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ahtsumu · 4 years

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long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”

Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.

It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM

But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM

Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.

Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.

The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.

“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.

A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.

You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.

Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.

As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.

Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.

Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.

And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.

The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.

“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.

The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.

“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.

“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.

“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”

Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”

Well, shit.

To: [email protected]

Hi Osamu,

I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!

Regretfully,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.

Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.

His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.

“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.

“Hey.”

You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”

“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”

At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”

Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”

Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”

“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”

“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”

“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”

Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.

“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.

“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”

“Oh?”

And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––

“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”

Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.

You take it.

Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.

Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.

“He wants you,” she sings.

“Or he was just being nice.”

“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”

“I think he was just being polite.”

“Or he’s crushing on you!”

“In your dreams.”

“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.

A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.

“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”

“Am not!” you laugh.

“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”

“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”

“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”

“Isla.”

“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”

“I’m not asking him out.”

“Knew you were––”

“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”

Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.

“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.

“What?” you whisper back.

“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”

“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”

“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”

He does it again the next class.

And the next.

And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.

He debates pressing the matter.

To: [email protected]

hey osamu,

i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!

miserably,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

y/n,

of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.

He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”

“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.

Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.

i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.

Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.

“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?

A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”

You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.

“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”

“So you changed.”

“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”

“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”

Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”

“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’

“I’ll be the boss.”

“Oh?”

And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.

The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.

“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.

He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”

“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving.

Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”

He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.

“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.

“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”

“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.

“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.

Osamu smirks. “A gift.”

“Can I guess from who?”

“Sure.”

“Atsumu.”

His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.

“I’m smart like that.”

He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”

You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.

“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”

And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”

Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?

A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”

“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.

“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”

Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”

Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.

“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.

“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.

“Goodnight, Osamu.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.

But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.

Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.

Speaking of.

“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”

You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.

I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.

And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?

You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.

“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.

“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”

Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”

“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”

“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.

“Correct-o.”

He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.

There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.

Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”

He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.

Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.

“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.

“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”

“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”

“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.

You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.

His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.

From: osamu

good luck on the exam

you’re going to kill it

To: osamu

would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏

From: osamu

bye

To: osamu

i was kidding :(

From: osamu

fine. tip #1: write your name

To: osamu

not very helpful. 0/10

From: osamu

keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be

i’m kidding

you got this, y/n

“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”

“What would you do?” you ask, amused.

“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”

“Solid plan.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.

“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.

“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”

A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.

Holy fuck.

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.

“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.

Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.

“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”

“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.

“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”

Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”

Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.

He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.

And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”

“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––

“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”

“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.

“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.

You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”

#miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu scenarios #miya osamu imagines

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chaoticpete · 4 years

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Among Us (1)

Avengers x reader c r a c k

Tony runs from storage straight to the cafeteria, Nat following close behind. He slams the button, summoning the other crew.

“Tony, why was this meeting called?” “NAT WAS CHASING ME!!” “I WAS NOT!” “YES! You chased me around storage!” “I was watching you because you’ve been sus this whole time! Not to mention really quiet when the last two bodies were found!” “She does have a point Mr. Stark...you have been a bit more quiet than usual.” “Kid!”

“Nat..what were you doing to follow him?” Steve asked. There were only four players left. Steve, Tony, Nat and Peter. They knew they got one out with Y/n who was caught killing Harley in a stack kill.

“I finished all my tasks, so I was on cams for a bit and I saw both Steve and Peter but not Tony. Also he was standing in the cafe for a while before moving to storage which I followed him too.”

“Hmm,” Steve thought, “what do you think queens?” “I’m sorry Mr. Stark but I have to go with Ms. Widow. You have been sus the past two rounds since we booted Y/n.” “I JUST DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY! AND MY GAME IS BEING LAGGY!” “The Great Tony Stark having computer problems? Totally him. I’m voting Tony.” Nat says as she votes him, Peter and Steve following behind.

“GUYS! You’re all dead now it’s Nat!” Tony yells as his red character was ejected out.

“What the hell?! It wasn’t Stark?!” Nat yelled as the game appeared back in the cafeteria.

The game ends after Peter kills Steve and everyone turns their mics back on. “Y/n I can’t believe you killed me and your defense was that I had it coming?!” Harley yells into his mic still slightly surprised. “Well...you did! You kill me everytime you're an imposter! And you ate my muffin!” Harley is quiet after that.

“I can’t believe you guys believed Nat over me.” Tony grumbles. “I can’t believe none of us believed it was Peter.” Steve grumbled. “Yeah what was with that? I was his partner and even thought his lies were terrible!” “Blame Y/n for leaving me to fend for myself.” “I still stand by that he deserved it.” “I’m sorry Mr. Rogers and Mr. Loki for killing you guys.” “Oh no don't be sorry small midgardian, I’m surprised you managed to trick me as well. I thought it was the widow woman till you killed me.” “I can’t believe Y/n jumped out of a vent, killed me then jumped back in and no one cared when my body was found.” Clint grumbled. “Gotta admit that was some hard core gaming right there.”

“Where’s Thor? He’s been quiet the whole time.” “He’s hurt cause he keeps getting killed first ha.” “Guys stop killing Thor first.” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “Ugh fine.” “Fine.” “I guess.” “No promises.”

“So...new game?” Harley questioned. “Sure, this actually is kind of fun.” “We told you guysssss.” “Remember do your tasks and no killing Thor first.” Steve said before turning off his mic.

A smirk makes its way across Loki’s face when he sees that him and Nat are both imposters. “Thor where are you?”

Tags:: @underoosjae @sovereignparker @allegra-writes @hey-its-grey @gwenvrse @marvel4geeks @kitkatd7 @spidey-boy-89 @buckys-other-punk @peterismymans @dreamofaprilsblog @parkerpeter24 @marvelousmrstark @peeterparkr @spidey-reids-2003 @starlight-starks @localpeter @chloe-geoghegan1 @spideysparklee

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on-a-lucky-tide · 3 years

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Tagged by @greyduckgreygoose! Cheers, Grey. :3

What is your total word count on AO3?

1,134,268.

How many fandoms have you written for?

Just the one - the Witcher!

What were your top 5 fics by kudos?

Piece Me Back Together, Dear Heart

Petrichor

If These Scars Could Speak

Cabinet of Curiosities

Sonnet X

Do you respond to comments - why, why not?

I do, but recently I've struggled to engage due to anxiety and imposter syndrome. I have a back log that I want to get through, because I'm so grateful that anyone reads my work, let alone spends time actually commenting on it.

What's your fic with the angsty-est ending?

Bury My Heart At Rivia.

Do you write crossovers?

Nope. More of an AU aficionado. I'm sure if I was involved in more fandoms I would give it a go.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

In my Tumblr inbox, yeah, but not on a story. I've received "actually, you should have done it this way" and several essays on how the person would have written it differently. 70k into a story. I've been told that my story conflicts with people's headcanons (usually sexual ones, weirdly; like, oh, actually, Jaskier's a bottom. I just do the blinking .gif and delete it, because I'm pretty sure if I asked why I would have head-desked at the answer). I dunno, there seems to be something "sacred" about AO3? Or maybe the Witcher fandom is just polite? People usually scroll on/click away if they don't like something.

Have you ever had a story stolen?

Not a whole story. Hard to draw a line between "stealing", "borrowing" and "adapting" in fandom, though.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a few into Russian.

What is your all time favourite pairing?

Me x Worldbuilding and Lore. My favourite part of fandom is the world and how characters are affected by/live within it.

But if I had to choose a ship? Eskel/Geralt. I'm a multi-shipper though, and Eskel/Lambert is a close second, with so, so many more I adore writing beyond them.

What is a fic you would like to finish but don't think you ever will?

Ensnared. It's Geraskier. There are lots of reasons I fell out of love with it, but the next chapter is mostly done and the rest planned out. My heart just isn't in it.

Writing strengths?

Long stories. Humour, I think. Worldbuilding and research.

Writing weaknesses?

Adverbs. Smut (yes, yes, I know, but I still struggle). Writing "soft" things (sometimes it happens by accident). Spelling. Jaskier and Yennefer characterisation (more a confidence thing, I think).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?

Love me some Elder Speech. Sometimes I'll use pet names in other languages, particularly if the origin of the IP has another language. You have to be careful though and do the research.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The Witcher.

