#[ this is in our au with anna okay ]

[worthyheir]

@bigdaddydaemon / vaguely plotted starter

It wasn't too late, but much later than he was meant to be awake, wandering the Red Keep in search of either of his parents. He had already been sent to bed, but once he had gotten there and been left alone, Luke slumbering in his cradle, still a babe comparatively, his dragon egg had started to move. It had started to crack, which was even more impressive. He was alone at this point, other than the guards outside the doors and his snoring little brother, so he just had to watch in wonder as the dragon emerged from the egg, wet, and heat, and still covered in some of it's shells as it crawled into his waiting arms.

He couldn't wait. He had to show someone, and Luke was still too little to care (plus waking him up from his slumber would rouse the entirety of the Red Keep). So he had no choice but to leave their bedchambers and seek his parents, likely still awake, as it was only deemed too late for the little ones - would he still be considered that, now that he had a dragon? he hoped not. His parents bedchambers were empty, so he kept going, unsteady legs carrying him as he carried the little dragon, big enough to take both of his hands, though he was sure his parents would be able to hold the little beast in one hand.

He saw the silver hair, not long enough to be his mother's, before he saw that it was indeed his father, in the distance. "Kepa! Look!" He near shouted, not caring who his father might be speaking with at the time, walking that way, ignoring the thought in the back of his mind that he might be scolded for being out of bed.

[bueckerrss]

if looks could kill - ines bettencourt

summary𞠬: two spies, same mission.

warnings: N/A

pairing: x oc

tags: @patscorner @pbueckerslover @cosmopretty @st4rrzynight @authentic-girl03

masterlist | main masterlist | taglist | spy au

the sound of sirens rang through the empty halls, “turn right!” connie said into the earpiece as she nodded her head as she took the directions connie told her, “summer you’re not alone, another dot just appeared on the screen they’re five feet behind you!” summer stopped in her tracks and listened carefully for the sound of footsteps.

the sound of heavy breathing could be heard from the end of the hallway, “con tell me the closest hiding spot” she whispered pressing her ear piece “two doors to the right” connie replied as the sound of the keyboard clicking was heard from her end.

sliding into the storage unit summer slightly peeked through a small crack in the door as a girl approximately 5’9 her back towards the girl in the storage unit, in all black, she spoke into a bracelet “all clear sir the target isn’t here” she left towards the other end of the hallway, sneaking out of the room summer quickly change her black clothes to a long red dress, she let her hair down, her long black hair falling into loose curls. walking back to the venue she grabbed a champagne glass from the passing waiter, taking a seat by the open bar.

eyes scanning the room, “who am i supposed to be looking for?” summer whispered into the earpiece.

frantic typing is heard before connie’s voice rang “you’re looking for jeremy paterson, he has brown hair and brown eyes” she nodded her head, she stood up mingling around before she accidentally bumped into someone, “oh my i’m so sorry!” she replied before looking up at a girl with a beautiful smile “it’s okay don’t worry, i’m anna” she replied “i’m um lele” summer responded, as an agent fake names were a must.

-

“lele seriously?” snorted connie as she sipped her coffee in front of summer, “well i couldn’t be like ‘hi im summer a secret agent who’s here on a mission!’ now what kind of first impression is that?” sighed summer as she let her head fall onto the table.

“well did you at least get this anna girls digits?” asked connie as she looked at the sorrowful summer, “no, she was too beautiful for me to not stumble over my words” mumbled summer into the table “oh my gosh, let’s hope you find this girl soon and actually get to ask her out! i can’t deal with being like this because you fumbled”

“stop i already feel bad as it is! i mean we spent the whole night talking even danced before calling it a night, yea sure i still kept my mind on the mission but with a girl like her in front of me was difficult.” sighed summer as she placed her chin on her palm. “anyway have any new details about the mission come in yet?”

“actually yea, you have to go to a gala tonight hosted by our targets parents.” she said moving her computer to show her the information, “okay, what’s the attire?” “masquerade” she said biting her donut.

“does that mean we have to go-” “shopping? yes” finished connie as she closed her laptop.

-

“i swear my hair is gonna be fried by the end of this mission” sighed summer as connie stood behind her curling iron in hand “well beauty comes with a lot of consequences, im almost done anyway!” she said letting go of the last strand of hair and hairspraying the hell out of it.

“now we’re just missing the red lipstick and then your mask and we’re done!” connie says as she gets the lipstick from her vanity and grabbing the mask from her nightstand, “alright all done!” she says stepping back and admiring her work.

“alright here’s your mask and earpiece i’ll be in the van giving you instructions and letting you know if anyone is suspicious or what not” she said giving summer her things.

“alright time to head out” said summer as she put on her mask and put in her earpiece. as she stepped into the mansion she looked around mapping out the place absolutely star struck by the beautiful scenery and how well the house was built the cream marble of the floor feeling smooth on her feet. as she looked up she saw those beautiful brown eyes, the same eyes she saw the other night.

“lele?” the girl asked looking at her with a soft gaze “hi!” she smiled as the girl recognized her.

a/n: new mini series? 👀 i promise ill actually put effort into this one and ill actually try to finish it and not leave it as discontinued 😭

[metis-iphigenia]

As someone who has been a fan of The Odyssey, being inside the Epic: The Musical fandom has been absolutely so amazing. Every Saga that has happened up to the Ithaca Saga was just so,,, great that I can't find words😭😭 Not only that it has been amazing to read other peoples interpretion of the Gods, Myths, Monsters and Heroes alike.

Anyway, I can't get over the Ithaca Saga and how beautiful every song sounds. So have some of my favourite moments in this Saga.

1- The Challenge

In the past Sagas, I have already been too in love with the violin playing whenever Penelope was mentioned etc, not only that I already knew the singer of Penelope had an amazing voice. BUT OH MY LOVE DID THE VOICE CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD./pos

Sirens are real guys and she is one of them(real information)

I don't have a significant favourite part in this song because honestly Anna Lea's voice is so captivating that the entire song passes in a very fun way. Just a very beautiful, sorrowful song overall.

2- Hold Them Down

I already knew this song from the snippets released before but hearing it from Ayron's voice was a whole different experience. He was SO good. Again, the whole song was amazing.

"Can't you guys see we're being played? This is how they hold us down while the throne gets colder. Hold us down while we slowly age. Hold us down while the boy gets bolder. Where in the hell is our pride and our rage?"

One of my favourite moments in this song was this probably. While listening, I actually got the feeling that the suitors were fed up from waiting for Penelope to choose a king. I think Ayron did a wonderful job in not only singing a villainous song but also making us feel how entitled the suitors are actually are.

I especially loved the moment where Antinous gets hit with an arrow by Odysseus and him encouraging the others about their plan is cut off. I will admit, I did audibly laughed at that.

3- Odysseus

I literally can't think of words to describe the emotions I was feeling while listening to this song. I think this is my favourite song alongside of "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again".

The electric guitar playing in the start, again the symbol of him becoming a monster and leaving his humanity(the acoustic guitar) MAN I LOVED THIS SONG.

Him aiming for the torches just like Scylla has done was a great add to that too. Bunch of people has already pointed out this before but it can never be too many amiright? But yeah he really is using every trick in his domain just like Hermes told him to and I love it.

"Somewhere in the shadows lurks an agile, deadly foe..."

(...)

"He's using the darkness to hide his approaches!"

The image of Odysseus as Batman popped up in my head after these lines and I can't get it out😭(That au would be so amazing though, especially Talia as Penelope and Damian as Telemachus.)

"You don't think I know my own palace? I built it."

I was already smiling during this whole song and I screamed when he said this. like okay king you go slay I am right behind you

"Old king, our leader is dead. You've destroyed the serpent's head, now the rest of us are no longer a threat.

Old king, forgive us instead, so that no more blood is shed. Let's have open arms instead."

Well It is not a Saga if it doesn't have an "open arms" comeback I guess. Though I did cackle when Odysseus said "No" and killed the guy.

Honestly, deserved. I might be remembering it wrong but I think Eurymachus also asks for forgiveness in The Odyssey? Really glad Odysseus didn't grant it in The Odyssey and in The Epic because from what I remember in The Odyssey, Eurymachus was Antinous' right-hand man and just as bad as him. (Correct me if I am wrong please, It has been a while since the last time I read The Odyssey)

I have no idea who sings Eurymachus in Epic but this whole part was just enough for me to want to learn who it is.

TELEMACHUS' PART! Mico's voice is already beautiful to listen to and it became way more beautiful with the backround music. His own theme music, violin symbolising all that he has learned from his mother. Those sounds just went really well against eachother in my opinion.

"Brothers, we have company, and he's made a grave mistake."

The way this guy sang the sentence, especially "grave mistake" was so satisfying. Absolutely so satisfying I love it.

Also, I heard somewhere that the "Odysseus" repeating in the backround was how the name was pronounced and I love that detail. I loved whenever his name was said in the backround and it is also very interesting how every monsters song is named after them, just like this song.

The screams of the suitors after the whole slaughter is over was a really nice touch, I love it when Jorge adds screams into his songs.

The speech Odysseus gives is also worth to mention.

Mercy? Mercy? My mercy has long since drowned, It died to bring me home. And as long as you're around, my family's fate is left unknown.

You plotted to kill my son, you planned to rape my wife! All of you are going to die!

I also love how it doesn't beat it around the bush about what the suitors were planning to do to Penelope. It should be said as it is, they were planning to rape her which is so vile and awful. Which what made their deaths so satisfying exactly.

Overall, Odysseus was an amazing song. So amazing that I will be going insane about it to my friends for the next 2 months probably.

4- I Can't Help but Wonder

I was crying by the end of this song. Seeing them FINALLY reunite was so 😭😭😭 ALSO THEIR HUG. ☹��☹️☹️/pos

Oh my son, look how much you've grown. Oh my boy, the sweetest joy I've known. Twenty years ago I held you in my arms, how time has flown.

Used to say I'd make the storm clouds cry for you, used to say I'd capture wind and sky for you. Held you in my arms prepared to die for you, oh how times has flown.

Hi, so this should be illegal! All I want to say about this song is how emotional and beautiful it was. And I love how it reminded me of "Dear Theodosia" in Hamilton.

THE WARRIOR OF THE MIND COMEBACK. DEAD AND BURIED. I am not well after that ☹️☹️ Also Odysseus putting everything behind for his family,,, falls to knees with my hands ripping my hair... I am so happy for them.

5- Would You Fall in Love with Me Again?

Finally, we are onto the song that made me shit tears. The OdyPen reunion we all were waiting for just like they were.

THE VIOLIN IN THE START. It is so beautiful just like Penelope, I can't get over it.

Again, Anna Lea's voice make me want to just drop everything I have and listen to it until I start to lose the ability to hear. It is so amazing.

Love how whenever someone uses the word "Waiting" in the song, Its volume and impact raises more than the last one. I especially loved Penelope ending it with "for you." saying that it was him she was waiting for, not love itself because to her, he is her love. I don' know if that made sense but hope I was able to explain it.

The part where Penelope asks Odysseus to carry their wedding bed away from here was such a beautiful moment becasue Anna Lea just sang it very beautifully(as she does as always) It was so emotional and so beautiful.

How could you say this?

