or prodding him or interrogating him on his mental state might help. The tension in the air had quickly faded into something more peaceful, and some of Saeran's guard visibly slipped away. That was good enough for Rowan; as long as he wasn't actively being shut out, it was still progress.

Surprisingly, Saeran was the one to break the silence, though not without good reason. Much to their annoyance, a nurse interrupted their visitation, disturbing the peaceful co-existence they had with each other. She was everything Rowan hated to see: pushy, unsympathetic, and completely uncaring about his mental wellbeing.

It made his heart hurt, seeing the other man flinch when she slammed her clipboard down on his bedside table. Every word out of her mouth was ridicule, and though he knew the ex-hacker was used to such talk, that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

When she left with one last comment on how scrawny he still was, Rowan didn't hesitate to jump up from his seat. Following behind, he proceeded to chew her out. For her complete lack of experience, for her apathy, for taking out whatever the hell was wrong with her on Saeran. It wasn't long before his voice raised, but he was careful not to start screaming. The last thing he wanted was to upset the already stressed man more.

It didn't surprise Rowan that his friendly feelings grew into something stronger, but that didn't make the realization any less terrifying. For the first few days, he struggled to reel himself back in, trying to shove his feelings to the back of his mind so he could be there for the other man without guilt eating away at him. Being so friendly to him only felt like he was taking advantage of the man's barely earned trust.

It didn't last, as he noticed Saeran growing increasingly tense at his less emotional, more closed-off responses. With a quick explanation, claiming he'd not been feeling like himself -- not a complete lie, as such a deep feeling had knocked him off his feet -- and that he was sorry, he mended the situation and forced himself to swallow his guilt.

He could tell Saeran didn't fully believe him, but the man was obviously relieved to have things back to normal the next visit, when Rowan came in grinning. It earned him a small smile in return, the first he'd seen from the man.

Rowan is torn from his reminiscing by a security guard clearing her throat. She nods towards an open elevator. "Come on, tough guy. I'll drop you off." Though he bristles at the obviously mocking title, he doesn't argue, not wanting to get kicked out. Instead, he trails after her and steps in, trying to calm the fluttering that starts up in his chest at the thought of seeing the other man.

The ride up is tense, the brunette almost lunging forward when the doors slide open. "Thanks," he calls over his shoulder with a scowl. Though he always looked forward to the visits, he hated dealing with the staff. Setting his eyes on Saeran's door, he picks up the pace, hurrying down the hall as fast as he can despite his slight nervousness.

Before Saeran's thoughts can spiral anymore out of control, the all-too-familiar sound of chains clinking together sounds down the hall, the thoughts slipping from his mind to let him focus. It was definitely him; despite the noisiness of his entrance, the steps sounded hesitant, stumbling over themselves. The awkwardness always manages to make his heart feel a bit lighter, some of the dread that had been bubbling up inside of him slipping away.

As expected, the footsteps come towards his room, stopping just outside for a moment. There's a pause, his guest taking a moment for a deep breath, before the door is cautiously pushed open. Rowan jumps a bit upon seeing him, obviously not expecting Saeran to be sat up waiting for him. The surprised look on his face quickly fades into a soft smile, some of the tension he entered with easing from his shoulders.

The man always put up a tough exterior, Saeran knew, but he trusted him enough to let that down. Whether that was because he wanted mutual trust or because he was just plain stupid, the ex-hacker wasn't quite sure, but it never bothered him, and he never bought up the subject.

The brunette shuffles his way over to him without a word, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed. Everything about him is a contradiction: the gentle look on his face combined with his dark and intentionally rough exterior, the way he avoided eye contact despite his obvious distaste at being seen as a pushover, how he still wandered to his side like a clueless puppy despite all Saeran had done, as if he wasn't dangerous.

That frustrated him most of all. He was trying so hard to protect everyone for once after he had planned to destroy their lives. It was like the male could see right through him, but never saw what Saeran wanted him to.

