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pretzel-box · 28 days ago

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Ride or Die

Streamer AU Chapter 9 (?)

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Date, Reader is shorter than Seb in this one.

Words: 4k

Authors Note: Final Chapter drops around Wednesday. Painters Route will be discontinued due the lack of interest from the readers side and the authors side. Materlist will update once all chapters are out.

The sound of the front door creaking open caught your attention, pulling you from the pages of your book during this late afternoon. You quickly glanced up just in time to see Sebastian step through the threshold, his presence immediately filling the room with a quiet, effortless confidence. His black hair was tied back neatly, though a few locks had rebelliously slipped free to frame his face. His usual black leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders, hiding his favourite band shirt, and he set down his sleek black helmet. You noticed many details on him, now that your head was free of worries. He seems more laid back, returning to his old habits. His face seems softer, his hair was getting longer and somehow the faint gleam of his ear piercings in the light caught your eyes.

Without saying a word, he held up a white takeout bag, giving you one of his charming smiles, his bright eyes glinting with mischief. You could already smell the delicious food inside, but before you could ask him anything, he turned and headed toward the kitchen, the bag swinging from his hand.

Curiosity immediately got the better of you. Tossing your book aside, already forgetting about the interesting plot, you jumped up from the couch and followed him, trying to catch a quick glimpse of what he'd brought. „What did you get?“ You asked playfully, reaching out to take a peek inside the bag. But Sebastian, ever quick, lifted the bag higher, well out of your reach. You tried again, hopping slightly to grab it, but he just smirked, holding it teasingly above you.

„Sebastian!“ You protested, laughing, stretching your arms higher to reach the bag and yet he only raised an eyebrow at your failed try. His smile widening as he watched you struggle in front of him, clearly enjoying the little game. Just as you thought you might get close, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wanted to protest and speak out but before you could react, his lips were on yours, firm and gentle at the same time, slightly tasting of cherry coke, stealing your breath away.

Your hands, which had been reaching for the takeout, slid slowly to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your fingers. His scent—leather mixed with something darker and warm, maybe a hint of cologne—filled the air between you, grounding you in his embrace. Your fingers curled instinctively, holding onto his favorite shirt as if you could draw him even closer, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that felt as natural as breathing.

His hand, still wrapped around your waist, tightened slightly, pulling you flush against him. His other hand came up to gently cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. Everything around you faded—the hum of the fridge, the soft glow of the kitchen light, the faint buzz of city sounds outside. For a moment, it was just him, the warmth of his touch, and the way his lips molded to yours as if they’d always belonged there.

When he finally pulled back, you saw a playful glint in his eyes, tempered by an unmistakable affection. “I have to kidnap you today, Jel.” He murmured, his voice low and soft, sending a shiver through you. The familiar nickname from your streaming account felt strangely intimate on his lips, like a bridge between the life you shared online and the one you’d carefully built together in real life. He paused, his mouth close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. “But for now, get the TV ready, our favorite show starts soon.”

You blinked, a little dazed, as his words registered. The idea of him “kidnapping” you, though a surprise, sparked a warmth in your chest. He hadn’t mentioned any plans for today, and the spontaneity felt exhilarating, like a break from the everyday routine you’d fallen into. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, from your return to the streaming scene to the careful, cautious steps you’d taken toward becoming something more than just roommates.

You took a moment, eyes drifting over his relaxed, unguarded expression. So much had shifted between you. What once felt distant had evolved into something soft and grounded, and every look, every touch had become a quiet confirmation of what you both wanted. You felt grateful for these small, stolen moments in between everything else.

“Okay, but this time don't give me chopsticks.” You teased, shooting him a smile as you stepped back to grab the remote. As you started setting up the TV, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of anticipation for whatever he had planned.

The late afternoon had melted into the kind of cozy haze that only shared laughter, easy conversation, and warm food could create. With takeout boxes scattered across the coffee table and the last of your favorite show playing in the background, you found yourself leaning against Sebastian, feeling the warmth of his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Each laugh, each shared smile, felt like a little piece of something you’d both built together. As the credits finally rolled, you felt his hand slip over yours, warm and grounding. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing across your knuckles in a slow, thoughtful way.

When you glanced up, he was already looking at you, his dark eyes soft yet brimming with that familiar glint of mischief. He leaned in, close enough that his voice was a warm murmur against your skin. “Ready for that kidnapping?”

The words sent a spark of excitement through you, and you found yourself nodding before he even finished. Sebastian disappeared into his room and returned with a spare helmet, which he slipped into your hands. Before you knew it, you were seated behind him on his motorbike, holding on tight as he revved the engine and the city lights blurred into life around you.

The cool air rushed past as the motorbike glided through the streets. Neon lights reflected off sleek buildings and glinted in windows, casting streaks of color across the dark pavement. You felt the thrum of the engine beneath you, the steady rhythm of Sebastian’s breathing in front of you, and the familiar warmth of his back as you held on tight, your arms wrapped securely around his waist. The sights and sounds of the city swept by, creating a vivid, living backdrop that felt like something out of a movie.

Each twist and turn of the road brought you deeper into the vibrant heart of the city. You caught glimpses of street musicians, food vendors, and groups of people laughing as they passed under colorful lights. For a moment, you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the steady beat of the engine, the wind tugging gently at your hair, and the sensation of Sebastian’s hand covering yours for a brief, grounding squeeze as he paused at a stoplight.

Finally, he pulled up in front of a retro-style building framed by bright neon signs and softly flickering lights. The arcade was buzzing with life and energy even before you stepped inside. Rows of games stretched across the room, casting a warm, nostalgic glow that spilled out onto the sidewalk. When you hopped off the bike, you laughed, realizing just how much he’d surprised you.

“An arcade?” you teased, glancing over at him with a grin. “You really know how to impress.”

“Nothing but the best.” He replied with a smirk, his gaze softening just slightly as he took in your reaction. “Come on, I have a few rounds to win,” he teased, and his hand found yours, leading you into the neon-lit world of the arcade.

Inside, the place was alive with a retro energy that brought a rush of excitement. The hum of machines, bursts of laughter, and classic 8-bit tunes filled the air, immersing you in a world far removed from the everyday. Sebastian wasted no time, his eyes scanning the rows of games until he landed on one he seemed particularly excited about. Grinning, he led you to a classic racing game, two side-by-side seats waiting for you both. He slid into his, already poised at the controls, and turned to flash you a grin, one eyebrow arched with challenge. “Think you can keep up?”

