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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 17

Fuck, guys, I don’t even know what this story is even doing at this point. I’m on part 18 and it does NOT want to wrap up. Like at all. It wants to go on forever and I don’t know how to stop it. It MIGHT be 20 parts. It might be 50 at this point. Who the hell knows? Not this poor belabored author that’s for sure.

Anyway...so this part is a little on the sad side. We get more of Eddie’s backstory. And a little bit of bitchy Steve to lighten it up at the end.

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It wasn’t until Steve was getting ready for school the next morning that he found he had left the comic at Eddie’s.

He was throwing homework in his bag when he realized it felt lighter than it should.

He unpacked it slowly and set everything out on his bed. He stood there looking at his stuff, hands on his hips for a moment before it dawned on him.

Shit.

The comic book. After he had finished all the pages he had painstakingly put them together in comic book form. He even designed the cover. Then took them to copying store and got it bound like a real comic book.

The kid at the shop was impressed with how well the pages were mapped out.

But it wasn’t in his stuff he had pulled from his bag. Which meant one thing. Eddie had it.

It was fine. No need to panic. He had written for Eddie. He was meant to read it.

So why was he freaking out?

Oh, only because Steve didn’t want him to read it until after the school play. Hell Steve’s nerves were already shot with the three additional performances Steve wasn’t planning on having to do. But adding Eddie knowing about the Upside Down? It made him vaguely ill.

Fuck what if he did throw up from nerves? He’d never done it before, but then again, he’d never performed in front other people before either. He was a literal mess.

He packed away all his things carefully and prayed to whatever supreme being that was out there for a merciful death on his way to school.

Eddie had stayed up the whole night reading Steve’s comic. Personally, he thought that the story was good, the characters were interesting and the monsters were frightening enough.

It wasn’t until he got the final page of the comic where Steve’s afterword was.

Unlike the rest of it where it was professionally done, the last page had a carefully glued on piece of paper. So this was clearly something that Steve didn’t want other people to see.

And Eddie would have respected that if it hadn’t been addressed to him directly.

“Eddie-

So there you have it. The start of my trauma. And yes this is only the start. The real story began with a missing boy and a cover up so large it frightens me. But that was never my story to tell. This is my story. This is where it truly began for me.

Well. That’s not quite true. It started with a girl and a swimming pool. A tragedy that should have been mine. But that night I was so intent on getting laid that I let it happen. Barb deserved better than me. She should have lived and I died.

I don’t know why I lived. Maybe it was because I was needed to protect those closest to me. That’s all I thought I was good for. Dying in a blaze of glory protecting those I hold most dear. And then I met you.

God, Eddie, you make me want to live. For the first time in my miserable existence I found people who like me for me. And not just because I was needed. To protect. To defend. To die. For them.

And then you came along and protected me. Defended me. I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me before.

Just do me one favor. Peel out this insert. Throw it away. Burn it. I don’t care. Just as long as you are the only one that sees it. I don’t want you in danger. But I needed you know this side of me.

The boy with the bat. The boy who never knew what love really was until he met you.

-Love Steve”

Eddie choked back tears and place a hand to his trembling lips. If Steve had really gone through all that. If even a fraction of it was true. Even if none of it was. That was still the most beautiful love letter he had ever seen. And it was addressed to him.

Shit.

Tears rolled down his face as he read the letter again and again. After the seventh or eighth read he finally did what Steve requested and peeled the letter out of the last page of the comic. He folded it carefully and crawled under his bed.

Buried underneath of the mess was a simple black lockbox. He set it gently on his bed and then went to his dresser. He slid out the bottom drawer and jiggled the bottom until a small key fell out onto the floor.

He picked the key up and sat on his bed. He unlocked the box and placed the key between his lips for safe keeping.

Inside the box were all the things Eddie didn’t want other people to see. The couple of birthday cards his dad had sent him from prison. His mom’s suicide note.

Not even Wayne had seen that one. No one knew but Eddie that she had taken her own life. He had seen her life insurance policy and knew it wouldn’t pay out if they thought it was intentional. So accidental overdose was what was on her death certificate.

Eddie had been her sole beneficiary and it was placed in trust until he turned twenty-one. He was going to use it fund the band and get the hell out of Hawkins. He just had to make that far.

The paperwork for the trust was in there too. Wayne had offered to hold on to it for him but at the time Eddie didn’t trust anyone and giving that up felt like too much.

His birth certificate was in here too. Well a copy of it anyway. Wayne had the original, but Eddie liked knowing he had a copy too. In case he needed to get away fast.

Also in here was a portion of the money he had made from dealing drugs. He told Reefer Rick, no meth and no cocaine. Mainly weed and mushrooms, with a small smattering of the harder drugs. He had set aside ten percent of his earnings as an emergency fund. In case he needed it.

The last thing that was in there was a picture of his mom. She’s sitting on the swings next to Eddie and smiling into the camera as Eddie laughs gleefully. Just out of frame was his dad who had been pushing him on the swing. It was the last moment of happiness Eddie had before Lawrence Munson got into selling and doing drugs. Had got his wife, Edie addicted. Before Larry had got himself arrested in Texas and Eddie was sent to go live with Wayne.

He placed the love letter on top and closed the box. He locked it back up and set everything to rights. He looked at the alarm clock and groaned when the bright red numbers glared back him. It was 4:57am.

Fuck.

Eddie was supposed to be up in an hour for school. Yeah. That wasn’t happening today. He flopped on the bed and threw his arms out. He thought about the comic and what was inside it. He remembered Steve telling him that he had changed it so unless you were there that day you wouldn’t recognize the events. But even with that it felt...well, it felt like he was being let in on secret if he was honest. A big one.

He looked over at the clock again and it was almost six. He sighed and got up. He grabbed the stuff he needed for his shower and ducked into the bathroom. The last thing he needed this morning was Wayne seeing him still in the clothes he wore the night before.

He showered quickly and got out before Wayne had even turned on the coffee pot. He was dressed and ready for school before the pot had finished brewing.

Wayne handed him a cup of coffee and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you want, old man?” Eddie groused. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk considering he was running on fumes.

“You were up all night reading that comic, weren’t you?” Wayne said and took a long sip of his coffee.

Eddie sighed. He should have known better than to think that Wayne wouldn’t catch him at it. After all this was the man who had been catching him reading books at three o’clock in the morning since he was twelve.

“It’s Steve’s.”

“I didn’t know he read comic books,” Wayne said almost an echo of what he said the night before.

“As in he wrote and drew it,” Eddie clarified.

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s a pretty talented boy you got there, Eddie.”

Eddie blushed. “I know. This was the story he was originally going to tell for his art class. Seniors in ART 4 had to do an eight page comic book for their winter finale. Steve started doing this one, but the teacher flipped out and threatened to call his parents because it was ‘too scary’ or some other dumb shit.”

“So he completed it anyway and turned in something else?” Wayne supposed.

Eddie nodded. “He told me he was going to finish it so that I could read it.”

Wayne hummed. “Do you think he left it here on purpose? So that you would read it without having to physically hand it to you?”

Eddie tilted his head and looked up thoughtfully. He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think Steve would have wanted to explain it to me.” He hung his head. “I shouldn’t have read it without that permission, but you know me.”

“I don’t think I would have been able to resist reading something that was meant for me either,” Wayne said, nodding.

Eddie drank the rest of his coffee and kissed his uncle on the cheek. “I’ll see you after school.”

“Bring that boy yours with you,” Wayne said. “I’m making my lasagna tonight, and I want him over for dinner.”

Eddie grinned. “You got it, old man.”

He was out the door and driving off before Wayne could even shake his head. Wayne loved that boy and if he was really lucky he would get another sweet boy out of this deal.

Steve was standing nervously at the door to the math hall because it was closest to the parking lot, chewing on his thumb nail. He knew he shouldn’t chew on his nails, but his nerves were shot to hell.

But the bell rang and there was still no sign of Eddie. So after a moment or so of indecision Steve gave up and went to class.

He spent this first class of the day fidgeting with his pencil, tapping against whatever surface was in reach. The desk, his book, his lips, his hand.

Finally the teacher had enough.

“Mr Harrington!” she barked.

Steve looked up at her in shock. “Yes, Miss Davis?”

“Do you have some hot date tonight that you’re nervous about or something?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest as she stared him down.

Steve looked at her blankly.

“Your pencil, Mr Harrington,” she explained tersely.

He looked down at the pencil. “No, Miss Davis. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I’ll stop.”

Miss Davis pursed her lips. “See that you do.”

Steve tried finding less obvious ways to work through his nerves and then it hit him. He pulled out his drawing pad and began to doodle.

“Mr Harrington,” Miss Davis called out again some time later. “Would you please pay attention in my class?”

Steve blinked up at her. “You were talking about the Spanish forced colonization of South America, weren’t you?”

A couple of the kids in the class giggled.

Miss Davis turned red from the embarrassment. “Carry on.”

Steve gave her his lop-sided goofy grin.

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Bleeding, Broken, Mended (37944 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 7/?

Summary: Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever.

catch up here

Law was sitting up now, a few hours after his…complicated…dream. Bepo had woken up alongside him, and rose with the usual clamor of a bear waking up from sleep.

What was he supposed to do? He wasn't allowed to wander around the ship yet. Not with half the family thinking about killing him for Doflamingo's sake despite the mans' own wishes. It wasn't as if he was given any instruction beyond that either, however…

So Law found himself sitting on the bed in his dried and washed clothes, leaning his head against the boards as he watched Bepo bustle around the room.

"Feeling any better this morning, captain?" Bepo asked, stretching a big stretch. It would have been cramped on their own ship, but the ceilings in Doflamingo's ship were built understandably higher. At almost 8 feet tall, Bepo had been the largest member of Law's crew, which was not the case with the Doquixote family.

No, they tended to either skew far larger, or far smaller than the Heart Pirates. A wild variance of size that meant a wild variance in accommodations for everyone. Yet, despite their reputation , the reputation Law himself often spouted— they always made those accommodations for the family.

"A bit. Had some dreams but…yeah. Feeling a little better."

The bear paused mid-stretch and cocked his head. "Dreams, huh? Anything you want to talk about?"

Bepo probably thought he'd had nightmares.

Law waved his hand as he leaned his head back against the wall. "Nothin' bad…just an old memory. Reading. Reading those stupid Sora comics back when I was a kid…"

His eyes flicked to the door, as if to say 'with Doflamingo'.

Bepo's gaze followed his own, and his ears flicked. Looked like he understood. "When you were with these guys, right? I guess it's not surprising that you'd dream about something like that."

"Exactly, yeah…it makes sense, right? Spent all yesterday being reminded of it. Hell, even his room on the ship looks like his room back then. His taste hasn't changed an ounce."

"I'm almost afraid to ask. What's his room like?"

Law laughed sharply. "Like a kid got his first chance to decorate and never grew out of the aesthetic. It's animal print, comic books, tone dials and more cushions than you can count. Sometimes I'm surprised he doesn't have posters of famous musicians or some shit on his walls too."

"Huh. I wouldn't have guessed—"

Bepo was cut off by a sharp knock on the cabin door.

"I kn–" Law paused for a moment before he ran his hand through his hair and called. "Come in."

Only then did the door open, and once again, it was Doflamingo. He was all smiles, but he looked tired. He looked tired in a way that reminded Law almost eerily of the way he'd looked in his memory.

In reality, however, he had had a cart with him with a couple of trays on it.

"I brought breakfast," he declared, sounding rather pleased with himself.

Law sat up with a half smile. "...I can see that. Is it edible?" he teased "didja make it yourself?"

"Is it edible, he asks," Doffy scoffed, crossing his arms. "No, it's fucking rocks, Pica put it together."

Bepo looked between Law and Doflamingo, clearly unsure of what was going on.

Law snickered sharply. "Great. Tell him to eat it, I'll pass. I heard he wanted to bulk up again." He saw Bepo's reaction before he rubbed his neck. "...Pica assimilates rocks and controls it."

"Oh." Bepo still looked confused.

Doffy just giggled and pulled the lid off the tray. "It's not fucking rocks, stupid."

On the tray there were about a dozen rice balls and a large quantity of grilled fish, as well as a large pitcher of what smelled like coffee. Good coffee.