I had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat, carved it into the olive tree where we first met. A symbol of my love everlasting...

Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to it cut from its roots!

I just find their Tree Bed very sweet that is all. And a lot of people have pointed out how in The Odyssey, Penelope asked her husband this to prove to herself that this is her husband, while in Epic she asked this to prove to him that he is her husband. I find that change very sweet.

I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don’t care how, where, or when, no matter how long it’s been you're mine.

Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting, waiting.

The emotion in her voice OHHHH I AM NOT SURVIVING THIS SAGA.

Never getting over the fact that Epic The Musical ended with Odysseus and Penelope saying "I love you." to eachother. NEVER.

There are so much more things I want to say about this banger of a Saga. But for now, I will just congratulate them all on their beautiful voices(EVERY single person who sang in this musical has amazing voice, counting other Sagas too. Holy damn, y'all are amazing.)

The fandom has been an AWESOME one to be in too! Everyone is such amazing people and not only that all of you are very talented. So congratulations to every and each one of you who have done fanarts, fanfictions, animations, fan songs, analysis and so so much more about the Musical, all of you are amazing. <33

[melimpostor]

TOP 10 favourite AA fanfics?

Hi !! Thank you for the ask ! Sorry it took me some time.

While i love the concept of asking the fandom questions, I'm really the wrong person to be asked about fanfics right now hfhdhdhs-

I'm new... Very very new to fanfic reading. Oh dear... i'm not even sure i've read 10 of them... Do i even have 5 ?? Oh no... oh boi, i'm a fraud..

So... Okay, my top ten will be the list of what i've read so far instead. (and chronogically)

► Black Water by @distortedclouds is the very first AA fanfic I've read ! It is a deep dive into Annie's relationship with her father (amongst other things). And boi i BINGED ... It depicts abusive relationships and its side effects very accurately. And i think Distordedclouds's interpretation of Annie and her trauma is very much on point ! It sparkled my curiosity into reading more fics for sure.

► Aruani in fort Salta series and Village by the end of the world by @moonspirit. Is a serie of events following the rumbling and its resulting responsibilities for the Alliance, more especially Armin. Stories about love, grief, self hate, insecurities and work/life balance. I cried for the first time reading fiction with this... And i relate to Armin very much... Y-Y It definitely confirmed that there is a lot of talented writers out there i needed to check out !

► Neverland of (our) desires by @annawayne. Is a one shot about the canon events succeeding the boat scene. If i had a word to describe Anna 's writing, as a noobie reader and non-writer, i think it would be a caress on the cheek. So even if there was angst and heart string pulled, i felt at peace.... And it has pretty pictures so i'm sold- I also started My yellow light in your soft whispers recently but i'm still at the very begining !

► Tangerine Skies and Muffled Cries by @midnightraine131 is a one shot about cadets Armin and Annie sneaking out from duty on a very special evening. It's very sweet and fluffy ! The idea of them sneaking out together makes me all giggly, and i had my share of "aww" moments~

► All the things that could have been by @mimiwrites2000 explores the thougths of a tipsy Armin during his party time with the scouts back in Marley. I really felt his angst and languish and it hurt me in a very good way ;v; ♥

► By each crimes and kindness (i'm bound to you) by @aruanimess tells the story of cadets Armin and Annie slowly falling for each other and the internal turmoil it might bring. The teen angst is really present and, ooooh i'm sooo here for it !! I was on the edge of my seat everytime they met !

► On the path that led me to you by @the-last-thread-of-my-sanity is also a story taking place during cadet training where Armin and Annie explore their blooming feelings for each other. It has a lot of very sweet moments in a very clumsy-teenagey way and i love it !

Oh hey look, i have more than 5- I have a soft spot for canon compliant/post canon stories, so that's what i tend to read first i suppose. But there's a lot more i have yet to discover. I haven't even started AUs yet... but i will at some point! bear with me, i read slowly ): Anyways, here you go ! i tried to keep it relatively short sorry fhdhs ;;

[lychniis]

tw. rant beneath the cut.

with the amount of anti dark content posts going around i might just start trolling people because good god, even if i love arranged marriage au's do i have problems with it outside of fandom spaces.

maybe i should go out there with all that horrific bluster those users seem to hold and detail how people are problematic for liking arranged marriage au's. oh you like arranged marriage fluff? you're 'normalizing problematic content' then and thus, you deserve to be called out and mass reported.

'but it's not that problematic'

sweetie, most of my issues stem from the fact that my parents hated each other due to a forced marriage. i grew up in a country where marital abuse is normal. where men and women are forced to marry each other, either subtly or outright. i was almost sold off if i hadn't passed my 12th grade papers and any fucking report over it would have been met with an "aiyo putta but if you don't go to university then what will you do? getting married is the next best option, no?"

sure anna. i guess i'll just roll over and die then.

if you like arranged marriages as a trope, great! so do i! but there is a deep seated hypocrisy where some problematic tropes are accepted, especially in western spaces, because they are so disconnected from the issues these tropes entail. i'll be straight up. if you are not fond fictional incest, non con and other dark content, that's okay. we have preferences. filter your tags. curate your experiences. stay safe. real predators aren't so outright. i'm not a fan of incest myself and content with that stuff is blocked and ignored with little fuss.

but if you go about making whole callout posts for people who do, actively censoring and mass reporting their accounts instead of blocking and moving on, but then turn gush over an 'arranged marriage au fluff' with ayato then good god look at a mirror because you are not at a moral high ground for liking a trope with less moral implications in fics.

if you did care about people irl, you would be looking into it.

you would be renouncing a good chunk of 'acceptable fanfic tropes'.

you would be renouncing fanfic as a whole because it's just as fucking illegal as incest and smut and dark content. or need i remind you of the number of petitions people keep signing to stop the law from suing fandoms?

because a lot of these tropes? well they are still 'issues irl' as you so like to put it. i could get into the nitty gritty of arranged marriages in this country and how messy they can get. but i won't. i know you enjoying this trope is purely in a fictional set up, that you won't condone it in real life.

but you won't. you'll cherry pick what's okay with you. you'll keep screaming at the top of your voice. do it. you'll be blocked by most of the good creators on this site. you'll have your little space of haters and you can stay in that corner while we go about our lives and ignore you.

this is the first and last time i'm posting about this. i'm not keen on censoring any content.

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 13

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 2933

Chapter Index

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“How did it go?”

Sven trudged past him into the stables.  “’Bout how you’d expect.”

“How much did you tell him?”

His brother kept walking down the length of the stable.  “All of it.  I ain’t keepin’ that from the old man.  It happened on the property.”

“Was he pissed?”

Sven turned and have him a pointed look.  “What do you think?”

“I told you I’d be the one to tell him.”

“I’m the asshole that brought Bill up here in the first place even though I knew he was a new-to-towner.”  Sven turned away and opened the stall door to his horse.  “Those drifter motherfuckers never work out.  I never should have even given him a chance.”

Kristoff went to the next stall and got his.  “Let’s not get into the blame game again.  That didn’t work so well for us last night.”

Sven twisted his lips into a grimace and went about his work.  Kristoff did the same and they saddled up the horses and got them ready for a day of riding.  They had to finish the rest of the fence check on the eastern perimeter today to see if there were any more repairs needed.

Just as they were leading the horses out of the stable, a police cruiser was coming slowly down the drive and stopped near the grouping of houses.

“This can’t be good.”

Kristoff sighed.  “Nope.”

The car parked and Frankie got out and waved to the men.  They led their horses over to talk. 

“You boys know anything about a Bill Johnson?” Frankie asked as they approached.

Sven said, “Yeah.  We hired him to work on the ranch, he assaulted a member or our staff, and he was fired.”

“And delivered a little frontier justice on this staff members behalf?”  Frankie raised an eyebrow. 

“You’re fuckin’ right I did,” Kristoff spoke up. 

“Ah.”  It was clear to the both of them that Frankie had deduced who’d been assaulted.  “How serious of an assault are we talking?”

Kristoff shrugged, still mad as all hell about it even though he knew Anna wanted to move on.  “According to her, he got a little more than what he deserved.”

“And according to you?”

Kristoff’s jaw clenched tight, and he spoke through gritted teeth.  “Not nearly enough.”

The mustached cop appraised him for a moment.  “Well, that’ll certainly make my job easier.”

“And that would be?” Sven inquired.

“Well, Bill was picked up on a drunk and disorderly from the saloon last night.  Apparently, after you boys ‘fired him’, he tied more than one on and got a little argumentative when they tried to cut him off.  When the black and whites showed up, he said he was a hapless victim and wanted to press charges to some big blond guy on Big Sky Ranch who beat the shit out of him for no reason.”

“And you believed him?” Kristoff was incredulous.

Frankie gave him a pointed look.  “I am an officer of the law, Kristoff.  There is a code of conduct, no matter what I think.  You ever hear of innocent until proven guilty?”

He frowned.  “Point taken.”

“Regardless of the situation of why you handed his ass to him, it’s my duty to follow the lead.  Even if I didn’t know you boys would have a good explanation, I would never have let him press those charges.”  He winked.  “Paperwork and all.”

“Well, we appreciate your due diligence, Frankie.  The taxpayer dollars are well at work.”

The cop gave them a big smile.  “Fuck you, Sven.”  He tipped the imaginary cowboy hat he was wearing.  “Take care, boys.”

The cop got into the cruiser and pulled back onto the road and left.  Kristoff and Sven stood there watching him leave.

“Man, I’m glad it’s Friday.  I’m looking forward to going to the saloon tonight.”

Kristoff smiled halfheartedly.  He was still upset about everything.  “Anna is too.  She can’t wait to line dance.”

Sven turned to him and gave him a very emotional look.  “Is she really okay?  I mean, she kept insistin’ she was fine, but it bothered me all night.”

It had bothered him too, despite the talk that they had.  They’d gone to bed not long after, taking a night off of passion to catch up on some sleep.  Then when Anna woke him up in an amorous way in the morning and crawled over him, he saw a faint grouping of narrow bruises on her breast from the fingertips of that piece of shit that had grabbed her.  It was the first time in his life that he was unable to finish after getting started.  After Anna reached her release, he separated them and hit a cold shower because he was burning up with rage.

She was upset when he got out.  He knew she would be.  Instead of fighting about it, he pulled her into a hug and apologized.  Then he promised he was going to let it go.  It was just that seeing the bruises had thrown him for a loop.  He hadn’t realized she’d been groped that hard and he couldn’t imagine how much it would have hurt her.  After he explained his feelings and his reaction, Anna was very understanding.  She’d kissed him and thanked him for giving that guy a good beat down on her behalf.

“She’s okay,” Kristoff answered.  “I’m way more pissed about it than she is.  She says my protectiveness is intense.”

Sven slapped his hand onto Kristoff’s shoulder.   “Brother, it is.  And it saved my ass countless times when we were kids.  Frankie’s too.  He does a good job rememberin’ that.”

“Hmmm.  Well, like Anna said, at least we don’t gotta worry about Boone and his boys showin’ up tonight.  Should be good to have fun without ending it early in the parking lot.”

Sven grinned at him.  “Amen, brother.  Amen.”

