#dw sequel anon ask

[hacked-by-jake]

A crazy thought crossed my mind some days ago. What if... Listen carefully! What IF Everbyte k*lled Jake because they saw some fans are a little obsessed with the idea of Jake being still alive and maybe even be real (because there really are some who are obsessed in a unhealthy way) and want to end the Jake Era...

Maybe we will chat with the rest of the group in the side game, and they will tell us what happened and Hannah will give us all the answers we crave so badly. Hate me all you want. It was just a thought that crossed my mind, and I hate the thought myself.

So, what do you think? 🤔

Ohh, okay okay, that's interesting!

I have to say that (unfortunately) the possibility of Everbyte killing Jake would somehow make sense to me. So of course it would break my heart, but it would be a good and logical way to put an end to Jake. I don’t think the reason for that would be the one you mentioned, the fans, but just to start a new era, as you say. So we could probably focus more on the new game etc.

Everbyte knows that the Fandom would like to keep Jake, but I could understand if Jake would get a end like that. I think a lot of people could handle it rather than the fact that Jake just wouldn’t be a part of the new game.

And somehow it would also fit to Jake’s character and his background story. I mean, the lone hacker and the last thing he does, he saves the people he loves. Would fit. And it would be an incredible plot twist.

So I have to say it’s a very interesting thought and it kind of makes sense. It's a possibility, I would say. BUT I don’t think Everbyte would really do it, the community loves Jake too much and I think it would break all our hearts too much. Richy’s death was already very bad, but Jake's? Oh lord...

Everbyte can be mean, but I don’t think they’re that mean. Hopefully!! Anon! Don’t give them such ideas, what are you doing?? 😭

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me. I hate it, but I kind of like it. 👀 But I really hope it won’t really happen. </3

I hope you will have a fantastic weekend! Take care of yourself and stay! 💚

[b1rds3ye]

hi!! this is my first time doing a request so idk if I'm doing this right haha but uh, I was wondering if you could do like. yknow the masked one you made for the 141 (I can't remember the name rn💔)? I thought of like, a sequel idea. like, what if during combat an enemy manages to take reader's mask, and so reader panics and like, rips the enemies throat out with their teeth (or if that's too violent, just goes basically rabid on them lmao) and how they would react?? if this is too violent or specific dw you don't have to!! anyways, I love your content it's totally awesome ur writing is amazing! have a good day!!

YES I LOVE THE BADASSERY AND THE UNHINGEDNESS!! If I'm your first request I'm so flattered anon pls do feel free to drop by again <333 Also just going to do general rabidness because ngl the throat thing sounds like an infection speedrun and we want our masked reader to stay nice and healthy <333

Word Count: 1.2 (it got a little long WHOOPS)

Warning: Canon typical violence, reader does get a lil sadistic and unhinged <333

Beyond Task Force 141 and Laswell, many - if not all - allied soldiers wondered about what lay under your mask. Obscuring even the eyes, your visage was more unreadable than Ghost's. Larger than life, a soldier among men.

There was a running joke that there was just nothing under your mask, perhaps an eldritch horror of sorts. You let the new recruits entertain the thought, it kept morale up as they conjured more myths of you. They said that no one has seen you without your mask. They were partially right.

It simply was that no one lived to tell the tale.

You were never one for close combat, but fighting terrorists was never smooth sailing. The chaos of battle had all of the 141 separated against the tight streets of Las Almas. How uncanny that you could not see your allies but hear their gunfire. Running out of ammo, you couldn't lament at your misfortune as a shoulder pummeling into your chest, sending you to the ground and the air out of your lungs. Head bashing against the floor you groaned as you furiously clawed up to whatever heavy weight was crushing your body. You were starting to make up the figure of a man hovering over you through the blurry haze of a concussion that filled your sight. The distant static of Price's voice through the radio, probably asking where the hell were you but you had more pressing issues at hand.

Through your struggle and flailing limbs you managed to wring the enemy's pistol off of them with a painful twist of their wrist. And they retaliated tenfold, a large sweaty hand reaching down and pressing your head back against the ground. Your adrenaline makes you writhe further, he was going to suffocate you, or worse, poison you with how fucking awful his hand smelt as the stink of burning gunpowder replaced any of your oxygen. But no, he committed a far worse crime.

A singular pull and the grating tear of fabric as your mask is pulled off of your face.

A heavy moment where your enemy looks down at you and his gaze is not like before. It's clear, it's deep. It is not looking at your facade but at you and you are no longer a soldier. You are merely a human, so fragile, so weak. One that is on the verge of death in a foreign land surrounded by bodies of fallen comrades and enemies alike. One whose mythos is all but lost at the victorious and leering smirk of an enemy as they take in your face.

That simply won't do.

Pulling your knee up to create space between you and the man, you pull out your tactical knife from your waist and drive it into his torso. His smile falls only to land at settle on yours below him, just like his blood that trickles as forbidden crimson down your hands and seeps into your uniform. It's disgustingly warm. He grows heavier as he loses all control over his body and you heave to throw his figure off to the side. You stab him once again for good measure. And then again. And again. Quick, short jabs down with a sharpened blade that cuts through uniform, flesh and bone alike. You did not count how many times you drove your blade down, numbers were too complex when your mind was running faster than any comprehensible speed. There was only one goal. To make sure no one knows what happened.

A harsh grip on the shoulder yanks you back up and you swipe with your armed limb to cut your new assailant's neck but they were onto you. Catching your arm, they pull it up as they hold onto your shoulder once again with a tightening grip that digs into your uniform. But they do nothing more, no matter how much you thrash and kick.

"Wake up, Sergeant," your opponent seethes and that voice makes you still, a buoy that floats across through your rage. Deep and grounding and your captain's.

You nearly stumble back but Price catches you before you crumple to the ground in exhaustion. The adrenaline was escaping your body leaving you with barely the energy to stay upright. Your head lolls back for a second before you bring it to the side to look at your direct superior, the remnants of a concussion making your vision blurry.

"You broken?" he asks.

"Negative, sir,” you respond immediately but he looks a little doubtful, a singular eyebrow raised as he inspects you. Not your body, but your face. The dilated pupils and the taut muscles told more than any wound.

"Can't say the same about your wee friend over there," Soap whistles as he tilts his head to behind you. “Christ, you did a number on him.”

You dare turn to look over your shoulder but Ghost already situated himself in front of the body. But between his feet you could already make out the indistinguishable mass of tattered fabric and discoloured flesh. Fresh blood filled the rivets between the cobblestones, the remnants of the body inching its way closer to you-

"Was it the mask?" Simon brings your attention back to him. You nod dumbly. He only dips his head in what you can only describe as understanding as he folds his arms, fortifying his stance in front of the mess you made. You weren’t going to see your handiwork, he was too kind to ever let you.

John drops his hands down to his sides as Gaz approaches you with your mask.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," Kyle offers you a sympathetic smile.