What's your favourite fic?

It's a cross between Duality of Witchers and Kaer Morhen Automotive Repairs at the moment, but it does tend to change.

Tagging: @tumbleweedtech, @round--robin, @wolf-and-bard, @winter-fir, @sometimesiwrite, @skaldingrayne, @icarus-fell-in-spring, @fangirleaconmigo.

#writing ask #writing game #the witcher

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niqhtlord01 · 4 years

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Welcome back fighting fans for another gore filled day of punching, screaming, and crying in what we call the Rooster Teeth Championship! Today we have a doubles match from our misfit rag tag group of soldiers that have somehow saved the universe 2-3 times by now.

Let’s give it up for the members of....RED VS BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!! Sarge: *Walks in loading shotgun* Sarge 2: What in tarnation! Sarge: By Jesus’s grapeshot, an imposter! Sarge 2: *Cocks shotgun* There’s only room for one sarge in the red army, and that sarge is me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tucker: *Walks in and ignites energy sword* Tucker 2: Careful not to cut your dick off with that thing, idiot. Tucker: Why would this be anywhere near my dick? Tucker 2: *Ignites energy sword* I know what you do behind that rock with it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Griff: *Walks in scratching balls* Griff 2: Did you wash that hand? Griff: When do we ever wash? Griff 2: *Hefts rocket launcher* Good, was worried for a moment. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wyoming: *Walks in cocking BR* Wyoming 2: It should be a crime to be so devilishly handsome. Wyoming: I would settle for nothing less than the death penalty as punishment. Wyoming 2: *Cocks BR* Well then do I have good news for you! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Church: *Walks in with sniper rifle* Church 2: So what are you now? Clone? Tortured AI? Me from the future? Church: Fuck if I know, I lost track of this back during that whole freelancer bs. Church 2: *Loads sniper rifle* Well than you won’t mind if I kill you to make my life a bit easier then. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Doyle: *Walks in with two guards* Doyle 2: Men, I order you to arrest that imposter! Doyle: Steady on soldiers, this fool is trying to deceive you. Doyle 2: *Pulls out pistol* As if I would ever partake in such underhanded schemes! Have at you! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Felix: *Walks in twirling knife* Felix 2: I hope you don’t expect me to split the prize money fifty fifty. Felix: Why would I share my winnings with a dead man? Felix 2: Straight to the murder; my kind of guy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Simmons: *Walks in writing notes* Simmons 2: Is that my notepad! Simmons: Your note pad? This is my notepad! Simmons 2: *Pulls out assault rifle* No touches my office supplies! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Caboose: *Walks in with freckles* Caboose 2: *slowly spins around in villain chair stroking freckles* We finally meet. Caboose: *Shocked gasp* I did not see this coming! Caboose: *Gets up from chair* Well you would have if you had read all those internet letters I sent you! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wash: *Walks in rubbing head* Wash 2: You don’t need to do this; we can go back to the way things were. Wash: I don’t remember anything from before; save for how to hurt others. Wash 2: *Sighs sadly* Yeah…maybe that’s all we’re good for. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Santa: *Hologram appears* Santa 2: You have entered a restricted area; leave at once. Santa: It is you who have violated this space. Santa 2: *Hologram flickers* Violence authorized for expulsion. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Donut: *Skips into the ring* Donut 2: Looking at you now I know you’re not the original. Donut: We are exactly alike! Donut 2: *Takes out SMG* I beg to differ! I would never be caught with that tacky shade of pink. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Doc: *Walks in charging plasma pistol* O’Malley: Miss me? Doc: Like I would miss a rectum rash. O’Malley: *Hefts rocket launcher* Then get ready for your placebo medicine muahahahah! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grey: *Walks in reading data pad but throws it away* Grey 2: You could harm someone like that. Grey: Then they would need to pay me for treatment. Grey 2: *Evil helmet glint* Genius! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kaikaina: *walks in with twin smgs* Kaikaina 2: If we made out does that count as incest? Kaikaina: Or masturbation? Kaikaina 2: *Draws dual smgs* Finally, someone who asks the right questions!

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melisusthewee · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday - Let’s Talk Music

Thank you to @cleverblackcat @kittynomsdeplume @noire-pandora and @morganlefaye79 for tagging me!

I don’t have any writing to really offer today. I’ve been trying to work on that Haven fic but unfortunately Aloysius hasn’t been co-operating with me despite all my best efforts to make him speak. I may take a break from writing and pivot towards completing some art memes, but Wednesday just sort of crept up on me and here we are. So instead, I’m sharing something that both is but also isn’t a work in progress?

It’s “in progress” because while I’m happy with where it currently is, I’ve said that about playlists and soundtracks before and later changed them. I’ve worked hard on this and talked several friends’ ears off about songs I’ve heard or artists that seemed to work and thanks to their feedback I think this is a really good one. It’s gone through several edits as well, and may potentially even go through more down the road. So I’m saying this counts for today.

If you give it a listen (and I hope you do because I’m very proud of it so far), I hope you enjoy it and maybe discover an artist you didn’t know before. It clocks in at around 51 minutes and features 13 tracks which span Quinn Trevelyan’s story and important events of the main game through to Trespasser.

If you are interested, below the cut is a list of tracks and a brief blurb or description about who or what they’re meant to represent. I was going to go into things in more depth and talk about how I built it, why I picked the songs I did, and the B-Sides that were left on the cutting room floor, but after realizing I had written nearly 4 pages about just as many songs, I realized it was too much for anyone to read. So below is just a very brief summary and I think that most of the music would speak for itself, but I’m happy to expand more on anything that anyone finds either interesting… or confusing. (There is also Solas content because I knew a few of you love that.)

You have to click on this sentence to go to the playlist because Tumblr’s coding for “Read More” seems to be conflicting with the HTML code to embed a functional playlist. Because of course it is.

Quinn’s tarot card is the Wheel of Fortune as his story is a series of unpredictable highs and lows. What the Maker giveth, He also taketh away. The playlist follows that trend of highs and lows with upbeat songs followed by darker or more mellow ones. Whenever I create a playlist, I try to think of a general tone or sound that I want to be carried through the soundtrack. I want the overall genre or sound to tell the story as much as the individual songs. Because of that, you’ll see artists repeat a couple of times, and when they do it’s always intentional. You’ll also notice that most of the vocalists are male. This was again intentional because this is Quinn’s story, and he’s a man. They are his songs and I wanted the vocals to reflect that.

The Cult of Dionysus - pre-Conclave Quinn

Quinn at his most basic and stereotypical before any character development happens whatsoever - poppish, upbeat, and maybe just a little obnoxious. He smokes, he drinks, he fucks, and nothing else matters.

The Sound of Silence - Aloysius’ Theme

I like Aloysius as a more practical view and examination of Quinn and the cult that grows around him. He affords an opportunity to look at Quinn both as the Herald but also as just a person. He is stoic and mild-mannered, a dutiful soldier, and an excellent foil for Quinn. This is also absolutely a reference to an Arrested Development joke.

Isle of Dogs - Quinn’s true theme

Quinn is a walking disaster constantly falling victim to his own hubris. There’s a morose sort of resentment to the lyrics, of someone who is constantly struggling against the tide. In a lot of ways, this is basically a reaction or push back to all the crap I have put him through.

Providence - “In Hushed Whispers”

There are no Templars here. The first few lines relate a lot to the dismissal the fledgling Inquisition receives from what remains of the Chantry, but the rest of the lyrics are very much about the mages and Fiona’s dealings with the Venatori.

Seven Devils - “In Your Heart Shall Burn

No male vocals in this one to symbolize the change in perspective. This is both a bit of an easy and obvious choice for this story beat. Female vocals for Corypheus might seem strange, but when I created my Warden’s soundtrack I tended to use powerful choruses and female vocals for anything related to Blight, Archdemons, or the darkspawn. I carried that idea over to this as Corypheus is one of the seven Magisters.

Caesar - becoming the Inquisitor

This is a softer and quiet interlude in the wake of the loss of Haven and struggle through the snow. If the previous song marks the end of the first act, this song marks the beginning of the second.