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He watched Anna get dressed as he lay naked on the bed.  The boys were pregaming before the saloon but he needed her too badly to join them.  It had started to bother him throughout the day that he’d disappointed her.  Twice.  That was something he needed to set right.  And set right he did.  She had come undone three times before he joined her.

“You just going to watch me the entire time?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as she pulled on her jeans.

“Yup.”

She turned and faced him as she did up the fly and button on the jeans.  She was still shirtless, standing there in her bra.  Absolutely gorgeous.  His cock twitched with want.

“Don’t get any idea’s, mister.”  She pointed a finger at him, smiling.  “I want to let loose tonight.”

“And let loose you shall,” he said slowly, finally sitting up to get himself ready. 

Anna walked over to him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.  She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to give him a soft kiss.  “I adore you.”

He smiled.  “I adore you, too.”

She planted another beautiful kiss on his forehead then went to finish getting ready.  Kristoff went to his closet and pulled out some clothes and dressed quickly.  Everything he had was so similar, it didn’t take any effort to get dressed.  He slipped his belt through his pants and did the buckle.  It was old and worn out and very sentimental to him.   He’d worn it every day since Sven gifted it to him on his eighteenth birthday.

Going into the kitchen, he picked his cowboy hat off the hook he had set into a support post that resided behind his couch, and set it on his head.  Then he grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to the kitchen table to wait.

Anna had been excited when he rode up to the houses after his day, telling him all about how Mr. Weadick was impressed with the steak dinner she’d made him.  He was happy for her and reminded himself again that he was going to have a good time and forget about his rage over what happened.

It had been bothering him about where this Bill Johnson ended up, so he called Frankie just before he was going to quit for the day.  Apparently, he was fined with a drunk and disorderly change and sent on his way.  Frankie had personally made sure he got onto a Greyhound and followed that bus all the way into the next county to make sure he didn’t get off.  And he assured Kristoff all the cops had their eyes open if he did decide to come back, even after he was strongly encouraged by Frankie himself not to. 

Sven was right; Frankie did do good in remembering the protection Kristoff had blanketed over all his friends when they were growing up.  Hearing about what he did to make sure Bill wasn’t going to come back lifted a lot of the weight off his shoulders.

Anna came out a short time later, a vision in what she had told him was a ‘cowboy outfit’.  The only thing she was missing was a proper belt buckle, like he wore.  Since her birthday was coming up, he aimed to get her one.  Not that the large embellished buckled belt she had on didn’t look good on her, he just wanted to get her something special.

Kristoff happily held out his arm to escort Anna to his truck.  Coop was still going to drive them all in the dually, and Kristoff and Anna had accepted Sven’s invitation to crash in his spare room for the late night they were likely to have.

He used the country roads to skirt Weadick’s pastures and pulled into the main drive that split to the ranch houses.  The boys were standing there with a beer in hand, laughing and shooting the shit.  Jett was joining them, which was good because the young guy was proving to be a valuable hand and everyone wanted to get to know him better. 

The guys polished off their beers and everyone piled into the truck.  With Coop in the driver’s seat and Buck riding shotgun, Anna had to sit on Kristoff’s lap again.  Neither of them was upset about it, and they started at each other like love-sick morons the entire ride there.

Being a Friday night, the Saloon was rightfully busy, and the only tables left were standing ones.  Sven led them to the far corner of the bar away from the Jukebox like he normally did so that they could all hear each other better. 

Drinks flowed, shots were had, laughter was constant, and everyone had a spectacular time.  Then the moment that Anna had been waiting for finally happened.  As soon as the song started, the bar went to the dance floor.  Anna lined up right beside Kristoff and have him the most brilliant smile he’d ever seen.  Then they danced.

She flubbed up the first go around, forgetting the sequence of steps, which only made Kristoff love her even more.  Then she fell in expert rhythm with him and everyone else like she’d been doing it her whole life.  He expected to enjoy watching her dance, but he was a little unprepared for how much it seemed to arouse him.  She looked so damn sexy!  If he knew of a place they could steal away and have a tryst, he would be tempted to do it.  Except the bar was surrounded by grasslands and he wasn’t about to take her to the bathroom or the truck that Weadick paid for.  When the dance was done, he settled on pulling her into a passionate kiss that was more PDA than he’d ever engaged in.

The rest of the night was a blast, and when Coop drove them all home, they drunkenly sung at the top of their lungs to the old country song on the radio.  Even Anna knew most of the words, furthering his deep feelings for her.

They all had a rare day off on Saturday, so beers were pulled from the fridge, and they drank into the wee hours of the morning.  At three, people started dropping like flies, until it was just Anna, Kristoff and Sven sitting around his kitchen table.

Sven had just finished telling them a story Dixie had recalled to him on the phone the night before.  He turned to Anna.  “I can’t wait for you to meet her.  She is going to love you!”

“You think so?” Anna asked.  Her cheeks were red, her eyes shiny, and she was pretty drunk.  They all were.

“Absolutely!  I already told her about you.  She is so excited.”

“I can’t wait to meet her too!” Anna exclaimed, moving her hand in a gesture that knocked over her bottle of beer.

All three of them watched the little bit left pour onto the table.

“Bedtime,” Sven announced.  “I’m seeing double here.”

“Me too,” Kristoff and Anna said in union, and they grinned at each other.

They all took turned giving each other a hug goodnight and Kristoff took Anna into the spare room.  They stripped to underwear and crawled into the bed, saying ‘I love you’ and wishing each other a good sleep.  A moment later they were both snoring into their pillows.

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Kristoff woke up first.  He had to piss like a racehorse and got out of bed, stumbling bleary eyed in the sun lit house to the bathroom.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up so long after sunrise.  He relieved himself with a groan.  He felt like shit.  His head hurt.

After washing his hands, he went back to the room and crawled back into the bed beside the warm body he couldn’t wait to hold.  He settled, pulling her against him while she sleepily mumbled at him something that sounded a lot like ‘knock it off’.  He didn’t care, he just needed to have her beside him.  She fell back asleep in an instant, pressed against him, while he remained awake thinking about life.

It worried him sometimes, that Sven might someday move away with Dixie.  She was really accomplished in the rodeo circuit, and like Sven had mentioned, she could live anywhere she wanted, even if she had grown up in their town.  The thought of not seeing his brother on a daily basis was one that made him a little sad.  The only solace was that he had Anna now, and she would fill that loneliness with her amazing and supporting love.

Then he thought about things that bothered him and ended up having to force himself to push them from his mind.  It was hard for him to do that sometimes.  The dark thoughts liked to build, and he had to remind himself that there was way, way worse things in life than any issue he was currently facing.  Him and Sven had gotten into an argument about it once, that perhaps it was a touch of depression that made him feel that way, because as much as he tried to practice positive thinking, sometimes it was too damn hard.  His brother, the insufferable optimist, just didn’t deal with what Kristoff did sometimes.

He dozed off and on for a bit before he heard Sven moving about the kitchen and decided to join him.  He gently rolled Anna off his arm and got up to put his jeans and shirt on, then quietly shut the door behind him. 

“Hey brother,” he said, walking up to where Sven was digging around in the fridge.

“I feel like shit,” Sven answered, and straightened with a jug of milk in his hand.

Kristoff chuckled.  “Me too.  Where you keepin’ your Advil these days?”

Sven pointed jerked his thumb over his shoulder as he stood at the counter, pouring milk into a glass.  “Bedside table.  I’m sore almost every night lately.  Getting older his bullshit.”

“It sure is.”  Kristoff went into the bedroom and grabbed the bottle.  Back in the kitchen, he shook two pills into his hand and two into Sven’s outstretched palm.  He was handed a glass of milk and they downed the pills.

As much as Kristoff didn’t particularly like drinking milk by itself, it helped with the nauseous feeling that came with taking a painkiller on an empty stomach.

“I was gonna go back to bed and wallow in my own self-pity, but since you’re up we can wallow together.”

He chuckled and they both sat at the kitchen table.  “What are we doing for breakfast?”

“Diner.  Me need greasy food.”

Kristoff looked at the wall clock in Sven’s kitchen, a little surprised how late they’d all slept in.  “The Royal Duke opens in a half hour.”

Sven snapped his finger and pointed at Kristoff.  “Greasy Pub food!  Better idea.  You’re driving.”

“You gonna chase your meal with a Bloody Mary like you normally do?”  His brother made a motion like he was going to be sick and Kristoff laughed.  “Coffee it is then.”

“Morning!” came a cheery voice from behind them.

“Mornin’ Anna.  How’d you sleep?” Sven asked.

“Not too bad, actually.”

Kristoff stood up and turned to give her a kiss before she wandered in the direction of the bathroom.  He sat back down with a happy sigh. 

“I like seeing you like this.”

Kristoff smiled.  He liked feeling like this.  It was everything he had ever wanted.  “She’s the one, Sven.  There’s no question.”

Sven’s smile was as brilliant as it was emotional.  “Fuckin’ A, Brother.  Fuckin’ A.”

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The President’s Son - Bob

Pairing: Bob / Fem!OC

Word Count: 1.6k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only!

Warnings: Bodyguard AU; Sassy Bob; Threats of Violence; Referenced Past OC Death; Excess Sarcasm; Tension

Summary: Threats are made against Bob’s life. Venus is not looking forward to being a babysitter.

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Being part of the First Family of the United States was not all that it was cracked up to be.

Constantly being watched and monitored and told what to wear, what to say, how to smile and wave was not what any kid wanted to deal with. And Bob might have been twenty-eight now, but he had been in the public eye practically his whole life, ever since his dad won a seat in the House of Representatives when he was eight years old.

And ever since then, Bob’s entire life revolved around his dad’s career.

Bob loved his dad, he really did. But there were some times when he just wanted to be able to go outside and be a normal human adult. There were times when he just needed his dad, not Rep. Floyd, or Senator Floyd, or President Floyd. Just regular old Bill Floyd. Husband, father of three, and a huge baseball fan. Bob needed that guy a lot of times over the last few years.

And Bob didn’t want the news sites—though Bob didn’t think that they qualified as “news” based on what they reported—talking about his glasses or his choice in tee shirts or God forbid that he, a legal adult, drink a beer while at a beach with his friends.

They stalked him when he was already pissed off with his day. They stalked him when he was grieving over his mom. They took photos of him as he consoled his sisters as their mother’s funeral. They tried to get him to talk about it a week after the fact.

He was sick of it. He was sick of the microscope. He was sick of all of it.

And a death threat—an actually credible death threat—really pushed him over the edge with it.

“Why the hell are they targeting me?” Bob demanded from his dad, getting up from his seat.

It was late at night in Washington DC and he had been picked up by the Secret Service from his private apartment and dragged over to the White House just an hour ago. They brought him straight to the Oval Office where his father—the President—and his father’s Chief of Staff were already waiting for him, both looking grim.

“It’s not like I have any political weight. I’ve announced publicly a thousand times that I don’t want anything to do with politics. So, why are they targeting me?”

“Hey, hey,” President Bill Floyd assured his son, walking over to him and grabbing his shoulders. “You’re going to be okay, Bobby. We’re taking this very seriously and we’re taking every precaution imaginable to make sure that you’re always safe.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Bob replied, trying to keep the tension out of his voice. “What the hell do they want with me? And I mean, are they going to go after Suzie too? Or Anna? I mean, should Grandma get into a bunker?”