The scent of coffee hit his nose and he practically shot up with the desperate need of a man who had too much to drink last night. His eyes fell on the rice balls "...shit…my favorite."

"Still, huh? I wondered." Doffy grinned. "Shall I join you for breakfast or would you two like some time? Komurasaki's in the galley with the family. I had her bunked up with Baby 5 for the night."

He started pouring cups of coffee.

Law glanced at Bepo to gauge his feelings on the situation, his hand on his hip. "...wait, Komurasaki's bunking with Baby 5? Huh. That's…dangerous."

"They actually seemed to be getting along pretty well at dinner," Bepo murmured. He seemed wary– but admittedly, Bepo was usually wary with new people. He was very much used to new people, even nice people, assuming that he was stupid, or dangerous, or both.

Doffy offered Law the first cup of coffee, then handed one to Bepo as well. "I noticed that, too. They were chatting away over the dishes when I came down to get Bepo after our dinner, Law."

"That's even worse," Law drawled "...I just got Komurasaki to sign on, and now Baby 5's going to break out her gossipy fucking stories on her, I know it."

He took the coffee with a nod, half leaned on Bepo's shoulder to comfort him. "...but seriously enough, that's nice to hear…I was worried about Baby last time I saw her."

Bepo took the coffee, leaning carefully on Law in return. He looked a little pleased to have been passed the cup so automatically. Sometimes he got questions about 'does he drink coffee' or 'can it drink coffee?', and similar.

"Yeah, no surprise there," Doflamingo said, helping himself to a cup as well. "It was a pretty tense situation the last time the two of you ran into one another."

"I think she called me a traitor and tried to blow my head off," Law drawled. "...and she looked miserable. So if talking with Komurasaki cheers her up, I'm all for it. As long as she doesn't gossip all respect Saki has for me away."

He grinned at Bepo and raised his mug before taking a long sip.

"Is there a lot of gossip, captain?" Bepo asked, carefully drinking his coffee. Between his teeth and his muzzle drinking from cups rather that bottles was occasionally a tricky proposition, but he always managed it gracefully.

Doffy grinned even wider. "Oh there is so much gossip. But most of it just makes Law sound cool. Like a lunatic, but very cool."

Law took a long sip. "Yeah, well…I was kind of a fucking lunatic back then. So I guess it's fair."

Bepo gave him a sidelong look, as if to gently remind the captain that he was still kind of a fucking lunatic sometimes.

Doflamingo giggled and passed around plates, and hinted at the stories he could tell as they ate breakfast. Either Doffy had gotten a lot better at shaping rice balls in the last 13 years, or he'd had help making them.

Law found himself wondering exactly which— if he'd had help, or if he'd made them more often, and for who.

As they ate, he countered as best he could. For every story the family had about him, he had one about them. Like the time Baby 5 accidentally shot Buffalo in the arm.

Doffy smirked at that one, freshening all their coffee cups. His tone was teasing. "Oh I never heard about that one before. Keeping secrets from me?"

"She swore me to secrecy, Doffy." Law drawled. "But at this point? With the shit she's probably telling Komurasaki? The seal's past its expiration date."

He leaned on his hand as he ate."She was still getting used to her powers and she punched him when he made a rude comment about her need to please. And then her hand went off and we had to pull the bullet out and bandage him before you got back."

Doffy giggled. "I swear, the ridiculous things the three of you got up to. I–"

Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a firm knock on the door.

Law glanced up sharply, shrinking back a little in surprise. "...come in?"

Doflamingo looked just as surprised and everyone's attention was on the door as it opened. Filling it was a familiar imposing figure in a heavy fur coat.

"Am I interrupting?" Trebol asked, peering around the room through his shining little pince-nez glasses.

Law bristled slightly, fingers tensed against his knee as he looked cautiously up at Trebol. Trebol, one of Doffy's executives…and a man he studied extensively under for years and years…and a man who did NOT take betrayal well.

He was certain that of the Donquixote pirates who wanted him smothered in his sleep or tossed back into the ocean, Trebol was probably high on the list.

He smiled awkwardly at him. "Hey, uh, just breakfast. And gossiping about Baby 5."

Doffy's reaction to Trebol's presence didn't instill confidence, either. He snapped up like a jack in the box and interposed himself between Law and the door. "What's up, Trebol? Is it something that can wait until after breakfast?"

Law couldn't see around Doffy's coat, but he heard the annoyance in the executive's voice. "Theoretically, I suppose. We need to talk about our bearing, Doffy. And I don't mean that fellow over there, before you joke."

Bepo caught Law's gaze with a questioning flick of his ear.

Law, meanwhile, realized that this was the first he'd heard about bearing. In fact, he realized he had no idea where the ship was headed at all.

Law glanced back at Bepo with a slight shrug before he leaned over and whispered. "...that's Trebol. One of Doflamingo's top executives. He's a scholar, of a sort." He spoke up, leaning on his hands. "...so where's this ship headed, anyway?"

Trebol had made his way into the room, and leaned out from around Doflamingo to peer at him again. "Not that it's exactly your business Law, but that's what I intended to discuss with the young master. I guess if you have any place you need to go, now would be the time to say so." He chuckled, as if it were a joke.

Doffy put his hand on Trebol's shoulder and gave him a familiar look. Law read it as 'is this really necessary?'

Law's eye twitched under the mop of his hair, his teeth gritting together for a moment before he composed himself. 'Somewhere he needs to go', as if Law had anything left…anything tangible to the original goal still within reach with his friends dead and his luck pretty damn run out.

"Hah hah, Trebol. Thanks. Unless you're willing to give me the ship and sail me into the final stretch of the Grand LIne…I think I'm fresh out of vacation destinations."

Trebol chuckled again. "I guess your sense of humor hasn't suffered at least."

Bepo looked confused. Doffy looked exhausted and annoyed.

"Actually, Trebol that's a good point to bring up," Doffy drawled looking between the two of them. "I was planning to ask Law over breakfast where exactly he'd been sailing to. 'Saki never said."

Law wasn't sure whether he was trying to ease the tension, or to wind Trebol up. Knowing Doffy, it could have been either.

Law rubbed his arm "...I wasn't lying. I was headed deeper into the Grand Line. I was planning on hitting the rest of the known islands on my log pose towards the 'final island'. The idea was we were going to use the Poneglyph rubbings we got to try and find the One Piece before Straw Hat could."

He looked off to the side "...he was really excited about us all going for it together, as a kind of competition. We lost."

"The end of the grand line." Doffy whistled. "Now that's a ballsy goal. Alright, if we need a new bearing, I think that calls for a family meeting."

"And here I thought you'd go and give the ship to Law," Trebol drawled. "A family meeting sounds like a wise idea, young master."

Bepo's ears were drooping. He was starting to look like maybe he'd have preferred to be left in the water.

Law honestly felt like maybe he'd like to be right there with him. This was a mess. Of course it was a mess. It was always going to be a fucking mess.

He looked off to the side. "....I suppose I'll be asked to stay in here, right?"

"Personally, I'd prefer if you came to the meeting," Doffy countered cheerfully. "Assuming you'd like to have your opinion counted."

Law was taken off guard. He expected an 'absolutely, yes we want you to stay in the room' or if life was good a 'you're alright to wander around while the meeting goes on'.

Not 'come to the meeting actually'.

"What?"

"What?" was Trebol's exact reaction as well.

Bepo didn't say anything, but his head whipped around with surprise too.

Doffy smiled brightly and clapped his hands together. "Well, since Trebol asked if you had a destination, I assume he wants your opinion to be heard, so you should be at the meeting. And the rest of your crew."

"Hey, hey, Doffy are you sure this is—"

Doflaming drew himself up to his full height— still much shorter than Trebol but certainly imposing. "Is there a problem, Trebol? You did ask Law if he had anywhere to be."

"Ah…" Trebol looked between Doffy and Law.

Maybe Law's surprise wore off faster than Trebol's…because he felt the familiar urge to mess with the man well up inside him once again. For the first time in a long time.

He leaned forward, elbows balanced against his knees as a smile sliced across his face. "Trebol, you're a real standup guy. Because you offered so nicely…and thanks for that…I'll be happy to have my crew attend the family meeting. Because you're so interested in hearing my opinion. Thanks again."

Trebol sputtered and started to cough into his handkerchief. Doffy patted him on the back companionably.

"Easy there, Tre, don't get too excited about it, eh? Though I know it's been a long time since Law's sat in on a family meeting."

Trebol composed himself, and even smiled— tightly— after a moment. "It has been a very long time, hasn't it. Actually, before that meeting, I'd love a chance to catch up with Law personally, if he has a moment to spare?"

Law leaned his shoulder against Bepo, and glanced briefly at Doflamingo to gauge his expression. It was a gamble…Trebol could kill him in minutes if he decided that pissing Doffy off was worth the removal of a future issue.

But it was just as likely the man really did want to talk.

"...I mean, I've got a pretty open schedule right about now."

Doffy seemed to be gauging the situation as well, but in the end he smiled. "Perfect! I think a little chat session is exactly what you two need. How about we leave you two with the last of the coffee, and I'll let everyone know there's going to be a meeting, and Bepo can catch up with Komurasaki."

Bepo looked at Law with big, dark, questioning eyes.

Law grabbed his first mate's arm with an affectionate half smile. "check on Komurasaki for me, alright pal? I'll be alright. It's been a while since Trebol and I had a chat."

"It really has," Trebol drawled.

When Doflamingo left the room he paused, and brushed Law's hand with his own. Law felt something around his wrist, and Doffy murmured, "Tug, and I'll come running."

Without waiting for an answer he hurried Bepo out of the room, leaving Law and Trebol alone.

Law felt it lightly brush against his skin, a nearly imperceptible presence save for the way he could feel the thin line of pressure whenever he moved. It was strange….strange how reassuring it was.

When he was younger, there were a handful of times when he was put in difficult situations for the family…tagging along for a negotiation came to mind. In those times, Doffy had done the same thing . A thin, barely visible string that if he tugged it hard enough, Doflamingo would come running full of hell and vengeance.

A lifeline. As a child, it made him feel safe, protected. Now…it was still reassuring in its way, even if it felt odd in his conflicted heart.

He looked up at Trebol with a low sigh, settling down onto a chair again. "....so you wanted to catch up with me, huh? I'm a little surprised."

Trebol poured himself a cup of coffee and took a long drink, remaining standing— looming— by the now mostly empty breakfast tray. "Now why would that surprise you, Law? Hey, is it because of the way things were the last time we saw each other? You know, we almost got sent to Impel Down!"

His tone was light. Conversational. Joking. His expression was anything but.

"I dunno. I was thinking maybe it was because I missed the family's last brunch invitation, but that works too." Law's own tone was hardly as faux-light as Trebol's…it was thick and heavy with his usual sarcastic mask. A way to put a barrier between him and the moment…and one he needed right now. "I heard. I also heard Viola helped sneak you out.

"Violet," he corrected. "And yes, bless her heart, eh? She came back for us after everything. As for brunch, Law, well, you know, you knew where to find us so we figured if you wanted brunch you'd show up. Broke Doffy's heart that you never did."

Trebol stared at him through his pince-nez like a pinned bug. He was trying to guilt him. Like when Law was ten and he wasn't paying attention in his lessons.

The same old tactic…the same old Trebol. Law's jaw set as he stared right back.

"Violet. Right. I'm a little surprised but I won't say I'm not glad…in a way. Impel Down wouldn't have been good for any of you." He leaned heavily on the table "I know it broke his heart. Any idiot can see that. I'm not going to make excuses for…missing brunch…"

Trebol took another long sip of his coffee. "Well, thank the stars you're not going to make excuses at the very least."

He let it hang in the air.

He'd always been the best at guilting the family's younger generation. Once, Law had snapped at him that it must have been his 'only fucking job' to stand around and guilt trip them all.

Joke was on Trebol though. Law was already feeling guilty pangs that he wanted desperately to be rid of.

"Look, Trebol. I don't think you're going to believe me or care…"

Trebol regarded him with intensity. "I'm sensing a 'but' coming. Well, go ahead."

"But," Law grumbled, "...I'm sorry. I'm sorry the only time I came to visit was when I was desperately trying to get revenge. I…I think Dressrosa had gotten way out of fucking control, but I'm sorry for the way it ended. I don't feel good about it, trust me."