King - “Here Lies the Abyss”

In my written world state, Alistair is both the king and the Grey Warden contact (this goes back to that longform fic I am working on). I suppose it’s a bit unfair because in the end that has a major impact on why Quinn makes the decision he does at Adamant (a rather threatening letter from the Warden helps too). Think of this as a duet between Quinn and Hawke.

My Type - the love interest

“Here Lies the Abyss” was completed first, then a romance triggered, then “Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts”. This is that sort of inbetween interlude and is very much inspired by how I may have flirted with multiple characters a little too much and basically triggered several romances at once. I also went into Quinn’s playthrough having no idea who I was going to romance and just let him shop around. And it came down to a coin flip in the end, so “you have a pulse and you are breathing” is pretty much the only standards he has.

Boheme Supreme - party at Halamshiral

All I have to say is that I love techno swing, every single lyric in this song is perfect, and I want you all to picture Quinn Trevelyan walking into the Winter Palace with his Inner Circle entourage around him, dressed up in that outfit I drew with that peacock feathered cap and having a drink in his hand throughout the entire night’s affair.

Hell’s Coming With Me - “Doom Upon All the World”

This is the climax of the main game, the rematch between Quinn and Corypheus which I have to imagine is more impressive in concept than it was in game. I chose the dialogue option when Corypheus calls Quinn an imposter, “I am the Maker’s chosen” as his final challenge. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that this main is actually very Andrastian. But he is, and the lyrics, “I am the righteous hand of God/And I am the Devil that you forgot/And I told you one day will see/I’ll be back I guarantee/And that Hell’s coming with me” are the perfect declaration.

Paradise - Jaws of Hakkon & The Descent

Another interlude song. If the previous one is triumphant than this one is the beginning of a bad turn. In the interim between the events of the main game and the Exalted Council, things begin to go wrong in little ways. His relationship with Cassandra begins to break down, eventually ending in the two of them having frequent spats and going their separate ways after returning from the Frostback Basin. This song is deceptively sarcastic about how good things are.

I Still Love You, Judas - Solas’ Betrayal

Solas… oh, Solas. Does this song indicate a very complicated and layered relationship between Quinn and Solas? Yes! Have I attempted to unpack any of this? Nope! Have fun with this one!

Tagging for this week: @kita-lavellan @silvanils @nivenor-krosis @drag-on-age @rosella-writes @inquisitoracorn

Battle Cries - Quinn and Cassandra

I saved this one for the very end because it is a story within a story. It is sad and bittersweet, but also not. This entire thing feels to me like a duet between Quinn and Cass on what was good, what could never last, and that it’s all over now but that’s okay. Because “this isn’t a breakup, dear heart, it’s a season finale.” Does this mean that Quinn sounds like Joey Batey when he sings? Sure, why not.

#wip wednesday #oc: quinn trevelyan

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dulce-pjm · 3 years

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get to know me tag game !!

tagged by the lovely @hauntedlilies !! thanks sweet m! these are always fun :))

as usual i rambled and got a little personal with the answers so you know all you followers keep building up the blackmail material i guess LOL

When is your birthday?

january 15!

What is your favorite color?

ahhh it’s always changing but rn i’m vibing with purple, pink, green, and yellow :))

What’s your lucky number?

7, 10, 15 :)

Do you have any pets?

yes !!! two cats and two dogs and i adore them !!!

How tall are you?

5′8″ (watch out jimin!! based on the evidence i have seven years left to outgrow you !!!)

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

i haven’t a clue

Favorite song?

my go-to answer is always seesaw but tbh it’s so hard to pick !!

Favorite movie?

agghhhhhh how do you choose???? i’ve mostly been watching animated movies recently bc it comforts me so probably your name or monster’s inc :)

What would be your ideal partner?

...park jimin?

LOL in all seriousness... i tend to like extroverts and just people who are super passionate about something !!! both romantically and in any relationship!! honestly oikawa tooru is the template i would drop everything and marry him he is a precious petty idiot and i love him the most

Do you want children?

fjdslgkhsdlkfjlsd not right now !!!! i tend to not answer this question too directly because i have plenty of time to think about it and i don’t want to tie myself to any direction !!!

Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

lol no but i think after a quick scroll through my tumblr you could have guessed that

What color socks are you wearing?

no socks !!! unless it’s winter and i’m freezing sleeping in socks is a crime >:( but earlier i was wearing pink and purple socks !

Bath or shower?

depends !! but i never feel clean after a bath and still end up showering, the bath is just for me to chill

Favorite type of music?

hmmmm kpop, musical theatre, minecraft music LOL

How many pillows do you sleep with?

four !! SLFKJLDSGH lol

Which position do you sleep in?

depends !!! i used to sleep exclusively on my stomach but i’ve changed a bit and honestly any position is possible! but no matter what i am cuddling a pillow (with the other three piled around me) and probably holding my own hand LOL

What don’t you like when you’re sleeping?

being cold :( i can deal with hot but being freezing is terrible !! i like to spread out but when you’re cold you have to like curl yourself up to preserve heat

What do you have for breakfast?

cold leftovers are the ideal breakfast <3 i used to like breakfast foods but most of them just make me nauseous now so i end up just eating leftovers or coffee/tea

Have you ever tried archery?

like once? like literally did one shot. was not good

Favorite fruit?

strawberries !!!! yum yum yum (after that probably mango)

Favorite swear word?

i don’t know that i have a favorite but i say fuck the most LOL

Do you have any scars?

yes !! i’m clumsy so i have many burn scars on my hands from cooking or curling my hair (the biggest one was very creatively named Mark by my bestie and beta reader @delayedimperfection). i also have several scars from my psycho/lovely cat on my arms and hands (and then i went in the sun after getting several of them and yeah they probably will never go away it’s fine)

Are you a good liar?

nope !!! especially if you know me i think my tells are just easy to pick up on!! i rarely win as imposter in among us :( tragic

What’s your personality type?

infp-t!! i think that’s what this is asking

What’s your favorite type of girl?

all !!!!

Left or right handed?

right !! my left hand is useless <33

Favorite food?

sushi !!!! it’s filling but a lot of food makes me nauseous nowadays and i never feel that way after eating sushi

Are you clean or messy?

messy !!

Favorite foreign food?

well i guess sushi LOL but i am always down to try something new!

How long does it take for you to get ready?

depends on how greasy my hair is!! anywhere from five minutes to an hour-ish

Most used phrase?

lol probably “oh my gosh” and “oh my god.” i also say this phrase that’s like from a specific city but i honestly do not even know to spell it it’s like gibberish i don’t even know

**update (not that anyone was asking) but i did some research and the phrase is jeezle petes!! it’s not exclusive to the city i picked it up from but that one city is how i learned it :))

Are you a good singer?

lol i’d like to hope so !!! i did musical theatre for several years so if i’m terrible well whoops? lol

Do you sing to yourself?

of course !!!

Biggest fear?

ummmm idk i am such a scaredy cat so i’d say most things spook me !! i guess i’d say abandonment as a serious answer and ghosts as a silly(ish) one

Do you like long or short hair?

i generally like shorter hair (on myself and other people) but i mean different hairstyles suit different people !!

Are you into gossip?

idk i don’t like to speculate and i try to always give people the benefit of the doubt but !!! if it’s me and my mom in the car well then no fucking mercy

Extrovert or introvert?

introvert !!!! if you message me first i’ll love you forever (also hence why i love extroverts, they balance me out !!)

Favorite school subject?

i love love love chemistry and any kind of science !!!! (definitely haven’t projected that into any of my fics no no no...)

What makes you nervous?

being in unfamiliar places !! i hate feeling lost or feeling like people can tell that i’m lost

Who was your first real crush?

fjdlsghsdlk idk... i have such a hard time expressing and processing romantic feelings that i’m not really sure that i’ve had one !!! my best guess is probably my best friend a few years ago but honestly i don’t really even think i had a crush, i was just trying to reciprocate how he felt SJLDGKJLSDGKH this is soooo personal anyways~~~~~

How many piercings do you have?

i used to have three in each ear but due to some unfortunate circumstances two (in each ear) grew in :( i plan to get them re-pierced soon though !!

How fast can you run?