“No, but everyone in our family will be seeing an increase in security,” Bill Floyd explained, somehow managing to remain calm. “And besides, Suzie and Anna still live here where they’re safe and where they’ll be looked after.”

“So, I’m just the unlucky bastard who got picked out?” Bob huffed, more than annoyed now.

“More than likely,” Tom Kazansky, the Chief of Staff, spoke up from his spot on the couch, “it’s about exposing weaknesses in your father’s administration and the security of the US government. You’re simply the easiest target on the list.”  

“Oh, gee, thanks, Tom, that makes me feel so much better,” Bob snapped sarcastically.

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Bill sighed, mediating between them. “It’s just that you don’t live here and your security isn’t as tight as everyone else’s. But that’s going to change right now.”

“How? You’re going to install cameras outside my door?”

“We’re sending you to a safe house,” Tom stated, causing Bob to whip around to face him.

“What?” he demanded, nearly hissing. Turning back to his dad, Bob’s brows furrowed. “I can’t leave DC. I have a life! I have friends! I have my degree and—”

“—All of which can take a brief pause until we’re sure that you’re safe,” Bill Floyd cut in, causing Bob’s jaw to clench shut with clear frustration.

“So that’s it then? I don’t have a choice?”

“Not if you want to live,” Tom continued, causing both Floyd men to shoot him near identical glares. “What I mean to say was that until we have identified and captured this threat, you will not be safe in your normal life. All you have to do is follow our steps and you’ll be safe, Bob.”

“And what steps are those exactly? Locking me up in some bunker?”

“A house,” Tom corrected, walking over to Bob.

“Where?”

“Montana.”

“Montana? What the fuck is in Montana?”

“The safe house,” Tom filled in, causing Bob to roll his eyes. “You and your bodyguard will remain in the safehouse until we catch the perpetrators. There may be certain events that you will need to show up for to give the American people some more confidence regarding the situation, but those will be thoroughly investigated and require my own personal approval."

"My bodyguard?” Bob repeated, clearly frowning. “I have a bodyguard?”

“A personal bodyguard. She’s an FBI agent hand picked by me and the Director.”

“Well, do you have a copy of her resume on hand? I might want to look through it,” Bob replied sarcastically, setting his hands on his hips.

“We’ve already sent Secret Service back to your apartment to pack your bags. You’ll need to hand over any devices that can be used to track you,” Tom continued, holding out his hand to Bob. When Bob glared defiantly back at him, Tom added, “Unless you want to compromise the safe house.” Begrudgingly Bob handed over his phone, which Tom stowed in his pocket for now. “Alright, you should be all set for your departure.”

“Which is when?”

“Tomorrow morning. 3:55 a.m., if you want to be specific.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up,” Bob muttered, glancing down at his watch. “Nearly a whole four hours.”

“Bobby,” Bill sighed, causing Bob to turn to his dad.

“What, Dad?”

“Everything is going to be fine. The operative assigned to you is one of the best of the best. And I’m sure that you’ll really get along with her.”