Trebol's thin eyebrows arched.

"That almost sounds like a sincere apology. Not something that's ever been common out of your mouth." His tone was sharp, cutting even, but at the same time his expression softened from condescending sneer to scrutinizing interest. "You don't feel good about it? You won, after all that."

Law wrapped his arm around his knee, lifting it partially onto the chair and glaring down at the table.

"Sure. I won. And some good things came outta that. Straw Hat, I found my crew again on Zou— Komurasaki in Wano. But at the end of the day all I did was try and fail to kill someone I—" he hissed softly though his teeth, "---I was once close to…for someone else who he'd killed. And then I hear that might have all been based on a fucking lie."

"Color me curious, Law. Just what was the lie that might have launched a thousand ships, hm? Or one, in any case. One being enough." Trebol chuckled and sipped his coffee but he was watching Law closely. People often underestimated Trebol; because he was sickly, and prone to laughter, and because he gave off a general avuncular manner that could be mistaken for a slow wit. But it would be a bad mistake to make, and for many people, Law knew it had been the last one.

Law smiled grimly at him. "...you haven't heard it yet? Get ready, it's a fucking doozy. Especially when you're a half-dead child. 'Rosiante stole the devil fruit to save you, Law. Doflamingo only cares about himself, that's why he didn't find a cure himself! But Rosi saved you…but now Doflamingo's come to kill him for that!' Inspiring, ain't it?"

Trebol stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I did hear it from Vergo this morning, but I wanted to hear it from you. 'Doflamingo only cares about himself'. Just like you were saying to me in Dressrosa. You know at the time, I thought you were just trying to be hurtful, and distracting."

Law kind of imagined why he wanted to hear it from him directly. Voice, inflection, expression…Trebol was a smart man who knew deceit. So he learned how to pick it out. He clearly was hoping for the chance to draw out if Law really meant it.

Tragically…he did. He already had a few instances already of Rosi's words not ringing true. 'I'm not a marine', Doflamingo is an emotionless monster'...both things easily and instantly disproven.

He laughed, low and humorlessly. He had been trying to distract— but at the time he'd meant it. He had to mean it. He'd come too far in the path of revenge to let his resolve waver right on the finish line.

"And I know they were hurtful and distracting. But that's what I'd known was true for over a decade, Trebol."

"Well, well. No wonder you were avoiding brunch then," he said, sipping his coffee, still watching him carefully. His expression had soften still a little further, but his voice was pointed when he continued. "Who wants to come visit a heartless man and his, what was it you called the rest of us? Idiots? Clowns?"

"I might have called you all a bunch of clowns. Clownish puppets, or something like that," Law grumbled. "I can be an asshole, Trebol." Law huffed, running his hand through his hair.

Especially when he was trying to fight his way through his own doubts. It was him, versus people he'd grown up with, loved…respected once. He had to put the barrier between them, rile them up and make it a fight he couldn't back away from.

"Who wants to visit a heartless man and his clownish puppets….heh." Law closed his eyes. "Who would wanna do a thing like that."

"I wonder." Trebol picked up the coffee carafe, and poured what little was left of the steaming liquid into Law's cup, offering it toward him. "The family can be a bit clownish sometimes. And tempers run high every now and then. You can certainly be an asshole, hah, Law, but once upon a time you were an asshole in good company. Or so we thought."

Law looked into the dark coffee for a moment before he took it, holding it between his hands with a grimace. He couldn't help it…Trebol was good at what he did…when he was younger, these lectures would always wind up getting him to pay attention for at least a few days before he slacked off again.

"Before Rosi, I thought so too." Law murmured. "Even though I was ready to die, even though I knew I was gonna die, there was a time when I really considered the family to be the first home I'd had since Flevance. Heh…even if that made me one of the clowns."

He sipped the coffee, not breaking Trebol's eye contact. "But Rosi made me second guess that…and then he died, and I couldn't doubt myself for a second or I was just going to stop."

Trebol was quiet for a moment, with obvious reflection and intent. His little glasses shone in the light of the cabin.

"And I'm guessing that you were terrified what might happen if you stopped. If you let go for even a moment and thought about about everything that happened. And so you pushed, and pushed and pushed, hmm, hmm? Does that sound right?" He took a step forward and raised his chin. "If so, Punk Hazard must have been difficult for you. A test of your will."

Law knew the sudden shock of guilt and anger showed on his face.

"...Punk Hazard was a test, alright. I almost failed it, too. I knew—I knew Monet was spying on me the whole time I was there. But when she saw me she really did seem…I dunno. Happy. We had fun with the splicing experiments and my power. I ..I dunno. I was enjoying spending time with her again , even while I was preparing to blow the place sky high."

Law's jaw tensed. "...and then things went to shit, real fast. Complication after complication. I swapped her and Smoker's hearts, banking on the man being such a sadist that anything he'd try would be slow enough for him to NOTICE she was reacting and not the fuckin' marine. Then the whole place blew, and I guess Caesar did something that…that killed her a lot faster. I guess that's what solidified it for me. Killing her, feeling guilty, I convinced myself that it was because Doffy had ordered her to die for him like Rosi always said he would to any of us."

"Hey, Law, you know who order people to die for them all the time?" Trebol said. He finally sat himself down awkwardly in one of the chairs in the room. "The marines. So I guess it's no surprise where he'd have gotten an idea like that. Though I'm surprised he thought it was a bad thing. Hah."

The executive shook his head and continued. "You've never lacked for willpower, Law. Or determination. What you have always lacked is the thrice damned common sense that the sea gave a shrimp."

"And fuck you too, Trebol," Law ran his hand through his hair. "...lacking common sense. Sure. and that shrimp's Derringer, right? Only from what I've seen he's got bloodlust where his common sense should be."

"Yes the two of you should get along famously if you can hold yourself back from blowing up the ship, or pitching yourself overboard, or trying to kill someone in their sleep so we have to pitch you over," Trebol grumbled, crossing his arms. "Look at me, Law. Listen to what I am about to say to you, yeah?"

Law looked at him, raising his coffee cup to his lips again with a sharp huff of breath, almost a laugh. "You make me sound like a maniac, but...I'm listening, Trebol. Just like old times, ok? I'm listening."

"Just like old times," he agreed. "Law. Law, Doffy has been inconsolable about this whole thing. For years. He was inconsolable when you vanished. He's been inconsolable since you showed back up. I swear by all that is unholy, if you pull one more stupid fucking stunt and mess with his head, that is it. Do you understand me, Law? That's it. Now come here."

Law felt pinned for a moment. That sick feeling had come back to the pit of his stomach. Guilt, that's what it had to be. The churn of guilt and regret when he finally stopped running. Stopped moving forward. Just like he was afraid of on Punk Hazard. He'd started to slow by the time they hit Wano— he'd stopped completely when the ship went down with his precious friends inside.

It had caught up with him. Doflamingo. As much as he wanted to tell himself he was a heartless monster like Rosi said, it was obvious. Painfully, tragically obvious how much Law's disappearance, and the brutality of his reunion, had impacted the man for the worse. Trebol's guilt-sessions had struck home once again.

His eyes felt hot as he stood and walked over, his breath shaky. "I know, Trebol."

As Law approached Trebol pulled a small white cube from somewhere deep in his coat and held it in his palm. It started to melt, until all Trebol was holding was a small key.

Law stared at it for a moment, unblinking "I don't think I've got a stupid stunt in me anymore, anyway."

"You had better fucking not, do we understand one another?" Trebol, treating him like the naughty child he always had, grabbed Law's cuffed wrist without waiting for an answer. He simply jammed the key in the little hole there, and twisted. The shackle fell to the floor with a leaden thump, and Law felt the strength that he'd almost forgotten that he was missing rush back to him.

"There," Trebol said, staring straight at him, wrist still grasped in his rather clammy hand. "Now, if we're going to try to kill one another, let's do it now for pity's sake, and not keep everyone waiting around wondering if you're going to explode. Well? Well? Are you going to try to kill me, Law?"

Law's wrist rested in the man's hand, free of the shackle— free of the damned ocean's grip. He was filled with more strength than he'd had in him for hours now…days, if you counted his coma.

Trebol was putting him through another test. Just like always. A test for the 'naughty child that was too reckless to be the Corazon' in Trebol's eyes now that he was free to do whatever he wished.

Law huffed softly, before a thin smile came to his face. "trying to test me or convince me, old man?"

His room formed with a blooming of his awareness of the surrounding area. There was a twist of space and time, and the coffee cup vanished from his hand to be replaced by Law's old fuzzy hat.

Reaching up, he dropped it on the old man's head. "I'd almost miss you. I'm gonna pass."

Trebol blinked in surprise, and patted the top of his head, discovering what was resting on top of it.

And then he laughed. Not the sharp, mean little barks of laughter Law had heard a couple of times already, but the rather jolly, ridiculous laugh from Law's childhood.

Trebol shook his head. "Hey, hey, Law, you didn't completely waste the last 13 years of your life. You've gotten a little smarter. High marks."

"I may be a reckless asshole, Tre, but I am a doctor." Law smiled in rueful amusement. He wouldn't admit it out loud…but he did kind of miss the guy. Stupid laugh and all. "I'll take the high marks where I can get 'em, though. I never did win the gold stars in your class. Baby 5 kept stealing them. Literally."

"Turn her over and they might yet fall out of her apron," he chuckled, shaking his head again. He took the hat off– it was too small anyway– and offered it back to Law. "There are going to be a lot of eyes on you, Law, whatever you end up doing. You've impressed me for now, I hope you're not going to disappoint me in the end."

Law took the hat and dropped it back on his head.

"I know. I know I ain't exactly the most popular guy on the ship right now. But…" He crossed his arms with a subtle smile. "I'm hoping I don't disappoint you, Trebol. Hell. Did you hear Doffy offered me that position again? Imagine if I took it? It'd be your worst nightmare. You'd finally have to deal with the 'reckless idiot' who slept through your classes on the Corazon's throne."

Trebol crossed his arms again, but now he was smiling. "I didn't need to hear anything to know that was Doffy's intention from the moment he dragged your limp body out of the ocean where all good sense said to leave you, Law. And in case you haven't noticed, we're a bit short on thrones at the moment, no thanks to someone."

The executive paused, just long enough for his broad smile to widen even further. "But hey, that's going to change in the future."

"Use it as an excuse for better thrones, then." Law's own smile sliced a little wider. "Call it an incentive. Lighting a fire under everyone's ass."

He chuckled darkly, feeling far, far more comfortable now that the shape of the room felt so…known. "so it's going to change, is it?"

"The Donquixote family always comes back stronger from hardships, Law. And it's been a hell of a hardship. For you too, eh?"

There Trebol went, implicitly including him in the family. Including Law's tragedy in their own.

Law felt a slight flush…not of anger, but something warmer. "Yeah. It's been a hell of a hardship…tragedies that with hindsight, maybe we coulda avoided."

He looked at Trebol, his dark eyes tired but his smile genuine. "...but what was it, Doffy always used to say? Nothing's impossible for him and his family. We're all gonna come out of this better. Somehow."

"That's right, Law. We are." Trebol chuckled and reached out his arm. "Now, help me up. Let's not let Doffy spend too much time wondering which of us killed the other, eh?"

Law snorted , grabbing his arm and helping the man up. "For all I know he's leaned against the outside of the door, anxiously waiting to hear the first scream."

We are. Part of him still twisted uncomfortably, as if it was somehow some kind of awful betrayal to allow himself to sympathize…laugh with…be included among the people he'd spent 13 years trying to destroy.

Another part of him felt warm…comfortable…the more he slipped back into the Donquixote family's chaotic, clownish, ridiculous pace.

"Let's go give him a surprise."

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, November 3

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I got tagged by @gellavonhamster. Thank you for the tag! This was very fun to do!

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

1. how many fics do you have on ao3?

117 fics. I used Anonymous before, and due to how it works, I’m not including them in my work count.

2. what is your ao3 word count?

277,879.

3. how many fandoms do you write for and what are they?

Currently, the Persona series (main focus is Persona 1 and Persona 5), and ASOUE/Snicket-verse (I’m lumping ATWQ in due to a lack of works written for it). Past fandoms included Final Fantasy XV, Law and Order, Once Upon a Time, and others not worth mentioning here.