“Oh, you’re on.” You shot back, slipping into the seat next to him and gripping the wheel with determination. As the countdown began on screen, you cast him a quick, confident smile. But just as the race started, he leaned over, nudging you lightly to throw you off balance. You shot him a playful glare as you swerved back into place, determined not to let him get ahead.

Laughter and excitement filled each round as you both fought for the top spot, your cars swerving and crashing in friendly competition. Each time one of you took the lead, the other would find a way to sabotage it—Sebastian reaching over to tap at your controls or you nudging his elbow just enough to throw off his focus. By the end, the race was almost neck and neck, the screen displaying your car mere inches ahead of his. You threw your hands up in victory, grinning wide.

“Luck.” He muttered with a mock pout, trying to hide a smile. But his eyes gleamed with amusement, and he quickly recovered, pointing to a game across the room.

“Alright, rematch. Air hockey this time.” He challenged, guiding you over to the table. The machine lit up as you each took your positions, hands hovering above the smooth plastic surface. You tapped the puck lightly, sending it Sebastian’s way with a smirk.

His expression shifted, his eyes narrowing with a glint of competitive fire, as he struck the puck with a swift, practiced move that sent it whizzing toward your goal. You reacted in an instant, blocking it with a quick flick of your wrist, and hit it back with equal speed, smirking as it glided right toward his side of the table. The game settled into a fast rhythm, each of you predicting and countering the other’s moves, laughter punctuating each near-miss and each score.

As the puck zipped back and forth, your intensity only grew, and every time one of you scored, the other would make a grand show of defeat—groaning dramatically, pressing a hand to their chest, or offering a bow as if this were some grand tournament. Sebastian even threw in a few theatrical moves, flourishing an imaginary cape whenever he blocked one of your shots, leaving you giggling too hard to focus.

“Come on.” He taunted with a smirk, leaning in slightly as he prepared to strike. “Is that all you’ve got, Jelly?” It was clear that his inner streaming persona was showing and it felt like all the times before, when it was just two streamers joking around behind cameras.

“Oh, it’s on!” you shot back, grinning as you managed to block his next attempt and return the puck with a surprising spin. He blinked in mock surprise, then let out an exaggerated groan as it slipped past him, right into the goal.

The longer you played, the less you cared about the score. It became more about outsmarting each other, your laughter filling the air each time one of you pulled an unexpected move. When he managed a particularly clever shot, he flashed you a triumphant grin, winking just to see your feigned irritation. And when you’d score, he’d pretend to be absolutely stunned, holding a hand over his heart as if in shock.

After several rounds, you were both breathless, barely able to keep count of who had won or lost. Your cheeks ached from smiling, your voice hoarse from laughing. The air around you felt charged, the world beyond the arcade blurred into the background as you both lingered in the glow of the night.

Finally, you both leaned against the air hockey table, catching your breath, sharing a laugh that seemed to echo through the room, filling it with warmth and familiarity. You looked over at him, still grinning, and he met your gaze with that familiar glint, his own face flushed with excitement.

Finally, he led you to the claw machine, his eyes gleaming with playful determination. “Watch and learn.” He declared with a smirk, slipping a few coins into the slot. His fingers rested confidently on the controls as he focused on a small, round cat plush tucked among the pile. He maneuvered the claw with impressive precision, eyes narrowing as it hovered above the plush, then descended with a smooth, practiced grip. For a heart-stopping moment, it clamped onto the toy and lifted it an inch—only for the claw to loosen at the last second, sending the plush tumbling back into the heap.

Sebastian sighed, tossing a mock-pained look your way, as if devastated. “It’s rigged, obviously.” He deadpanned, and you stifled a laugh at his exaggerated frustration.

“You almost had it.” You teased, reaching over to nudge him. He raised an eyebrow, casting a skeptical glance at the machine, and gestured for you to give it a shot. “Alright, let’s see the pro at work.” He said, his tone laced with playful doubt.

You stepped up, taking the controls with a concentrated look, and fed in another coin. The claw moved tentatively at first, and on the first two tries, it dropped the plush in the exact same spot. But on your third attempt, you took a deep breath, aimed carefully, and held your breath as the claw descended. It caught the plush firmly, lifting it with just enough steadiness to bring it over the prize bin. The plush landed with a satisfying thud, and you let out a triumphant cheer, turning to see Sebastian’s face light up in genuine surprise.

“Victory!” you exclaimed, holding the round cat plush high with a grin. He broke into a wide smile, clapping his hands in exaggerated applause, his gaze softening as he watched you clutch the plush to your chest.

Sebastian stepped closer, his smile shifting to something more tender as he looked down at you holding your prize. The playful energy that had been bubbling between you both all evening softened, replaced by a quiet, lingering warmth. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingertips lingering just slightly against your cheek.

“Not bad.” He murmured, his voice softer now, his eyes holding yours with a gaze that seemed to melt right through the sounds of the arcade around you.

In that quiet moment, with the flashing lights casting soft hues across his face and the round little plush snug in your hands, you felt the whole world narrow to just the two of you, standing close in the heart of the city’s vibrant night.

As you and Sebastian stepped out of the arcade, the evening air wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, refreshing yet pleasantly warm. The sky had deepened into a rich indigo, dotted with twinkling stars, while the city around you glowed with a kaleidoscope of lights—neon signs, street lamps, and the soft glimmer of windows reflecting the night.

Sebastian paused for a moment, looking out over the bustling street, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Hey.” He said, glancing back at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “How about a little stroll instead of heading straight back?”You blinked in surprise, a smile blooming on your face. “Really? You’re not taking me back to the bike?”

“Nope.” He replied with a charming grin. “Trust me, I have a plan.”

Curiosity piqued, you nodded, and he gently took your hand, leading you away from the arcade. The two of you wandered through the lively streets, the sounds of laughter and chatter surrounding you as you passed by outdoor cafés and little shops still open for the night. Every so often, he’d glance over at you, his expression warm and genuine, making your heart flutter.

As you walked, you could feel the energy of the city buzzing around you, but everything else faded into the background as you focused on him. The air was fragrant with the scent of street food, mingling with the crispness of the evening. Sebastian occasionally pointed out quirky little shops or interesting street performers, drawing you into the moment with his playful enthusiasm.

He led you down a quieter street, lined with trees that were strung with fairy lights, creating a magical canopy overhead. The lights flickered softly, casting a warm glow that danced on the pavement, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder as you walked beneath them.

“You know,” he said, his voice softening, “I planned this for a long time.” He looked down at you, his expression earnest, and you felt your heart swell at the sincerity in his gaze.