As usual, Rowan slouches forward, giving him that stupid grin that made his stomach flutter and twist up all at the same time. "Sorry I'm late, but I'm sure you're used to it now. Have you eaten yet? I kinda had to skip lunch, didn't have time." He trips over his words mid-sentence, distracted by the way that his heavy jacket slips off his shoulder.

Every visit started the same, his visitor pitifully trying to disguise his fretting as small talk and him offering up muttered responses. It was still progress from how they started, but Saeran always felt some guilt seeing how much effort the other man put into trying to talk to him. Wanting to change that the best he could, he tries speaking up some, clearing his throat. ''No. I don't like the food."

Contradictory to the pout he usually gives at that response, Rowan's eyes light up. "Great! Um. Not that you haven't eaten because the food sucks. Just... gimme a second." With that, he hops up from his seat, scurrying back to the door, nearly forgetting to put up his facade before motioning for a nurse.

Saeran can't decipher much from his position, only picking up on the word "privacy" and the dirty look the man shoots the nurse when she shakes her head. Only a few more words are exchanged before his expression brightens, and he whirls back around.

To his surprise, the unusually peppy man closes the door. That had never been allowed before, both for Saeran's safety and his visitor's. But Rowan was always rather convincing, not to mention stubborn, so it wasn't too shocking that he was the one earning him that right.

The act now fully slipped away again, Rowan practically trips over his feet moving back, rummaging through the pockets of his oversized jacket for something. Had it been anyone else, he might've been paranoid or distrusting, but he knew the man in front of him wasn't a threat in the slightest.

Once again stunning Saeran, the man pulls out ice cream -- an entire tub of it. Mint chocolate, he noted, feeling his heart skip a beat at the realization that he had remembered his favorite flavor. Outside food was also previously off-limits, and guessing from the way he had asked for privacy, it still was.

Once again, the man isn't making sense. Not only has he gone out of his way to visit daily, staying even on Saeran's worst days until he's either asked to leave or is forced out by the staff, now he's breaking rules and risking trouble for himself all for his sake. Why? He was a monster and a murderer, and he's being smuggled in gifts?

All of the kindness he was offered was foreign to him, and perhaps that was for the best. He didn't deserve any of it. All he deserves is to rot in this awful place, his nose constantly stinging from the scent of medicine and his eyes burning under the blindingly bright fluorescent light.

"...Saeran?" Broken out of his trance, he shakes his head, feeling a tinge of annoyance seeing the red that reflects off the bedpost in his peripheral. His natural color hadn't grown back much, but it was enough to put a scowl on his face. Not once did he want to let the white fade, wanting to have some semblance of separation from his brother, but he didn't have a choice. Not here, not anywhere.

Only Rowan ever offered him control, and even he himself was limited in what he could allow. It wasn't fair. That, too, made him grateful for his stubborn visitor. It was rare for him to give up when he had his mind set on something, and that gave Saeran a lot more freedom than he would have without him.

"I'm fine," he reassures. Rowan doesn't look convinced, but he doesn't pry, instead placing the tub on the sheets between them before digging in his pocket for a packet of utensils, unmistakably snagged from the hospital's cafeteria. Placing it in his resting hand, the man gives a paranoid glance back towards the door before grinning widely.

"I don't think they're onto me, so go ahead and eat up." Though he hesitates a moment, Saeran reaches out to pull the ice cream into his lap, popping the lid and taking a scoop. It's slightly melted as expected; it couldn't have made the trip by motorcycle all the way over here and through the wait downstairs totally unscathed. It's tasty nonetheless, a huge relief from the blandness of the food he had to eat here. Before long, he's digging in, feeling starved despite having the three meals a day rule enforced on him.