GJLSDGHLDKF idk ????? i’d like to think i’m relatively fast because i have longer legs but honestly that’s such a lie i have to be in fear to really be fast LOL

What makes you angry?

hmmm!! tbh it takes a lot to make me mad, i’m pretty chill and usually i get sad/upset rather than actually angry! but the quickest way to make me mad is to like expect something from me and never communicate it!! i can’t read your fucking mind i’m the biggest people pleaser i know and would probably bend over backwards for you if you just told me GJSLDKFHL yes this is about a very specific set of instances <3333

Do you like your own name?

yeah, actually !! naomi is an alias, i chose it just for fun, but i like my irl name too :)

What are your weaknesses?

my crippling self doubt :’) also i’m so ticklish it isn’t funny. hmmmm i also tend to put other people’s needs before my own and then let them take advantage of that GHLSDKFJS it’s fine. AND i need everyone to like me all the time especially when they are mean to me (which makes me easy to manipulate unfortunately flsdkghdlskfj why am i giving out this info)

What are your strengths?

i think i give okay advice and i’m good at teaching other people things !!! i’ve also been told i’m very genuine and honest :)

What is the color of your bedspread?

grey !!

Color of your room?

lol grey, white, and then honestly just an assorted bunch of colors

this was fun !!! tagging @softbobamilktae, @moon-write, and @jtrbluv !!!

#tag game #hauntedlilies

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princess-of-the-worlds · 4 years

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tldr: I’m back, babey, with a handful of Torchwood fic recs timed perfectly for Halloween! Now, I tried to collect newer as well as older fics, but honestly, the way it worked out, they all ended up mostly being newer. Still, the fics here are a mixed bag in terms of spooky versus creepiness, and you should definitely find several you like!

I cannot sleep warm by Beleriandings (@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe)

“And I love you too. Now... time to wake up.”

(janto | complete | teen | 11.2K)

Nik: Hi! Do you want to cry? Well, then, read this fic! Set in...well, a scenario I can’t entirely describe without spoilers but can say that it involves dreaming, this fic transcends reality - and also imagination - at times. The author - yes, I am proud to call her my friend - is very good at writing surreal stories, and there are just so many angsty layers to this fic. There’s this symmetric beauty to the first chapter that the second chapter just brings into focus. I immensely enjoyed this fic, but don’t go in expecting a happy ending!

The Picture of Javic Thane by thirteeninafez (@thirteeninafez)

The painting was an old Victorian portrait, showing a man sitting in an almost throne-like chair, posture perfect and facial expression stoic. Deep colours swirled from brilliant brush strokes, perfectly capturing the image it was displaying. It took Ianto a second to realise that the figure in the maroon, nearly purple suit (and matching bow-tie) was in fact the same man that was currently holding the painting in the Hub.

“That’s what came through the Rift?” Ianto asked incredulously, trying to ignore the smile that was tugging at the corner of his mouth.

(janto | complete | teen | 22.3K)

Nik: Full disclosure, I beta’d this fic, and holy shit, it’s good and perfectly fits the Halloween mood! This fic is essentially a The Picture of Dorian Grey AU, and the author’s descriptions as the painting changes...chef’s kiss! All team’s perspectives on Jack and how he changes is delightful and enough to make you shudder. If dark!Jack is something you’ve been missing in life, read this fic, but also know that it comes with requisite amounts of angst. (But I guess that that’s to be expected!)

Werewolf of Cardiff by Jackdaw816 (@shejustcalledmeafish)

Ianto's a wolf in the bedroom. Literally

(janto | complete | teen | 0.5K)

Nik: Again, full disclosure, I chattered about Werewolf Ianto to the author enough until she wrote this. So you can basically thank me for this fic! Short and sweet, this fic is essentially the quickest and best fluff you can ask to cheer you up or give you the warm fuzzies! Despite being a werewolf, Ianto’s full characterization still comes through, and the author does a delightful job with pouring on the extra love and warmth into the Jack-Ianto relationship.

Jack-O'-Lantern by AVAAntares (@avaantares)

An epistolary story in which Gwen carves, Ianto objects, Owen shirks, and Jack pays.

(Written for Torchwood Halloween Fest 2020. Prompt: Halloween traditions or celebrations)

(janto | complete | general | 0.7K)

Nik: Another quick fic! This one is entirely amusing with a great team dynamic! Brief emails follow the trajectory of the weeks before Halloween in the Hub, including a pumpkin that falls victim to Gwen and Jack as well as other moments of humor. You’ll certainly find yourself giggling along!

Imposters Among Us by gwendolyncooper (@gwendolyncooper)

The Torchwood team (+Rhys) are out for a night of fun when they end up on a spaceship with no power, no info, and no crew. Known only as THE SKELD, the team tries to fix the ship and figure out what happened to its previous occupants.

But something out there is killing them.

Something that may be someone they know.

(gwenrhys, janto | complete | mature | 9.1K)

Nik: This fic, as gut-punchy and well-written as the writing is, may not for the light-hearted, as you can likely see with the tags, but trust me, it’s worth it and ends up paying itself off! It’s essentially real-life Among Us, but playing it in reality is a lot more terrifying than playing it on your phone, and the team proves that! The plot is intriguing as it builds on the lore of the game, and the emotional beats certainly punch very hard, but the fic lands a bit more lightly on its feet at the end. Certainly a must-read if you love Among Us!

Toil, Trouble, and Trick-or-Treating by moonlightrhosyn (@moonlightrhosyn)

“I know what this is. She planned this. She thinks I don’t spend enough time with the kids. That’s why she’s doing this.” “Doing what, Ianto?” Gwen asked him. “What do your sister’s dinner plans have to do with you?” Ianto heaved a sigh. “She just asked me to take David and Mica trick-or-treating so she ‘can go to dinner’ - she just wants me to spend more time with them, and she’s come up with this.” “I can go too,” Jack offered as he joined them. He grinned. “I love kids!” In which Jack and Ianto take Halloween night off to look after Rhiannon's kids, while Gwen and Suzie coordinate Halloween Watch (and Gwen tries to get Suzie a date, after two years of strategizing).

(janto, gwenrhys, kathysuzie | complete | teen | 2.7K)

Nik: Here’s a canon divergence AU where everyone lives, including Suzie, which means we get some fun team times with Halloween! Ianto is tasked with taking David and Mica trick-or-treating, all accompanied by Jack. It’s sweet, light, and a perfect treat, with great little moments like Gwen trying to set Suzie up on a date with Kathy Swanson and David and Mica trying to conspire against Jack and Ianto for candy. There’s no monsters here! I beta’d this fic - you’re probably starting to see a trend here - and 200% recommend this for a fun read if you’re disappointed about not getting to go trick-or-treating this year!

Treat or Trick by NancyBrown

Five unusual trick or treaters show up at the tourist office.

(janto | complete | teen | 1K)

Nik: The author is an icon of this fandom, but this is one of their lesser-read fics, which is a damn shame. Ianto’s Halloween at the tourist office goes a bit awry when he meets the team, not only de-aged but also tossed back in time. It’s quick, witty, and humorous, everything a fic needs! A must-read!

Going Batty by blackkat

Ianto is a vampire. Cue Owen's obligitory Twilight jokes.

(janto | complete | general | 1.4K)

Nik: This fic is completely crack. Completely. If you’re looking for Dracula-esque vampire!Ianto, this is the perfect fic for you. Taking place from the perspective of Gwen, it explores the mystery of Torchwood’s most reclusive member. But again, it is also. 100% crack. But it’s very, very batty. (See what I did there?)

Erlkönig by engagemythrusters (@iianto-jones)

Something lurked in the darkness. It waited and watched, and it was coming for Ianto.

(janto | complete | teen | 5.6K)

Nik: Now, if you really want spooky, this is the right fic for you! The writing is excellent and dripping with tension and suspense, and the way Ianto spirals...now, this is some well-written horror that will keep you on the edge of your seat. If you’re looking for answers in this fic, don’t expect any, but that only makes it better. A must-read that was - ironically - written in May. I have many, many questions about how this fic resolves; please tell us, author! (Or don’t, to keep the spooky alive!)

Echoing by Beleriandings (@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe)

Ianto wakes up at his desk in the archives, with no memory of how he got there or what happened before, and no way to contact Jack or Gwen. Turns out, all of that's the least of his problems.