“And you did well,” you admitted, your cheeks warming under his intense stare. “I had fun.”

“N-No, Jel.” His grip tightened around your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he took a deep breath. “I actually planned to take you out because it’s time to make it official.” A flicker of nervousness crossed his face, and you could see the vulnerability lurking beneath his confident exterior. His gaze fell to the ground, a quick flash of uncertainty hushed over his eyes. “I was terrible in the past. I was so incredibly blind, and I hate myself for it.”

You sensed the weight of his words, the gravity of what he was admitting. You didn’t want to interrupt; you wanted him to express everything he felt, to let the truth spill out unfiltered.

“And we are on the way to fixing things,” he continued, voice slightly shaking. “But I planned all of this to officially ask you out. You are so much more than a roommate or a streaming friend to me.” He paused, taking a moment to collect himself, the intensity of the moment building between you. “And I know we’re unofficially together, sharing all those touches and kisses, but... I want to hear it. I want you to accept my feelings openly with words.”

His large frame shifted to face you completely, his gaze lifting to meet yours, searching for something, and in that moment, everything around you seemed to fade away. Your heart raced as you held his steady gaze, the air thick with emotion and unspoken desires.

“Sebastian,” you breathed, feeling the weight of what he was asking, the gravity of the moment wrapping around you both like a soft blanket. “I—I feel the same way. You mean so much to me. I’ve wanted this, too.”

A flicker of relief crossed his features, a subtle transformation that made your heart flutter. His eyes sparkled with something deeper now, a mix of hope and affection. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes.” You replied, your voice steadying as you leaned in closer. “You’ve always been more than just a roommate to me. You’re my best friend, and these past few weeks… they’ve shown me just how much I care for you.”

His expression softened, and you could see a rush of emotions flood through him—joy, relief, love. He shifted even closer, his warmth enveloping you as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek.

“Then let’s make it official.” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I want you to be mine, Jel, officially. No more hiding how we feel. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me.”

In that moment, the world around you faded completely, leaving only the two of you under the starlit sky, surrounded by the vibrant hum of the city. You could feel your heart swell with an overwhelming sense of happiness, knowing that this was the beginning of something beautiful.

“Yes, I want that, too.” you murmured, feeling the truth of your words resonate deep within you. And as he leaned in, capturing your lips with his, everything felt right—like this was where you were meant to be all along. When his lips finally met yours, it was like the stars had aligned, igniting a spark that lit up the night. The kiss was soft and tender at first, a delicate exploration that sent shivers racing down your spine. You melted against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his presence envelop you. His hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks, as if he were afraid to break the spell of the moment.

You responded instinctively, leaning into him, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a mingling of sweetness and longing, as if all the unsaid words and emotions were pouring into this one moment. Time seemed to stretch, the universe narrowing down to just the two of you lost in each other, surrounded by the glow of the city.

His lips moved against yours with a gentle urgency, igniting a fire within you that made your heart race. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in your ears, a steady reminder of the connection you were forging. In that kiss, you felt all the love, all the promise of what was to come, binding you together in an intimate embrace.

As you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you breathless, hearts racing, eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes.

Sebastian intertwined his fingers with yours, his grip gentle yet firm, and together, you began to walk back toward the motorcycle. The city lights twinkled like stars, casting a magical ambiance around you as you strolled side by side. Each step felt light, filled with the joy of your newfound connection.

“So, are you officially my girlfriend now?” He asked playfully, casting a sidelong glance at you, his lips curled into a teasing smile.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up like a melody. “I think that’s a fair assumption.” You replied, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “I mean, after that kiss, how could I say no?”

Sebastian chuckled, a deep, warm sound that resonated in your chest, making you feel giddy. “Good, because I’m definitely not letting you go.” He said, his voice low and sincere. He turned to look at you, his eyes reflecting the shimmering lights around. “You make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you squeezed his hand tighter. “I feel the same way. I never expected to feel this way about you, but it just feels… right.”

As you approached the motorcycle, the evening air felt charged with a sweet tension, the promise of many more moments like this to come. Sebastian let go of your hand for a moment to grab his helmet and yours, but the moment he put it on, he turned back to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ready for the ride of your life?” he asked, his voice muffled slightly by the helmet.

“Always.” you replied, smiling brightly.

He climbed onto the bike and motioned for you to join him, and as you settled in behind him, the warmth of his body radiated through the leather of his jacket. You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the comforting strength of him beneath your fingertips, and rested your head against his back.

With a soft rumble, the engine roared to life, and he turned his head slightly to call over his shoulder, “Hold on tight!”

As he accelerated into the night, you felt the wind rush past, a whirlwind of freedom and exhilaration. The city lights blurred into streaks of color around you, but in this moment, nothing compared to the feeling of being so close to him.

#roblox pressure #sebastian solace #pressure #sebastian solace x reader #sebastian solace x you #sebastian solace fanfic #pressure x reader

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balladeerssong · 2 months ago

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| SYNOPSIS | being a uni student and a streamer at the same time, let alone doing well in both, is wonderful. but if one gets too much, the other does as well, leading to unexpected difficulties. what happenes if two strangers fall into this exact same trouble, at the exact same time?

a Scaramouche x fem!Reader, social media au.

| WARNINGS | swearing, suggestive themes, family-related trauma, love triangles, friend group dramas.

| MASTERLIST |

profiles I.

profiles II.

extra profiles

part I. - work, work, work!

part II. - wednesday?

part III. - worried.

part IV. - withdrawal.

part V. - who?

part VI. - a poem

part VII. - anony-mouche?

part VIII. - ajax..

part IX. - almost. (written)

part X. - an invitation?

part XI. - nexus.

part XII. - no words.

part XIII. - normal

part XIV. -

part XV. -

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader smau #balladeerfic

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vaniloqu3nce · 2 years ago

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*giggles* make them play It Takes Two.

Streamer Enid AU where Enid manages to rope Wednesday into playing one of those 2 player challenge games like Cuphead, then sits there in slack-jawed awe as Wednesday proceeds to stomp all the bosses in three tries or less.

“Wednesday! I didn’t know you were this good at video games!”

“Once you identify their frankly poorly formulated attack patterns, avoiding them becomes trivial. If they wished to defeat me they should do more than the same 3 to 5 things over and over again.”

(Inside Wednesday is preening at all the praise from Enid.)

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #wenid #eniday #streamer au

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aisclosed · 1 year ago

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the art of purrsuasion - y. jungwon

jungwon has the purrfect solution for your unfurtunate situation

PAIRING: non idol! y. jungwon x reader GENRE: university au , fluff, friends to lovers | WORDCOUNT: 3.9 k WARNINGS: mild language? nothing rlly

Birthday Café Event!