After a couple of minutes, he glances up at his guest, perplexed to find him entertaining himself by winding a loose thread of the sheets around his finger. It was rare that Rowan was this quiet for so long, and even stranger that he wasn't busying himself the same way that Saeran was. Sinking his spoon into the cold mint, he hums to get the other man's attention. Immediately his eyes are on him, deep blue piercing into him and making him melt and tense up all at the same time.

"What are you doing?" He asks, eyes flitting between his face and the string half-wound around his finger. The other man glances away sheepishly, though he doesn't flinch at his blunt tone; yet another thing they were making progress on. Rowan pauses, searching for a good answer and sighing in defeat when he can't find one.

"...sitting here?" He answers quietly, giving Saeran an uncertain look. "I don't really have anything to do. I was already running late, so when I swung by the store, I just grabbed the ice cream and left."

"Didn't you say you didn't eat lunch?" The redhead questions with a raised brow. The silence lingering in the room tells him all he needs to know. Huffing, he shoves the tub towards him without a second thought, surprising the both of them. It was unusual for him to share anything, especially this, but he wasn't about to pull his foot back when he was already taking a step forward. "Go on. You'll make yourself sick if you don't."

Though he wouldn't admit it out loud -- he wasn't sure he could even if he really wanted to -- Saeran cared for the other man deeply. It wasn't just the budding feelings of affection. His worry for his wellbeing, though underlying, had lingered ever since the party coordinator had set foot in that apartment.

If he didn't care, he wouldn't have stopped him from stepping on the glass from the window. Of course he would've, the idiot, and back then he told himself it was because it'd be easier to transport him if he went uninjured. Now, the truth was obvious.

Reassured by his adamance, Rowan reaches out to take the tub. While keeping a close eye on Saeran's face to check for any signs that he might change his mind, he fails to notice how close their hands get, accidentally brushing their fingers together as he grabs it. The touch is minimal, lasting under a second, but it still startles them both. The brunette gasps, nearly dropping the ice cream as Saeran pulls back.

For a moment they're both silent, staring at each other with flushed cheeks and unreadable expressions. Saeran knows why he reacted that way, but… what about the other man? Was he afraid of him? He didn't look frightened, only embarrassed and a bit flustered. Though there was no reason for him to be flustered, right? Maybe he was just touch-repulsed. They had a lot in common, after all. It was obvious the party coordinator's mind was spiraling just as much as his, the panic in his eyes blindingly obvious.

Trying his best not to overthink and to diffuse the situation, Saeran grumbles and snatches up the spoon, getting another scoop and nudging it against the boy's lips. It smudges against his nose, making him blink in surprise. His fingers coming up to up to wipe away the small bit, he laughs, some of his nerves obviously soothed. Good, Saeran thinks; he can barely handle his own emotions, let alone someone else's.

Holding the spoon out like a threat, he stares blankly at him. "Take it. I'm not feeding you. And sit over here so you don't drop it; that's the last thing we need." He curls his legs in, giving the taller man more room.

The brunette sits on the edge of the bed and takes the spoon happily, fixing his attention on the ice cream as he… purposefully seeks out the chocolate chips, to the point where his spoonful is more chocolate than ice cream. Weird, but Saeran doesn't argue.

Some part of him finds it cute, and he shakes his head, desperately trying to swat the thought away. He had hoped that the feelings would fade, but they were blossoming into something far more dreadful with every visit. That wasn't Rowan's fault; it was his own for not keeping himself under control.

These feelings would have to die with him, he concludes, blinking rapidly to bring himself back. When those blue eyes turn upwards to glance at him, he knows he's been caught getting lost in his mind. Bracing himself for the obvious question, he accepts the tub pushed back to him, tensing when the other man speaks up just as he gets a mouthful.

"What's buggin' you?" Rowan asks, his brows furrowed with concern. Taking his time to let the ice cream melt in his mouth, Saeran answers with a shrug. Remembering his earlier attempt to be more open, he sighs, nudging around a chocolate chip as he tries to think of a good way to put his thoughts into words without exposing his feelings.