(Under the cut due to length.)

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Because the top five fics aren’t ASOUE/Snicket-verse works, I won’t link them, but I will explain enough for the general idea to be known.

Monkey Men (Persona 1 and Persona 5), 68 kudos. A work focusing on the characters Masao ‘Mark’ Inaba and Ryuji Sakamoto, who are associated/are compare to monkeys in their perspective games, eventually meet, talk, and bond over well, being monkey men (it makes more sense in context).

Hundred Percent Bitter (Persona 5), 68 kudos (again). A work focusing on two characters, Ryuji Sakamoto and Goro Akechi, talking about love, with a too late realization from one of them that fits the title all too well.

But it Rings, and I Rise (Persona 1 and Persona 5), 68 kudos (again!). Two characters, Naoya Toudou and Sumire Yoshizawa, talk to one around, realizing they have a bit more in common than it initially appear, for they went through a life event that changed them forever.

Egotistical Showoff (Persona 1 and Persona 5), 58 kudos. AU Fic- a P1 character, Hidehiko ‘Brown’ Uesugi, f*cks up the timeline by accidentally meeting Goro Akechi, who was seconds away from doing what canon intended him to do (and be). Comes with voice doppelgangers and fatherhood.

Unfinished (Once Upon a Time), 50 kudos. An unfinished (hehe) fic that is an AU/Canon Divergence where Pinocchio/August Booth decides to stick around to be Emma Swan’s older brother, and things go wild from there with other divergences that don’t reflect/affect this divergence. Much.

5. do you respond to comments? why/why not?

I try make sure to respond to comments! I really appreciate the feedback, because after all, someone took time of their day to read my work, and they enjoy it to where they comment on it!

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ASOUE/Snicket-verse wise, Recognition. There’s other ASOUE/Snicket-verse stuff that I can call angsty, but Recognition is the angstiest of all. But if I had to pick one fic with the angstiest ending of all my fics, it’s is the mentioned Hundred Percent Bitter Persona 5 fic. Wrote it in mind to be that way, too.

7. do you write crossovers?

The closest I got to writing a crossover is a Law and Order fic title Lose-Lose Situation, which directly takes dialogue from Hiimdaisy's Persona 4 fancomic (a parody comic of the Persona 4 game itself).

8. have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

No. I got a few comments telling me of mistakes I accidentally looked over, but those were well intended and I felt were not made to be hurtful.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Nope. I don’t think I’m cut out for it. I think I’m more likely to write a fic where it’s the morning after, all cuddles and mundane couple/domestic things.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so. I haven’t check.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. have you ever co-written a fic?

Also a no.

13. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

ASOUE/Snicket-verse wise, AO3 tells me it’s Hector & Captain Widdershins with three works (I love how it’s the platonic relationship that is my favorite ship for this fandom). AO3 also tells me for Persona, it’s a Persona 1 ship: Ayase Yuka/Mayuzumi Yukino (F/F) with three works (Japanese valley girl equivalent and a former delinquent being [eventual] girlfriends is quite the combination).

14. what’s a wip that you want to finish but you don’t think you ever will?

Unfinished is the big one, because I lost a majority of my drive to work on it, which makes the title very fitting (it sucks too, because I have loads of ideas on diverging the fic from OUAT canon more and only a few got into the final product before I stopped writing for it). ASOUE/Snicket-verse wise, the one that fits the closest is something I call, ‘The Chaperone’. I’m currently rewriting it, and it’s a struggle because I’m still debating what of the OG ‘The Chaperone’ fic can work in the rewrite.

15. what are your writing strengths?

*shrugs*. I write the best when writing smaller works, like ficlets and drabbles, but I’m not sure if that truly counts. I think my strength would be plot? I make sure the plot makes sense from start to end for the readers to get hints (if I drop them), and make sure the conclusion feels natural and not coming out of nowhere and underdeveloped.

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

I got many, but the biggest one is to make sure no one is out of character. That meme of ‘he would not f*cking say that’ is in full effect here (unless it’s meant to be a humor/crack fic, then that goes out the window deliberately). I like to think I got better over the years, especially in the Persona fandom.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I say done in small doses with an accessible source that isn’t Google that is trustworthy, it’s good. In my case, I frequently do it with Spanish. My dad is Mexican and thus speaks fluent Spanish, so I go to him for help (asking casually though). I also have old notes from official dictionaries/books use to learn Spanish, but don’t use it unless I can’t ask my dad.

18. what is the first fandom you ever wrote for?

OUAT. They were posted on a sideblog I eventually deleted, and I can’t really recall what they were about (that’s probably for the better). Interesting enough, the first fic to be posted on AO3 is still an OUAT fic: If Found Please Return. It’s my take of an August and Jefferson scene in the episode Hat Trick shown in promotional photos but cut in the final episode.

19. what’s your favourite fic that you have ever written?

ASOUE/Snicket-verse wise, I got Not Quite a True Platonic Declaration of Love, Recognition (linked in question six) and it’s sequel Reunited, and Don't Think I've Forgotten. These fics I put more time and effort than I originally planned, so that’s why they’re here. Recognition holds a special place in comparison to the others, being one I re-read time to time.

Other favorite fics will have to be Monkey Men, for Mark and Ryuji are some of favorite characters of the Persona Series, and a Final Fantasy XV fic I wrote title Best Not To Question It, for it was inspired by a real glitch my sister and I witness when she was playing the game that had us laughing our ass off (and thinking of that memory now, I still get a chuckle from it).

20. who do you tag?

Because I don’t know and have many people to tag who I feel would want to do this, I say anyone who sees this, and wants to do it, do it.

#ask game #asks game #writer related tag #i have no idea how to tag this

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ggukkieland · 4 years

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📕CURRENT READS (2020 October)

🌹 Fics I’ve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot 😲 I can’t believe I’m almost complete with this list 🥳. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics 🎃 but I ended up reading any genre anyway😁.

Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs 🥰🤗💜🥰🤗💜🥰🤗 .

✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]

Still reading the ongoing series from last month’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊

I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG | exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development 😭)

[7/?] nearly 2 months after their divorce, yoongi and y/n wade through the aftermath of the fallout by themselves. yoongi is moving on with someone else while y/n finds herself stuck in waves of anxiety and depression. soon enough, they are brought together again by an unfortunate accident

If it Harms None, Do What You Will by purpletaecup - JJK | smau, comedy, supernatural au, fantasy au, witch!reader, demon!jungkook | F, S 🎃

[6/?] it’s the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallow’s eve. one of her older friends gives her a ritual candle for protection. a couple of drops of blood and a wonky magic circle later, there is a high level demon sitting on the floor of her living room.

We Live with a Ghost by @smaubts - JJK | smau, comedy, ghost au, roommates au | F 🎃

[6/13] when jungkook convinces his roommate, y/n, that their house is haunted by an evil ghost, they decide their best option is to contact with it and make it leave but end up summoning an actual ghost by accident.

Swan Black by CharWrites [AO3] - JJK | fantasy, supernatural, enemies to lovers, dark fantasy, apocalypse, Fae!Jungkook, Fae!Yoongi, Fae!Taehyung, LOTR/Mortal Instruments/Labyrinth vibes | A, S (I love this! It’s like watching LOTR 😍) 🎃

[10/?] So's twin brother, Jimin, has been kissed by darkness: an evil that has spread across the land and has claimed many souls. They only have weeks until the darkness consumes him. Once consumed, he will be governed by the unsullied: a powerful race of Dark Fae that has overtaken the world.

So seeks out a rogue Fae Prince, Kook, who is her only hope, if she can survive his deadly charms and irresistible lure especially when he is much more interested in possessing her, mind body and soul.

Third Wheeling by @taetaewonderland - MYG | strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S 🥰

[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.

Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst 😥)

[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. he’s troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.

House of Lilies by @suqakoo - JJK | mafia au, arranged marriage au | A, F, S

[3/?] Jeon Jungkook is the only heir to Dal Gurimja. He is the poster child for mafia bosses. He’s a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl who’s been out of society for twelve years, and… what do you get?

Your Eyes Tell by @njkbangtan - JJK | soulmate au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au, sugar baby (but not really), slow burn | A, F

[5/?] You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

I hate u, I love u by @bbangpanmen - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, smau | A

[17/23] he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

Puzzle by @kimvvantae - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, college au | A, S, F (I’ve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad there’s an update ^_^)

[7/?] the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

The Lesson/Min Boy by @adventuresinwonderlust - MYG | bad boy!yoongi, dom-sub elements, enemies to lovers, brat!reader | S, A, F

[6/8] No summary provided but it’s the twisted story between bad boy Yoongi with angsty backstory and this brat/rich kid. I really liked how it was written though. I made a mistake of reading part 4: Two Months Too Long, which should’ve been the 6th story to read if you follow the author’s sequence.

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - JJK | popular!jungkook, college au, fwb to lovers, shy!oc | F, S, A

[9/?] drabble series: you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Date Me by @latetaektalk - JJK | enemies to lovers, fake dating au, rich kid au | A, F,

[prologue + 1/?] when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.

All Over You by @zibermuda - JJK | enemies to lovers, nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader | S, F

[2/?] you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you

Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au,

[8/?] “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life.“ Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him.

HEI$T: A JJK Fic by lucidly [AO3] - JJK | heist au, action, bangtan are thieves, vigilante au | A, S

[3/?] Six years after being thrown into the world of forgery, espionage, and heists, Mona and her team face competition like never before: The Bulletproof Boy Scouts, a fabled Korean gang of thieves that everybody seems to know, but no one has seen. When she comes face to face with all 7 of them, Mona knows: they're real, and this job won't be like the others. For years she has followed the money, but could it be time that she follow her heart instead?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series- to read]

✅ - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)

Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere ✅

Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series)

Chapter One: How Odd Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops Final Chapter: Is Something Burning? Epilogue: Better Than Okay

Paddle with Me @yoongs-jeontae - JJK | A, S, enemies to lovers, camp counselor au, pwp ✅

Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp ✅

Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook

main story ✅ + drabbles ✅

Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brother’s best friend au

Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers ✅

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity ✅

Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jk

01 02 ✅

Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn ✅

Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au ✅

Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au ✅

Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook ✅ 🎃

No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au ✅ 🎃

Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 ✅

The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au ✅

A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook ✅

Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au ✅

Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited ✅

And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au ✅

Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist 👀 ✅

I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au ✅ 🎃

Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TW ✅

Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers ✅

Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au ✅

Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers ✅

Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au ✅

Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au ✅

everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after ✅

What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender au

Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed) - avatar au, F, S

demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au 🎃

Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK | F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom ✅ 🎃

Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack ✅ 🎃

What’s in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance

01 02 03 ✅ 🎃

The Big Yellow School Bus [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au ✅

once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au ✅

Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au ✅

Oh What a World [100k] @taestybae - PJM | A, S, F, fake marriage au, fallen idol au (been wanting to read this since July (!), will finally get to reading this 🥰)

series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]

🥕[Drabbles]

okay I just realized they’re all JJK drabbles 😅

Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff ✅

Forgetful Confession @suhdays - 991 words | JJK | fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ??? ✅

Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends ✅

JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this 🥰 ✅

Pup @whipped-for-kpop-fics - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny 🤣 ✅

A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au ✅

Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK | smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au ✅

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transguygardner · 2 years

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4-9 for comic asks!