Jungwon blinks at the sign hanging over the door to his favorite café, willing the mirage to change before his eyes. Not that it would do much considering the walls plastered with large posters of some k-pop idol in various poses, accompanied by balloons and streamers hanging obnoxiously from the ceiling.

The once cozy shop, tucked away in a less traveled street near his classes, had become a constant in his weekly routine. He found comfort in the quaint tables, the soft notes of music and the aroma of fresh baked goods flooding his senses as he grinded through his work. And yet, the café was betraying him now, the bustling crowd of fans indicating that today, his favorite latte and croissant wouldn't be there to soothe the sting of a 5 page requirement.

“Jungwon!” a voice calls in greeting, and he whips around to meet your eyes, catching your quickly falling expression as you take in the packed café. “Woah…what the hell is going on?”

You were another new constant in his life, ever since the first day of the semester. You had stumbled into class late, your hair whipping wildly around you as you quickly slid into the nearest available seat. Luckily for Jungwon, it just so happened to be the seat next to his own. He had slid his notes over to you, receiving a grateful beam in return that had his stomach churning and his cheeks heating.

That same seat was occupied by you the next day, and the day after that, and the next. Until, sometime between the muffled snorts at your professor’s sad attempts at jokes and whispered, “what the fuck does that even mean’s, the pair of you had become friends.

Jungwon was all for trying new things, but what he craved was stability, playing by the rules, routine. You were the opposite, a whirlwind of a person coming into his life with all the force of a hurricane.

Instead of putting up his walls to maintain some semblance of security, Jungwon found himself swept away by your gusts of change, and happily so. Where he once had to drag himself out of bed, fighting the urge to skip his 8am lecture, he now woke even before his alarm had a chance to ring. You were his new routine. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday he would rush to get to class to see you, and every Tuesday and Thursday he would count the minutes until he could see you again.

In a stroke of genius and a slight desperation to see you more often, Jungwon had suggested study dates sessions. You had regarded him with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips and mirth dancing in your eyes. Heat had licked at the apples of his cheeks and he had begun to stutter out an excuse when you had cut him off “Yeah, I’d like that, text me when and where.”

And so, another piece of you slotted into Jungwon’s schedule, study sessions at the café whenever the two of you could squeeze one in. Maybe the two of you had slight ulterior motives but your grades weren’t complaining and you certainly weren't either. Jungwon much preferred your “dates” to class time. It was the only time he could listen to you freely ramble about everything, from your kitten Dalgona to your frustrations, without the sharp glare your professor was privy to shooting at him.

Now, it's been a particularly challenging week, with never ending assignments, a frustrating project and a three hour long lab on top of it all. Jungwon really needs this. Jungwon really needs you.

You can almost visualize a darkening cloud thundering over Jungwon’s head as he shoots daggers at the café. Letting out a laugh, you bump your hip against his to grab his attention, “Hey it’s alright, we can find somewhere else to study, no need to commit arson.”

Jungwon tilts his head inquisitively, “Yeah, but where? They’re doing construction by the Library Annex and the Main Library is across campus. We don’t have many options besides the big cafes but those are just as busy.”

“My dorm is like five minutes away and my roomie’s gone home for the week,” you offer, Jungwon’s eyes widening comically in response. “Unlessssss, you want to stay at this café? Who knows, maybe you’ll get scouted by some big shot k-pop company. Get some fans of your own,” you tease.

Jungwon scoffs, pushing you lightly as his cheeks flush with color. “As if. Alright, if you’re sure it won’t be an inconvenience let’s go to yours.” Beaming in satisfaction, you tug at his hoodie sleeve, leading him towards the direction of your dorm.

He admires you silently, the way your hair bounces slightly with each step and the swift glances you give when you think he’s not looking. As if you think he might get lost despite the firm grip you have on the fabric of his sleeve. For a second Jungwon considers shifting his arm slightly to just interlock his fingers with yours, but before he can, you’ve come to a halt, looking at him in horror.

“Wait! I forgot all about your cat allergy, will you be okay with Dalgona there? Maybe we should just look for another place?” you ask, your eyes round with worry. Jungwon looks down at you, trying his best to stop from melting at your cute expression.

He shakes his head softly in denial, “My allergy isn’t that severe, I think I can handle a couple hours. Plus I’ve been wanting to meet Dalgona for ages anyways.” Jungwon gestures for you to continue leading the way but you merely squint at him skeptically. Huffing in false exasperation he takes your hand in his, pulling you forward. “Come on, I’ll be fine. I mean it.”

Your pupils dilate at the action, flickering to where your hands are now joined. A wave of embarrassment washes over Jungwon and he laughs awkwardly, hurriedly trying to release his hold on your hand.

Before he can, you’ve already interlocked your fingers with his own, holding onto him firmly as you begin continuing your journey to your dorm. For a second, Jungwon allows himself to be tugged along like a rag doll after you.

Even from behind he can see the slight blush on your ears and cheeks as you desperately try to maintain your composure. The wind tousles your hair gently, pushing the strands back to reveal your features illuminated softly by the sunlight. Jungwon feels as if the air has just been stolen out of his lungs and he thinks that if it meant he got to see this view, he would gladly follow you to the ends of the Earth.

It's not until the pair of you have reached your building and are waiting for the elevator, hands still linked, that something odd occurs to Jungwon. Glancing at the receptionist across the lobby, he leans down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Y/N,” you startle at the feeling of his breath against your skin, looking up at him inquisitively, “Aren’t pets prohibited in student housing? Unless it's a service animal.”

You glance worriedly at the receptionist, signaling to Jungwon to wait for your answer. The elevator door opens with a chime and you hurry in, pulling Jungwon with you.

It's only when the door shuts securely that you begin whispering conspiratorially, “Ok, yes technically Dalgona isn't allowed to be here. But I'm working on getting him written off as an emotional support companion. You don't understand, I need him,” you pout at Jungwon pleadingly.

“Alright,” Jungwon chuckles, swinging your hands together as you exit the elevator, coming to a stop in front of your room, “It’s not like I was gonna report you, I just don't want you getting into any trouble with housing.”

“It should be fine honestly, Dalgona is a really sweet kitty, he doesn't get into much trouble. The only real issue is my RA Renjun,” you gesture at the floor monitor's door down the hall, fit with a shiny plaque and complaints box. “He’s really nice though, he’s just a bit of a stickler for the rules. Which is his whole job so I don’t really have much place to complain.”