"...Is it okay for me to feel things?" It's a clumsy question, and he mentally kicks himself for a multitude of reasons: for how stupid he sounds, for burdening the other man when he'd already been through so much because of him, for the way he's just now noticed his hands shaking. But none of this seems to bother Rowan, who smiles gently and nods.

"It is. I promise." Saeran jumps when Rowan's hand seeks out his, giving it a light, comforting squeeze. He seems oblivious to his own actions, getting lost in thoughts of his own. "It feels… wrong, right? Like anything that isn't terrible isn't for you, and that you're meant to be miserable in silence. It's lonely."

The hand resting on his presses down slightly, and despite the conflicting feelings whirling in his mind, Saeran moves his hand, entwining their pinkies together. He isn't sure what feelings the other man is hiding, but it makes some part of his heart hurt knowing that he's suffering too.

"I've felt lonely a lot," He continues, staring out the window with a solemn expression. It's quiet for a while, Rowan staring at the clouds and Saeran staring at him. Finally, a soft smile tugs at the brunette's lips, and he turns his attention back to him. "I won't let you be lonely too. Not anymore. Okay?"

Saeran's face feels warmer, but he doesn't let himself turn away, fixing his eyes on one of the freckles dotting the other man's cheeks as he hums an acknowledgement and squeezes his hand. Only now does Rowan notice the way their pinkies are curled around each other, but before he can pull back, Saeran tightens his grip. Not enough to trap him, but enough to get across his message. He can't bring himself to say it out loud, but all he wants is for the other man to stay.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rowan's eyes are swimming with something he doesn't know how to define. It's sweet, warm, making him feel melted on the inside despite his uncertain exterior. As much as he hates being stared at, he isn't sure he wants the other man to look away. The ice cream was next to them, slowly melting in its container; at any point Rowan could remember and turn his attention away.

As if reading his mind, he doesn't. Instead he curls his knees up to his chest, gazing at him with all the affection in the world. It makes Saeran's mind wander, but for once, the thoughts are welcome. Being cared about like this… it makes him feel like maybe he isn't destined to die alone and unloved as he feared.

"Thank you," his visitor says, voice barely above a whisper. "I'll stay right here with you, as long as you'll have me."

"I will," Saeran manages. "You'll come around regardless."

"But do you mind?"

"...No." The corners of his lips twitch up into a weak smile. It's obvious he's unused to the expression, but he isn't thinking about how he might look strange. Around Rowan, his heart feels lighter.

Falling into a comfortable silence, the redhead watches the clouds through the slightly foggy hospital window, feeling the other man's eyes on him, admiring him. He isn't quite sure what it means, but allowing his feelings to linger, Saeran lets himself hope.

[yanderefriendsim]

Rules / Intro

Welcome to my yandere writing blog! I mostly stick with writing about yandere homestuck / Hiveswap. But I'm not apposed to writing for other particular fandoms. As for my quick intro. Heya, I'm Mod Cirava! but you can call me whatever tickles your fancy. I'm 19 y/o and Agender - Any pronouns work because I'm not bothered nor intrigued by any! I'm an animation major so sometimes so imagines/headcannons may get slow, In which: I apologize. I'm super in drawing, Videogames, The horror genre and I'm a MAJOR zombie nerd. Any suggestions for any sort of thing like these? Hit me up. Seriously, I'm always looking for new content. I'm also open for a chat anytime, Don't hesitate to ask questions cause I'm super dumb and probably forgot something in this.

If your interested in more ideal and healthier romance, You may have to wait. I plan on having a blog up and running for that ( and a multitude of other fandoms ) but considering I’m running this. Either way, I’ll update this part when it’s up!! Rules are under the cut! 