4. What introduced you to the DC universe? Was it a show, comic or movie?

i think i was like vaguely aware of the DC universe before this but my first like real experience was watching teen titans, static shock, and the batman (2004) on the kid's wb saturday morning programming block! i distinctly remember watching the premiere of the batman (2004) it's also the first thing i remember drawing fanart for (batgirl in season 3) and it lead me to finding my true love the making of batman & robin (1997) book that my school had in their library for some reason

in high school i tried getting into the comics when they did the new52 reboot. i know that i bought catwoman #1 because i heard she was bisexual and maybe also batwoman #1 cause i heard she was a lesbian but getting into the comics didn't stick until i got shown guy gardner and lobo a bunch of times by my SO and i had disposable income for the first time lol

5. Favorite character?

i think we all know that its guy lol. also lobo, tora, bea, jared stevens, arnold burnsteel, frostbite, off ramp, huntress, ted, and booster

6. Favorite cannon ship?

can i say jared's divorce? lol um obviously offramp/frostbite and then the version of cannon/saber that lives in my brain since they don't get a lot of screentime. i haven't really read enough of the other canon ships in order to feel like i have a good grasp on how they are in canon vs the idea i have for them in my head. idea wise i love dinahollie and clois though. also guytora is so important to me but they are not end game. they have to breakup ALSO just remembered this after i typed the answer for the next question. mitchell shelley/kim rebecki in the original resurrection man run. it was so nice how it unfolded

7. Favorite non-cannon ship?

guylobo....... they are my everything the way they've barley interacted over their publication histories but each of those interactions is so incredibly rich. they way both of them are exaggerations of machismo with guy's mellowing/being written more palatably over time while lobo's becomes more extreme until they want to use him as an actual character. they way they both have the potential to live forever so their relationship can progress emotionally at a snail's pace. their ability to understand each other's mode of operations because ultimately they operate on the same system but at different intensities and with different levels of self awareness allowing them to create a space where there's the possibility to just breathe around each other. the way they immediately start fist fighting each other when they meet only to be arm wrestling after they've both calmed down. the way lobo was part of two of guy's life changing adventures into space. the way lobo not only brought guy his space hog to put in the bar but also took the time and effort to clean the skull of guy's dead enemy and put it in a nice box and he pulled him to the side and away from the crowd to give it to him and create this nice private moment and guy is so touched by this that he tells lobo that he will always drink for free at his bar expressing the desire to see him again without saying those words...

8. Pre-N52 or N52?

pre-n52 one hundred percent

9. Rebirth or N52?

rebirth because it has space cabbie in it also crush

#asks #ask meme #shadethechangingman #this got so long lol #long post

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mindshelter · 2 years

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Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

thanks to luka (@applejee) for the tag!

existing drafts:

1. tim, damian, and naloxone

2. there you were, chapter 7

3. strawberry fields forever

4. what i like scares me to death

5. dearer than fine opals

6. tim on reddit

7. jack most hated at pflag

8. looking glass

9. straight on ‘til morning, chapter 3

10. hockey au

outline exists, but no draft (yet)

1. nineteen-year-old tim bodyswaps with older self, finds himself at the kent farm

2. timkon-flavoured reverse robins

3. after a bad day (week, month, year, life, you pick) kon flies into a star in an attempt to relax. he is rightfully embarrassed when kyle finds him not long afterwards and informs him may have thrown off the orbit of several nearby planets.

anyone who sees this can consider themselves tagged! :]

#beepost #ask game #hmmm #that's i lot of stuff i havent finished. lovely kfdndjkf

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minahoeshi · 4 years

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to be yours and you, mine.

Kuroo Tetsurō x reader | just pure angst. so much angst.

warning: major character death

prelude: the end lets its presence be known before it comes around. At times, that sense of awareness feels like a blessing. But with you and Tetsurou, the reminder of what soon will come can only hurt you even further. Because mankind has never been powerful enough to do anything against so many things. We have always been weak in the face of nature. especially against the passage of time and all the things it keeps taking from us.

It's almost odd how the world changed when you realised what the moments of silence has reduced your relationship into. How, when you finally acknowledged the fact that perhaps the end of a prolonged short story is nearer than you'd rather believe, a filter seemed to slip off of the camera, along with the vibrance you never realised was raised too high. It's not like the frames suddenly are less colourful. It's just that the tinges of blue in the shadows and highlights have made themselves more obvious, like a sign waiting for you to conclude things yourself.

Maybe it's because it's the new years and new beginnings just seem so scary. Or maybe it's the ice in the air, or the meteorologist on the television announcing that it's 7°C that morning that makes the lack of warmth between you and him more unbearable. But you wake up to the silence of the world, not even the birds are around to fuss above your house. To the empty space beside you, a reminder of his message three days ago.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I'm staying with my family this new year. Okaa-san thinks I need to spend 'the end of the year and the beginning of a new one with those that made such days possible for me'. You know, her usual line to remind me of their importance. Miss you.

Let's video call on new year's eve, yeah?

received 9:26

He did call you last night. Not the video call he promised, but a voice call on Line. But you didn't answer. If he asked why, you would've told him you were with your friends in a shrine celebrating new years with prayers for a better future for one another, drinking sake, and walking the streets of Shibuya with your girls and gays and the one guy friend that everyone wonders how he ended up in the group.

It didn't hurt that he only called you once and never tried again. It didn't hurt that he didn't ask why. But fuck was it painful to hear the voicemail.

"Happy new year, Y/N san. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be there with you, I promise. I love you. So much."

It's scary and painful how his voice seemed to waver. How it was shaky and devoid of his usual timbre, a ghost of what once was a joking and rarely serious tone that took light of most situations. His voice that you loved so much, absent because maybe he knew too.

Maybe he was aware that no saving can be done to bring forth the past as if it was the present. To rebuild the broken and to remind you both of what you had all these years. To you and him, the signs couldn't be more obvious. When the world crumbles, you don't save it. You kiss it goodbye and go on to search for a new one. One that won't break with you in it. (but you know you won't search. you never do.)

You spend the next hours awake. The consciousness, unwanted. You want so much to just fall down as if the darkness can just swallow you and you'd be happier in it. In silence, you might feel better.

But you can't help the way your brain works. You bask in the reminiscing, the present disappearing before you until it's the past that owns you.

It's not the memories that grabs hold of you but him in his entirety. You cry because you will miss all that he is. The lazy tone he uses when he feels comfortable beside you on the couch. The humour he finds in everything, even in chemistry which is crazy because nothing about chemistry is comical. The messy hair he refuses to tame because he loses his identity, a piece of him, his pride and legacy when his hair looks neat. You'll miss his hand on your back when you're walking outdoors, his iced coffee with a secret ingredient that is probably not really a secret, his hugs when you feel yourself falling in the deep hole of misery, his excitement when he speaks of volleyball, his pride when he talks about his achievements, his— all of him. You'll miss all of him. Too much.

Kuroo spends the car ride thinking of you. Reminding himself to remind you of all that you must remember. To hold your hand tight for as long as he can until he can't.

He reminds himself of the things he love so much about you. Of your unequaled patience and trust in him. Of your ability to strip him of all his bad so that he can only see his good. Of your laughter when he speaks of his day as comically as possible. Of the mornings he wakes up beside you. Of your— everything. All that you are.

Because as the car nears your house, he feels himself crumble. Because he just knows what is about to come. So he must keep in him all your good and bad to be grounded. To stay long enough.

Kuroo stays in the car and stared at the door. The door that opens slowly and reveals you in your scarf and windbreaker. Beautiful. You in all your tear-stained glory, your nose and ears red. He stares as you step into the snow and approach him. He stares as you knock on the window.

And so he opens the door.

You break again the moment you see him. You wish to be strong for him. He doesn't deserve your sadness and weakness but he told you to let yourself be. That your tears are better seen than hidden. Because it helps him and you know how you are feeling. So that he doesn't have to walk around eggshells because you both expose all your vulnerability to one another.

So you fall on his knees. You dont wait for him to get out. You cry on his lap and you know he cried with you. You fall apart together. The same way you built each other to be whoever you two are today, you both break each other.

You say, Testu. Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu Tetsu. He says it's fine, he's fine. He leans and kisses your head and you cry more the same way he does as he hugs you from above. I'm sorry, you say. I should've answered your call, you say.

But I was scared. I was too scared.

And you both know. You fear the same thing. Because as Kuroo is placed on his wheelchair with your help and Kenma's who has been with you two since the very beginning. He leaves both of you because he knows that's what's best. He gives Kuroo a hug before he drives away.

He's bone-thin. Dark bags under his eyes, cheekbones too visible, lips too pale— tired. He looked more tired than three days ago, before he suddenly disappeared that day and you felt too much pain because was he gonna leave you that way? Was he not gonna be with you until the very last of everything?

You were thankful he texted you that night. Because you would've gone crazy with all your thoughts. You understood why he had to go home. His family needed him and he needed them. You couldn't be selfish.

That night, you spend hours on your bed with Kuroo. He didn't need the morphine, he tells you. He's okay. But his breathing is ragged and he's sweating. He can't move without hurting. But you don't give him painkillers because he told you so. So instead, you kiss him. You kiss him and tell him you love him. You tell him you were happiest with him. He doesn't talk much. But the last he said before you both slept was, "I love you too. More than anything and everything. I love you."

The next morning, you cry harder. This time, all by yourself. Tetsutetsutetsutetsutetsutetsu. He never responds.

You cry harder.

But at the very least, he was still holding your hand.

Tetsu(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Science is yet to prove the existence of reincarnation so instead of pinning everything on it, I'd rather appreciate this one life I spent loving you. Because there's no other way for me to have lived than to be yours and you mine. This one life is enough for the universe to understand that we are eternity, you and me. Forever.

I love you. I know you love me too.

2:09 am

You

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

5:27 am

Okaa-san - mother

Tetsu - nickname for Kuroo from his first name, Tetsuro. In Japan, cute nicknames are more common than endearments like honey or love.

Shibuya - a city or special ward in the prefecture, Tokyo.

Sake - Japanese alcohol made of rice and other ingredients.

Line - most used messaging app in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fic #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo #kuroo imagine #kuroo reader insert #kuroo fanfic #kuroo fic #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #nekoma

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15-dogs · 4 years

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Can I request a Neville imagine with prompts #4 and #7 from list 3? Like Neville with an outgoing Slytherin girlfriend maybe? Thank you!💚💚

love is forever |n.l.|

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader

summary: neville has been acting stranger than usual about your upcoming party

warnings: none

guide: (Y/N) = your name, prompts bolded (“I asked if you were having a party. I didn’t tell you to have a party.” and “Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me!”)

word count: 1.7K

“I asked if you were having a party. I didn’t tell you to have a party,” Neville hissed at you.

You simply rolled your eyes and shook your head, continuing on your way. Neville ran after you, stumbling on his own feet as he pushed through the crowds of people that you invited to your party that upcoming weekend.

This was nowhere near the first time something of this sort had happened. Like a couple months back when someone said that a Slytherin should enter the Triwizard Tournament. You took it as a personal challenge, putting your own name in. Neville was furious. He ranted for the whole night about the possibility of your name getting drawn and how that comes with the possibility of losing you. He froze, realizing that his voice had come thick with emotion from his admission. That night, you two kissed and were inseparable ever since.

So what would make Neville think that you were one to back down from any wandering thought?

“(Y/N)!” some Ravenclaw called out from across the hall. Your head snapped up and the girl continued, “Party on Saturday, right?”

“Yes-”

“No!” Neville interjected. You slapped a hand over his mouth, a grin still on your face.

“Don’t listen to him, party’s on for Saturday night. I’ll see you there!”

The girl waved at the two of you before sauntering off. Once she was out of sight, you removed your hand from your boyfriend’s mouth and tugged him down a corridor.

“Are you mental?” you asked. “What’s going on with you, Neville? You’re acting so strange. Do you have a problem with parties?”

He shrugged dismissively. “Reckon I don’t like them all that much.”

“Care to share why?”

Neville suddenly became shy under your gaze. His brow knit together and he scuffed his shoe against the tiling as rings of blush clouded his cheeks. “I don’t know,” he said. His voice was so quiet that it could barely be heard.

“Why doesn’t that feel entirely truthful to me?”

“I...I-”

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out. “Oh, hey, Neville!” Your eyes snapped up to meet your roommate, who was peering down the end of the hallway. “We have class in, like, two minutes. We should probably head out.”

You nodded solemnly and she turned the corner, waiting for you out of sight. Neville waved hesitantly at her as she disappeared.

“I’ll see you after class, love,” he said, leaning down for a kiss. You put a hand against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “Huh?”

“No way, no! I’m not giving in that easily.”

Neville was dumbfounded. He blinked in surprise before slowly leaning in again. You scoffed and stopped him once more.

“What?” he mumbled.

“No,” you stated definitively, “no more kissing until you tell me what’s really going on, Neville.”

“Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me!”

You fought the urge to place a final peck against his lips as he donned an adorable little pout that had you weak in the knees. No, you had to stand your ground.