(janto, lisaianto | complete | teen | 7.4K)

Nik: Yes, I know; this author has been on the list twice, but she’s on fire this month, with many, many excellent spooky fics. (Not that her fics aren’t always spooky!) This fic once again hits you like a gut-punch. Written in a very disorienting - in the good way - sense, we as readers follow Ianto wandering the Hub, looking for anyone else. He encounters company who aren’t so solid. By the time you’re nearing the end of this fic, you’ll likely have generated thousands of theories if you’re anything like me, but none of them will hurt as much as the actual truth. Expect some much angst from this. Again, another must-read!

#torchwood #torchwood fic recs #halloween #janto #jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper #owen harper #toshiko sato #nik's fic recs #nik's torchwood fic recs

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josephsaturn · 3 years

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I posted 200 times in 2021

124 posts created (62%)

76 posts reblogged (38%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.6 posts.

I added 280 tags in 2021

#danganronpa - 55 posts

#my hero academia - 53 posts

#boku no hero academia - 49 posts

#izuku midoriya - 32 posts

#makoto naegi - 26 posts

#danganronpa trigger happy havoc - 23 posts

#naegi sees ghosts au - 14 posts

#third one for all holder - 10 posts

#yoichi shigaraki - 9 posts

#byakuya togami - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 115 characters

#like a zombie that used to be a well-respected person in the community having forget-me-nots blooming all over them

My Top Posts in 2021

I posted this on my AO3 a week or so ago, so I thought I’d post it here as well, with some context, mind:

One for all hivemind AU

(Or is it mindhive-)

Basically, one for all hits singularity after being passed on to Izuku, which causes the vestiges’ and Izuku’s minds to merge together, creating a singular entity called…well, One For All!

(Only while awake, though. When asleep, One For All mentally separates back into the eight components

Yagi has only a slight connection to Izuku, so he can’t exactly be merged.

Exerpt from my writings on this fic under the cut:

Katsuki Bakugo stares at Izuku Midoriya.

The way the nerd’s hands fidget.

The way his eyes dart around nervously, bouncing from the plain grey walls, to the ceiling, to the floor, and finally, to the door, with Katsuki in front of it.

Well, to the untrained eye, it’s “nervously”

But to Katsuki? Who’s known this nerd for 12 years?

It isn’t nervous in the slightest.

It’s assessing.

Assessing the fastest possible escape route just in case things go sour here.

Assessing Katsuki, seeing if he’s a threat at this moment, or really did want to talk.

Speaking of…

“Y-You wanted to talk, Kacchan?” Deku says nervously, eyes moving down to his fidgeting hands. Once again, if it were someone like Round Face or Glasses, they’d think “typical Deku, you poor shy thing.”

But Katsuki knows the truth.

“Cut the crap, I know ya ain’t Deku.”

That surprises the Deku imposter, it loses it’s fake shyness, looking up at Katsuki, staring directly in his eyes.

Involuntarily, Katsuki shivers.

There’s something about Deku, no, this imposter, specifically, his eyes, that just feels…wrong.

He felt it in Aldera, he feels it in UA.

Those damn green eyes pierce straight through Katsuki’s soul…

And it pisses him off.

“Kacchan, w-what do you-“

“I said cut the crap . I know you aren’t Deku, so stop pretending to be.”

The imposter cocks it’s head to Katsuki’s left, and blinks.

“O-Ok. Say I’m not. What makes you so sure?”

See the full post

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AU where Makoto can see the ghosts of his dead friends.

It starts with Sayaka’s death (which he doesn’t even know happened until he’s already in the dining hall), to which her ghost apologizes profusely. It isn’t until during the trial he finds out why.

After Leon’s execution, the two act as his (sort-of) “assistants”, or people that, when someone else dies, they’ll direct them to Makoto so he can help them out

I’ll expand on this idea a bit more if y’all want.

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Why I love the weapons design in the Bayonetta series

so while I was thinking about an AU that I have for MHA, I started thinking about the main guns from the Bayonetta series and just...how much love is put into all the designs.

Here's what I mean.

One thing i've noticed about all three of Bayonetta's main guns are named after love songs:

Scarborough Fair is a song about unrequited love and impossible tasks

Love is Blue is a song about losing someone you love dearly and equating that to forces of nature and colors

Color My World is a song about understanding just how much someone means to you and resolving to spend as much time loving them as you can

These songs also reflect the themes (or in color my world's case, might reflect the themes) of the game that they're in:

Bayonetta 1 is a game, at it's core, about memory. Bayonetta's lost her memories, Luka's driven by the memory of his father's death, Balder tells her that to awaken the left eye, she had to remember her youth, it's very heavy-handed.

Bayonetta 2 starts hot on the heels of Jeanne's death. Though she might not look it, Bayo is incredibly distraught by this, only letting her guard down when by herself or after finally saving Jeanne.

(Trust me. i'm making an essay on the usage of blue in Bayonetta 2 and how that ties into the core themes and whatnot later, but for now, GuNs.)

the songs even have lyrics that could sum up the game:

Scarborough: "Remember me to one who lives there/For once she was a true love of mine"

Love is Blue: "Blue is my world now that i'm without you"

all in all, i think it's really interesting that the games choose such heavy-handed songs as the names of the guns. if i think of anything else (aside from that blue essay), i'll post later.

64 notes • Posted 2021-10-09 17:16:21 GMT

Ok.

I’ve been holding this AU in for the past... (looks at a crudely drawn watch on my right wrist) while, and I’m not gonna do that anymore.

I’ve got an MHA AU that I like to call:

The Teacher’s Aides AU

Here’s how it goes:

Somehow, Izuku gains the ability to summon the vestiges (whether it’s because of some random quirk or because he just can (cause he’s still quirkless in this AU before OFA) and it’s not explained). He finds this out at the entrance exam, and while the other kids don’t notice the 7 grown adults in the air with the scrawny kid, the teachers certainly do. All Might talks to izuku once he gets his results (after being mauled by the vestiges for not telling izuku about the most basic things of the quirk), he finds out that in order to use one for all, izuku has to summon at least one of the vestiges, so he tells nezu that, and what does the principal do?

Make the vestiges (who are willing) Teacher’s Aides!

I say willing, because Second and Third aren’t.

They don’t like how much of a “breads-and-circuses” situation heroism has become, and as such, just stay in izuku’s head and make snarky comments sometimes.

Speaking of which, izuku & the vestiges have a sort of “collective-mind” idea, with the vestiges’ physical bodies being essentially extensions of one for all with their consciousnesses implanted in them. They don’t need to eat or anything like that, either.

Some things change, but one of the biggest is the final exam, where the classes fight against the vestiges: 1A in teams of 4 against 1 vestige (minus Midoriya, Ofc) and 1B as a rogue-like situation).

I wrote this AU for a bunch of reasons, mainly for vestiges & class 1A interaction.

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #nice #like damn son I have not been watching my notes

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tahnex · 4 years

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@blake-belladonna-defence-force said anyone could do this so let’s go.

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obliged to know better,

Name: Tahnex

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: Roughly 6’ to 6’1” Depends on the day

Time: 13:42pm and getting hungry.

Birthday 02/01/1993 and wishing I wasn’t 30 in less than two years cos that shits scary.

Favourite bands: Varies wildly. ATM it’s probably Linkin Park because I have a soft spot in my heart for a band that’s almost as old as me and still going strong

Favourite solo artist: Probably a guy called Example - partially for the music but also cos he’s such a great guy and his Instagram stories are full of memes.

Last Movie: Erm...I think the last movie I saw the whole way through was The Equalizer 2? I wanted some daft action shoot em up shit as white noise.

Last Show: Hey Duggee (I have a two year old kid who is fucking obsessed)

When did I create this blog: Jesus I have no idea. I’ve had like five different tumblrs since I first got one back in like 2007? 2008? I dunno. This one has been around for about four, five years maybe? Honest,y no clue.

What I post: What I personally post is mostly RWBY related. What I reblog is anything I think looks awesome, is awesome. Mental health stuff, Pokémon, RWBY, LGBTQ+ supportive stuff, quite a bit.

Last thing I googled: Pictures of Entei to show my wife because I was explaining the differences between every Pokémon generation and all the games.

Other blogs: I know I said I’ve had like five but I don’t remember the logins for any of the others so it’s just this one.