PLEASE NOTE: No. You should not consider being in anything considered a " Yandere " Relationship healthy. It's extremely unhealthy and toxic. You, As a person, Deserve better than someone who obsess over you and . I will try to put a reminder in all my posts concerning this. If you are in what could be considered a " Yandere " Relationship OR have someone you suspect is acting similar to this: Please alert someone, If not the authorities if you have the right evidence. The relationships I write about here are not ideal and I would like to confirm that right of the bat. I write this for my own enjoyment, Escapism and Coping. Please be safe and remember you are loved.

Now that I have that out the way, We can move onto rules n' shit!

RULES:

Keeping this blog 15+. Just due to the themes and shit shown here. This is just a precaution so please, If you ARE under 15. Please avoid this blog due to the mature themes. Depending on things I may change this in future ( to a higher age lol, I’m considering upping it to 18+ but not entirely sure yet. I will if I start writing 18+ ) so keep an eye out for that. If I see your UNDER the age, I will block you.

I’m currently unsure whether I’ll be writing NSFW here, so you can leave a request until I decide. HOWEVER: No matter what I refuse to do anything involving non-con / dub-con. 

I write angst and serious topics. I will again provide a warning as well as the appropriate links to helplines and such.

I don't just write! My ask box is not only always open for a quick chat, But venting too! If you ask for advice I'm happy to provide! I'm also an avid selfshipper,,, so uh,,,, Gushing about f/os? Hit me up gamers ';)

Definetly gonna post memes / edits here too probably. Cause that's just how I roll.

Characters I don't write for:

Joey Claire

Jude Harley 

Tirona Kasund 

Wanshi Adyata 

Karako Pierot 

The Soliel Twins 

All these guys are like, basically 5 or some shit. I won’t be doing anything for them because they are 5 and I find it super weird. I can involve them in stories, However they won’t be involved in any yandere ways. I was thinking I could do platonic shit with them but it still weirds me out, So no you won’t see anything about these babies here.

For nowww, I think that's it. Any questions can be put through the ask box! I hope you enjoy it future content and your time here!

Remember to take your meds, Drink and eat plenty, Take breaks and do what makes you happy!

~ Mod Cirava 💛

[seekthemist]

for that ask game: pynch and blusey!!

What ask game? THIS ASK GAME!

Asdfghjkl I love this so muchhhh, thank you for sending the best ships in the world, babe. I can’t contain myself so each of the replies will have a little fantasy that I associate with the assignment~~~

Nowww…

Werewolf: Adam, Hunter: Ronan.The Scenario: Adam has been on the run for a year, after being bitten as the culmination of a life of hardship (he’s such an hungry, angry, starved animal~~~). Ronan was born and raised in a family linked to the supernatural world, but has sworn revenge upon the creatures of the night since his father has been killed. When this hunter comes for this werewolf, both of their lives will change.Werewolf: Gansey, Hunter: Blue.The Scenario: Blue is frankly no sure what would bring any sane werewolf to knock at the door of a house of hunters. When Gansey starts blabbering about finding the reliquia of the First Hunter and his brother the First Werewolf with their help, she quickly reassess her judgment. The dude is evidently crazy. 

Merman: Adam, Fisherman: RonanThe Scenario: Everyone in the little harbour town of Henrietta knows that you’re not supposed to get close to Cabeswater Rock, sacred to the God of the Sea and home to His sons and daughters. However, Ronan always dares to get his boat a bit too close to the shores, for just a glimpse of the disconcerting, disdainful face of the merman that likes to sunbathe on the South shore…Merman: Gansey, Fisherwomen: BlueThe Scenario: Gansey is very obsessed with the human world and keeps following Blue around, even though Blue is a Very Sensible Fisherwomen. She knows that you should NOT mingle with merfolks because they bring trouble and they tend to have hidden aims, but this merman can be…sort of fascinating…in the rare moment he’s not being a complete idiot, of course.