"Learnt that the first day I saw 'em on duty," Johnny retorts and you instinctively smile as you take your mask from Kyle. The hardened plaster of your mask had cracked, the fabric that hugged your neck had become torn but it'll do for the remainder of the mission. Slipping the mask back on, Simon offers a nod of approval while Johnny tugged at the fabric for a few finishing touches.

Ultimately the mission was successful. The task force returns to base and although none of the boys mentioned the carnage you left, there are still whispers of it on base. You had hurried to debrief and get your mask fixed but it seemed some privates caught sight of you and that was enough to spark rumours. Your mask had gotten so fractured that a shard was left back in the streets of Las Almas and revealed one of your eyes to the rest of the world. Such a small organ but so vivid. The privates saw, and more was added to the myth that was you. There was now no question about what was under the mask. No lovecraftian horror or empty space, no monster beyond comprehension. No, what was under your mask was terrifyingly human.

Masked Reader Masterlist Call of Duty Masterlist

[14dyh]

the keeper — h. zoë

REQUEST: I honestly don't know if your request is open but have you seen the song for epic the musical? "Would you fall in love with me again" ABWISJ😭💖 I can see a trope for Hange x reader,with them just being soulmates in every other universe.Or perhaps Immortal x mortal,feel free to ignore this dw 🏃🏻‍♀️💨✨ [originally requested at @hangesdarling blog] PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. Hange found a glowing door during their walk.  CONTENT. fantasy au, fluff, angst, Hange is a mortal, reader is a spirit of some sort, scientist!hange, barely proofread (sorry), this probably has a sequel that will make more sense with the prompt given A/N. hey anon, I posted this request on this blog bc the longer, sfw, and more tender fics belong here (I sort writing by theme xD) and this is in third person bc i feel like it. Hope you like this :)))

There were days when Hange had to step out of the lab, feel the breeze in their skin and wander through the greeneries surrounding their cottage. But today, with enough soot all over their hands and a graze or two, they decided that stepping out once in a while should become a vacation entirely. It would be nice not to stare at flasks and formulas for once. Hange took off their coat, nursing a small wound with an absorbent fabric. The last thing they needed was an infection.

With enough wandering through the clearing, they successfully distracted themself from the difficult chemical they couldn't brew and instead began identifying the leaves they crossed in the forest. They happily took mental notes, remembering better times when they were younger, more curious, more creative and perhaps, more satisfied with life than before. If only things were simpler again.

Their wandering thoughts held themself in place when Hange stopped near a countryside house. Poison ivy crawled on its dusty and barred  windows, the rust-colored walls barely peeking through the greenery.

In its center, an ornate door of exquisite beauty stood. What drew Hange in was the faint glow seeping through its hinges. 

They inched closer, careful and calculating as they always were. A decision which ended up with cursing themself that being cautious and afraid was not a brand of their character years ago.

They held the door knob, twisted it, and half-wished to hear a click.

It opened. And instead of seeing what was inside, Hange saw someone emerge from the door as though summoned. She has the features of a human if you don't look hard enough for the small things which sets her apart. Eyes and expression of a deity, someone you'd kneel for, Hange thought.

Too awestruck, they managed to stammer a shaky hi. They were opting for a polite good afternoon but none came out of their mouth.

The woman returned their politeness. Hange tensed up less when they spotted the amiability of a human in her smile. Both were enthusiastic enough that their own names spilled from their lips along with an outstretched hand. 

Their conversation flowed like honey on a warm summer. Smooth, unhurried, perhaps, even sweet. Hange observed that she's smiling more often, listening with interest in her eyes as they leaned on the door frame, exchanging tales. 

Oddly enough, they only stood outside the door for the hour they knew each other. 

"Is this your home?" Hange felt the need to ask.

She shook her head no and responded, "I'm its keeper."

Y/N spoke of it as if it's alive. Hange glimpsed a trace of her belongingness to the place. She belonged to it in one way or another.

"Is anyone inside?" Hange asked.

"No one lives here."

Hange thought carefully. 

"Abandoned then?" 

"Not entirely," she responded.

"Are guests allowed inside?"

"Yes," she responded with a hint of eagerness. "Once they beat me to a game of riddles."

Hange found themself smiling, "That sounds fun."

"It is. Many have lost."

"Will you give me a try?"

"Of course."

They sat by the doorstep, Y/N with her head resting upon her knees and with Hange facing her close enough that their knees touch.

They exchanged one riddle after the other, Hange growing enthused by each question which became stranger and stranger, each requiring deeper thought than the last.

Y/N spoke with tenderness as though each word she utters were spun carefully upon a precious thread. The tenderness remained in her gaze as she looked at Hange, her lips forever carved into a soft smile.

"No riddles anymore, Y/N?" Hange grinned, lightly running a finger to a strand of hair falling to her face.

"No more for tonight," she spoke. "It's late at night. The gods don't listen after dark."

She's a strange girl, Hange thought with a hint of affection. 

"I see," they responded. "It's interesting to stare at the night sky too. The stars are far prettier from my window."

"Won't you stay?" she asked, her voice weaved with a fine strand of pleading.

"I can spare a few minutes," Hange answered. 

And every day that came, they did so. Sparing a few minutes, a few hours, and sometimes (with a scold in their head), half a day.

Days went past, countless riddles exchanged. Hange debates with themself every time they pick apples from their yard, thinking whether falling deeper in love with the strange girl at the door is a good idea. 

But they always came, sitting outside, sometimes waiting, bringing her anything edible that grows around their house. 

"I'm afraid I've run out of riddles," she once told Hange, taking the apple from their outstretched hand. 

Hange shrugged, "Does that matter? We have countless things to talk about."

They sat beside her, closer than they ever were.

"It's only right for you to go inside now," she responded. Was that a resigned voice of acceptance Hange heard?

"This is new for me but frankly, I'm not interested in what's inside this mossy old thing." Hange tried to laugh despite the terrible pounding in their heart, despite their aching desire to tell her how grateful they were for meeting her which rekindled the joy they once lost.

Her hands ran gently across the disheveled strand of hair in their face, tucking them neatly. 

Her hand rested on the fine sharpness of their jaw. Hange resisted the desire to close their eyes and lean to her touch. They clasped it with their own hand and spoke, "What is even there to begin with?"

Y/N smiled, "You should be. The treasures inside chose you.''

"The greatest treasures known to men."

"I'm not ambitious enough for such greatness."

It was partly true. Back then when they forgot the joy of idle things, they were hardly satiated. A hunger to have, and a greed to know held them in shackles for longer than they'd like to admit. It went on until she came along. 

They were free. What else could they ask for? 

"You don't have to be. Not all great things are bound for greatness," she reasoned, shrugging. "Besides, don't fine trinkets interest you?"

Hange chuckled at her knowing smile. Her thumb ran gently across their cheek, their hand still clasped to hers.

"I do," they responded. "Will you come with me, then?" 

"If you want."

"I'll be more than happy."

-

The door swung open, the glittering and gleaming yellowish hue of gold almost blinding them. Hange's lips parted in awe. The interior of this place defied the architecture of its exterior. No countryside house can possibly extend as far as two towns inside. 