Do I get asks: No, but I’d love some! I’m a bit anxious but I try to be nice and I’d love to talk with people ☺️

Why I chose my URL: Tahnex is a username I’ve had for about a decade? Honestly can’t remember where I got it from or if I just came up with it, but I don’t know anyone else on any site who uses the same username, so if you find a username called Tahnex anywhere, chances are it’s me!

Following: 94

Followers: 185

Average hours of sleep: I’ve got severe obstructive sleep apnoea (yay me!) so if I don’t wear my mask it’s about two hours total, always terrible. If I do wear my mask then it’s about 6 hours (look up a CPAP machine to see what I wear every night to go to bed and yes I do sound like Darth Vader and/or Bane, yes I do annoy the shit out of my wife with jokes and references)

What I’m wearing: Locus shirt from RvB, Batman socks, and grey jogging bottoms because I have to sit at a desk for my job, if I wear jeans it’s sticky and painful after a few hours and it’s too cold for shorts.

Dream job(s): Something creative. Probably 3D animation, but I haven’t worked on it for a while because of imposter syndrome and anxiety. Other than that I’ve always wanted to be a writer or artist.

Dream trip: This is mostly from my wife’s influence, but the Maldives in one of those huts in the sea. She can sun tan and relax, and I can just relax in the shade or sea.

Favourite food: I have way too many. Right now? Probably a burger with BBQ pulled pork.

Favourite song: Too many, right now it’s probably POP/STARS by K/DA

Last book: The Light of All that Falls

Top 3 fictional universe: RWBY, Pokémon, DC/Marvel

Tagging: Anybody who wants to do it, but I’ll tag a few people I follow and who follows me: @eshden @it-me-butts @karmaneko3 @conspirwbytheorist @principally-ace

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ursifors · 3 years

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fanks for the tag @keeningthoughts i love yewwww

✨ Get to know your mutuals!! When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people if you want to get to know them better!! 🌼💕

#1 - I have anxiety and depression that I have to take medication for every day or I literally cannot function. It affects every single aspect of my life so if you see me posting in an extremely neurotic fashion (i.e. when I get imposter syndrome or nervous about something) that's why. I feel it's good to be honest about it.

#2 - I have 2 cat (sort of 3 really,) Cas(tiel), Milton, and my sister's cat Luficer (Louie for short). Cas is my heart cat, I've had him since 2011ish? He's a gray maine coon mix and he has one toe on his back foot that's bigger than the others. Milton is an orange tabby and is a fucking idiot. Lucifer is a grey and white cat and he's a perma kitten and a little goblin.

#3 - My favorite pokemon are: teddiursa/ursaring, pancham/pangoro, stufful/bewear, spinda, morgrem. If I was forced to pick just one I'd pick teddiursa. If you can't tell, bears are my favorite animal.

#4 - I have a lot of original characters, in fact I have a whole blog for them @bearknack. There is one I really want to write a graphic novel or comic about but I haven't gotten the motivation to really start yet.

#5 - I believe in soulmates, but not in a strictly one for everyone kind of way. I believe you can have a lot, and that some people are just meant to be in each other's lives. For instance, my irl best friend and I met in highschool, and have been best friends for 10 years, and are now planning to get red string of fate hand tattoos because we are gay and best friends for life.

i dont remember who all clay tagged so if you wanna do this u can pretend i tagged you <3

#logan speaks

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xnovamore · 4 years

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Which of your fics...

I was tagged by these amazing writers @siancore and @lesbians-love-samwilson thanks <3

Fair warning this post is proof I’m a multifandom mess lol

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

Imposter (Fairy Tail, Lisanna/Lucy Ashley past Lucy Ashley/Edo!Lisanna)

To be fair this fic was very self indulgent but I was hoping the concept was something that would interest people. But since 90% of my fics are for wlw ships I know all too well that sadly wlw fics just aren’t as popular in fandoms.

…got a better reaction than you expected?

Girls Like Girls (Fairy Tail, Erza/Mirajane)

I wrote this fic at 3 am after seeing a homophobic comment directed towards people saying Mira was gay. It was the first fic I ever uploaded on ao3 and I posted before I could talk myself out of it. Now it somehow it has over 200 kudos?? Seriously I have no clue how or why this spite fic became so popular lmao

Red Carnations (Naruto, Sakura/Ino)

I was highkey worried this fic didn’t make any sense but a lot of people like it

Murmurs of the Forest (Marvel, Sam/Bucky)

I’m just glad a fic that I’m really proud of got such a great response on here!

…is your funniest?

Kissing Claus (Fairy Tail, Lisanna/Lucy)

This started from a dumb joke about Lisanna’s white hair

…is your darkest or angstiest?

People Change (Fairy Tail, Freed/Laxus) tw: disownment, homophobia, terrible parenting

Acts of Grief (Fairy Tail, Erza/Mirajane) tw: underage drinking, grief/mourning

…is your absolute favorite?

Lost and Found (Marvel, Sam/Steve)

Despite how long it took me to post the second part, I really loved this fic. The descriptions, their banter, and the fact that I had a smile on my face the whole time I was writing it. This was one of the few times I could turn my brain off and just have fun writing

Late Night Talk: 3 am Edition (Naruto, Sakura/Ino/Hinata)

I clung to these characters when I was younger and exploring my attraction to girls so the thought of them being together and in love is just...I can’t even explain what it does for me. It didn’t start this way when I first wrote it but its a comfort fic for me now

Little Wonders (Marvel, Sam Wilson)

Didn’t know I needed this until I wrote it

…was easiest to write?

Lost and Found!

…was hardest to write?

A fic that I’m not even gonna link here lol. The only reason I haven’t deleted it yet was because I wanna keep my ao3 word count (I have a goal of reaching 80,000 by the end of the year I’m soo close)

Also there's a samsteve hurt/comfort fic I’ve been working on for months now that I just can’t get right

…has your favorite lines/exchange/paragraph? (Share it!)

This actually isn’t from a fanfic but one of my original works.

It was disgusting really; how soft she is on him. I should work on that…don’t want him getting too comfortable. He might try to take Vani and Ace on a mission with them again.

She almost shutters at thinking of that incident but a poke to the back brings her back to reality. An easy smile comes to her face as her reddish-brown eyes lock onto sleepy gray. With his dark locks spilling onto both of their pillows and only his face peeking out of their covers to send her a lazy glare, he resembled more of a pouting toddler than world-refined knight. Another poke to her back has her smile growing more. She didn’t need words to understand the request: go back to sleep because I don’t want to get up yet, but I can’t sleep knowing you are. Her answer was also wordless. Their lips press together in a familiar dance. Soft, lazy, gentle and warm. The feeling of those black-grey strands between her fingers and the loop of the arm around her waist were engraved in her. His warmth, the noise he makes as she presses him down and removes the cover between them. The sigh of her name against her lips, the first words spoken that morning. The imprints of his hands roaming her body, the removal of their clothes that was once a desperate scramble now gentle wave to familiar rhythm. The way they just kiss and kiss because they can put her in a high no matter how many times they do this.

These characters have been through a lot so I nearly teared up writing this part

…have you re-read the most?

Late Night Talk and This I know baby (Marvel, Sam/Steve)

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

With The Stars as Witness (Fairy Tail, Erza/Lucy)

This was the start of me developing my own writing style so to speak

…are you most proud of?

Murmurs of the Forest, My Home is where They Are series (Fairy Tail, Erza/Mirajane) and Who I am (Fairy Tail, Natsu/Lisanna)

Tagging these amazing writers: @nachodiablo @mdelpin @gaymirajane @sunsofmars @shadowfairyglitter @erzascarletisalesbian and anyone who wants to do this

#long post #my writing #big thanks for the tags <3

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sunflower-swan · 4 years

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Wolfstar Chapter 19

A/N: Here’s what you need to know: I created this story for Writer’s Month 2020. Every day is a new prompt, and therefore a new chapter. This is an AU Wolfstar where Remus is a tattoo artist next door to Sirius who manages a flower shop. James and Lily are alive in this universe and own a coffee shop across the street. And to make parts of the story work with the prompts, Remus is about 10 years older than Sirius. It also takes place more or less in present time, minus Covid-19.

This is chapter 19 of a multi-chapter work. If you’d like to start from the beginning, here is chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just like to play with them.