Wizard: Adam, Familiar: RonanThe Scenario: Getting a raven from the Familiar Ritual in the stone circle was a pretty cool catch for Adam. The fact that Ronan has a bit of an attitude (like a lot of a bit) and has a sharply handsome, vaguely handsy humanoid form is a totally different business. Wizard: Gansey, Familiar: BlueThe Scenario: As if being born without any real magical power is not a humiliation enough, Blue ends up paired with this insanely, unfairly powerful new wizard. She’s supposed to be his assistant or something, teach him the way since she knows more about magic in theory than him, but being called his familiar is a damn MUCH, okay???

Barista: Ronan, Coffee Addict: AdamThe Scenario: When it’s finals times at Ivy League, it does help if the barista at your favourite coffee shop lets you stay there for 8 hours in the most secluded booth and keeps bringing you coffee just like you drink it. Adam might be getting a bit smitten, but maybe it’s just sleep deprivation. Barista: Blue, Coffee Addict: GanseyThe Scenario: The first fact is that Gansey is insomniac. The second fact is that he stopped cared about it and just grind through life with 3 hours of maximum sleep a day. The third fact is that he’s so beyond caring that he even drinks coffee and now is a vicious cycle. Then his favourite coffee shop hires a new barista and Blue is apparently having none of his bullshit. 

Professor: Adam, TA: Ronan.The Scenario: When Prof. Parrish appointed him as his TA, Ronan asked him, literally, what the ever-loving fuck was he thinking. There wasn’t much to dispute with the reply of “I need someone to put my most appalling student in their place the way they deserve and I have a reputation, Lynch. Keep glaring, you’ll be fine”. Also, Parrish is hot as fuck.Professor: Gansey, TA: Blue.The Scenario: Gansey is a really young archeology professor and Blue is the fiercest, boldest, most brilliant student he has ever brought in excavation with him. She is more than knowledgeable, she can see beyond the theory and beyond the practice to see the connections. Of course she’s his TA, he wouldn’t get anyone else this close to his course.

Knight: Adam, Prince: RonanThe Scenario: Declan had forced him, but Ronan doesn’t really want this knight with him for protection and because it’s expected of you to have a guard, Ronan, for God’s sake. Somehow, though, it does help that Adam doesn’t want to be his knight either and they can bite each other’s head off for the whole length of the journey to the neighbouring realm. Knight: Blue, Prince: GanseyThe Scenario: Blue wanted many things when she became a knight under the King. Being hired by the House of Gansey to go and recover their stupid ass second son after he got himself kidnapped by a goddamn dragon in a crazy quest for legendary tokens is not one of them. She’s gonna rescue his ass just to give him a piece of her mind. 

Teacher: Adam, Single Parent: RonanThe Scenario: These counseling sessions with Opal’s father about how his daughter is still a bit unruly in class and has the tendency to swap between three languages when stressed are turning in a bit too much of a heartfelt experience, as much as Adam is concerned…Teacher: Gansey, Single Parent: BlueThe Scenario: Blue is not really anyone’s single parent, but at 300 Fox Way everyone over 18 yo is somewhat qualified to be in charge of one of the many little ones. Gansey has some serious misunderstanding about this, but what is he supposed to think when Blue is the only one coming to the little girl parent-teacher meeting? Blue will argue “maybe something else, since Daphne is 9, how old do you think I am???”

Writer: Ronan, Editor: AdamThe Scenario: Ronan Lynch is, without doubt, the crown jewel of Glendower Publications. He is also terrible with deadlines, with a cringe-worthy temper and a penchant for going AWOL at the worst possible moments. Adam absolutely refuses to sacrifice his first big editorial job under Ronan’s whims and tempers, though…Writer: Blue, Editor: GanseyThe Scenario: Writing travel books is Blue’s dream, especially because the Publisher pays her expenses to go to all these places with her camera. She would like it so much better it being a writer did not involve so many practicalities. Luckily her editor, Gansey travels with her. Not that he’s so organized himself, but between the two of them they almost make one functioning person. 

And now I want to write ALL OF THEM. Or read all of them. If someone picks up these accidental prompts that I sprouted out, please let me know! :DDDD