“Who is she anyways?” Bob asked, glancing between his dad and Tom.  

~~~~~

Venus did not work this hard to make it this far her career to become a babysitter.

She did not study all of those hours, train for all of those hours, pass every single test with flying colors and still crave for more, to end up as some over glorified babysitter to the First Son of America, as the stupid tabloids always called him, while the other agents in her squad got to arrest the dumbass with the gun who was threatening him.

“Why the hell am I up for the babysitter position?” she complained to Maverick as they walked quickly through the halls of headquarters. Maverick sighed and subtly increased his pace, but she kept up with him, fueled purely on spite. “Why can’t Seresin or Machado take it?”

“You blend in better than they do,” Maverick explained to her, leading the way down the stairs.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Venus stated bluntly, causing Maverick to sigh.

“It’s also because if it comes down to it, we can just play the girlfriend storyline and it will slip right under the radar,” Maverick stated, taking the stairs two at a time. Venus was right behind him. “And that’s only if he needs to make a public appearance.”

“So, not only am I his babysitter, but I’m his fake girlfriend too?” Venus complained, throwing her arms up in the air. “Anything else?”

“No, that should cover it.”

Maverick pulled out a thick file from his bag and handed it over to Venus, who took it quickly. She flipped the folder open and read through the front page as Maverick turned back to her. He tapped the top of the pile, causing Venus to shoot him a glare.

“These are your orders. Everything that you need to know to complete your mission. Including your alias and backstory that we’ve already put in place for you. You have the next,” Maverick paused to glance at his watch, “. . . two hours to memorize it, which is when the two of you head out to Montana.”

“Why Montana?” Venus asked, closing the folder.

“Because no one goes to fucking Montana,” Maverick stated bluntly as a black armored SUV pulled up in front of them. “And that’s the chosen safe house.”

“So, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with the president’s son posing as his fake girlfriend, but really acting as his babysitter? That’s my assignment?”

“Have fun,” Maverick replied, slipping into the car. “And play nice.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Venus muttered, sarcastically saluting him in return.

Watching Maverick drive off, most likely to the White House to brief the President’s son on this shitshow, Venus frowned and kicked the sidewalk with her shoe. She didn’t work this goddamn hard to end up as some babysitter to some rich kid who probably never had to work for anything in his life. The First Son of the US. The Golden Boy or whatever they called him.

Great. It was all just great.

[chellerbelles]

Rogue & Gambit Fanworks Week 2024

Day 4: Rogue and Gambit are physically separated & Fantasy AU

I think that the prompt "Rogue and Gambit are physically separated" is a really interesting one, because there are so many way of interpreting "physically separated". Is it by choice? Happenstance? An enemy attack?

Could they be locked in cells? Could they simply doing different things in different places? Maybe one is dead.

There's lots of Rogues and Gambits in my story who have "black armbands" signifying that their original soulmate is either dead, or was never born.

However, the scene I share below is one that coincidentally combines both of todays prompt.

Faerie Rogue and Faerie Gambit flew together though the Enchanted Forest Deck, busy waving good bye to all their new friends. Their white armband were very close to being entirely gold.

The unicorn and centaur herds only had a few left. Most of the nymphs, satyrs, elves, gnomes, and dragonkin had gone to their new universes. Almost all of the leprechauns and other spirits of mischief were still here, mostly because they were having too much fun playing pranks to focus on bonding.

“Such a pretty forest,” Faerie Rogue said, stopping to admire the view of a short waterfall pouring into a small lake. Everything was so green and vibrant.

“Yes, but, lifeless,” Faerie Gambit replied softly. “No animals or insects. Even the plants aren’t right. It’s like living in a painting.”

Faerie Rogue nodded. “Yeah. Sad.”

They hovers in the air for a time, just admiring the view. Then Faerie Gambit frowned.

“Do you hear that?” he asked.

“Hear what?” asked Faerie Rogue.

“Someone crying?”

They both listened hard, then Faerie Rogue gave her boyfriend a nod. The two began flying in what they thought was the direction of the crying noise. They flittered here and there, trying to locate the source.

Faerie Gambit eventually spotted a hollow in a tree. He poked his head inside and saw a Rogue of about 13 years old, wearing a tie-dyed hooded pixie dress. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, and her face pressed into her knees. He waved Faerie Rogue over, and the two flew inside. Sparkles of light followed in the wake of their fluttering wings.

“Hi there,” Faerie Gambit said.

“Are you okay?” Faerie Rogue asked.

The girl lifted her head, and wiped her face. “Ye-eah, I’m fine.”

“So those are happy tears then?” Faerie Rogue asked, and glanced at the name on her white armband, “Rainbow? Hey, that was my original name too.”

“It was?” Rainbow asked in surprise. “I met a lot more Annas and Maries and Anna Maries than I did Rainbows.”

“Me too,” Faerie Rogue replied. “But it’s a very common faerie name, so it’s probably the equivalent of Anna Marie where I’m from.”

Rainbow managed a laugh. Faerie Rogue patted her cheek.

“So, happy tears then?” Faerie Rogue gently pressed.

Rainbow sighed. “I guess. In a way. I don’t know.”

Faerie Gambit flew down onto one of her knees. “Why don’t you tell us all about it?”

Rainbow looked at him anxiously.

“It’s okay. We won’t bite,” Faerie Rogue said with a giggle as she flew over to the other knee.

Rainbow took a deep breath. “It’s all my fault.”

“What is?”

“This. All of it. It’s my fault the soulmate bond got cut and all our universes were destroyed,” Rainbow said, and the next words flooded out of her like she’d been holding them in. “These people kept trying to get me, and we worked out it was because they were following the soulmate bond to find me, so Mystique said we should cut it so they couldn’t find me, and it seemed like a good idea at the time, but then… Then…” She started crying again.

Faerie Rogue and Faerie Gambit looked at each other.

“Aww petite, don’t cry. It’s not like you knew the universes would be destroyed,” Faerie Gambit said. “Or did you?”

Rainbow shook her head violently. “No! I didn’t! I had no idea or I never would’ve agreed!”

“Okay, good. That’s what I thought you’d say,” Faerie Gambit said with a nod. “You didn’t know, and you would’ve done things different if you had. Now you know, and you know better for the future. Sometimes we make the wrong decision thinking we’re making the right decision.”

“Making the wrong decision doesn’t usually end the universe,” Rainbow replied with a sniff.

“That’s true,” Faerie Gambit replied with a grin. “And when you get to your new universe, next time you made a wrong decision, it won’t seem so bad.”

“Making mistakes is part of life,” Faerie Rogue added. “You’ve now made the worst wrong decision you could ever make. Honestly, I’m kinda jealous that you got it out of the way so young.”

“It’s going to make the rest of your life so much easier.” Faerie Gambit nodded emphatically.

Rainbow choked out a sound that was half laugh, half sob.

“Maybe you’re right,” she said, still sounding choked up.

“Maybe we are,” Faerie Rogue said.

“Or maybe we’re not and we don’t realise we’ve made another mistake,” Faerie Gambit joked.

“Remy,” Faerie Rogue scolded him.

He grinned winningly back at her. Rainbow made another noise that was more laugh than sob this time.

“So,” Faerie Rogue said, patting Rainbow’s knee. “Have you met your soulmate yet?” She’d noticed Rainbow’s armband was completely white without a shred of gold in it.

Rainbow shook her head.

“Are you afraid of what he’s going to think?” Faerie Gambit asked gently.

Rainbow nodded. “He’s going to know. There were all these Rogues being pulled into my universe while Mystique was trying to cut it.”

“How come they didn’t stop her?” Faerie Rogue asked with a frown.

“When the first attempt didn’t work, Mystique left to get help, tools,” Rainbow explained. “We had to track her down.”

“That makes sense.” Faerie Rogue nodded. “Well, I know it’s scary, but you’re going to have to meet him eventually. People are leaving for their recreated or new universes. Decks are starting to close as they’re being emptied.”

“It’s going to be pretty easy for your soulmate to find you before long,” Faerie Gambit added sagely. “May as well face it on your, uh, legs, and not curled up in a little ball.”

“Not that you don’t make a cute little ball,” Faerie Rogue added cheerfully. “Be brave young human.”

“We have faith in you,” Faerie Gambit added.

The last strand of their armbands turned gold, and Faerie Rogue and Faerie Gambit vanished in gold light.

[novella-writers]

Hey everyone! I'm Ash, female, 28. I'm looking for a couple of fandom rp's and am certainly okay with au's and canon divergent. I am looking for purely novella writers (at least the discord limit 2x and I request a writing sample, I'll send mine as well.) I am looking only for the ships provided and do not double. All writers and characters willbe 18+.

Operation Lioness:

Cruz x Alliyah

F!OC x F!OC of our own in the scenario Cruz and Alliyah had.

Dead By Daylight:

Anna the Huntress x F!OC

Anna the Huntress x Sally Smithson (The Nurse)

Anna the Huntress x Sable Ward

Anna the Huntress x Meg Thomas

Honestly any Huntress x F!Character.

The Trapper x Meg Thomas

The Trapper x Sable Ward

Resident Evil:

Lady Dimitrescu x F!OC

Any Dimitrescu Daughter x F!OC

Sheva Alomar x F!OC

Sheva Alomar x Jill Valentine

Avatar The Last Airbender

Princess Azula x F!OC

Princess Azula x Katara

Princess Azula x Suki

Princess Azula x Yue

Like if interested!

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First Meeting

First part of an imagined life with Charles Leclerc. MC is a female and refers to She/Her pronouns. Also has her own name, because I am planning on this series on being long and prolific. Not the best but the start of something great.

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Being drunk in a club making out with a stranger was exactly how I saw myself this summer. Grace and I wanted a vacation unlike any that we have ever had before. Most people we know wanted to stay in the states and go to LA or NYC. We wanted to be different. We wanted a picturesque vacation in the French Riviera with a rich nightlife. We stumbled upon Monaco. We had found the cheapest hotel, bought our plane tickets, and set our eyes high. 

On our first night in this country we dressed in our best clothes and got ready to go to a club. We found one online and ubered there.When we entered the club it was around 12:00 at night. We beelined our way to the bar and ordered some of the cheapest drinks.

 “The drinks are so expensive here,” I whispered. She laughs and nods her head in agreement. 

“That’s because we’re in Monaco, Anna.” 

I shove her playfully. We finish our drinks at the bar and request one more. After we finish the round we head out to the dance floor. At first we dance with each other until two guys approach us.  “Bonjour,” they say. Both are tall, one is taller than the other. Brown haired, green eyed, distinctively French. “Bonjour,” we say back.

“Vous parlez Français?” One asks, the hotter one. Grace looks over at me confused. I smile at her and then turn toward our new friends.

“Je parle un peu,” I say. Pointing to Grace I say, “Elle ne parle pas Français.” 

“Oh okay,” the other says. 

“Let’s dance,” Grace says. With all of us in agreement I break towards the guy I found attractive. He breaks towards me as well. Over the course of the night dancing turned into grinding which turned into making out. 

With this guy the whole world faded away. The music only spurs us on. My fingers are in his hair, his are on my ass gently digging into it. The moment is euphoric, almost too euphoric for this world. I move my hands to his hips pulling him close. He moves his hands to my hair pulling my head up closer to his. Someone bumps into us and we break apart with a laugh. We go back to making out. I can’t help but to thank my previous boyfriends for the previous experience. 

Breaking us out of our moment, someone taps on my shoulder. I pull away from the hottest man I have ever seen with a small smile on my face.The man’s hands fall from my hair to my hips. I turn to look at who tapped me. It’s Grace, her face is flushed and her lips swollen. Grace shouts, “Anna we need to go back, it's 2 am.” He gently squeezes my hips. I look back up to him. He smiles back at me. 

“Ok, give me a second,” I shout back at her. Turning back to the stranger, I lean in closer. I breathlessly say, “I haven’t gotten your name.” His hands caress my back. He kisses me again. 

“Charles,” he says, “my name is Charles.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” I say as I go and kiss him. Charles kisses me back and pulls me in closer. 

“What’s your name, ma belle,” Charles asks.

“Anna,” I whisper. 

“Anna?”

 “Oui?” 

“I want to see you again.” 

“I do too,” I say. Reaching into my handbag, i grab my phone. I open up my contacts and pass my phone to Charles. He puts his number into my phone as cha. With one last kiss I say, “Au revoir,” and make my way through the club holding Grace’s hand. As we stumble our way back to our hotel laughing and talking about our night one thing has been made clear; this will be the best summer of our lives. As we take turns showering I text cha.

After I plug my phone in and hop in the shower. My thoughts are laced with Charles and what could or could not be. I go to sleep with a smile for my day to come.

[marblemoonstones]

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter five

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pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, use of the word ‘damn’ (lol don’t know if that counts as a curse word, but i’ll still put it as a warning)

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Now that Hoseok and I aren’t completely enemies, I notice that the boys are happier. I know they’re happy that we’re getting along, and I’ll admit that I’m also happier. I no longer feel super awkward around Hoseok, and he then tells me to call him ‘Hobi.’ A giant step, if I do say so myself. 

The school year drags goes on, and I throw myself deep into piles of homework and semi-late nights. If I’m not doing homework, I lie on my bed and binge k-dramas, usually falling asleep while watching. 