Y/N held Hange's hand, treading on a path of gold and jewelry which eventually turned to a variety of rare trinkets and shining weapons embedded with sizable, precious stones. Each turn in the never ending alley of treasures grew wider and far varied. 

"Have people entered here before?" they asked, a curious finger poking around the littered jewelry. 

"Some."

"How much did they take?"

"Many. Some crush under the weight of their own gold."

"Comical," Hange returned her gaze. 

"It is."

As they neared the end of the ever expanding place, Hange only carried a book containing (by far) all the world's knowledge, and a quill embedded with emeralds. Y/N gave them a ruby locket which they happily kept.

"Then we return back to the door? Is that how this works?" Hange asked.

"Well, can you see the door from this side?"

"Not at all."

"Then we will use the back door," she smiled, that one that makes Hange's heart flutter. "We will emerge in the front door in any way out."

"Fascinating architecture, then," Hange smiled, facing her, their hands clasped tightly. And with a much tender voice, they spoke, "I don't want to wake up from this dream."

"Are you dreaming, Hange?"

"Most likely," Hange said, their hands lifting to touch her cheek. Any warmth, any indication that blood flows under her skin would be enough. "I hope you're not a part of it. I hope you're real."

"I'm as real as these treasures are."

Melancholy swept along their feet, entangling them. If reality could bend itself this way, then what is there to be truly believed?

Hange accepted things in their scientific nature. It was the only way to survive such a rigid world.

Hange wrapped their arms around her, gently sinking to a tight embrace. Her warmth beneath their hands wasn't enough, their eyes itself a betrayal. Hange wanted to feel her dull yet persistent heartbeats beneath their hand, hindered by the softness of her flesh that only proves a degree of realness. It felt like groping for the only living thing in the dark.

"Can I invite you home then? If you're real, will you stay at my place tonight?"

"You have no idea how much I wanted to," she responded, her voice giving in at the last syllable. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "But we'll meet again. You have all that you need."

Hange held back a meek protest, a lover's cry telling the other about the uselessness of life after such a great loss. But Hange only smiled, hopeful again, no longer the scientist barred inside their lab with nothing but calculations.

"I'll wait then. I'll wait until you come home with me."

"I will."

-

When the house let Hange go, the door no longer glowed from within. The riddles are over, the treasures inside waiting for a different chosen one to open it. Hange had wished that all those days were nothing but dreams. Crossing the valleys of impossible dreamscapes were far easier to accept than the reality of a love lost, a promise hung between fantasy and reality.

But the book, the quill, and the ruby locket were all too true for them to deny that everything had been a dream. They still went to that door every night, the locket around their neck and the book giving them new riddles to tell. Hange spoke of narratives alone as though she can still hear them, as though one day her door will open once more and the blushing face they missed will reappear to them. Every day, for years they didn't count, they sat outside her door. Waiting, waiting. Sometimes they fall asleep, missing just the faint reddish glow from their locket. Sometimes they'd listen to the wind howl, and stare back at the night sky full of watching stars. Often, they wanted to sink to their knees and pray for another chance, for another time when they didn't go inside the glowing door, but praying is useless when the gods don't listen after dark.

[bonbonly]

hi, bon! okay so at first, i was kind of against part 2 of temptation (internally, never said anything dw dw) because the first one was so good and i liked how it ended with such polarized emotions. BUT THEN i read it and i wanted to apologize for doubting your genius mind. silly me! how can i doubt your mind?? i am so sorry......

also you know who max reminded me of?? pyschiatrist!max in a weird, twisted way. loved that fic by the way.

ANYWAYS I AM SORRY!! i hope you have a good day! looking forward to your next writings!

no wait anon you dont have to apologize at all! i always liked leaving fics on a cliffhanger or open-ended because it's always my policy to let the readers continue the fic in their minds and trust me, i was thoroughly against the idea of writing the sequel as well but i had gotten so many requests i sort of just sat down and was like hm... how can i drive this home? and girl you can doubt me ALL you want like keep me in check please !!

and thank you so much! Taste Of The Fallen was my first dark fic and honestly i need to write more for dark!max there's just a lot to explore there. and please girl this ask made my day, like i need more people in my inbox just to talk about my fics it literally makes my day when i read asks like this!! i hope you have a good day too anon!!!

[boasamishipper]

Hi, I’m intrigued by the Night Court content I’m seeing from you. How did you start up with this show from 40 years ago? Which episodes give you Harry/Dan vibes? (Truly curious! I’m watching the show rn on FreeVee because of you.)

how did i begin watching night court, you ask?

okay so the story ACTUALLY begins several months earlier. i'd been seeing ads for new night court on tv, and i was like hey!! that's the guy from richie rich!! and so i looked up old night court on tvtropes and ao3, found some fics for the show, skimmed them, and moved on with my life.

THEN in november 2023 i got laid off (corporate reorgs my detested) (dw i have since found a new job) and started looking for non-indeed.com ways to fill my hours. cue another commercial for new night court, which was returning to nbc in january. huh, thought i, jokingly. wonder if anybody on here watches this.

one quick tumblr search informed me that there were, in fact, other people who watched this show. specifically the original show. and then i saw this post, thought 'boy that judge and that prosecutor sure have Something going on' and proceeded to devour all nine seasons over the course of two months. (then i caught up with the reboot and watched s2 as it aired.) i posted my first fic, Zeitnot, nine days after i started watching the show, and told my bestie caroline that now that it was up, i had gotten all of my night court thoughts and feelings out of my system and would shortly go back to finishing my other wips.

(narrator voice) she did not, in fact, get all her night court thoughts and feelings out of her system.

anyway so 90k+ words of night court fic later here i Still Am and here i Still Plan To Be for a good long while.

so why night court?

well, to begin, it's the wildest show i have ever seen in my life. it's set in - you guessed it - the night shift of a manhattan arraignment court during the 1980s. the judge (harry stone, played by harry anderson) is a gangly goofy cutie pie dork who loves magic and mel torme and sees the best in people and has the saddest backstory of any of the cast. the prosecutor (dan fielding, played by john larroquette, who won four emmy awards in a row for this role and would have won more if he hadn't taken himself out of consideration to give someone else a chance to win) is a womanizing lecherous pervert with a heart of gold, a sharp tongue, thick hair, and an ass you can bounce a quarter off of. harry shoots plastic snakes in dan's face in their very first meeting and by the end of the show the two are partners in shenanigans and platonic soulmates and perv4perv best friends. (another anon asked me my top harry/dan episodes; i'll answer that in their ask.) other characters include Tall As Fuck Intimidating Ditzy Bailiff Bull Shannon (richard moll), Spunky Naive Morally Upright Prude Public Defender Christine Sullivan (markie post), Hot Court Clerk Who Is Done With Everyone's Shit But Will Nonetheless Participate In The Shenanigans Mac Robinson (charlie robinson), and a collection of short, snarky, tough as nails bailiffs (selma diamond in s1-2, florence halop in s3, and marsha warfield in s4-s9).