You eyed the end of the corridor, spotting your friend glancing anxiously around the halls as the number of students dwindled. You eye contact with your roommate who tapped her watch and you nodded before returning your gaze to your boyfriend.

“Sorry, Neville, but I have to go. Talk to me when you’re ready.”

And you left him there, feeling like you didn’t do the right thing at all.

—

Just because kissing was out of the picture, didn’t mean spending time with you wasn’t. Neville was constantly trying his hand at flirting, which he never really was good at. When you first started dating, you asked how you hadn’t noticed his attempts before. Apparently he had thought he was flirting with you for months now.

However, Neville had really stepped up his game. After being with you for almost three months, he knew what made you tick. His hand splaying on your lower back while you chatted with your friends, running his thumbs over your knuckles, bringing you his favorite plants which he had been caring for in the Herbology greenhouses— all of it was entirely too tempting.

Little by little, your resolve had been chipped away by Neville, but it finally crumbled a week after you had made your decision. You couldn’t stand it anymore, feeling as if you were just a bit too hard on your boyfriend.

You slid in next to him at his desk in the library, your hand curling around his. He slowly looked up, his eyes filling with pure panic as he scrambled to put his things away.

“W-what are you doing here?” he stuttered out.

You cocked a brow at him. “I’m here to talk, but mostly to call off my ban.”

“Your ban?”

“On kissing.”

The tips of Neville’s ears reddened as he let out a quiet, “Oh.”

He leaned forward towards you as the words escaped his lips. He reached a gentle hand up to frame your jaw, planting a careful kiss to your lips. You smiled contentedly into the kiss, finding that the universe was right and just again.

Neville pulled away a moment later with a soft, “I missed that.”

You hummed in response. “Me too, Nev, but we should talk.”

Neville began to busy himself with his papers to avoid meeting your eyes. You groaned, sliding your hand from his up to his face, pulling him by the jaw to look at you.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Do you really hate parties that much?”

Neville’s eyes darted back and forth as he tried to come up with an answer. “Y-yes. I don’t like parties that much.”

You frowned and moved backwards, relaxing into your chair. “If they really bother you that much, I won’t go.”

“No, no, no!” he hurriedly assured. “Don’t do that! You can go to your party, it’s okay!”

You raised a brow at him. His jumpiness was confusing you. You knew he could be jumpy, it wasn’t totally out of the ordinary, but this seemed different, like he was hiding something from you.

“Okay,” you drawled warily, “I’ll go.”

You gathered your things and stood up, glancing at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye. As soon as you turned, he reached out to you, grabbing you by the wrist. You gasped as you looked down at his pleading eyes.

“Would you spend the morning with me? It’s okay if you don’t want to, I just thought that it would be a fun date, but it’s fine if-”

“Neville-”

“-you don’t want to. I mean, I understand that you have more-”

“-Neville-”

“-fun things to be doing that night, but I thought that if it were the mornings-”

“Yes, Neville, I would love to!” Your shouting got a few glares from some studying students around you and a loud shush from Madam Pince but you didn’t mind; his rambling was comically adorable, him always making you smile. But as you thought for longer about it, you always remembered he would ramble when he was nervous— what did he have to be nervous about?

Neville blushed and nodded shyly, letting go of his grasp on you. “Okay,” he murmured, “Saturday morning, then.”

“Saturday morning,” you confirmed, a laugh on the tip of your tongue as you left the library, wondering what had caused him to start up that nervous habit again.

—

The week came and went, leaving you anxious as ever for Saturday morning. Neville had instructed you to meet him in the kitchens which led you to assume that you would have another baking date again. Although, that was quite disastrous last time around. Fun, sure, but a mess, indeed.

As you approached the portrait, your heart hammered in your chest. You hesitantly tickled the pear, the pathway in revealing itself. However, as you stepped in, your breath was taken away.

Neville adjusted a vase of flowers on the table which was covered head to toe in other romantic things: cards, chocolates, plates of homemade cookies (which clearly someone helped him with). He jumped at your gasp, turning around to see your delighted face.

“Did I forget Valentine’s Day?” you asked as you walked up to his embrace, kissing him on the cheek. “I thought that it was January right now?”

“Oh, it is, it is! I just…” Neville stepped backwards and gestured to a small, homemade banner that had pressed flowers and watercolor lettering on it. “...happy 3 months? Is this stupid, I feel like this is stupid-”

“Was this why you didn’t want to go to the party? Our 3 month anniversary which, wow, by the way, I forgot.” You chewed your lip, shame bubbling up in your stomach. “I feel terrible, I should’ve remembered.”

Neville rushed to your side in an instant, shaking his head with wide eyes. “No, it’s fine! Really, it’s fine! Ginny, actually, told me that girls want to celebrate anniversaries every month so I just...went with it.”

You chuckled as you walked over to your seat, Neville having pulled out the chair for you. “Well, you sure know how to make me feel special. Tell Ginny I said thanks.”

You eyed the display of sweets in front of you, your gaze falling on a card with your name on it. You glanced up at Neville, silently asking if you should open it. He nodded with confidence but was fumbling with his own hands. You carefully picked up the card as Neville began to ramble again.

“This was Luna’s idea. She said that Ginny did it for her. Apparently Luna really liked it, so I hope you do too. Luna decorated the banner as well-”

You gasped as your eyes scanned over the cursive text. Your heart swelled with joy as you reread the words over and over again. Finally, you glanced up at your overly-anxious boyfriend, whispering a breathy, “I love you, too.”

“You do?” he asked. You nodded, biting your lower lip to contain your smile. “Blimey, you do! I love you so much. So, so much.”

You dropped the card which contained his admission to take his gentle hands in yours. “I love you, too. A stupid amount, really.”

And as you sat there, confessing how you truly felt about each other, you knew that a party could wait. Parties were temporary, love was forever.

#neville longbottom #neville x y/n #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction

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the-hate-keeps-me-warm · 3 years

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kisses and cuddles

wooooooooo time for some more fluffy shit yall i loved making this so much this sorta relted to my weed garden fic but you dont need to read it (be cool tho)

Ruby was sitting in the cafeteria with Oscar and penny she was too tired to pay attention to what the two were talking about penny sitting across from her and Oscar was excitedly talking about something while Oscar liens looking interested she’s unsure how he’s so put together they were both up late hanging out dreading comics and it’s only 7 am she leaned on Oscar and closed her eyes hoping to get a little more sleep before She had to do missions she had a relatively short one today only a search and destroy so maybe she could get home fast and take a nap Oscar nudged her shoulder and she lifted her head “hey don’t fall asleep if you don’t eat you’ll be grumpy” he says she fakes a pout and starts eating the gross cafeteria food she assumed that atlas food would be good sense it’s so many rich folks but no she’s actually had better tasting mres or maybe she was just getting spoiled eating Oscar and rens cooking “ruby why are you so tired did you have trouble sleeping” penny says drawing circles on the table with her finger “no me and Oscar were up late last night and I only slept like three hours“ penny frowns “while I am happy you and Oscar are spending time together you require at least 6 hours of sleep for maximum field efficiency” ruby just nods “so why don’t you seem tired Oscar you couldn’t of slept anymore than I did” she says with a yawn he shrugs and says “I guess I’m used to it I had to wake up early back home so I always didn’t get a bunch of sleep” penny raises a finger “actually according to my scans Oscars brain is only running at 89% efficiency and his hear rate is faster from his normal 48 beats per minute to to 51 it is likely that he simply better at hiding his tiredness” Oscar slumps “penny do have everyone’s heart rates memorized” he says exasperated “yes I also have all of your medical charts on file and criminal records why” he raises a brow “criminal record?” Penny nods “yes several of your team have criminal records qrow having the longest with 22 counts of public intoxication as well as 3 of public indecency and” ruby raises her hands “trust me you don’t wanna know the rest they had to make a new law for one of the things he did but who else has charges?” she tries to wake herself with conversation and it sorta works she also learns some new and unsettling things about her friends but eventually breakfast ends and she starts to get her gear ready she’s loading rounds into one of crescent roses magazine when someone knocks on the door to her locker room “it’s open” she calls out and incomes Oscar he’s holding a small Tupperware box and a small metal tumbler “hey I wanted to give this to you before you go” he says with a sheepish grin he sets the box next to her and hands her the tumbler it’s warm and smells good “it’s coffee, don’t worry I added way too much sugar for you and the other thing is a surprise you said you don’t eat a lot on missions so I made it for you it’s a bit of an experiment so tell me if it’s bad” she’s grinning ear to ear and stands up from her weapon bench and hugs him “you are the best and I’m sure it’ll be great” she gives him a kiss on the cheek she’s been slowly trying to work her way up to kissing him on the lips but nose and cheek kisses were enough for her he smiles and his cheeks get all rosey and he hugs her back and says “be careful ok sorry I know you can take care of yourself but just you know“ she squeezes him a little “yeah don’t worry I know I’ll be careful and when I get back we are so taking a nap mister I’m not that tired” he giggles and looks up at her with a smile “you won’t hear me complain and uh before you go could I uh kiss you like um on the lips” he says nervously she leans down pressing her forehead to his and smiles she smells his breath it smells like chocolate and coffee she feels her cheeks heat up to match his and says “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now are you sure you want to ” he nods his head wordlessly she takes his hand and gently presses her lips to his its short and maybe a little clumsy but it makes her heart soar when she breaks the kiss Oscars breath shakes slightly and a little panic starts to fill her did she mess it up did he hate it and then he smiles and it all fades away “that was really nice” he says rubbing her knuckle with his thumb then there’s a knock on the door frame she looks up and weiss and Blake are standing there weiss looks annoyed and Blake is grinning “time to go ruby morning Oscar” wiess says already turning to walk away ruby quickly gathers crescent rose and Oscars gifts and says “bye Oscar I’ll be careful byeee” and dashed out the door behind the others Blake nudges her shoulder “your lucky I made weiss wait ,god you two are adorable” ruby squeaks “will you stop spying on us” “we weren’t spying you two dolts left the door open” weiss says annoyed

The mission was boring as she thought it was gonna be how normal soldiers couldn’t handle this she’ll never know on the airship ride home she opens the box Oscar gave to her a note on top says “have a great day and stay safe” she smiles at the note and sticks it in her ammo pocket it looks like a brownie is some kind and yang leans over and says “where did you get that”

“Oscar made it for me” she says taking it out of the container it smells like a peanut butter protein bar “ooo come on share with me pleassss” yang says putting her hands together “ugh your lucky I’m a good sister” she breaks off a small piece and hands it to yang and takes a bite of her own and it’s amazing it Taste like a peanut butter brownie but somehow better it’s somehow not dried out or crumbly yang seems to have a similar opinion “god if you don’t marry Oscar i will his food is too good”yang says with a laugh she kicks yang in the leg “I know right I can barely eat the cafeteria food anymore” her and yang chat a bit about food until they finally land Oscar is standing on the landing pad waiting for her she bounce on her heels excitedly despite how tired she is when the door finally opens she rushes out to hug him “how did it go” he asks wrapping his arms around her shoulders “oh it was easy but soooo boring I don’t know why they asked us to do it” she says leaning into him he chuckles “well I’m glad it wasn’t dangerous at least did you like it” he asks sheepishly she puts her head on his “yeees brothers it was great what was it” he unwraps his arms and looks at her “there’s no name for it yet but it’s kinda like a protein brownie was it too grainy or anything what about the after taste” he asks “I didn't even realize it was supposed to be healthy” she puts her hands on his shoulders “Oscar I’m gonna need more of that” he smiles “happy to make some more tonight” he says proudly yang walks past and ruffles his hair “make sure to make enough for me too kiddo” and walks off “how about that nap ruby my teams still on mission so we should have some time” he says taking her hand “yes please”