You come to a stop in front of your door, shifting to grab the keys from your bag. Jungwon reluctantly releases your hand and you finally fish out your keys, opening the door and leading him in. “He’s been pretty close to catching me, sometimes Dalgona meows really loudly near the door and Renjun knocks. I just act like I’m not here and he gives up. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague,” you giggle and Jungwon shakes his head in exasperation.

Jungwon takes in his surroundings while you set down your bag and fiddle with your speaker until Wave to Earth plays quietly in the background. Your room is cute, a large bed equipped with a fluffy duvet and numerous plushies pushed to one corner, and walls and shelves littered with albums, trinkets and plants. On your pillow sits a small calico kitten, his stare trained on the unfamiliar figure in his territory. Suddenly Jungwon’s caught in an intense stare off, sharp green eyes meet rounded brown eyes, both unwilling to be the first to break away.

The tension is shattered when you suddenly chuckle at the scene, “What are you two doing honestly,” you giggle, scooping up Dalgona into your arms. “I’ve always agreed you were cat-like Wonnie, but I didn’t expect to see this feline face off,” you walk over to Jungwon, lifting Dalgona slightly, “Say hi to Jungwon baby,” you coo softly.

Jungwon offers his fingers for Dalgona to sniff and he does so tentatively, before deeming the new intruder acceptable and nuzzling into his palm. “He likes you!” you squeal happily, looking up to find Jungwon already looking at you with a soft smile. Suddenly you’re all too aware of the lack of distance between your faces, the way his broad stature looms over you and the way his eyes draw you in.

Laughing nervously, you stumble back, nearly tripping on your rug as you try to regain some semblance of normalcy. “Woah, careful,” Jungwon steadies you, his hand resting against the small of your back.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, Dalgona leaps out of your arms with a meow, affronted by your jolts. The movement snaps the two of you out of your daze and you clear your throat awkwardly and step away from him. “You wanna get started on the review outline?” You gather your laptop and notebooks, settling onto your bed and beckoning Jungwon to come join you.

Jungwon nods stiffly, and sits gingerly at the edge of your bed despite there being ample space for him to scoot closer. It's silent, an uncomfortable tension that you’ve never experienced with him stifling the air. Jungwon leans in slightly from his position, struggling to read the notes on the screen and you meet eyes.

You're blinking owlishly at each other when suddenly you both break into laughter, Jungwon doubling over until he's laying flat on the bed, right next to you. “What's wrong with us today?” you wheeze, wiping a stray tear from the force of your laughs.

“I have no clue,” Jungwon smiled sheepishly, “We’re just being a little silly, I don't know why it’s so awkward. Maybe it's the new setting that's throwing us off.” You roll back into your back, mimicking Jungwon’s position until you're looking back into his eyes.

“Yeah maybe it is, we really should get to working though, this assignment is gonna kill us if we push it off any longer,” you grumble shifting back to look at the papers. Jungwon nods in agreement, and this time the silence that settles is warm, accompanied only by the faint sounds of music and Dalgona playing with his toys.

It's hours later and Jungwon’s eyes have started to sting, the letters and words all blurring together. He lets out a sigh, throwing his head back dramatically to rest against your shoulder. You look at him in amusement, knocking your head against his playfully, “Am I losing you to the deathly grips of literary analysis Wonnie?”

Jungwon only groans in response, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck. Absentmindedly, he thinks that you smell good, warm and slightly sweet, nothing like the scents that usually overpower his sensitive nose. It's kind of intoxicating, like the smell of fresh baked treats at the café, and Jungwon finds himself inhaling you subconsciously.

“Jungwon… did you just sniff me?”

He halts, a prickling heat crawling up his neck, “No?” Jungwon denies meekly, unwilling to lift his head up.

“Oh my god you were sniffing me!” you giggle gleefully, “I don't think you can get any closer to being an actual cat Won, what's next will you meow for me?” Jungwon releases a sound of indignation, backing to splutter a series of denials, when Dalgona starts meowing rather loudly near the door.

Immediately you shoot up from the bed, “Baby! Please don’t.” You grab his favorite toy on the way picking him up and trying best to mollify whatever was bothering him.

There's a loud knocking on the door. You freeze, looking in horror at Jungwon who stares back, equally helpless.

“Y/N! It's Renjun!” you scrunch your face in panic, cursing your luck. “Come on, Y/N you can’t act like you're not here this time, I literally just heard your voice in there. Open up or I’m going to have to get the building supervisor and really don’t want to have to do that.”

“Oh my god,” you whimper, quickly placing Dalgona in your bathroom, equipped with toys and a mat to hopefully keep him occupied while you figure out how to save your academic life. You shut the door as quietly as you can and Jungwon walks over, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“Don’t worry we’ll come up with something,” Jungwon whispers comfortingly, but you’re not sure he believes it himself. You smooth your hair, plastering on your most disarming smile and swing the door open.

Renjun’s stood with his hand hovering over the air, clearly poised to knock again. “Heyyyyy Renjun Oppa, it's been a while. I never see you anymore, I almost thought you were avoiding me,” you say brightly, hoping he doesn't see right through your ploy. The hand Jungwon has still resting on your waist tightens just a fraction at your words, before returning again to its ministrations.

“Uh huh I’m sure you did Y/N,” Renjun says dryly, “Can I come in, we need to talk.” Your smile stiffens but you simply nod, inviting him in. He walks in, giving Jungwon a nod in greeting, Renjun doesn't say anything but you don’t miss the way his eyes scour the place, looking for any sign of an prohibited presence.

With a sigh he pivots and turns to you, “Look Y/N I’m sorry to do this when you have company but you know what this is about. I keep hearing meowing from your room and you know pets are against policy. As much as I want to make an exception for you, I can’t. I don't want to get you in any trouble but I will have to file an official report for this.”

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you begin to plead with him, “Wait Renjun please I can explain-”

“It was me.”

Both you and Renjun turn in unison to look at Jungwon incredulously. His cheeks are slightly flushed but his brow is set with determination. “The meowing, it was me.”

“Jungwon, stop you don't have to do this-,” you start but he waves you off, stepping in front of Renjun.

“I, uh get compared to a cat a lot,” Jungwon gestures at his face shyly but Renjun only stares blankly in response. “So I kind of have this habit of meowing, and Y/N finds it cute so I was just doing it to impress her. She just didn't open the door for you before because she wanted to save me from the humiliation.”