the show is incredibly funny. if you don't like one joke wait five seconds and there will be another, even funnier one. physical comedy galore. hijinks and shenanigans everywhere. logic and realism? don't know her. wile e coyote once showed up as a defendant. dan once got so horny he locked himself in a closet and shoved a firehose down his pants. in another episode bull twisted dan into a human pretzel. it has to be seen to be believed.

but what i love most about night court is its heart (something that the sequel series has not found yet, but that's a rant for another day). the characters (at least as long as reinhold weege was involved with the show - again, a rant for another day) feel like real people. they have real flaws. they make hard decisions. they love with all their hearts, and we love them for it. they hurt, and we hurt with them. and the show - especially in the earlier seasons - balances the heart with the humor incredibly well. in 4.01, harry tries to reach out to his mother, who abandoned him when he was five, only to find out that she died, and the show does not shy away from his pain and conflicted emotions. that's the a-plot of the episode. in the b-plot, a ventriloquist's dummy commits suicide. not the ventriloquist. the dummy. and it's one of the best episodes of a start to finish stellar season.

and if you are still not convinced to give the show a try, watch this compilation of the best dan fielding moments. then watch all nine seasons of night court (available for free on freevee!) for more.

[craseycazy]

I hope this doesnt come across as rude, but I am genuenly curious. You said that you fucking hated back to the future. Since i am one of the biggest bttf fans out there, thats hard for me to understand. But i want to learn about criticism to these movies i love do much and so far i have not met anybody who activly disliked these movies, so i am taking this chance to ask, for what, if any, reasons there are to hate back to the future. I hope this isnt a rude thing to ask

dw anon its not rude at all!

in all honesty i haven't watched back to the future since the quarantine and my mom showed it to my sister and i as part of a movie marathon.

i tried really hard to get into it but it never really hooked me in like other 80s movies did (like the michael keaton batman movies or bill and ted did). the plot seemed, odd. like there wasnt much reason to go back in time. and the whole "marty getting a crush on his mom" misunderstanding didnt help either

basically; i don't really know why i hate it. the sequels werent very good either and i felt it couldve done better in general. also im a hater. i love hating.

[lukeskywalking]

I want your power man. How did you forget the sequels? Where can one learn this power?

how to forget the sequels in 4 steps: 

1. be petty

2. be stubborn

3. read thrawn trilogy again

4. when content shows up, either online or irl, just

and remember!!! canon is a construct of man!!! 

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

do you have a masterlist?

Ps.Love your writing!!

Thank you anon!!! ❤❤Now, I didn't have a masterlist until now, but here ya go.

Edit: I fixed it because I've finally got the hang of hyperlinks. This is everything I ever wrote here and I might update it every once in a while.

Note: The prompts don't all have the titles I wrote here, they're titled after numbers, the titles here are just based on themes.

P.S: You guys can use anything I've tagged as a prompt, as in continue it even if I've done a continuation, write smth based on it or a prompt fill for my short prompts. Please just tag me if you do! But the fragments of my story are NOT for use in anyway. Anything tagged as 'NOT A PROMPT' shouldn't be used please. I love reblogs sm, but NO reposts please!

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Prompts W/Superpowers

Mind Reading (Emotional angst)

Mind Reading Pt.2 (comfort in a way)

Wind + Geokinesis (Emotional angst mostly, a little comfort)

Fire vs. Ice (humour, found family)

Lightning + Shape-shifting (dark(er) humour)

Captured (angst, mysterious-ish)

Flying +W/ Powers x Powerless (humour, fight scene)

Difficult Past/Present (Angst)

Parents? (emotional angst, a little comfort)

When They Don't Care (humour and angst somehow)

Never Enough (family angst w/some comfort)

Sequel to Never Enough (more family angst w/some comfort

Together (mysterious, a little bit of whump, implied comfort)

Stars in a Pitch Black Sky (angst then sweet fluff)

Light after Dark (slightly whumpy angst that ends in romance)

Misunderstandings (ah yes, another angsty fic that ends in romance, f/m)

Second Chance (rich hero x poor villain)

How Many Lies on the Road to Truth? (mysterious, moral greyness, a hint of romance)

How Many Lies on the Road to Truth, Part 2

How Many Lies on the Road to Truth, Part 3

Maybe Romantic

Touch-starved (married hero x villain)

Dance with me? (not actually me, the characters, lol)

Yes, I Even Made This One Angsty

When It Gets Too Much

When It Gets Too Much Pt.2

Speechless (Cocky hero x flustered villain)

Turning Tables (Flirty villain x even flirtier hero)

Tied Together (Married hero x villain again)

Romance Your Demons

Somewhere Beyond the Ashes (angsty at first, f/m)

Intoxicating Love (villain gets hero drunk)

Love & Blood (Vampire hero x human villain, f/m)

Reborn (Vampire villain x human hero, pretty flirty)

Bloody Love Letter (f!villain /m!civilian, flirty, confession)

Why Do You Hesitate? (f!hero/m!villain, slightly angsty but sweet confession fic)

I Do (forced marriage, f/m)

I Do Part 2

romanticide (f/m, flirty villain x flustered hero)

I Messed Around with Whump

Mystery

Now with a Vampire (dw, they don't sparkle)

Supervillains Are the Worst

Supervillains Still Suck (the previous one's Sequel)

Change

Change Pt.2

Change Pt.3

Change Pt.4

Loss

Loss Pt.2

Reluctance

Revenge (what it says on the label, not a prompt!)

Relentless (Team Leader whump)

Poisoned Honey (Yandere supervillain x hero darling)

Reversed Power (Villain x civilian)

Under His Wing (Found family, grumpy villain accidentally gets a surrogate younger brother)

Burning Up (sickfic, f/m)

Rescue of Convenience (Morally grey vigilante rescues beat-up villain with the craziest trust issues)

Rescue of Convenience Part 2

My Hero (Yandere villain x hero darling)

Mind Games (detective x hero) Can't be You (hero x villain, pretty angsty)

Your Rather Irritating Frenemy (Fluff & humour)

Why Are You Here?

Let's End All Essays

Tired?

New Year's

Someone Close By

Fragments of a Book Series I'm NOT Running Away From (No)

Heart In My Teeth (Angst, fear)

Thunderstorms (Fluffy-ish)

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up (Angsty fight scene)

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up, Part 2 (manipulative hero lies to survive x villain)

Reverie (Angsty, mental health stuff)

Liar (posted from my non-writing sideblog, don't ask why)

Why I Hide

Last Line Tag (technically snippet)

Short Prompts

Death or Lack Thereof

Short-circuiting

Espressos and Destruction

Ambiguity

You (rich villain x tired hero)

In the Shadows (Mystery, loneliness)

Ruin

Alliance of Convenience (fake dating, scary hero, flirtationssss???)

Love with All the Stakes

More Truth than Lie

For me, mon amour?