They walk back to team alpns dorm room after ruby changes into something more casual Oscar was already wearing his normal clothing he sits on his bed and smiles “I’m gonna get to have two naps today” she sits down next to him and throws her arm around him "you and your team sure like your naps huh" he smiles as they lie back on his bed "honestly who doesn't like naps I never use to be a huge cuddler but it’s nice to have someone close to you, you know” they lie back Oscar resting his head on rubies shoulder “well I do wish my team took naps together sometimes yang is a big cuddler too but Weiss doesn’t like being warm and Blake can’t sit still even so less than you” he snorts as he takes her hand running his thumbs along her knuckles “well I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind you joining our naps if have to ask but i'll warn you ren sits up in his sleep Jaune snores and i talk in my sleep” she raises an eyebrow “you didn't last time” she says “that's cause we were smoking but if i take a nap or if im really tired you can actually talk and I'll talk back” she grins “well what do you talk about” he rests his head on her chest “usually about my aunt or all yall but Nora has told me i say lots of stuff about you if i'm asked” he says his cheeks getting just a tiny bit rosy she grins and plants a kiss on his nose “well i hope i get the chance to ask but i'll probably fall asleep first im super tired” she rolls over and wraps herself around him oscar adjusting to lay on her arm pulling a blanket over them "well if you can get me to talk I'll answer any question just nothing to embarrassing please" he says “i would like to know what you have to say tho so maybe i'll try to hold out just a bit longer” she says closing her eyes as oscar lets out his relaxed sigh about half of Oscars communication was nonverbal she liked to mentally catalog the things he does when he relaxes he lets out a long almost high pitched sigh it makes her happy to hear that and it helps her relax her thoughts starts to get fuzzy as sleep takes her she wakes up a few hours later laying on her back oscar laying on top of her them both having wrapped around each other she hears quiet murmurs coming from him to quiet to understand "Oscar are you still asleep" she whispers no response "Oscar are you comfy" he nods his head "of course I'm comfy I'm cuddling with ruby" she snickers he was definitely still asleep "who's the coolest person you know" she she's "ruby for sure she's so good at fighting and everyone trusts her I wish I was more like her" she runs her hand through his hair "how do you feel about ruby " she asked "I'm in love with her she makes me feel strong and weak at the same time when she's with me I feel like I'm safe and that we could do anything together i want to be with her forever" she's crying now "oh shit I didn't expect him to be that honest" she thinks as tears run down her face "I love you too Oscar" she kisses the top of his head “you know i never used to want like romantic stuff and all the fluffy garbage i just wanted to be a huntress and fight grim stuff like that but you make me want that stuff i wanna take you on dates and like hold your hand and stuff there are a bunch of things i wanna do like” she pauses resting her head on his “i forgot you were asleep for a second i'm starting to embarrass myself i do love you tho i dont know when your supposed to say that we've only been i guess dating for what 2 and a half weeks my dad always joked that huntsmen relationships move really fast nothing like holy shit we might die to move a relationship forward right but you make me feel like i don't know amazing and I love being with you you make all my worries disappear even if it's only for a little bit and i'm rambling and your not talking back” oscar lifts his head “its cause im awake and i love it when you ramble” she feels her face light on fire “w-what when did you wake up” he hums happily “around we might die i think it was nice that stuff you said you can ramble longer if you want what that new gun you saw in that magazine” she smiles “it's a roller delayed blowback sniper rifle its a smaller caliber than crescent rose but it has a longer effective range because of the way the bore is shaped i prefer bolt actions to semi automatics for a long range rifle semi autos have there merits and stuff it's a lot lighter than crescent rose as well on account of it not also being a giant scythe you know i was thinking about carrying a pistol too crescent rose is great but shes heavy and she's also really hard to conceal even when shes folded speaking of i need to clean her gears a bunch of dust got in them today you said you wanted to learn weapon maintenance i could teach you today if you want” “sure i can learn there's a lot of things oz knows but it's like a big library without a librarian its all jumbled up” she scratches the back of his neck “well i do not understand the dewey decimal system but i'm happy to help” they both giggle at her joke ruby keeps rambling until the rest of team alpn return

Oscar is walking ruby back to her dorm they come to her door and they turn to face each other and oscar rubs his hands together “so ruby uh I got permission with ironwood to leave school grounds as long as someone's with me so I was wondering if you’d like to maybe go out like on a date” she smiles and puts her arms around his shoulders “sounds amazing sweetie I’m free this weekend where do you want to go” he blushes and says “well I actually have something in mind but I wanna keep it a surprise if that’s ok” she kisses him on the cheek “of course casual clothes or should i dress nice” he shakes his head “i mean it's really up to you but were not going somewhere fancy just a place I think you'll like" she smiles and kisses his nose and he leans up a little so there lips are level "can i kiss you again" he asks just above a whisper her pressing her lips gently against his is her answer they hold the kiss for a few moments Oscars hands drifting to ruby's waist when they separate she says "i think we're getting pretty good at that" Oscar smiles avoiding her eyes "yeah um It's certainly enjoyable" they break the hug "I'll see you in the morning I'll make that stuff you like ok" he says "yes awesome you're the best Oscar good night" she says as she slips into her from her teammates giving her knowing smirks

#rwby #rosegarden #ruby rose #oscar pine #there simps your honor #im a sucker for this shit so yall get to read my self indulgent word vomit #weedgarden #expanded universe #am i a good writer no can i write fluffy shit yes #after weed garden ive wrote like three seperate fics #next one will have angst #but it gets fluffy dont worry #im not evil

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cotncandyboifics · 3 years

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 1

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Masterpost

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,780

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: <none> (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: hook chapter go brr

...

Nice to meet you, where you been?

I can show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saw you there, and I thought

"Oh my god, look at that face

You look like my next mistake"

Love's a game, wanna play?

Roman checked his watch discreetly as he walked down the hall toward his first class. 7:58. He was almost late, but not quite. As he walked in, earning a glare from Mr. Berry and a few students, he glanced at the whiteboard. It read: "Tuesday, September 3 / Classwork: OT essay workday / Homework: OT Analysis and Essay due FRIDAY". The word "Friday" was written sloppily large and underlined. Roman just kept his sleepy poker face and walked to his desk, in the second-to-last row in the middle. He'd not noticed the shrunken figure at the desk next to him, whom everyone knew but no one liked. Virgil Black.

New money, suit and tie

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny, rumors fly

And I know you've heard about me

So hey, let's be friends

I'm dying to see, how this one ends

Grab your passport, and my hand

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

Virgil shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as he glared in Roman's general direction from behind bright purple bangs. His scowl deepened as Roman pulled out his notebook but didn't take his single earbud out, proceeding to doodle on the margins of his notebook.

Roman propped his head up on his right palm, tilting his head carelessly as he drew stars around a stick man's head. By this time, the plump red-faced man known as Mr. Berry, teacher of English 12, had taken his respected place at the front of the class for a quick lecture before they began classwork.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

"Good morning students," He said in a blubbering gritty voice, the sagging skin below his chin bouncing comically as he did so. "I trust you completed reading the rest of the book. Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, the Analysis and quotes along with your essay's final draft are due - both printed - on Friday. If you turn it in on Monday, it'll drop two letter grades, and any time after that is a zero. I should hope this first assignment will get you in the punctual mindset for my class." The large man was walking about the room, between desks checking for cheating or kids working ahead. He was strict, and didn't tolerate out-of-line behavior. As he completed his sentence, his eyes fell on Roman, who was still slouched apathetically, doodling, earbud in. The students watching Mr. Berry saw his face somehow achieve a deeper hue of red and his eyes bulge, as a bull does when it spots it's target. Roman however, didn't notice; a pale-faced Virgil tried to get his attention without the teacher noticing.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

"Psst. Roman." he hissed in vain. Roman's earbud was in his right ear, the same side Virgil was sitting on, so quiet noises from that direction were inaudible to him. Despite the class's uneasiness as Mr. Berry made his way to Roman's seat, and though Roman was fully aware of the fat fuming man advancing on him, he made no change in expression or focus; merely, filled in the dark half of the yin yang he had sketched next to his name as he lightly mouthed the words of the song.

Mr. Berry stopped right in front of Roman's desk, looking down at him furiously. When Roman ignored him, he took further action. Just as Roman had completed the yin yang, a fat red hand came down loudly on his desk and a sudden "MR. PRINCE!!" Erupted from the old man's gullet.

Cherry lips, crystal skies

I can show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the king baby I'm your queen

Find out what you want,

Be that girl for a month

Wait, the worst is yet to come... oh no.

Roman looked up at him slowly, but no trace of fear could be found on his face. Even, a slight smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. But, not enough for the old man to notice.

"What sort of media is emitting from those... earphones?" Mr. Berry said, bug-eyed.

Roman held up the earbud that wasn't in his ear, looking at it. "You mean these?" He said.

Mr. Berry simply sighed and rolled his eyes frustratedly. "Yes, 'in those', Mr. Prince. You'd better have an adequate response."

Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

Keep you second guessing, like

"Oh my god, who is she?"

I get drunk on jealousy

But you'll come back each time you leave

'Cus darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Roman held the old man's gaze, as if searching for something within his grey-brown orbs. After a moment, he sighed quietly and said, "Taylor Swift."

His response earned a few snickers from other students, to which Mr. Berry scanned the room to see if he could bust two students in one go.

Most of the students thought he looked like Napoleon from the 1954 animated movie based on Animal Farm, a fair comparison. His balding head and fat body gave him an appearance that was quite comparable to a pig.

After a moment of glaring at a few of the known renegades of the class, he returned his focus to Roman. But, this time, he didn't appear as angry; rather, he was smiling gently, but his eyes still held an angry glow. "Since you see no point in listening to my lecture, I'm sure you wouldn't mind showing the class a sufficient outline for your first draft essay? Along with the requirements, of course," the senile man's smirk curled up into a grin as he spoke, tilting his head a bit. Roman merely smirked himself, and stood.

So it's gonna be forever,

Or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over,

If the high was worth the pain

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

'Cus you know I love the players,

And you love the game

Mr. Berry watched in moderate surprise as Roman walked swiftly past the rows of desks to the whiteboard, uncapped an expo marker, and began writing in neatly printed lettering. "Ok, so the final draft is due on Friday," He began, "So you should have your first draft completed by tonight. The essay must have at least five body paragraphs, a minimum of two quotes each-" Virgil watched, shocked, gripping his pencil so that his knuckles paled. "So I hope you've picked out your quotes already. The thesis needs to answer the prompt, obviously. Conclusion should be at least five sentences. So overall, about two or three pages. I'd recommend using this class time to create an outline in your notebook, and typing up a first draft. Have your second draft done tomorrow, and final details on Thursday. And because Mr. Berry is too... behind the times to use Google Classroom, you'll need to print it out and hand it in physically. I'm sure Mr. Berry isn't partial to the trees we're killing, so if you're in Environmental club, I'd not bother complaining." And with this final sentence, Roman touched up his writing on the board and walked back to his seat, never taking out his earbud.

'Cus we're young and we're reckless,

We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless,

Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers,

They'll tell you I'm insane

But I got a blank space baby...

And I'll write your name.

Mr. Berry was still standing over Roman's desk, now staring down at him with large eyes. He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but was interrupted by another student asking a question. From then on, Mr. Berry ignored Roman, which was an easy feat, as Roman did the same.

After a little over half an hour, the bell rang, and Roman slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. Mr. Berry considered asking him why he'd only doodled for the entirety of the class period and not worked on his essay, but his pride got the best of him, and he watched as the young man walked out of the room confidently.

Virgil had slipped out before Roman, and was now pretending to exchange things in his locker, which was unfortunately right next to Roman's. The tall jock walked up to his own locker, earning a scowl from the darker boy.

"What? Enjoy the show I put on in Mr. Diabetes' class?" Roman said, leaning against the lockers as Virgil shut his own. The dark boy just grunted and walked off, feeling Roman's eyes watching as he turned a corner. Roman smirked for the hundredth time that morning when he was gone and turned to open his own locker. When a few girls from the cheer team started to linger, flipping their hair and puffing out their chests, and Roman actively ignored them until he walked past close enough that a few of them let out squeals. He heard the usual murmurs from behind him, "he's so hot," and "I'd kill to be his date to Homecoming." He smirked to himself again, making his way to his Physics class.

...

Virgil spotted is best friend Patton in his usual seat as he walked into his second period Economics class. The boy smiled at Virgil up on seeing him, and waved happily.

"Hello Virgil!! how are you feeling this morning?" He said cheerily as Virgil took the seat next to him, sliding his backpack under the desk.

"Alright I guess." He thought about telling Patton about Roman, but thought better of it; Patton had enough on his plate to worry about as it was.