Day 19 Prompt: De-Aging

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1183

Tags: language, Remus history, Moody appearance, potion use

Chapter 19

Remus

Pink Floyd, “Time”

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

Remus was having a slow day at the Lounge. It was just as well because he was exhausted. Sirius had stayed until nearly midnight last night. After dinner and desert, they spent the rest of the evening sitting on the couch. Talking, laughing, stealing innocent glances and feather-light touches. The time passed so quickly, he didn’t realize the lateness of the hour until Sirius yawned and checked the time. After Remus walked him to the door at the end of their evening, Sirius leaned in and planted the lightest of pecks to his cheek.

He leaned back in his desk chair and touched his cheek with his fingertips. His brain had known, the first time they met. His brain knew but his heart wasn’t ready. His heart was ready now. Tonks would be happy to know he found someone who made him...happy did not begin to describe it. When he was around Sirius, it was like his entire being was aflame.

The bell above the door rang, and a mangled face under a bowler hat entered. One in which Remus had not seen in some time. It was inevitable they would choose this day to make an impromptu visit.

“I expected to see you before now, Alastor.” Remus attempted to disguise any surprise at the man’s unwelcome appearance. He did not move from his desk chair. After all, he didn’t owe this man any favors.

“You made a pretty clean getaway.” Moody stumped across the floor to stand in front of the cluttered desk. He inspected Remus with his normal eye. His magical eye whizzed around in it’s socket, taking in all of the shop.

“Maybe you’re just losing your touch.” Remus stood and leaned forward, pressing his knuckles into the desktop. “What do you want?” Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody was the last person he wanted to see on any day, let alone today. He could feel his good mood slip away the moment Moody entered the shop.

Moody’s electric blue eye stopped swirling around and fixed on Remus. He leaned heavily on his walking staff. “Maybe I got a wild hair for a tattoo.” His lop-sided mouth turned to a grimaced grin.

Alastor Moody was many things: formidable, daring, fierce, paranoid -- and deceitful and manipulative. If Remus played along, then maybe he could get the man out of here faster.

“Do you have any way to pay?” Remus folded his arms.

The grumpy auror reached into his pockets. “I’ve got this.” He pulled out a small vial, and held it up for Remus to see.

“And what exactly is that, and why is it worth my time?”

“Been watching you for a couple days.”

Of course.

“Your fresh-faced friend, Mr. Black...what’s the story there?”

“What’s in the vial, Alastor?” Remus growled. Damn nosy, no-good…

His magical eye stayed on Remus, while the normal eye traveled to the vial. “De-Aging Potion. A very specific formula. Nicked it off a boisterous fella at the Leaky Cauldron last week. Been carrying it around since. Thought it might come in handy someday.” He raised a misshapen eyebrow. “What do ya’ say?” He gently shook the vial.

“How do I know you’re really you? For all I know, you’re an imposter attempting to poison me.” Remus tilted his head and scrutinized the grizzled man.

Maybe-Moody raised his voice and said, “Then ask me a security question,” with his arms open wide.

Remus didn’t need to think hard to come up with an appropriate question. He walked around the desk to stand next to the surly auror, and crossed his arms across his chest. “The mission,” he said, “you know the one.”

Moody looked down and adjusted his stance.

“How did it happen?”

“Ahem, well,” Moody’s voice cracked. “It was supposed to be a routine reconnaissance. Our intelligence did not pick up the movement of forces in the area. And...they were ambushed.” He looked up at Remus upon finishing the answer. “If there had been anything I could have done, then I would have. You’re not the only one who lost someone that day.”

Remus took an angry breath. It was him.

“When you say ‘specific formula’...what do you mean, exactly?” he asked.

“I’ve had it checked over by an expert. This potion gives you the ability to be fifteen years younger for precisely twelve hours.”

Remus rubbed his chin in contemplation. “Tell me why you’re really here, and what you want. Then I’ll consider your offer.”

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After much hassle, Remus finally got the truth from the old auror. Or at least a close facsimile to the truth. Moody claimed he wanted to apologize and make amends. Remus figured that was auror code for: making sure the angry, depressed werewolf was still staying out of trouble.

Once that was over and done with, Remus went ahead with the tattoo for the ridiculous man. He still thought a magical dolphin leaping in and out of the water on Moody’s shoulder blade was a strange choice. But it was done now, and with any luck, his shadow wouldn’t darken Remus’ doorstep again.

Now Remus sat alone in his flat. He studied the vial as he rolled it between his fingers. Light from the lamp shown through the blood-red potion and cast the room in a sickly hue. This was the reason he went through the charade of making nice with Alaster Reason-My-Wife-Died Moody. In a previous life he had regarded Moody with reverence. Now he felt nothing but disdain for the madman.