Even Stone Can Change

The World Will Be Ours (villain x villain)

Prompt Fills

When Only Shadows Remain (sneak peak at an h x v series I plan to write)

Not Always Vengeance (Whumpy, but mostly angsty, rescue)

Not Hero X Villain Masterlist

An Ungodly Amount of Starters I Just Made Up Now

Angsty

"So it was all a lie?"

"Sorry? If you kill someone, does saying sorry to their corpse bring them back?"

"I'm used to being walked out on. What difference does it make if one more person does it?"

"Well, I'm sorry that I didn't put you first for ONCE in my life!"

"You say 'love' but do you even know what that word means?"

Fluffy

"You, me, movie marathon. And no, that is not a question."

"I don't think it's fair that anyone gets to be that cute, to the point that they can get away with all sorts of crap!"

"If you won't take care of yourself, I will!"

"How could someone see you, and just resist cuddling you?"

"This is nice and all, but I need to go to the bathroom. So, can you please get off my lap? Please?"

Goofy Villain

"Can you please die faster?"

"Do I look like a guy with a plan?"

"No, you look like an idiot without one. And yes, I know you're quoting Dark Knight."

"Now, I'd narrate my tragic backstory to you, but I'm too lazy."

"Yeah, and what are you going to defeat me with? The power of friendship?"

"I'd really do the 'join me and we could be great speech', but you're an annoying, little brat so I'm just gonna go back to trying to kill you, hm?"

Confession starters

"I'm no good with the, ya know, emotional stuff. But I don't want to imagine a world where you don't exist in my life. I love you."

"The way I love you is how fire loves destruction and how a drowning person loves a lifeline. Ths greatest poet on Earth could not string together enough words to describe the feelings I have for you."

"Here goes. Every. Single. Thing. I love you."

"Goddamn it, I love you!"

"I want you to be mine, if you would agree to let me be yours."

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Music Lunchbox Thingy

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anon: hi! can you do a draco x reader where we’re having a mini party in our dorm with draco? then a certain “spicy” song comes on and reader goes to skip it but the radio/recorder won’t work? then she gets all flustered bc of the words in the song n all, no rush also thx :))

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: When the plan to throw a mini party in an effort to make friends with people of her own house goes awry, the least she expected to turn up happens to be the only guest she would have.

Words: 3.2k

angst || fluff

Warnings: light cursing + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: BABE I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!! Sorry it took so long. I changed it up a bit, sorry hshdueiw hope you like it tho. And dw, i got your other requests :)) Let me know what you think bb + i also low key wanna make a sequel to this omfg

-> not proofread

By eight p.m., she had prepared the cake and cupcakes her parents sent her earlier that day on the table as she waited for her classmates to stop by. Nobody dared to meet her gaze. She rolled her eyes at this, but still sat alone on one of the couches as she tried to catch someone’s eye.

She’d been a Slytherin for years now yet she hadn’t made a single friend in her own house. She scoffed at the memory of crying as she wrote a letter to her mother asking to take her home. But now, she stood her ground in hopes of befriending at least a few of her housemates.

Although she had accepted it by now, there were still instances where she wanted to march into Dumbledore’s office and rip the Sorting Hat to shreds for putting her into this wretched House.

Nobody seemed to be approaching the food she laid before them, and so she decided it’d be best to pull out all the stops. Standing up from the couch, she looked at each and every person in the common room as she went for the dormitories.

Her roommates were huddled to one of the beds, talking about something she did not understand but she heard familiar names of Slytherin boys. They glanced at her briefly but went back to what they were doing, huddling closer together. She approached her bed and crouched down to pull something out her mother had sent her a week ago (she’d been working on it too).

She threw the box on her bed harder than she intended to that the other girls flinched. She slightly bowed in apology then both parties went back to their own businesses; her to her box and them to their chatter.

When she opened the box’s cover, she pulled out an old radio. Throughout the week, she had stripped it of its electronic contents and proceeded to enchant it to function properly with magic. She took it out and dropped it on her bed, gently this time.

Inspecting the antenna, she raised it up and pressed a button. Static sounded, and she murmured another apology as she slipped away from the dormitory to go back to the common room, eager to leave the company of her roommates.

When she came back, she saw that some had taken cupcakes from the tray she set on the table. Imbeciles, she thought. Rotten pure-bloods. . .

Frowning, she refused to meet any of their eyes. Her first instinct was to check the cake and if they had touched it at all. To her relief, they haven’t even opened the box yet. She spotted another Slytherin boy wiping icing off his mouth.

“Fine,” she muttered under her breath as she helped herself to the remaining cupcakes. She moaned mockingly in delight, and the other students steered clear of her; some went to their dormitories with one last dirty look at her as they left while some chuckled.

She put the stereo on the table, watching as they cowered in disgust at the Muggle object. She leaned back on her couch, crossing her arms as she did so. Let them run, they won’t have a piece of my delicious cake.

By ten and a half p.m., the common room’s only occupants left were the empty and crumpled cupcake liners, the old radio with its antenna up in the air, and [Y/N] herself who was sitting with her legs crossed as if she were an arrogant monarch; which she might as well have been.

Sighing, she stood up and finally lifted the cake off the box and placed it neatly on white parchment. There was a card on the box telling her Happy Birthday. It was from her parents, both of whom have been disappointed to know their little witch won’t be spending her birthday with them.

She picked up the candle and looked at it for a few seconds before deciding she did not want to ruin the top of the cake, so she pulled out her wand and lit it up instead.

“Happy Birthday to me,” she said. “Nox!”

She blew her wand for the sake of make-believe that it was an actual candle. In her mind, there were trails of smoke and if she just closed her eyes tight enough, she could see her family watching her with hopeful eyes in the exact scenario on her tenth birthday back when all this wizarding junk: her father holding their new film camera, taking pictures; her mother clapping along as they sang her Happy Birthday. . . .

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” said a familiar voice from the entrance. [Y/N] didn’t bother to look, having heard that voice whining all the time in the common room about everyone and everything for the past five years.

“Isn’t it past yours?” she said, lifting her wand to point it right at the cake but paused halfway through. She still didn’t look up. “Come to gloat or bloat?”

She could hear the source of the voice sigh and shift, but she paid him no mind as she scrutinized her cake.

“What are you even doing here at this hour?” The voice started to go down the stairs from the entrance now and when she heard the footsteps stop, something plopped down on the couch opposite hers. “Is that a cake?”

“I’m having a party,” she replied. “As a matter of fact, this is the best party I could ever ask for. Well, your company excluded.”

[Y/N] finally met his eyes, which were staring back at her curiously. The same eyes that looked at her with what she could have only assumed as disdain and indifference.

“A pity party, you mean.” The boy leaned back in the couch, eyeing the chandelier before catching sight of the stereo on the table. “Is that a Muggle stereo?”

“What else can it be?” she said with in a discouraging tone as she pulled it by the handle towards her. It made a scratching noise, so she simply grabbed it and put it on her lap. “I enchanted it to work with magic, but it still plays what you egotistic pure-bloods call Muggle music. Like, just call it music for Pete’s sake, it’s not that deep!”