As for Patton, he had already taken to pulling out his notebook, preparing for a long class of note-taking. Economics was one of the most note-heavy classes either of the boys had, and usually required all their focus. As the teacher stood from his desk and turned on his projector, Virgil could've sworn he saw Patton staring at someone, but as soon as he looked, Patton focused on the teacher, readying his pencil. But, Virgil being the parano- vigilant person he was, followed what he thought was Patton's line of sight to... Logan Montgomery? What? Upon realizing who he had thought Patton was looking at, he brushed it off. There's no way Patton would be looking at him. is there?

#logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts logan #ts virgil #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #prinxiety #logicality #slow burn #virgil x roman #logan x patton

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cosmicpines · 4 years

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OTGW Dream-Unknown Comic Lore

Hey! Thought I’d make a post about the “ongoing” (now finished) post-series OTGW comic and the implications it has to the lore of the show, since I’m not sure everyone has read them.

Big Note: these comics are only dubiously canon! None were written by Pat McHale.

Other Big Note: I think assigning hard “mechanics” to how the Unknown works defeats the purpose. It is mean to be loose, fairytale like, shepherded by emotion. Putting a stamp on “this is how they get in and out” and “this is exactly what happened” doesn’t make sense -- part of the point is we, Greg, and Wirt don’t know exactly what the Unknown is.

That being said, i still think it’s fun to look at the facts presented in the comics and see if we can figure out a bit of what’s going on. This post is long because this is who I am as a person, apparently.

TLDR: Wirt and Greg can be brought to the Unknown during their dreams, potentially for multiple days in one night. They are there until they both realize they are dreaming and they solve the problem they were brought there for.

Right off the bat, in issue 1, we find out that Greg can go to the Unknown in his dreams -- in this case, because Jason told him that there was a “new case” for them to solve.

He briefly wakes up and goes back to sleep (probably because they wanted to show Wirt in issue 1.)

Greg doesn’t seem surprised to find himself in the Unknown; quite the opposite: Jason is telling him about a “new” case, implying that this has happened before, possibly multiple times. We have no idea how long after the series this takes place, only that it’s either fall or winter, judging from their pajamas.

Greg doesn’t offer us any other insight to what’s going on, but, eventually, Wirt shows up in issue 4. He asks Greg what he’s, and later they, are doing here, implying he did not choose to come and they don’t always come here at the same time.

Wirt is particularly interesting that he seems to think they may not be able to leave again, as he brings up on 2 occasions.

However, this may just be because he doesn’t know he’s dreaming.

(Yes, that’s Sara. More on her later.)

A detail that I think is important from the show here -- then, Wirt also couldn’t remember entering the Unknown, since he seemed to think he and Greg were lost and not, you know, drowning in a river. I think it’s very possible that when you enter the Unknown, you forget how you got there. Remembering that is key to being able to escape.

Sara tells Wirt he’s dreaming, and from that point on, he no longer waxes about being trapped: he instead tells Greg he wants to go home, as seen in issue 12.

When Greg and Wirt split up to solve the last mysteries:

This implies that they don’t have to go home together and, at this point, they are more or less capable of going home whenever.

Issue 16 brings them both home, Greg after revealing Hero Frog’s intentions and getting Jason elected mayor:

And Wirt after he and Sara defeat the Shapeshifter.

(poor wirt lmao)

I think these puzzle pieces can lead to a conclusion: They can only go home from the Dream Unknown once they are both aware that they are dreaming and they solve whatever problem they were brought here for. Once they do, they can go back whenever they want.

After waking up, Greg immediately checks on his brother.

Solidifying that they remember what happened, and, implying at least, that they don’t always get home at the same time. I can see scenarios where one sits in the other’s room, waiting for them to wake up...

We ultimately don’t know how often this happens, what triggers it, and how aware they are of the whole thing. Judging from their reactions to being there and going home, I feel like this sort of thing happens often enough, but not so often that it’s exhausting and/or terrifying... once a month, maybe?

If that rate increases, though... well, that’s just some fun fanfiction fuel.

Some other observations:

1. Greg and Wirt may not experience things exactly the same in the Dream Unknown.

When Wirt first shows up, he makes this comment:

“A bunch of nightmare stuff” seems a little... extreme, for what Wirt was doing, as said ghost was a beaver in a sheet.

Issue 6 offers a potential explanation. The framing device for this issue is a tavern keeper asks them why they look so tired, and Greg and Wirt both tell the story of having to sit in a location all night to meet someone, but their stories vary wildly. For Greg, they were on a stage. For Wirt, they were in a graveyard.

Both stories have seriously different levels of Wirt’s enthusiasm,

and how creepy it is.

I won’t pretend that this is canon that they’re experiencing it differently; it’s definitely possible that one or both of them are unreliable narrators. Certain details, like Wirt singing, point more to that, but others, like Wirt getting eaten by a demon horse, is... a lot more extreme, haha.

This is also partly refuted later in the comic, as Greg and Wirt get separated but visit the same places, which are largely the same.

But still, it’s a fun idea.

2. Sara is here

Yeah, so, this can either be adorable or terrifying.

All Sara really says about her being here is that she thinks this is a lucid dream where Wirt is a person in it, which Wirt never presses her but come on Wirt please press her cause what the fuuuuuuckkkkk????? Sara ultimately doesn’t seem to know what the Unknown really is, since she only refers to it as a lucid dream.

Three explanations I can think of:

1. Her line “I’m having a lucid dream and you’re a part of it” could be meant to imply that the opposite: Wirt is the one having the dream and has dreamed up a Sara to adventure with him.This Sara is just something Wirt has created to join him in the Unknown, and the real Sara isn’t involved or aware of this at all. This isn’t the first time the Unknown has created a Sara, if you consider Distillatoria canon (which... ehhhhh...... I have Opinions about that lol)

2. Sara has been to the Unknown before. If that is the case, it either happened recently, since Wirt is surprised to see her there, or Sara has been doing this for a while and they just haven’t run into each other. Her saying it’s just a dream isn’t incorrect, and if she doesn’t think Wirt is really Wirt (that the Unknown created him), there’s no reason for her to be like “hey, we’re in a dream recreation of purgatory that apparently has a grasp on my soul for all eternity.”

3. This is the first time Sara has been to the Unknown, and Wirt unintentionally brought her along. This one has the least evidence towards it, but I think it’s interesting. Greg is able to bring his stuffed raccoon with him to the Unknown, so why can’t Wirt bring the consciousness of his crush and/or girlfriend?

Another thing to think about when considering this: Wirt and Greg are in the Unknown in their Halloween costumes. I like the idea that whatever you wore to the Unknown when you go is what you always wear when you’re there. Sara is all dressed for an adventure, with a cute green cape, a huge backpack, and a bee mask (specifically to trick the shapeshifter).

So I’m not sure what she might have been doing to be wearing this and then end up in the Unknown... Either she’s into LARP, she got into a hiking accident while wearing a sick cape, she changed clothes after arriving in the Dream Unknown, or her outfit is part of Wirt’s dream.

No idea which explanation is “correct;” I think they’re all interesting to play with!

3. Jason has relatives in the Unknown

Apparently the Hero Frog is Jason’s dad???

Which is... fascinating, considering they found Jason before going into the Unknown.

I think I read ages ago a theory that Jason is originally from the Unknown and got out somehow, as he is a lot more intelligent than a real frog should be. Who knows, though.

It’s probably also of note that Jason is the one who instigates them entering the Unknown, “telling” Greg there’s a mystery to solve.

4. Multiple days pass by in the dream

This is “fun...”

Day 1: Issue 1 (Greg’s arrival) - Issue 4 (Wirt’s arrival, diverging story)

Day 2: Issue 6 (morning after diverging tale) - Issue 7 (Greg sneaks around bird town, Wirt encounters a ghost)

Day 3: Issue 9 (Greg goes over a mountain. There’s a very fast day-night cycle here, but I think it’s for comedic effect. Wirt arrives in bird town and meets up with Sara.) - Issue 11 (Greg joins some “highwaymen”) /12 (Wirt and Sara help a sick goose)

Day 4: Issue 12 (Greg, Wirt, and Sara meet up in frog town) - Issue 14 (Greg spies on Hero Frog, Wirt and Sara get taken by an orphanage)

Day 5: Issue 15 (Greg/Wirt/Sara make their plan, Greg goes home before nightfall in 16) - Issue 16 (Wirt and Sara defeat the shapeshifter)

This is 5 full days they spend in the dream. Some of them are a lot fewer events than would happen in a day, and it’s very likely time is moving faster in the dream, but... jeez. That’s got to screw with your mind if this happens too often. Like, imagine the worst case scenario where they go to the Unknown every night and spend 5 days there every time! I doubt this is the case, but holy shit.

5. Beatrice, the Woodsman, Lorna, and the Beast are nowhere to be seen

This is more of an observation, but there is not even a passing mention of any of these three. Either they were all checked in on their first dream adventure, or they can’t remember that first adventure while in the dream too clearly...

There’s a ton of fun theories that you can make out of the Dream Unknown. Is the Dream Unknown the same as the Halloween Unknown? Are the boys souls claimed by the Unknown forever? Will it keep calling them back, night after night, until they go back permanently? How does this effect their healing from their trauma? Are these dreams going to increase or decrease in frequency? Do they always last exactly one night? Can Wirt fall asleep in class, spend a week in the Unknown, and wake up before the end of the period? Can Greg go to bed for the night and not wake up all day, but only have been in the Unknown for a few minutes? Does time pass in the Unknown without them there? In the Dream Unknown, will they always be the age that they originally were when they entered the Unknown? Does anyone else in the Unknown do this? (at some point, I want to do a theory post about who is from the Unknown and who is from the “real” world...)

Anyway... this post completely ran away with me. Hope you enjoyed! Send me your theories; I’m itching to hear them!

#over the garden wall #otgw #jeez this ended up really long #there was just a lot to talk about haha #mary blabs

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Wootwoot! We made it you guys! May 4th is my one-year anniversary on Tumblr. With some ups and downs and over 300 requests written, I'm gonna go ahead and say it was a successful year!

Monday until next Sunday I will do another Mini HC event, like we did for valentine! Open for all my fandoms, with mystery prompts to choose from.

Until then, I wanted to do a sleepover event. Unlimited asks and interactions for the weekend cause I feel like I haven't talked to a lot of you in a long while!

You can send me any classic sleepover question

Kiss, marry, kill

Would you rather

Top 3/5/10...

Questions about me

Questions about my anime, writings...

Theories (keep em spoiler free though!)

For this event, I will engage in a little bit of selfship talk if anyone were to be interested. Ask me about my F/o's and tell me about yours! Dynamics, habits... anything!

Questions about OCs

If you need some inspiration, I have included a couple of lists below the cut with questions id be 100% okay with.

Also, if you just want to chat, tell me about your week, a funny thing that happened to you, or a fun fact (i love fun facts especially if it's creepy or an animal fact)... A N Y T H I N G is welcome! There is no limit to your asks, spam me if you want! ♡

Look forward to talking to you guys!

Ps, I'll tag these #1yearSleepover if you want to block something against spam

Questions for OCs - Specify which one! Taken from here

1. How many different places have they lived?

2. What is their dream vacation?

3. What is their favorite color?

4. What is their favorite book?

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

7. How many partners have they had?

8. What is their favorite food?

9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

13. What are their spending habits?

14. Do they like hot or cold temperatures better?

15. Are they religious?

16. If they could describe themself in one sentence, what would they say?

17. Do they have any overused catchphrases?

18. What makes them laugh?

19. Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did it affect them?

20. Do they have a fast reaction time, or slow?

21. How do they react to praise?

22. How do they react to criticism?

23. Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?

24. What are their biggest pet peeves?

25. Do they have any type of handicaps? How do they manage them?

Other ask game - taken from here

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

6: do you keep plants?

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what’s your favorite planet?

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

22: are you a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

28: sunrise or sunset?

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

39: what color do you wear the most?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

68: what’s winter like where you live?

69: what are your favorite board games?

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

73: what are some of your worst habits?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

75: tell us about your pets!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

82: are/were you good in school?

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

#sleepover #aksgames #1YearSleepover #scheduled post

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