It’s another normal Wednesday, and I’m walking to class when I hear a voice call out behind me, “Y/n! Wait up!”

I turn and see Jungkook and…Taehyung? What’s he doing here? I thought that he had a shoot today. He is going to showcase his new line of clothes, which he calls ‘Reflection.’ I saw a couple of his sketches and they were gorgeous formal gowns.

I turn around.

“What’s up…Tae why are you here? I thought that you had a shoot today.” 

“That’s…why…I’m…here…” Tae pants, tired from running. 

“What TaeTae here is trying to say is that yes, there is a shoot today, and yes, we need you to model in it! Our model is sick, so our first thought was you!” 

I’m shocked. Me? A model? I may not hate my appearance, but I’m still human and am insecure about being in front of a camera. 

“Me? No way. You’re funny. I can’t model!” 

“Why not? You’re gorgeous and perfect for the role.” Taehyung says, not panting anymore.

My cheeks flame, and I say quietly, “Girls with glasses can’t be models.” 

I’ve seen many different models on ads and online, and while there is diversity and inclusion, I almost never see models with glasses. (author here-I agree with this and think that there should be more models with glasses. the only celeb that I can think of is actress anna cathcart. love her so much!!) I love my glasses, but sometimes I feel like there are so many stereotypes around people with glasses. I don’t feel comfortable with contacts, so I’ve embraced the beauty of wearing glasses.

After I say this, both boys frown at my answer.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks me. 

“You know…there aren’t many models with glasses. I’m definitely not fit for this role. You should try to find someone else, like Hwasa.”

“But we want you, y/n. That’s why we’re here. Please won’t you come? If you absolutely don’t feel comfortable, no pressure. But we could use you.” 

I hate making quick decisions, as I like to plan out the outcomes of each choice and then decide. I guess today’s a day for being spontaneous because I cave after seeing Jungkook and Taehyung’s puppy eyes.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

They cheer. 

“Yes! C’mon, let’s go!” They start walking to the car.

I follow behind them, my class forgotten. Oh well. Today was only a review day, and I can do it online later so it’ll be fine. 

My brain starts racing, the thought of not being good enough crossing it often. I’ve never even modeled before! I have no clue what I’m doing. 

I sit in the backseat, trying to calm my nerves. Eventually we reach a grand looking building with gorgeous pillars. 

“Wow…it’s beautiful,” I marvel, staring at the vintage yet ornate detailing.

“Yeah it is…now we’ve got to go! We’re already behind schedule,” Taehyung urges. 

Us three rush inside, where there’s a grand staircase and a ballroom to the right. Both are filled with people rushing around. Stylists, hair and makeup people, producers, etc. Taehyung is talking to a woman who looks professional and serious with a headset. She nods, and then gestures for me to follow her.

“Go with Sasha! She’s my assistant and she’ll take you to hair and makeup!” 

I rush after Sasha, trying to keep up with her long strides. There’s a hair and makeup crew set up in a smaller room off into the corner. 

Sasha pops her head in and says, “Here’s the new model. Same look as planned and make it quick.” She then spins on her heel and walks away.

The stylists put me in a chair and have me take my glasses off. There are expensive makeup palettes and high-end hair products everywhere. They make quick work of me, and I try to stay as still as possible. My hair is being curled and put up in a half-up style. 

Finally, they tell me to put my glasses back on. I do, and am stunned by how I look. Deep red eyeshadow with a hint of gold sparkle and matching lip make me look sophisticated and my glasses showcase the eye makeup. My hair is bouncy from the curls and they put it into a simple half-up style with a small gold clip and pieces of my hair framing my face. I have never felt more beautiful. 

“Wow, thank you. You all did such an amazing job!” I repeat over and over to them. 

They all smile sheepishly and wave it off, saying “It’s our job!” 

Sasha comes back, and nods her approval, then rushes me off to wardrobe. The wardrobe woman put me in a stunning wine-colored dress that’s off the shoulder and has drapes of fabric around my shoulders. The waist has subtle gold detailing, and the skirt is full and loose around my gold heels (think ballgown). Gloves that match hit me slightly above the elbow, and I feel like a princess. I cannot believe that Taehyung designed this. 

Sasha comes yet again, but this time we’re going to start the shoot. As she leads me out to the grand staircase, I see Tae with a worried look on his face. But, as soon as he sees me, it melts into an awestruck smile. 

“Y/n…you look absolutely perfect. That dress was made for you!” 

“I can’t believe you designed this Tae, it’s so beautiful,” I say, smoothing my skirt down, looking at the glamorous design.

“It’s not the design but the person wearing it,” Taehyung says, still looking at me. 

“Hate to break this up, but we need to get started. Let’s get some solo shots before we include Jungkook,” Sasha interrupts. 

Jungkook? What’s he doing? Is he a model too? 

“Okay, y/n, go up to the staircase and place your hand on it and gaze out into the distance,” Taehyung orders, switching to full on director mode.

I do as he says, and try not to feel awkward as there are so many people watching and making adjustments to the hot lights and my dress. 

“Perfect…” says the photographer, taking many photos. 

“Great, now walk slowly down with your hand still on the railing and look slightly above my head with that same gaze.”

I try to do as Tae says, but he shakes his head at me. “You’re too stiff, loosen up a bit. Go up and try again.” 

I do, trying not to feel like he’s disappointed in me. After multiple tries, me getting frustrated every time we have to start over, we finally get the shots that Taehyung wants.

After what seems like forever, we move on to the next style. I change into a black ballgown with capped sleeves and more long elbow length gloves and real diamonds on the skirt. My makeup is changed to a subtle smoky eye and bright red lip. Hair now upswept in a chignon, a detailed diamond headpiece rests heavily on my head. I feel like a Hollywood starlet.

“Okay! After Jungkook’s ready, we’ll start.” 

I learned that Jungkook is going to be a model with me, as we’re going to do ‘romantic partner shots,’ which is what Sasha calls it. 

I wait impatiently, the black heels hurting my feet and my head heavy with diamonds. It’s also late afternoon now, and I just want to change and go eat. 

Jungkook finally shows, dressed in a classic tuxedo. I’ll admit, he looks like a fairytale prince. 

“Let’s go over the windows and get some shots with the sun streaming in,” Taehyung instructs. 

He then positions us in a class ‘romantic looking into each other’s eyes’ pose, with Kook’s left arm around my waist and my left hand holding the dress out slightly. 

I gulp as I stare into Jungkook’s big doe eyes. He’s so damn handsome, and I don’t feel that I deserve to be next to him. 

He winks at me, and I swear I turn into a tomato. But, we have to continue holding our gaze until finally, Taehyung says we can move on. 

The next pose is where Jungkook dips me. I’ll admit, this one is really fun to do. We have to do it may times, and each time I find myself falling harder into Jungkook’s eyes. 

Taehyung says that he has one more idea and turns on instrumental music. 

“Okay, for this last one I want you guys to waltz to the music. This will create more candid shots, so let’s start!” 

Great. There’s only one problem with that.

“Jungkook,” I hiss under my breath, “I have no clue how to waltz.” 

“I thought you were a dancer?” He asks me in a whisper. 

“I do contemporary dance! Not ballroom dancing.” I laugh nervously, wondering how we’re going to pull this off.

“Just follow my lead,” Jungkook says, starting to step with me slowly. 

I do as he says, and after stepping on his toes a couple times we fall into a rhythm. Soon the music fades away and all I can focus on is Jungkook. His handsome features, kind nature, soft smile…oh no. I like Jungkook. 

And then I stumble.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Jungkook asks me worriedly, and I just nod, too dazed with my feelings to respond in words.

“Are you sure?” Tae asks me as well, concerned look on his face. 

“I’m fine guys, really,” I assure them. 

“Okay, well we got all the shots that we needed, so you’re both free to leave! I have to stay here for a while, though,” Taehyung says, still in director mode. 

“Don’t be so serious Tae! But you’d better come home before midnight because otherwise Joon-hyung will be mad at you,” Jungkook says, going to kiss Taheyung’s cheek. 

“Okay okay Kook. I’ll probably be back by seven tonight, so don’t worry,” Taehyung laughs, going back to the person I know. 

“Good. I love you,” Jungkook says, rubbing his nose against Tae’s. 

“Love you too my little bunny,” Taehyung teases.

“Hey! I told you not to call me that!” 

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Jungkook and I change and I take off the heavy makeup, then we head home. I run my fingers through my hair, happy to have it loose and free again instead. 

But as I get into the passenger seat, I can feel myself getting irritated with my feelings. God y/n, why do you like someone who’s taken? How do you get yourself into these situations? 

“Hey y/n, you ok?” Jungkook’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. 

“Oh! Yeah I’m fine, I’m just tired from the shoot,” I say, only half-lying. 

“Yeah, the first couple shoots are pretty exhausting, but you did great for someone who’s never modeled before!” Jungkook praises.

I feel myself blush again. Why do I always blush at the most simple compliments? Oh wait, it’s because I like Jungkook. 

“Thanks Kook,” I say, trying to not feel the sweat coursing through my body.

“Joon asked us if we could pick up pizza, so I placed the order while we were at the shoot,” Jungkook explains as we start going a different route.

“Just how many pizzas did you order?” I ask, knowing that their appetites are huge. 

“Seven.” 

“Seven?” I ask, surprised. But I shouldn’t be, because I know that the boys could probably each eat their own pizza.

“Yeah, Tae won’t eat with us so everyone gets their own!” Jungkook cheers as we pull into the pizza place.

“I’m not even sure that I can eat a whole pizza,” I admit, thinking of the greasy slices.

“It’s okay, leftovers!” Jungkook exclaims. 

“Okay leftovers boy, let’s go,” I say, laughing at his enthusiasm. 

We step into the pizza place and the smell immediately makes my stomach growl. Jungkook goes to the counter and says that he has a pick-up order, and after a minute seven fresh boxes come out. I carry three and Kook carries four. 

We stack the boxes in my lap, and I can barely see over them. 

“We’re almost there y/n,” Jungkook says, chuckling at my wide-eyed expression. 

After a little bit we reach home. 

Jungkook parks then opens my door for me, taking all of the pizza boxes. 

I try to take some back but he waves me off, saying “You held them all the way home!”

Stepping through the garage door I yell out, “Pizza!” 

Namjoon immediately puts down his laptop on the coffee table and comes to help us. We set up the boxes on the counter. 

Yoongi slowly appears from the studio with Jin and Hobi comes out of the dance studio.

“Where’s Jimin?” I ask, noticing that he’s the only one missing.

“He’s upstairs I think,” Jin responds.

“I’ll go get him,” I say, starting up the stairs.

“Thanks y/n!” Joon calls.

I go straight to Jimin’s room, thinking that he’s taking a nap. 

“Jimin it’s time for-“ 

I freeze as I open the door. There, standing without a shirt on is Jimin. He has sweats on that dip dangerously low and his abs are gorgeous. He looks like an angel.

“Time for what, y/n?” Jimin asks, his voice slightly lower than normal.

“Um…time….for…” I trail off, averting my eyes. I’m turning red for the second time in one day. First Jungkook now Jimin!

“Like what you see?” Jimin asks with a smirk. 

An angel? No, he’s a devil.

“No…” I stammer out, trying to burn the image out of my mind. 

In the end, I just turn around abruptly and say in the way out, “Dinner’s ready! And please put on a shirt…” 

The last part makes him laugh as I shut the door behind me. I groan silently and put my hands on my head. This is not what I needed. Jungkook in a tux and Jimin shirtless is a double threat of hotness. 

Damn it. 

I also like Jimin. 

I can’t like both of them! This is a problem. I can’t like boys that have boyfriends! And I don’t even think that they like girls! Wait, Hwasa said that they did. Does that mean they all do? But I can’t like them! They’re strictly off limits! 

Too many questions run through my brain and somewhere in there I make a mental note to text Hwasa later and see what she says. 

I walk downstairs and bring myself to focus on the meal. Jimin’s abs-no, pizza. 

We sit down with our pizzas and Jimin comes sauntering down a minute later, now wearing a shirt. I just stare at my pizza slice. 

“Hey everyone!” He says, looking straight at me, a small smirk still on his face.

“Hi Jiminie!”

“Hey Chim.”

“Come sit down!”

He sits and we all dig in. The boys chat about their day and we eventually get to the topic of the photoshoot today. 

“Yeah, you guys should’ve seen y/n! She was such a pro even though it was her first time,” Jungkook gushes.

“That’s impressive y/n,” Yoongi says quietly amid the other compliments.

I smile and thank them.

“The dresses were so stunning. I can’t believe that Taehyung designed them,” I say, trying to divert the conversation to something else.

“Yeah, that’s our Tae. He’s always had such an eye for art. Just like Joon over here,” Hobi says, “Joon loves to go to museums for hours in the afternoon.” 

“Really? That’s cool. Who’s your favorite artist?” I ask Namjoon, surprised at hearing this.

“One of my favorites is J.M.W. Turner. His art is so beautiful and serene to look at. But I also like any kind of art, including music, fashion, etc.” Namjoon explains.

“Jin’s a cook, Yoongi’s a music producer, Jiminie and Hobi are dancers, Tae’s a fashion designer, and Kook is a cinematography major. You really found the right people!” I exclaim, thinking about how all of their careers are artistic, except maybe Namjoon’s. But, I think that teaching is also an art in its own way.

“I really did. I’m so lucky to have found them and-“

“Why am I the only one who doesn’t have a nickname?” Yoongi interrupts with a frown.

Jimin laughs at Yoongi, saying “I thought you didn’t like nicknames hyung!”

“Well…if i’m the only one without one I feel left out!” Yoongi complains.

I smile at his pout and decide to think of a nickname.