At this point you’ve faded into the background, hand clamped in disbelief over your mouth as your eyes dart furiously back and forth between Renjun and Jungwon.

Renjun narrows his eyes, assessing Jungwon fully.

“You do look like a cat, I'll give you that, but you truly honestly expect me to believe that all this time the meowing I've heard from this room has been you and Y/N doing some weird kinky furry shit.”

“I do not have a furry kink,” you protest fervently but are silenced by both guys shooting you a sharp glare, one that clearly says keep quiet.

“It's really not a kink,” Jungwon mumbles before meeting Renjun’s eyes defiantly, “But yes, that's the truth.”

Renjun scoffs in disbelief at the situation, crossing his arms across his chest. “Alright then, prove it.”

“Okay come on, that's too far, Jungwon you don’t-”

“Alright I will,” Jungwon cuts you off brazenly, clearing his throat before releasing a set of meows that sound almost entirely too similar to your kitten’s. Your jaw unhinges and you let out a strangled noise, you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or coo at Jungwon. His cheeks are now a bright pink, his hands instinctively coming up to make a claws, his sweater forming cute paws to accompany the image. It's all too cute, and he's doing it all for you, if Renjun doesn’t kick you out first you think you might melt into a puddle on the dormitory floor.

Renjun sighs, pinching his nose bridge before letting his hand drag down his face. “You know what I give up. I can’t afford to be sitting here dissecting whether you guys are actually furries or not. I have an exam coming. Y/N I don't want either of us getting in trouble so if you are hiding a pet, please resolve the issue, or at least find a way to be more discreet.”

You nod feverously, thanking Renjun for not filing a report and basically pushing him out the door. He’s just crossed the threshold when Dalgona lets out a very untimely meow from the bathroom. Renjun freezes, swiveling around to question you further but Jungwon quickly intercepts, “Just saying bye, Renjun hyung!”

Renjun looks as if he’s aged 5 years by the end of your interaction and so he surrenders with a grimace, giving a half hearted wave and walking towards his room. Jungwon and you wait with air lodged in your throats, ears pressed against the wood door until you hear the faint creak and click of Renjun’s room closing with finality.

You face each other, giving a simultaneous cheer of celebration before you jump onto Jungwon. He accepts your hug with open arms, lifting you and spinning you around in utter delight. The rush of adrenaline settles into a lingering flutter, and Jungwon sways you gently from side to side in his embrace.

You're still nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, when you mumble, “I can’t believe you actually did that. And that it worked. Yang Jungwon, I could quite literally kiss you right now.”

“Maybe you should,” he whispers so faintly, that for a second you question whether you even heard it at all. It isn't until Jungwon’s hand finds your chin, tilting it up to face him and his thumb swipes gently against your parted lips that you realize it's real.

It's with baited breath that you wait, painstakingly, for Jungwon to make a move. “What do you think hm Y/N?” he asks you with a smirk settled onto his face, “Don’t I deserve a kiss baby?” Instead, Jungwon’s rolled the ball back into your court, the decision is yours to make, and there's really never been any other choice. Not with him. Not for you.

You lean in and he meets you halfway, nose brushing against your cheek as he presses a soft kiss against your lips. Jungwon pulls back to look at your expression, the way your breath is stuttered, your flushed cheeks and your widened pupils.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Jungwon mumbles against your lips, capturing them in a proper kiss. The phrase makes your head reel with thoughts, but it's too difficult to try and dissect what he means when his fingers are buried into your hair and he tastes so good on your tongue.

You don't break away until your lungs are burning, parting with a gasp. For a moment you both stare at each other, watching the rise and fall of your chests, not sure what to make of what just occurred, not sure what comes after. Jungwon’s suddenly filled with humiliation at the memory of earlier and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe it took me meowing to finally confess to you,” he whines softly.

You let out a sharp guffaw, the tremors of your giggles shaking Jungwon’s head. He turns to look at you from his position, pouting playfully at being the subject of your glee. “Was that really a confession, Wonnie? All you did was ask me for a kiss,” you tease as you brush his bangs away from his eyes.

He takes your teasing challenge in stride, straightening to look at you properly, his hands resting on your hips. “I like you Y/N. A lot. You're all I think about and all I look forward to being with. You’ve completely wrecked my schedule, my life and my dignity. Not only have I meowed for you but I'd even go as far as to bark,” he jokes, pinching your waist as you swat at him playfully.

“I know you’ve already got your hands full with one kitty in your life,” Jungwon continues smiling fondly, “but if you’ll have me I’d love to be the second.”

Your face might split from the smile you give him, eyes curling up cutely into crescents. “I like you too, Yang Jungwon. A lot. Honestly, I don't even like coffee, so if I can bear drinking those nasty drinks for you, I definitely think I can handle another kitty. Especially one as cute as you.”

Jungwon beams at the compliment, grabbing your cheeks gently to peck your face all over, when a rather loud meow resonates from the bathroom.

“Dalgona!” You gasp in panic, breaking away from Jungwon to gather your kitty, checking to make sure he’s okay. Jungwon leans against the door frame watching you coddle Dalgona, giving the feline the kisses that were supposed to be his. He scoffs at the smug look Dalgona shoots him at having received all your attention.

You look up at the sound, smiling at the envy painted so clearly on Jungwon’s face. Leaving Dalgona to roam on his own, you cup Jungwon’s cheeks allowing him to lean into your palm. “What’s it take for a guy to get some affection from his girl around here,” Jungwon sighs theatrically in false annoyance.

A laugh escapes you, and you tug Jungwon forward by the fabric of his jacket until he’s flush against your body, his lips a millimeter distance. “You’ll figure it out, I find you can be rather purrsuasive when you need to be.

a/n: overwrote again,,, but this was inspired by @alouettesque 's promptlist ! hope u guys enjoyed it :)

getting back into writing regularly so send an ask or fill out the form to be added to my taglist! see u guys soon mwah

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*if you changed ur @ pls send in another submission :(

#enhanet #kflixnet #k-labels #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon oneshots #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #enha x reader #enha smau #enhypen smau #jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff

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stupidvillainousposts · 11 days ago

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Streamer AU Facts Before I Fall Asleep

-Mabel was the one who introduced the idea (she approached Fidds, knowing he was the more likely candidate to agree, and pitched the thought that Fidds and Stan streaming would be a fun idea that would "bring them closer as a couple")

-Stan was hesitant at first, but eventually got into the idea after learning he could earn money if he and Fidds got popular enough.

-Stan and Fidds mainly stream about mundane things like their breakfast, dinner, or plans for the day.