“I think I’ll use this tomorrow,” he said to the empty room. “And I’ll invite Sirius over.” It was a national holiday, so both shops would be closed. Should make for an interesting day at the very least.

~~~~~

Sirius would be over around ten. Remus had owled Sirius the previous evening and received an instant and enthusiastic response. At nine, Remus stood in front of his bathroom mirror with the vial.

Bottoms up! he thought with a shrug, and tipped back the contents. Cinnamon and cloves burned on his tongue, throat and sinuses.

“Blech!”

Remus’ peeked through watery eyes at his reflection in the mirror. Grey streaks disappeared from his temples, revealing a wave of pure sandy blonde undercut. The crow’s feet around his amber eyes smoothed away, and left them with a youthful sparkle. He looked down at his arms as a decade and a half of tattoos evaporated, exposing the scars of his younger years.

“Shit.” Looking from one arm to the other, he said, “That sucks.” He gasped, and pulled down the collar of his t-shirt. “Ah, crap.” In his reflection, there remained the tattoo on his sternum he got on a whim when he was eighteen.

“This is fine,” he reassured his reflection. “This will be fine.” Hopefully.

Remus took to alternating between sitting and fidgeting, and pacing when he couldn’t sit anymore. A little before ten, the bell buzzed. Anxious, excited energy pulsed through him as he ran to the front door.

He flung open the door, and Sirius’ shocked face greeted him. Yeah, this would be an interesting day.

Next Chapter: Chapter 20

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Echoes of You Ch. 4

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Chat Noir was seeing red, and not in the way he usually enjoyed.

The new Bug, whoever she was, was not his lady. That much he was sure of. She looked enough like her, acted enough like her, that the average person might not notice through the haze of Miraculous magic. The above average person, like Alya, someone who was obsessed with her, might square it away to an upgrade, new powers and new potential.

But someone who knew her, who was in love with her, would know when they were looking at a different person. He’d always assumed that, despite the fact that his kwami was the literal god of destruction and the symbol of bad luck, if he were fortunate enough to stumble across his lady in his civilian life, he’d recognize her.

Now all he was sure of was that he’d know when he was looking at an imposter.

The problem was, as he turned away from Marinette’s glassy eyes and back to the fight, he wasn’t sure what was there. Another sentimonster? Someone who’d stolen his lady’s Miraculous? An illusion? This new Bug had told him to ‘deal with it’, but the only conclusions he could draw were bad ones.

Across the room the Bug had climbed back to her feet and was squaring off against Scream-ripper once again. He winced. Everything she did, from the way she moved to the way she avoided attacks instead of turning them to her advantage, was different from his lady. It was painful to watch.

But Marinette had seemed to trust this new Ladybug. He glanced over his shoulder at her statue, trust frozen in her face. He’d promised they’d protect her. He’d failed her once. He wouldn’t fail her again.

Chat Noir tore across the room, snatching his baton up along the way. The akuma must have heard him coming because she ducked under Ladybug’s attack and used her own momentum to swing around, engaging him once again.

“Pretty cowardly,” Scream-ripper hissed as she parried his thrust, “Letting that poor girl take that hit for you. Not so funny anymore, is it?”

Chat Noir snarled as he pressed his attack. “We’ll see who has the last laugh.”

“Hah!” Ladybug leapt onto the monsters’ back, wrapping her yo-yo around the akuma’s neck like a bridle. The distraction was enough for Chat Noir to disarm her, and the needle sailed through the air, the cool metal flashing in the sun. He had to admit whoever this new Bug was, she did seem to be on his side, but that didn’t mean anything. For all he knew this girl was more interested in the fame than the good of all. He’d known people like that before.

“Any…suggestions?” Ladybug gasped as Scream-ripper desperately tried to buck off the heroine.

“Might be a good time for your Lucky Charm,” Chat Noir said grudgingly. He couldn’t get to the bottom of this, couldn’t keep his promise to Marinette, until the akuma was purified. “Throw the yo-yo; I’ll keep her busy.”

Ladybug let herself be thrown from Scream-rippers back the next time she bucked. Chat Noir used the distraction to sweep the akuma’s feet out from under her, but she recovered faster than he’d hoped she would. Worse, she now hovered a few inches above the ground, advancing on him. The same trick wouldn’t work twice.

“All I want is Dominique,” Scream-ripper wailed as she held out her palm. Her needle came flying back across the room, smacking into her palm like it was the world’s strongest magnet. “And justice.”

“Justice and revenge aren’t the same thing,” Chat Noir said as he engaged the monster again.

Scream-ripper seemed to consider that. “I could settle for revenge.”

“Not today you don’t! Chat Noir, duck!”

Chat Noir dropped to the floor, rolling out of the way. Three red and black spotted pins sailed over his head, piercing Scream-ripper through her clothes and staking her to the wall behind her. She shrieked with the indignity, but her lightning quick attacks were finally halted.

“Any idea where the akuma’s hiding?” Ladybug asked, coming up behind him as she watched Scream-ripper thrash against the wall.

“One or two,” he said as he glanced over the akuma. The obvious choice was the needle, but she hadn’t seemed to care too much whenever she lost it. No, his guess was the white plastic name-badge pinned to the top of her dress, the only thing that hadn’t morphed when she’d been akumatized. “Cataclysm!”

Chat Noir pressed a single finger to the cool plastic.

Sure enough, a purple butterfly flitted away as the tag disintegrated. Ladybug recoiled automatically before swinging her yo-yo out to capture it, and Chat Noir felt another deep stab of pain. His lady had never shied away from the akuma’s. In fact, he liked to think she saw the beauty, the innocence in them, that she chose to see another creature abused by Hawk Moth that needed her help instead of blaming them for whatever chaos they helped create.

“Begone, evil-doer!” Chat Noir winced at the yo-yo snapped out. He never thought he’d miss the phrase ‘de-evilize’. He’d never thought he’d have the opportunity.

He watched the purified butterfly drift up towards the open sky and disappear through the hole in the ceiling. “Bye bye…little butterfly…”

“Now what?” Ladybug said, glancing around at all the destruction. “How do I summon the magical swarm to fix all this?”

“I’ll tell you,” Chat Noir said, fixing the girl with a dangerous glare, “But first you’re going to tell me a few things.” He hoped whoever she was, she didn’t know how her yo-yo worked; that the answers were at the tips of her fingers. She could evade him, figure it out, and disappear like smoke in the wind before he could pry answers from her.

Oh, she’d be back. He was fairly certain the next time an akuma reared its head, she’d appear.

But the time until then would be sheer agony. And if his lady was in danger, he needed to know - now.

The new Bug giggled nervously. “We don’t have that kind of time,” she said, finding an earring nervously. They were already down to four spots. “You know the rules.”

“Don’t talk to me about rules,” Chat Noir snapped. “I have always followed them, and I am always the victim of them. Now it’s time for answers.”

“Don’t blame the girl,” a voice said from the shadows. “It’s not her fault.”

Chat Noir spun to face the figure coming towards them from the rubble. He couldn’t see their face hidden behind a finely crafted Venetian mask and cowl, but something about them struck a familiar chord. He suddenly wished he’d saved his cataclysm, but settled for brandishing his baton, making sure it stayed between him and the stranger.

The baton wavered, however, when he saw what the stranger was holding.

“How did you get that?”

The boy adjusted the Miracle Box against his hip. It looked different than the last time he’d seen it, but there was no mistaking what it was. Golden, delicate scroll-work filigreed the sides of the grey wooden box. It reminded him a little of a music box.

The man raised a brow. “It was surrendered to me.”

“It was…” Chat Noir blinked. “What? It - what?”

Ice splintered through his veins until it felt like he was choking on it. He swore he felt his heart still, wrapped in a frozen fist. He wondered briefly it would ever beat again.

“He is so not taking this well,” the new Bug said, squinting at him.

Blue. Her eyes were blue, but wrong, too pale behind the mask. Worse, they were empty of the things he loved the most; the intelligence, the kindness, the cleverness. She looked enough like his lady that she could be the ghost of her, a reminder of what he’d lost.

“Why?” He couldn’t let his knees buckle. Not here. Not now. Not in front of these…these strangers.

“I can’t tell you,” the new guardian said. He raised a hand as though he might comfort him, then dropped it. “It was one of her conditions.”

“Her…conditions?”

“I don’t have the time to explain right now,” the guardian said evenly. “But your lady left you a message. She said that if there were any other way, she would have taken it, and…and that if love were enough, she’d still be here.”

Agony tore through the ice, ripping Chat Noir to shreds. It burned through him, destroying everything in its path. This…this was truly cataclysmic. His world, his everything, was ending. No, it had already ended. This new guardian, this new Ladybug, were simply here to deliver the news, and possibly collect his Miraculous.

“I…I gotta go,” the Bug said, glancing between him and the guardian. “Or this’ll all be over before we really get started.”

“Go,” the guardian said. “Don’t forget the cure. It’ll work wherever you are.”

She left without another word, swinging through the hole in the ceiling, the three pins in her hand.

“We don’t have time,” the guardian said before Chat Noir could strangle the answers out of him. The guardian slipped back as though sensing the pending violence. “We’ll meet again, Chat Noir.”

“Don’t.” Chat Noir’s voice broke on the word as light erupted overhead, the miracle cure released. “Don’t do this to me.”

“I have no choice,” the guardian said. “It’s already done. We’ll meet again. We will talk then.”

Ladybugs swarmed through the hole, swirling around Scream-rippers victims. The destruction disappeared. The hole was repaired.

Chat Noir lunged for the guardian as he moved, but he slipped through his claws like water. He blinked, and just as suddenly as he had appeared, the guardian vanished, smoke on the wind - just like his lady.

“Chat…Noir?”

Chat Noir turned and came face to face with Marinette. His friend blinked, rubbing her eyes as though she’d just awoken from a deep sleep. She frowned as she peered up at him, her expression quickly shifting to alarm.

“Are you - ”

“I’m glad you’re safe,” he got out woodenly. The sound of his Miraculous grounded him, reminding him where he was, that he was seconds from detransforming in a room full of co-workers. “I have to…I have to go.”

He left before she could try to stop him, before he let the transformation dissolve and he fell into her arms, letting her comfort him the way he knew she would comfort any friend who needed it. He would cry before the day was over, but not yet. Not here. Not to Marinette.

He barely made it to the roof before the green light enveloped him and Plagg burst forth.

Plagg immediately exploded. “WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS.”

“Plagg.”

“I WILL CATACLYSM EVERYTHING SHE LOVES.”

“Plagg.”

“THE NEW GUARDIAN BE DAMNED.”

“Plagg.”

The tiny black kwami came to an abrupt stop in front of Adrien, but he was vibrating with rage. “I swear, Adrien -”

“I’m going to find her.”

This time Plagg actually stilled. “What?”

“I’m going to find her,” Adrien repeated. He gazed out over the city as though he could locate her blind by his will alone.

“But the guardian - ”

“Doesn’t know my lady like I do.” Adrien gently took his kwami in his palm, fishing out a piece of cheese. “You heard what the guardian said: if there was any other choice, she would have made it. She has a plan”

“She had a plan,” Plagg said around mouthfuls of camembert. “Now she doesn’t remember she had a plan, or that she even needed one.”

“Now it’s my turn,” Adrien said. “I wanted to know the secrets. I wanted more responsibility. Now I have it, and the stakes couldn’t possibly be higher. I won’t let her down. Don’t you see? She needs me to remind her what she’s forgotten.”

“Seems like pure speculation to me,” Plagg said, swallowing his last bite of cheese. “Not to mention a lot of work.”

“I’ll find her,” Adrien swore, straightening as Plagg drifted back off his hand. “Even if I have to go through Hawk Moth himself to do it.”

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