“What if I call you Yoodles?” I ask.

“Like noodles?” Jungkook asks, chortling.

“Yoodles is cute!” I argue defensively. 

“Okay, Yoodles it is,” Jin says, trying to break up the giggles and arguing currently going on.

“You’re the only one allowed to call me that, y/n,” Yoongi states, ignoring the boys’ “Hey!” “Why?” and “Not fair!”

“Sounds good Yoodles.” I try it out and see a gummy smile appear on Yoongi’s face. 

“Aww, y/n you made him smile!” Jimin teases, then sees Yoongi’s smile turn into a glare at him. 

“Now you made him mad!” I shake my head in fake disappointment. 

“Yeah Jimin, you made me mad,” Yoongi pouts cutely. 

“Alright guys, that’s enough. Just eat your pizza!” Jin complains again, although he’s looking fondly at the boys.

They comply and finish their whole pizzas. Meanwhile, I can only eat about six pieces before I feel stuffed. 

“Hey y/n, are you going to eat the rest of your pizza?” Namjoon asks me sheepishly.

“No, want my last two pieces?” I ask, giving the two slices to the beaming man.

“Thanks y/n!” His dimple pops out when he thanks me.

After doing the dishes we pile into the living room to watch a movie. Tae is home by now, tired but happy. 

Jungkook wanted to do a movie marathon, but then remembered that everyone has work/school the next day. 

Arguing over a movie takes a couple minutes, until we spin a wheel to determine who gets to choose. Jin wins so we watch Frozen. 

I look to where to sit, trying to avoid Jungkook and Jimin at any costs. The only spot that’s open is…in between Jungkook and Jimin. They must have planned this. Damn it. 

I reluctantly sink into the seat between them, trying to ignore their gazes. The movie starts, and the song at the beginning comes on.

Everything is fine for a bit, and I find myself slowly relaxing more into the cushions. Until ‘Do You Want to Build A Snowman?’ comes on. 

Jungkook suddenly leans down and starts singing the song slowly into my ear. His angelic voice is mesmerizing and I try not to shiver. I accidentally meet his gaze and my eyes widen at the look in his. Those beautiful eyes know what they’re doing. After the song he turns his attention back to the movie, satisfied with his attempt to fluster me. 

I also turn my attention back to the movie, trying to cool down from that encounter. It only semi-works because next thing I know, Jimin lays his head down on my left shoulder. His pink hair is fluffy and I can see his perfect skin shine. I swallow as Jimin starts to close his eyes, seemingly falling asleep. Great. Now I have an angel on my shoulder and the devil to my right. I stay stiff throughout the rest of the movie because of Jimin. 

After the movie finishes, the boys start to head up to bed. Jin is the first to leave, barely sparing anyone a glance as he heads upstairs. Yoongi gives me an amused smile at my situation and I roll my eyes as he too gets up. Hobi and Taehyung go together and soon it’s just me, Jungkook, Namjoon, and a sleeping Jimin. 

“Y/n, let me get Chim off of you so you can go sleep,” Namjoon says tiredly, looking at the bubblegum-haired boy on my shoulder.

“Or you could just sleep down here and not wake up Jiminie,” Jungkook suggests sneakily.

“Jungkook, you are not going to make y/n sleep down here on the couch when she has class tomorrow,” Namjoon says as sternly as he can.

“But hyung, Jimin looks so comfortable!” Jungkook whines.

I contemplate my choices. Go up to my nice bed or stay down here with Chim. I guess one night wouldn’t hurt, and Jimin looks so peaceful on my shoulder.

“I guess I can stay here tonight…” I say, eyes averted to the floor.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that. Really. It’s okay.” Namjoon is protesting but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“It’s okay Joon, just go up to bed. I’ll lay down here with Jimin and it’ll be fine for one night. Go to sleep. You have class tomorrow,” I urge Namjoon, happy to see him comply and shuffle up to bed. 

“Goodnight y/n. Sleep well,” Jungkook says as he leaves, turning off the light. 

The moonlight seeps in through the curtains and I gaze at Jimin’s serene face. I sigh softly, then gently maneuver us so that we’re both lying on the couch. Jimin stays asleep and before I close my eyes, I can’t resist giving a soft kiss to his forehead.

Goodnight Jimin. 

a/n: hey y’all, updates are probably going to be slow because i am so busy right now!! i mostly write on the weekends. much love and hope you enjoyed reading! 🫶🏼🩷

[sparrow-in-the-field]

Writer's Tag Game

Tagged by @strangethings-everywhere !! Thanks Anna!

Rules: Answer some or all of the questions below. Tag your fellow writers. Enjoy!

Link to your masterlist: I don't have a masterlist but here is my ao3! Not gonna bother linking my other ao3 account but if you ever want some BTS content just hmu and I got you lol.

Favorite and least favorite genres to write (angst/smut/fluff, etc): Favorite is for sure some hurt/comfort! Least favorite is any angst that doesn't have a happy ending, I just can't do it lol.

Favorite characters to write for? That's a hard question! I enjoy writing both Bobby and Don, it's hard to choose which I prefer lol; I've really been loving writing Bobby in The Cormorant though so maybe I'll say him. And Chuck Day! I looove writing Chuck, he was such a pleasant surprise when I wrote So Far So Good.

Which one of your works is your favorite? How am I supposed to pick one of my babies?? Lol. I mean, The Cormorant is so incredibly special and dear to me, I think that one will be my favorite for a long time even once it's finished. Out of my completed works, though, a kind of dark horse favorite is The Inherent Value of Warmth and Breath. I wrote that one soooo spontaneously but it turned out so well! I think it has a great balance of action and romance for just a little one shot.

Which one of your works is more popular than you thought it would be? It honestly still blows my mind that The Quiet Act of Loving Someone is the top kudos'ed fic in tbitb tag on ao3 (it just passed 200 kudos btw!! thanks for all the love! <3). Like I never thought something like that would happen with my fics.

Which one of your works is less popular than you thought it would be? So Far So Good my beloved!! I maybe went into it with too high expectations, because people had really loved Shy Boy, so I thought more people would be excited for a sequel. But alas, I guess Chuck/Roger isn't quite as popular. It still got some very nice love though, so I really can't complain!

Which one of your fics was hardest to write? Why? The Cormorant is definitely the hardest to write, but in a super rewarding way. There are just a lot of moving pieces (literally, with Bobby traveling lolol), and figuring out the timing of the month counting down, along with the balance of present day scenes, flashbacks, and dreams with Jack, it takes a lot of consideration for like, structure and organization. And then just thematically, it's very heavy and emotional to write. Which I love, it's so cathartic, but tbh sometimes I have to take breaks and think happy thoughts lol (such as post-fic fluff ideas for Bobby and Don hehe).

What is your favorite fanfic by someone else? Omg okay I'm limiting myself to three (and I'll try not to gush too much lol) but as Anna said there are so many amazing fics in our little fandom!! A huge favorite of mine is Someone Like You (I'm Ready) by teaforone ( @teaforarteza ) on ao3. This fic had me in an absolute chokehold and I still think about it to this day; the messy start, the stakes, the love confessions, the smut?? People died (me). It was also the first fic I read that emphasized Chuck and Bobby's friendship, which was eye opening. Next, I can't talk about fav fics without mentioning salix's (@seasidesandstarscapes )hockey au, Right in the Numbers!! Talk about messy lol, I was screaming at Don throughout this whole fic, and I fell in love with cam boy Bobby! Lastly, and most recently, I was so incredibly taken by effervescentyellow's (@effervescentyellow ) fic As Beautiful As You. It almost made me cry! There's just this overwhelming sense of warmth and acceptance and love, it feels like being wrapped in a cozy blanket and being told everything is going to be okay. It's so amazing.

Tags: umm I guess since I mentioned them above, I'll tag @effervescentyellow !

[cutesydemure22]

Percabeth AU

Outlawed

Chapter 3

Percy

I jogged away from the alley, my feet thumping on the sandy ground. My heart was beating fast, and not from running either. I found myself thinking about her gray eyes. Ugh, snap out of it. She’s just a girl, and a rude one at that. Instead of going straight back home, I walked around the alleys. I found myself avoiding places that I knew girls would be waiting for someone to pass by. I tried keeping myself focused on my feet, one in front of the other, again, again, but my mind always circled back to her. Annabeth. I wonder if she has a nickname. Anna? Or Beth? Nah, those don’t suit her. I wonder where she’s from. I finally gave up on getting her out of my head and walked home. 

“Mom! I’m home!” I yelled, searching the house for her. I found her after a moment, judging by the size of the house, in our tiny kitchen. She was making something that smelled spicy and savory. 

“Hey, honey,” she wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead, and I felt a pang in my chest when I saw how tired she looked. She smiled at me, then raised an eyebrow. 

“Why do you look like that?” she asked suspiciously

“Like what?” I asked, confused. Did she mean tired?

“You look dreamy.” she said, then gasped. “Is it a girl?” 

“What? No.” I was surprised. Mom usually never picked up when I had just kissed a girl. Except, I never really WANTED to kiss a girl before. My heart thumped as I internally asked myself a question: Do I want to now?

“Spill!” Mom cried. I rolled my eyes.

“MOM! I told you, I didn’t kiss anyone.”

“Then why do you look like that?” she pressed.

I sighed. She was relentless. “Okay, okay. I met this girl, some creep was following her, and I helped her.” 

She still looked suspicious. “How did you help her?”

“Um. I threw my hood over her hair and pinned her against a wall.” I said sheepishly.

“Percy!”

“Sorry, but what else could I do?” 

“You could have just told her to hide,” she pointed out.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, lost for words. Mom shook her head and sighed.

“Well, you did what you did. Good night, honey.” She kissed my forehead and walked out. I sat on the floor for a few minutes, thinking about what she said. Was I just doing that because I wanted to be close to her? I didn't think much about it. Once I realized that I couldn't go back to sleep, I walked outside, grabbing a hoodie. I didn't pay attention to where I was going until I saw that I was at the alley where I left her. Annabeth. 

“What are you doing here?” I whirled around.

“Umm..” I trailed off. Annabeth was perched on a rooftop behind me, her feet dangling over the edge. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Against my will, I felt my cheeks heat up at the sight of her.

She sighed. “Look, um.. Percy, right? I don’t really care why you're here, but I need something to eat, so you know anywhere?” I felt a pang of pleasure when she said my name. 

“Uhh, sure.” I turned and walked out of the alley. I heard her jump down and follow. We were silent for a while, leaving me time to think, until her voice cut through my thoughts.

“Thank you, by the way.” she said, her cheeks turning pink. “For helping me.”

“It’s my pleasure. Who wouldn’t wanna help out such a pretty girl?” I flashed her one of my famous swoon-worthy grins.

She scoffed. “I’m a pretty girl? I bet you spend your spare time making out with hundreds of girls.”

I shrugged. “Yeah. But I’ve never really wanted to.”

She stopped and stared at me, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. “Are you saying you want to make out with me?” she asked.

I started coughing, loudly. Then I realized what I had just implied. “Oh.. um no!” I said hurriedly. “I mean, not that you're not pretty, you are pretty, very pretty actually, but I don’t necessarily want to…” I trailed off. I felt my cheeks burning. We stayed silent the rest of the way. I stopped suddenly in front of a deserted store. It was owned by my friend Grover, but he was probably gone now. I felt Annabeth bump into me at my sudden stop.

“Sorry,” I said, looking into her eyes. We both looked away quickly. 

“Um, so here it is. It’s usually unlocked so I’ll get some stuff for you.” I ran inside and grabbed bread, a few fruits and some cheese. I ran back out, quickly, and presented the goods to her.

Her eyes widened. “Wow, thank you!” 

I shrugged. “No problem.” I handed them to her. We walked back in silence as well. When we got to the alley, she stopped and smiled. 

“See you later, seaweed brain.” 

“Seaweed brain? Should I be offended?”

“You smell like the sea. And you need a nickname.”

“Alright then, wise girl.”

“That’s more of a compliment.”

“Why do you think I said it?” I turned and left her standing there, leaving her for the second time that day.

[shallowseeker]

You know what's crazy ( ⊙_◎) ? Literally everybody and their momma said to Dean that Cas is in love with him, But at the same time we kinda have just as much saying Cas doesn't have feelings for him. Most iconically Naomi (which honestly slay for her),Pamela kind of , and just as much blaming dean for cas's "downfall", Ishm, Uriel, Hael. Demons knowing abt it.

Would love to know abt your theories on how they know that Cas was specifically in love than deep friendship

Hello! I hope you don't mind me adding your second part to this:

Pt2 I got kind of more to say but sent too quickly, anyways! Like angels can understand emotion especially the ones more in control, angels have felt before, Lucifer and anna and other fallen angels so it's not like it's a new concept and that cas was unique in that matter but yea curious on why you think the angels knew cas was specifically in love

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This is a lovely ask, and I struggled to do it justice all week and I...just can't. So my answer will run the gamut of all the vibes. I hope you don't mind! :D

Biggest giveaway?

Cas's default is -> he's a big dick

The theorem: As Cas is to Sam (read: mean), Cas is to most everyone else.

Support: Cas was by Ishim's definition, "the angel's angel," he exemplified everything warrior-angels should be. In the words of Naomi: "swift, brutal, no hesitation."

Behavior: Sam is Cas's friend, but Cas is also kind of a dick to Sam. He gets annoyed with Sam, even pretty late in the series, especially when Dean's not around (when Dean went to AU world, Cas was abrupt with Sam, rolling his eyes and making lil digs, especially when they're interacting with Gabriel). And well, the crux of my argument is that think that's actually his default with all angels/people.