-Every now and then they'll get a comment requesting they do something like kiss or do something extra romantic.

-Fidds likes to record Stan watching TV and adds silly commentary when Stan reacts to certain moments of Duchess Approves.

-This AU is set in a sort of Canon-verse, though Fidds is just starting to get some of his memories back.

-There were two incidents where Fidds had an "episode" on camera, leading their streams to end abruptly.

-Mabel occasionally takes the camera and sneaks up behind the couple when they're cuddling (this is their most popular content)

-Fidds once tried to make a random dish someone DM'd him. He accidentally set the stove on fire.

-Stan doesn't like it when Ford appears on camera, especially after an anonymous user made a particularly inappropriate comment regarding Ford's relationship with Fidds.

-Most of the viewers like to put silly filters on Stan and Fidds to see how the couple reacts.

-Dipper, Mabel, Soos, and Wendy guest star on the streams on specific days (Dipper appears on Mondays, Mabel appears on Wednesdays, Soos appears on Thursdays, and Wendy appears on Saturdays).

#Gravity Falls #Fiddlestan #Streamer AU #The Filters Terrified Fidds the First Time He Saw Them #And We All Know Gravity Falls Has Nosy Residents #Almost Nothing is Secret About Stan and Fidds' Relationship #ALMOST Being the Key Word

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saiscribbles · 8 months ago

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What are your future plans for your channel btw? Although I like your content criticizing Lily, I think it’s best for you to move away from her because her time on the internet is a huge trash fire that never leads to anything good.

I’d personally really like to see you talk more about Hazbin Hotel or Steven Universe! Your streams are really fun and I love having them on the side while I work. :)

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I HAVE A PLAN!

Much like I never actually intended to start a Steven Universe AU series I never actually intended to become a YouTuber in the first place.

Here's the story:

For years now I've been doing a stream weekly on Twitch where I just talk with chat while drawing. One day Hiding in Public/Private released a couple of great videos on old SU hate videos, including Lily's infamous "Steven Universe is Garbage and Here's Why".

Not too long after that Lily released "Was I Wrong About Steven Universe?" as a nakedly obvious response. I thought hey, wouldn't it be funny if one stream I just react to this video? Just for funsies? To see if Lily has actually changed her mind on anything?

What I didn't expect was I'd end up spending like half an hour explaining Shoujo Kakumei Utena of all things during that video reaction.

I was kinda impressed with my own recall of Utena despite not having watched it in full in over a decade. So I thought eh for funsies lemme cut down that part and slap it on my account. Which is the same account I've had since 2006. I've put videos up there just for my friends and small number of fans before, as you can see from this Minecraft video from 11 years ago I filmed and edited for my friend for her birthday.

And then that Utena video got 5k views. On my completely unestablished YouTube channel. And I was like... huh. I knew people are annoyed by Lily Orchard but damn.

By that point I had also already decided to react to Lily's video on the Steven Universe Movie the next stream. Cause obviously the SU movie is something pretty near and dear to me that I know very well. And Lily's video was SO BAD and had so many OUTRIGHT LIES in it I thought well hell, let's cut down the two SU reacts into a video too!

It'll probably get like 10k views tops.

And then I'll just fuck off back into the shadows whence I came.

And I suddenly found myself with 3,000 followers.

And I suddenly found myself monetized.

And that video just passed 200k views now. In 3 months.

So I was like... well shit. Now I have this new audience over here on YouTube. I should probably actually give them something. I mean the added revenue stream is nice but I'm not looking to become a career tuber. Mostly I felt like I owed it to this new audience I now have.

So I started doing my art stream on YouTube as well! And I also have been game streaming, if you haven't checked my Lives recently. I've been streaming I Wani Hug That Gator, of all things, while doing silly voices and we're all having a blast. I already wanted to get back into game steaming this year even before this giant explosion in attention.

So for now that's the only thing resembling a plan! I'm gonna keep art and game streaming and cutting videos from those streams. I'm not a video essayist. I can't write and perform a script, I'm just not good at it. But I am very good off the cuff which is why I'm a streamer. I can explain things when prompted. So hey, come to my Wednesday art streams (2pm EST) and poke me for art and writing advice! Or to pick my brain about Steven Universe and Hazbin. I thrive on chat interaction! And then those can be shorts and videos too.

I do plan to do at least 3 or 4 more Lily reacts in the future just because they're videos I think would be funny to react to. But after that? Who knows!

#Sai-chan #YouTube #Ask Answers

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streamdotpng · 11 months ago

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Enid stares at the ENID scarred into Wednesday's skin.

Perfect porcelain Wednesday Addams' skin.

The werewolf blinks then she does it again before realizing that yep, that's her name alright. Dragged and written deep into the skin, hell it's starting to scar too.

"why would you.."

Wednesday's voice is cool, too cool. So obviously put together that Enid knew that she was anything but that.

"you were gone, Enid." Wednesday's mouth opens for a moment, trying to find the right words to say before closing. She looks smaller now, shoulders rising in what could be defense but Enid knew was insecurity. "I needed proof that you were still here - still with me."

Enid can't help but shake her head as she holds the face of her psychotic roomie. "you're crazy, Wednesday."

And as she gives said psycho a kiss, Enid couldn't find anything wrong with that at all.

#Wenclair #Streamer Wednesday au #Writing #They're both crazy when Enid got kidnapped but it's ok #Its #Reciprocated

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streamat4am · 1 year ago

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DAMN ENID, YOU EAT PUSSY LIKE THAT??

#4am art #streamer wednesday au #wenclair

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davenswitcher · 8 days ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks to all the peeps who kept tagging me. 💕 I didn't feel like I had anything worth sharing as I am hopping between WIPs (Streamer, Rockstarion and Samurai)

So here have some Samurai crumbs and a tiny Streamer AU nibble.

No pressure tags: @larvasmoon @obsessedwhyyes @spagyricqueen @kalmiaphlox @busy-baker @nerdallwritey @slothquisitor

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #wip wednesday #bg3 writers #bg3 astarion

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steddieunderdogfics · 1 month ago

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Hidden Depths by ohstars

@oh-stars

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

7,674 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Secret Identity, Online Friendship, Identity Porn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Friendship, Youtuber AU, Streamer Eddie Munson, YouTuber Steve Harrington, Nerd Steve Harrington, Fluff, Light Angst, Happy Ending, meet cute, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Referenced depression

Summary:

Steve Harrington didn't expect his secret passions to be anything more than a hobby, let alone introduce him to the love of his life.