He seemed taken aback by her outburst, having never heard her talk at all. Sure, there were the mocking faces they exchanged with each other and all that but they were actually talking right now.

“What even is your ���party’ for?” said the boy as he cleared his throat.

“It’s my wretched birthday and it’s past ten, so I can’t really go out to the Great Hall with people of which I enjoy the company because of the damned curfew.”

“Then why didn’t you go out before that? Haven’t you been here since eight?”

“Yeah, but I told them I was gonna make an ‘effort’ with my ‘kind’ so, well, that went out the window.” [Y/N] laughed to herself. She gestured at the cake. “You want some?”

When he didn’t respond, [Y/N] simply blowed a raspberry, pulling the cake closer to her to cut a piece for herself with her wand. “Don’t wanna accept anything from the Muggleborn Slytherin, yeah?”

“I was just thinking maybe you’d want to Engorgio the heck of that cake,” he reasoned.

“Don’t call it like that! And no, my parents gave it to me like this so I will eat it exactly as it is.” She cut out two pieces for the two of them and set it on two separate plates with forks. She slid it over to him and leaned back to savor the creamy flavor of the treat when she noticed the boy hadn’t touched his. “You can bring it up with you to your dorm if you’d like, just please don’t call me a you-know-what.”

“What? No! Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” he replied. [Y/N] flushed at the word of apology, but didn’t want to mention it in fear of jeopardizing the flow of their conversation. She followed his gaze, which she realized was fixed on the stereo. “Does the” — he made string-like gestures with his fingers — “the long stick thing” — he made pretend bunny ears on his head, [Y/N] was holding back a laugh — “the stick thing. . . .I don’t know what’s it called, but does it work?”

“Don’t know yet, but I did put a tape in,” she said. “You wanna see?”

“Okay,” he said casually.

[Y/N] turned to him with wide eyes, scratching her neck. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, okay.” She then put the stereo on the table again and pulled out the cassette tape she kept in the pocket of her robes. “The antenna might not work, but this has better chances.”

“Antenna? Oh!” The boy kept his eyes trained to the stereo, studying it with furrowed brows. [Y/N] couldn’t tell if it was a bad thing or not, so she just nodded in reply and proceeded to open the cassette cover to put in the tape into the player.

“Honestly, I don’t really know what it’s really called,” she confessed as she skimmed the buttons. “It’s old, I’m not sure if it’s a boombox, stereo, radio, or whatever. There’s a lot of stuff. But this one’s got AM and FM. It’s complicated.”

He looked like he was about to ask something but shut his mouth when the tape started to make sounds, a sign that it was about to play. “Hey, it’s working!” she exclaimed.

“So,” he said as he leaned forward to finally pull the abandoned piece of cake in front of him, “this boom. . . .music lunchbox. . . .thingy plays music?”

Do not laugh, do not laugh, do not laugh.

A snort escaped her mouth, or wherever. [Y/N] cleared her throat. “Choked on cake,” she implied. “But yeah, it does. Hold up.”

She fumbled for the buttons, hoping the magic did not mess up its inner workings that much. “Now, I’m not sure what this tape is. I haven’t labelled it properly yet, but I might do it this summer.”

The intro to Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper started playing, and she snapped her fingers along to the beat. She looked at the blond boy, who seemed to still be trying to get a grasp of the song. “Right? Right?” she said enthusiastically.

“It’s catchy, I guess,” he said as the song continued into the first verse. “I don’t know, I think I prefer classics.”

“Well, this was released about twelve years ago. I think it’s fun.” She had already put down her own plate of cake to give her more space to at least make finger snaps. “And she didn’t lie when she said we just wanna have fun.”

He started to eat his own piece of cake, and he made a sound she had never expected to hear. “Woah, calm down.”

“This is surprisingly delicious,” he said. “By the way, keep that down.”

She settled herself to reach forward for the stereo. Putting it on her lap, she skimmed the buttons again. “What was it again?” she muttered to herself. Gambling with her own subconscious, she pressed one button.

The song stopped playing and the intro to Never Gonna Give You Up started playing. She had to stifle a laugh. “Yeah, uh, I like this one too. Let me just figure it out.”

Come on, please be the right button. The icons on the buttons were faded, and it was hard telling which was which. She pressed the same button repetitively. It made static noises until I Want to Know What Love Is began. She risked a glance at the boy’s way. To her dismay, he was staring back.

“Uh. . . .sultry? Sorry, sorry.” She felt her confidence dwindling as the lyrics came on. Please, please, please, anything but this.

The song stopped playing, and she could hear the tape struggling to keep up. Just when she thought she’d been making progress, this happens. “Good gourmet, I love this artist but. . .wait, sorry, I really am.”

Strumming my pain with his fingers. . .

Singing my life with his words. . .

“Not now, Roberta Flack,” she said impatiently, sweating. “I’m just gonna head up to the corner where— Oh, wait I think this is it.”

She dared not to look up this time, but she could hear him enough to know it was his turn to stifle a laugh (or laughs, she didn’t know which was worse).

It can’t get worse.

It.

Can’t.

Get.

WORSE.

As if to spite her, George Michael decided it most definitely can. The saxophone riff came in roughly, and she just remained frozen in her seat.

“Okay, uh, you know what? Just leave it.” He cleared his throat, taking the cake to slice and eat a bit of it in an effort not to give away that he’d been holding back his laughter for way too long. “It’s definitely. . . .something.”

“No! Wait, I’m trying.” She kept on forcibly pressing on each button. Never again, never again, never again.

Careless Whisper wouldn’t leave no matter how hard she tried. With a sigh, he put the stereo — it’s what she decided on calling — down on the table. She didn’t talk for a while after that.

I feel so unsure. . .

As I take your hand and lead it to the dance floor. . .

“You’re awfully quiet now,” said the boy. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”

“Er — right, thanks.”

Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes. . .

I’m never gonna dance again, guilty feet have—

The song stopped playing. “Yes, yes, shut up.”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” This time, he was actually laughing. “My bad, I couldn’t help it. Sorry.”

Regaining her nerve, she sat straighter in her seat. “You’ve apologized, like, three times in the past few minutes. Why’re you being nice?”

“I liked it when you were all shy,” he pouted. “Eh, I just wanted cake without being a prick.”

“You know, just saying that already makes you one.”

“Then I guess I just wanted cake,” he smiled at her, and she felt compelled to return it back, so she did. “This one tastes really good, by the way.”

“Thanks, my mum and dad sent it to me. I also had cupcakes earlier but those little turds ate them wi—”

Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, flourishing music. “Eternal Flame by the Bangles! That one’s really good!”

She sang along, a bit off-key. But it was fun, so she found that it didn’t even matter.

“It’s alright, but do you have one we could dance to?”