Dude was stationed with Uriel. At one time, they were the biggest assholes in the garrison, okay?

This default serves to highlight the ones he's gentle with:

The list of the people Cas "babies" is vanishingly small (Dean, Meg, Samandriel, Claire, Hannah, Charlie maybe, Jack, Mary, and eventually Rowena, only occasionally Sam). He's much meaner with his actual friends, and almost all of his close friends are a little mean.

That's my fun answer, anyway. :-D

My serious answer is, however, a little contrarian...I hope you don't mind, but I wanted a little variety today. I'm not gonna support all this with text like I usually do, but it's one of the things I'm going to focus on in my next rewatch. Maybe!

TLDR for below; I don't think a lot of people really knew. We confuse misrepresentative-innuendo and conceptualized-loyalty for “romantic” understanding at our own risk.

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I don't think everyone and their mother actually knows that Cas is in romantic love with Dean

Or at least...not in the capacity that certain phrases are emphasized in fanon.

That's not to say I don't think some characters suspect. I do.

But I think some of the soldier-angels shriek moreso over shifting loyalties and perceptions of corruption. They perceive the shifting of Cas's loyalty to the human family as corruption and abandonment.

In fact, I think Cas bedding down with his human family could be a sore spot for the angels in particular; it's like God abandoning them for humans all over again. I'm not so sure they view that abandonment as romantic...only that Dean is the root of the problem.

TLDR; I think most recognize it as devotion, but I don't think it's well-parsed, especially for the soldier-angels. I think their assumptions run the gambit, from fealty to devotion to fanatical, and I can easily, easily see them viewing Cas's allegiance to Jack with the same kind of unhinged grief.

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In the world of SPN, I think much of the romantic and sexual needling comes down to warring power dynamics and simple verbal sparring/one-upmanship

Characters will do anything to get the upper hand and feel in control in a dicey situation, and those barbs often come in the form of misrepresenting, diminishing, and disrespecting other characters' relationships, whether those are relationships with their parents, siblings, friends, comrades, or other loved ones.

In SPN, we get numerous equal-opportunity jokes about sexual attractions, incest, love, affection, weakness, etc etc etc.

TLDR; I think the one-off innuendos are often not a real commentary on the truth of any relationship but simply...disrespect.

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Some examples to consider:

Balthazar - Often held up as proof that Bal thinks Castiel is "in love with Dean," I don't think Bal's line "The one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with you" means much at all. I actually think Balthazar's one of the least cognizant of parsing the complexities and differences between romantic/filial/friendly/etc emotion. (He's also a gloriously morally gray dude, our first meeting with him is him taking possession of a child's soul, after all.)

I mean, sure we got Balthazar saying Cas "is in love with you (Dean)", but we also got him calling Cas Sam's boyfriend. Either my man Balthy does not parse the complexities of relationships, or he's just...simply being disrespectful and diminishing Cas's relationships to his human fam in any way he can. It's about the one-upmanship in the conversing.

I don't see a of of compelling evidence that even angels like Balthazar parse Castiel's emotions on anything more than a superficial level.

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Hael - "When Castiel first laid a hand on you, he was lost!" I tend to file this one under assumptions of fealty and mission-oriented devotion. Yes, they fear Dean has a corrupting effect. But you could argue the same about Jack. That when Cas laid a hand on Kelly's stomach, he was lost—became a terrible weapon laid at the feet of the child instead of Heaven.

So, I'm not sure that the desperate bleating of warrior-angels can be conceptualized as romantic. I think it's far more likely to be mission-oriented. They want Cas to have devotion to The Authoritarian Company/War Machine and they perceive Cas's "new" human-oriented locus of morality as Needy Little New Family.

It's the same way authoritarian governments seek to sunder "blue-collar" soldiers from their families, purposely stationing them away from their hometowns so their loyalty is divided and dehumanization of the enemy gets easier, too.

A war machine like Heaven wages an overwhelming, all-encompassing war. The British Men of Letters and Hell are big war systems, too. American hunting is a medium war, their guerilla tactics and case-by-case approach a smaller scale, still. A family is an even littler one. (Kelly Kline's name, in fact, means "little war.")

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Crowley - In season 10, we get Crowley needling Cas about burning through his grace to "save his boyfriend," but he also jokingly calls Sam "Dean's wife."

At core, it's disrespectful teasing, seeking to misrepresent, to get a reaction, to have power in the conversation. That's kind of Crowley's MO. Just because Crowley says something sexual doesn't mean we make the assumption that it's true. People that are verbally sparring, and especially men that are in a tense power dynamic, talk like this all the damn time, especially when we're mixing social classes. It can get real crass and real mean...real fast.

It doesn't mean it's meaningless in the context of being revelatory. Crowley and Rowena both desperately want to be included in any social group they can worm their way into, and quite badly, so there's often real emotion hidden within their barbs.

My point is you have to consider the source and speech patterns of that character before taking that ball and runnin' it downfield.

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Innuendo, innuendo...

Another example is Zachariah's "erotically codependent line" with regard to his brothers. This barb has the sole purpose of invoking a class stereotype to make Adam lose hope and respect for his "lower class" bros. It's literally the classist "hurp-durp-Alabammer-cousin-fuckers" trope.

I personally tend to take innuendo primarily for what it is: incessant, pathetic barking.

In general, I take the demons' words with a grain of salt. They're always coming from the weak position and always hurling as much innuendo as they can to undermine and disrespect any relationship.

Even the demon Cas sits with in season 14 who says, "How'd you lose Dean? I thought you were joined at the everything," is just a crass attempt to have power when conversing. He could just as easily have made this comment about Jack or Mary or Claire and landed the same with respect to have a tonal upper hand.

Strategically, they don't have to assume Cas is in love to recognize the weakness of caring. They can say anything ugly about any person he appears to care about.

And very generally speaking, innuendo is typically lobbed from a weak/insecure position. The saying goes:

"The louder the bark, the weaker the bite."

Take for example, my man Crowley and my homegirl Rowena--almost always coming at a situation from the weak position. Crowley lobs barbs, innuendo, and faux-affection left and right. (So do other "scrappy" characters, like Dean, Rowena, Bela, every demon, Balthazar, etc)

Generally, we see this speech pattern emerge from Hell-oriented characters, which makes perfect sense, as Hell is the bottom "rung" of society, and Hell-oriented characters and witches often have the weakest social currency. These characters've got the biggest chips on their shoulders!

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Mary vs Dean's speech patterns

Despite their similar natures, this is a big, very fascinating personality diff between Mary and Dean Winchester. Mary prefers to attack from the stoic strong position (more like Cas, Sam, etc), and she rarely mouths off. Dean is more drippingly sexual and "mouthy" because he's used to being IN the weak position. (Mary had a stabler homelife, we can suppose, at least when it comes to this.)

"You're the bottom in the relationship!" Crowley barks at Cas in season 6. Meanwhie, Cas isn't even threatened, thinking to himself quietly in TMWWBK, "I was stronger and smarter than him." Not threatened in the slightest. It bites Crowley in the ass eventually too, "You like to bend 'em over quick, don't you?" he laments at the beginning of season 7.

Likewise, Cas too gets more verbal when he's coming from the weak position with other angels. Take for example Michael in season 15, "In the worlds of a friend, you had a whole oak tree shoved up your ass." Cas rarely engages in this kind of false bravado, preferring to keep his aces up his sleeve. But with Michael, he is definitely coming from a strategical weak position with a goal in mind: goading Michael to act.

Goaders and Goad-ees

There are exceptions to the rule, like when you get sadists such as Alistair, Lucifer into the mix. I think more often than not, the goaders and the goad-ees reveal structural weak-strong dynamics.

I'd even argue that Lucifer's volatility keeps him in an emotionally vulnerable position in perpetuity. He's almost always trying to get reactions from those around him because he "needs love, he had a jakced childhood." We see this with Cas, and the effectiveness of his gray-rocking with Lucy. In season 12, getting a reaction from Cas becomes a stand-in for getting a reaction from Chuck.

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So, that's my opinion.

I think most of the screeching and barbs are mostly power dynamics in action, not proof of knowledge per se and certainly not proof of understanding the nature of how deep Cas's feelings go

Are there exceptions? Sure.

A few of them, like Anna and Samandriel and Hannah, seem aware of Castiel's "too much heart" but I'm not super convinced that they conceptualized this as being about Dean in particular so much as about being who Cas is as a person with respect to his past rebellions.

Uriel knew something was up, I think, but it's hard to tell if his needling was more disrespectful like Balthazar's or not.

Naomi knew something was different for sure. Interestingly, she seemed aware of both Dean's and Cas's feelings, which makes sense as her work is in intel.

On that note, I think it’s interesting that the ones who truly conceptualize Cas's feelings tend to also recognize Dean's. Very few truly "knowledgeable" characters see one side in a vacuum.

I'm not sure that Ishim contextualized love outside of obsession, but he was jealous and seemed particularly jealous that Dean appeared to return the feelings, "That's what I thought." implies that.

I think of all the characters, Lucifer knew. He's got one of the higest cognitive empathies in the show. He knows it so well, he doesn't even need to resort to innuendo to tease them about it. (See the simple, effective: "CAS!") Same with AU Michael. Like Naomi, they seem to know and acknowledge both sets of feelings.

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Close family and friends

Beyond the scope of this, but I think a lot of the fam n' friends knew what was up to some degree, but that didn't typically come out in the form of disrespect or teasing once they knew about it for real, especially characters like Bobby, Mary, etc. Eventually Rowena, Crowley, Ketch etc probably could tell something was up.

Now, are soldier-to-soldier relationships life-of-death kinda intense? Yes. Because of this, I think some neurodivergent characters that are more "cerebral" when it come to emotions (*cough* Sam) could be a little slow on the uptake. :-)

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Ours

Intertwined AU

@helsaweekmasterlist

They never knew it would come to this. Elsa had a baby and Hans was the father. He didn't know until Anna dropped the bomb on him.

He and Elsa had broken up after they skated together in the finals. Elsa just couldn't believe her parents died the same night she and Hans won the finals.

She was too pained. In a state of shock. She had to cut herself out of the world for a while. She had to break up with Hans.

Not until she found out she was pregnant and had to have him back in her life.

They decided to co parent since they weren't on any levels of getting back together. "Elsa?" The mere call of her name brought her out of her depressing thoughts.

"Yes?" She asked Hans as he swayes their baby girl in his arms. "You okay? You seemed lost in thoughts." He said with an eyebrow raised.

Elsa shook her head and took her handbag in her hand. "I should get going, you can bring Hannah back to my place later."

She held all her feelings in. She wanted Hans back, but she knew she needed space. Especially since she has her daughter to take care of.

One thing she knew though, was that she and Hans will forever be intertwined, with what's theirs.

Their daughter.

"Our daughter." She whispered as she looked at Hans's apartment door before walking away to start her day.

[saerotonins]

I just saw your jjk actor au post. I will be a menace now (ilysm)

So my question is to Actor Yuji and Sukuna, since sukuna is dating, is Yuji getting spoiled by his older brothers' gf and is basically a mom to him? And will Yuji ever let sukuna live it down that he's the favorite now.

Ilysm I hope you have a good day. Sending a song for you too

co-producer rica: okay, this is an interesting one. sender send their question days before and i must say, they're very punctual! and i think it's fitting that we start with them first. (thank you for the song btw! me and the actors will include it in our playlists <33)

yuuji: i agree! that's like standing up on a long line just to get tickets :0

yuuji: for the question, i do get spoiled by his partner often! you know that one tiktok sound? yeah, that's basically me, i'm their adopted child now

sukuna: no you're not! you just swoop yourself in like a sneaky little snake, and my partner just coddles you too much. *pouts, arms crossed*

yuuji: *sticks out his tongue at sukuna* don't worry, fluffy-anna, he's just jealous that i get his partner's attention. and YEA i will never let my bro live it down >:D i'm their fave and he's not

sukuna: we all know that's a fucking lie

sukuna's s/o in the back w/ the crew: what yuuji said is true by the way! and sukuna, language please!

yuuji: i told you!

sukuna: *playfully rolls his eyes and sighs* alright, but yes, yuuji is practically our practice child now but whatever.

co-producer rica's note: sukuna's just one grumpy fellow, fluffy-anna, but he definitely babies yuuji from time to time on set

*sukuna on the background*: hey, take that back!