Thanks for the rec! This recommendation is apart of our Writer's Wednesday! All of the recs today are written by @oh-stars. Want to nominate an author? Fill out this form!

You can submit fic recs to our asks or the submission box!

#writer's spotlight #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #rated t #secret identity #modern au #streamer au #youtuber au #meet cute

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tideswept · 5 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Sneak peak on a fic for @sky-kenobye. Contemporary Obikin AU! They're on a coffee date getting to know each other. ----

That smile flashes again, crooked, revealing a canine. It utterly transforms Anakin's face from Byronic moodiness to boyish charm. “Not the sort that’s interested in defying the laws of God and man to return the dead to life. Or in stealing the moon for vaguely undefined capitalistic gains. But I make no promises not to take apart the toaster if it starts giving lip.”

“This is fair.” Obi-Wan nods, stroking his chin as if he’s given it much consideration. “I’m a streamer.”

Anakin coughs, having just taken a swig of his orange juice. “I’m sorry?” He drags the back of his hand across his mouth.

“A Switch streamer,” Obi-Wan clarifies. Does it make him a bad man for timing it like that? “A modestly successful one, though you certainly won’t find me topping the charts or hawking energy drinks. Though I may once or twice be forced to defend my crown, tourney-style.”

He’s definitely a bad man for enjoying how Anakin’s teeth drag over his bottom lip, eyebrows arching.

“What do you stream?” Anakin asks, naked curiosity in his tone. He’s not scoffing or calling Obi-Wan a boomer, which is promising.

“I do a variety of things.” Obi-Wan rotates his styrofoam cup around. What's left of the tea is dregs at the very bottom. “Some chess. Some go. Occasionally, a bit of retro gaming, providing insight into themes and motifs, tracing back the narrative DNA of our modern-day stories.” He waits a beat. “But mostly I’m called a heartless bastard while streaming my online DM sessions as I remind my players that actions have consequences.”

#wip wednesday #star wars #obikin #hoping to have this done tomorrow #obi-wan would be an UTTER BASTARD as a dm #and you all know it

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wrongcaitlyn · 9 months ago

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wrongcaitlyn masterlist

decided to make this for anyone coming from greatest of luxuries or new to my works in general, in case anyone wants to check out my other stuff! my ao3

my name's tawny (not caitlyn, lmao, that's actually from caitlyn kiramman from arcane), i use she/her pronouns, and i write pjo and marauders fics!

asks are open, i love rambling abt any of these fics (or general fandom stuff) <3

i currently have one main wip that i'm working on:

the greatest of luxuries (is your secrets): solangelo, part of the dear reader series, popstar!nico, and a sequel to talk your talk. updates every sunday!

other ongoing wip's:

checkmate, i couldn't lose: solangelo, hs/nerds/academic rivals (sort of) au, road trip with lots of fluff

i can fix him (woah, maybe i can't): solangelo, renegades au (so like, superheroes and villains), enemies to lovers (sort of) + secret identities

and several completed fics (both multi-chaps and one-shots)!

PJO COMPLETED FICS

dear reader series - popstar au - talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral) - 34 ch, 145k words, solangelo - still hoping that the fire won't burn me (just one time) - one-shot, 11.1k, valgrace - forever going with the flow (but you're friction) - 2 ch, 17.1k words, fierrochase - you don't need to save me (but would you run away with me) - one-shot, 6k words, shelper - still look at you (like the stars that shine) - one-shot, 7.4k words, rachel

keep your eyes open series - hunger games au - staying on guard (every lesson forms a new scar) - 6 ch, 40.2k words, solangelo, MCD - i've got a lot to pine about (a lot to live without) - one-shot, 2.2k words, solangelo/will solace-centric, graphic depictions of violence, psychological torture

because i'm a mirrorball series - will solace-centric, canon-verse - i've never been a natural (all i do is try, try, try) - one-shot, 10k words, will solace from pre-tlt to botl, not tsats compliant (written before that was released and my own version of will solace lore) - i'm still a believer (but i don't know why) - one-shot, 9.2k words, will solace from botl to tlo, not tsats compliant, canonical MCD - when i break, it's in a million pieces - one-shot, 1.7k words, will solace-centric, battle of manhattan aftermath, all canon/tsats compliant - i'm still tryin' everything (to get you laughing at me) - one-shot, 3.5k words, solangelo from ttc to end of boo, mostly tsats compliant - i'm still on my tallest tiptoes (shinin' just for you) - one-shot, 2k words, solangelo during toa, all canon/tsats compliant - all along there was some invisible string (tying you to me) - one-shot, 1.3k words, solangelo pre-toa, missing scene that's referenced in tsats (their first kiss), all canon/tsats compliant

god, i'm actually invested (haven't even met him) - one-shot, 5.7k words, solangelo au where nico goes to camp jupiter after the giant war instead of staying at camp half-blood, and will meets him years later when going to new rome university

so american - one-shot, 9.6k words, solangelo fame au (country singer will & actor nico)

let's go (battle royale) - one-shot, 7k words, solangelo fortnite streamers au, lots of references to the greek gods-themed season

on a wednesday in a cafe - one-shot, 2.3k words, solangelo college/coffee shop au, an absurd amount of taylor swift song references

like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss - one-shot, 1.1k words, aroace reyna-centric during toa, reyna's pov of rejecting apollo

i'm a mess (but i'm the mess that you wanted) - one-shot, 5.1k, solangelo arcane/timebomb au, nico as jinx and will as ekko but canon divergent from what actually happens in arcane (you don't need to watch arcane to understand it though)

midnights become my afternoons - one-shot, 3.3k words, aroace leo-centric on the argo II, with a bit of leo & nico friendship, canon compliant

MARAUDERS COMPLETED FICS

reputation (regulus' version) series - celebrity au - starry eyes (sparking up my darkest night) - 16 ch, 113k words, regulus as rep era taylor swift au, james as joe, marauders as a band, background wolfstar and dorlene - baby, let the games begin - one-shot, 1.7k words, bonus chapter to starry eyes, jegulus (in between chapters 15 and 16)

clear blue waters (high tide came and brought you in) - 7 ch, 32.1k words, jegulus cruiseship au, background wolfstar and lots of teenager tonks, very fluffy

and one on hiatus!

may these memories break our fall: jegulus/wolfstar, percy jackson au, and follows the quest of heroes of olympus.

OTHER COMPLETED FICS

- overdue for a revival - one-shot, 8.6k words, harry potter au where charlie weasley becomes the comc professor in poa

#pjo #marauders #wrongcaitlyn #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #jegulus #wolfstar #my fics

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