“Woah, Mr. Prefect wants to dance? Alright, I hear you, I hear you.” They were both laughing now, and it was by far the most fun she’d ever had. “Okay, I think I know how to work this out now. The magic messed it up but if I just press these two. . .”

Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us started playing. “It worked! You wanna dance?” She wasted no time, standing up on her toes to make flailing gestures with her arms, a terribly awful choreography. “I don’t dance, but you should give it a try! Come on.”

He hesitantly stood up, putting the plate of his cake right next to hers. He started clapping along to the light music until the first verse came.

“Sing along, too!” she encouraged. When he didn’t utter a single word, she blew a raspberry. “This world that I’ve found is too good to be true. . .”

“Standing here beside you. . . Won’t— Want— I don’t know!” He was a bit late to the lyrics, but she understood — he didn’t know the song, so she lead on. They were both having fun, but by the moment they held hands together to make funky moves, something else played.

Oh, my love, my darling. . .

I’ve hungered for your touch. . .

A long, lonely time. . .

They were awfully close, their hands touching. She was the first to pull away, burning up. The song continued to play.

[Y/N] pulled out her wand and hurriedly split the remaining cake in two and settled the other half on her empty plate.

Oh, right, why haven’t I thought of it? She pointed at the stereo and straight-up said, “Silencio!”

It kept playing, but it was slurred enough to distort the song. “Alright, uh, you can—” she almost tripped over the rug but she stood her ground, not wanting to drop the huge mound of cake she dumped on her plate. “You can eat that in your dorm.”

“You forgot your lunch— stereo.” He was holding it up at her.

“Oh! You can keep it.” He raised his brows at her, an amused grin on his face. ���Or throw it away, I don’t care! I’m sorry, I gotta go. You know, sleep? And you should too, ‘cause. . .prefect, right?”

Just when she was about to head to her dorm, he called out to her. “My name’s Draco Malfoy, by the way!”

“I know! And I’m—”

“I know, [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Thanks for the cake!”

“Thanks for the. . .” She paused in her tracks to turn back to him. To her surprise, he was still looking at her, a playful smile still on his face. “I don’t know, uh, just thanks!”

“Oh, and, hey!”

“Yes?” Don’t drop, cake. Don’t drop, cake.

“Happy Birthday again, princess.”

“Prin—” DON’T DROP, CAKE. She fumbled for the plate, her hand shaking and her eyes wide. “Did you just call me princess?”

“I did, d’you like it?”

“Uh, okay, well, congratulations?” she said, unsure. She was probably the same color as a tomato by now, she could feel the heat not just in her cheeks but also all over her face. ”I mean, sorry, but thanks. Happy Birthday, too.”

And with that, she rushed to her dorms but the moment she left, she could’ve sworn she heard him humming Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now as he laughed to himself while picking up the stuff on the table.

That night as she peacefully ate her cake in the comfort of her four-poster bed, she found herself humming the tune of the same song. It was about two in the morning now, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was also awake humming the song just like she was or if he was already in a deep slumber.

Princess?

She almost choked on her cake, and so she decided it was best to keep it away for the time-being and finally lay in bed.

Was he flirting with me? She thought to herself. Nah, he was probably just being friendly.

To her, she counted him as one friend made in her mind.

But to him?

Well, he didn’t know either. He liked her company enough to keep what he called the music lunchbox thingy under his bed as he ate his own piece of cake and to think about dancing with her in that way again and to. . . . Oh, he did know.

He thought about what she’d said when he first came in.

“As a matter of fact, this is the best party I could ever ask for. Well, your company excluded.”

“I bet you like it better with my company now, huh?” He smiled at the ceiling, flushing when he realized he’d been talking to himself and so decided it’d be best to sleep.

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[sungbeam]

helloo i'm user wakeable who rb'ed earlier (sorry i have to be anon cause it's a sideblog) i'm just replying to ur comment on WSLM (actually idk what is the right method to reply back) but ahhhh i'm more delighted to have made ur day/night!! when i first read the title i was like DAMN.... this sounds like it's gonna be an emotional ride and it really was when the relationship started to break down i was just as devastated... T_T (cl how dare you tell ur lover to not contact back again?) but ofc it had a happy ending (thank u so much). i would like to wonder if cl did continue being a basketball player in this au i would TOTALLY be his supportive athlete wife (it's actually a fantasy of mine LOL)

i became a dream stan sometime ago and chenle is my bias ehehe so it was a very nice read!! now i gotta read your whole masterlist later :D take care!! :)

USER WAKEABLE HELLO (ﾉ´∀｀*) OFC I DEF REMEMBER U AHHHHHH how could i not tbh

but !! dw lol u made my morning too by popping into my inbox haha and usually people either send in an anon ask or just rb the post again ? if they want to like continue the convo but they have a side blog if that makes sense

omg yess the title :') the moment i decided on that title, i knew it was gonna be ten times more emotional haha i actually listened to lyn lapid's cover of when she loved me on repeat while writing 😭😭 i just had a whole playlist of sad and comfort songs i listened to and it fueled my writing 😅

DUDE NO FR WHEN I WROTE THAT PART EVEN I WAS YELLING LIKE it's SO difficult to write these idols in a bad light like that sometimes :( esp when i love chenle sm but it was necessary 😔

i actually haven't decided what he'll do afterwards— wait nevermind that's a lie 🤡 i def know where i would go for the sequel but i don't wanna spoil haha 😃 BUT U SHOULD TOTALLY KEEP IMAGINING THAT OMG THATS THE DREAM FRFR if u want tho, here's this that i wrote before the full oneshot if u wanted a little more insight into their possible future

(but omg ajfndknckd you'd read my entire m.list 😳😳😳 my love language /hj)

[hacked-by-jake]

Hi HBJ, how are you? did you notice that the image of stories from today's Everbyte tip has changed? they put a filter where the letters move, don't you remember what happened when Jake hacked? 👀 Everbyte.... Everbyte....I'm cardiac

anything from Everbyte I'm freaking out and making theories, help

Hey, dear Anon. Well, I'm fine, thank you a lot for asking. Hope you’re doing good too. <3

And yes, I noticed it immediately!! xD

Usually vs today (January 17)

And yes number two: I immediately had to think of Jake! Of course it could just be that they wanted to make a new style, but it’s interesting that they have chosen it. It could be that they want to draw more attention to the story to the eye-catching colors. I mean, a lot of people skipping through Instagram stories really fast. Such colors are definitely more noticeable and so more people see the new sneak peek. So maybe it’s just that, but Everbyte knows that we take every little thing apart and analyze it all very carefully. Like little detectives. :P So I am sure that they also know that we react exactly as we do right now. If it has a real reason, another hint I don’t know, it’s possible, but maybe just a new style. We have to wait and hope, but I am glad that I am not the only one who had to think about it immediately. :P

[ifweburnweburntogether]

I would love to know why you decided to write IWBWBT? Was it your first ff? Do you write in your rl too? Because your writing is so good! Btw love the master in the sequel!

Hi! ♥︎

Suuuper happy you’re liking the Master in Dawn of Ashes! He’s so fun to write!

So how I decided writing IWBWBT is easy. How I had the guts to post it tho lol. That still baffles me. I write quite a bit. Like I’ve written non fanfic things since I was little. I have so many folders of handwritten stories in boxes at my mums house you have no idea. So I think most people who write never really stop making up stories. Like in their heads pretty much all the time. So at this particular time I was obsessed with DW and TenRose (still am, obviously). So a lot of stories were of them and originally it was really just the idea of the Doctor creating the bond to save Rose’s life. That he went off and did something he wasn’t supposed to do and risked wrecking the whole universe in the process just to save the girl he loved.

This was my first ever fanfic. And I remember how terrified I was when I posted the first few chapters (I’m still terrified when ever I post something but that’s besides the point lol). Cus it feels like I give a piece of my heart away. It probably feels like this for everyone. But if you put your heart into something and you then give it to a whole bunch of people, they can just stomp all over it. Tear it into tiny little pieces if they wish. And that is scary. Luckily this didn’t happen so I kept posting. I would still have written it but that’s why I kept posting. Because people were kind. Even when they criticised something they were kind. The DW fandom is a wonderful place.

So this is probably the reason I do not write irl. I would never dare to seriously publish something I’ve written because it will be torn apart and that would break my heart.

Thank you so much for this ask Anon! Loved answering it! I hope you are having a beautiful day ♥︎♥︎

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Read all 7 fics on AO3 here.

🌊 Day 1 “Making Amends”: Abby/Ellie post-cannon enemies->lovers (Cali Soul Part 1, AO3)

🧿 Day 2 “Scars”: Forbidden love Scar/WLF poem with a reference to Dina/Ellie (Tumblr)

🌊 👩‍👩‍👦 Day 3 “Good Son Fluff”: Abby/Ellie try to figure out post-apocalyptic transistion options as they co-parent Lev. (Cali Soul Part 4, AO3)

💖♾🔫 Day 4 “Modern AU”: Everyone lives AU. Poly!Ellie Dina/Ellie and Ellie/Riley, focused on Ellie/Riley. Very meta with something for everyone. (AO3)

🧿 Day 5 “Apocalypse Wedding”: Dina/Ellie angst with a happy ending. (AO3)

🔫 Day 6 “Hunting Together” Ellie/Riley fluff (Tumblr)

🌊 Day 7 “Rest”: Abby/Ellie kinky date fluff (Tumblr)

My fics on Tumblr:

🌊 Abby/Ellie (alternate ending)

🌊 Abby/Ellie (angst to smut)

💪 Daddy! Abby/GN! reader (smut)

💪 Abby/GN! reader (fluff)

🤜🏻🤛🏼 Ellie & Jesse (banter)

🧿 Dina/Ellie drabble

🌊 Abby/Ellie HCs Part 1

🌊 Abby/Ellie HCs Part 2

🩺 sub!Abby/Dom!Nora HCs

💪 Abby Sexual Fantasies (Part 1?)

⚔️ Assassin’s Creed: “Stay” F!Evior/GN!reader (romance)

⚔️ Assassin’s Creed: “Just Relax” F!Eivor/GN!reader (hurt/comfort, sequel of “Stay”)

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🧿 Dear: I’m currently writing a multi-chapter letter/note based epilogue for Part 2 called “Dear.” It’s a long-game Dina/Ellie reconciliation fic focused on recovery and earning forgiveness.

🌊 👩‍👩‍👦 California Soul: A post cannon Abby/Ellie enemies->lovers series. Mixture of angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and smut. Direct link to Part 1 here.

🧿 Strength: My first fic was some Dina/Ellie BDSM times.

🎸 Aftermath: A part 1 Ellie & Joel hurt/comfort ficlet.

Requests:

I take requests for:

Kinky smut or angsty kinky smut: 🧿 Dina/Ellie, 🌊 Abby/Ellie, or 💪 Abby/reader.

Fluff: 🔫 Riley/Ellie, 🦈 Abby & Lev, 🏹 Ellie & Lev, 👩‍👩‍👦 Abby/Ellie & Lev, or 🎸 Ellie & Joel.

Headcannons/similar: AMA about 🌊 Abby/Ellie or 🩺 Abby/Nora or Abby, Ellie, Dina or Nora individually bc I love thinking about them!

Abby/reader requests are limited: I basically started to take them on as a ⛓ kinky referral service 😅 sometimes when @kittycat-beans gets requests outside of what she’ll write. Please request Abby/reader elsewhere first (see recommendations below) unless either:

You are sure what you want is gonna be too obscurely kinky for other writers or

You’re wanting a Gender Neutral (GN) reader fic and/or are trans/enby/intersex/et cetera and are more comfortable requesting from me for that reason.

Things I don’t do:

Choking (overly normalised in so many fics when it’s actually hella dangerous irl, and I’m just bored of it)

Vanilla sex (I just don’t find it interesting to wanna write about)

Threesomes or group sex (Too many limbs and other body parts to keep track of)

Assume people are cis, assume people have particular body parts or combos thereof, assume people are not intersex or assume people are a given gender. If you want Abby/reader smut that explicitly refers to the body parts or genitals you have, you gotta tell me what those are. Ditto with gendered language or other language you don’t like. I can keep request details private if you let me know in your ask you don’t want it to be published. You can DM me requests to avoid the ask box limits if you’re comfortable doing so or dw about sending me a ton of asks to stay anon. I’ll write whatever body/gender/lack of gender you want, regardless of whether it’s common or not.

Ship hate (And I’m sick to death of people equating fiction about fiction with actual crimes against actual humans. Just DLDR (Don’t Like, Don’t Read), it’s not that fuckin’ hard.

Kink shame. (Fuck people who do this, but in the pejorative sense, not the sexual sense. I don’t know how well I’ll do at something until I try, but I’m open to having a go with basically any kink, even the ones most writers don’t take requests for, so go for it!)

Make fun of anyone (even actual dickheads) for how they write or speak ever. Please feel absolutely free and welcome to talk to me regardless of your level of English.

Mock any honest question whatsoever. Not sure what I mean? Perplexed by my weird British slang? Abbreviation got you like “wtf”? You can always ask. Please do.

Other things I can do:

I am open to beta reading TLOU fics: DM or send an ask and we can discuss this

Answer questions, give advice or offer feedback about writing autistic characters with sex lives, writing AutDHD characters, and/or other atypicalities that I have, DM or send an ask.

My Requests:

Requests I’ve made that were written by other wonderful writers:

Nora’s Office: Abby/Nora smut 🩺

Green-eyed: Ellie/reader smut 💚

You Can’t Keep An Eye On Me 24/7: Abby/reader bondage smut 🔐

Sweet Girl: Abby/reader hair braiding fluff 💆🏼‍♀️

Please Don’t Go: Abby, Ellie & Lev alt ending 💜

Love on the Brain: Abby/Ellie modern AU. 🧠This one wasn’t actually a request but a surprise gift 😍 that awww just all the good feels on many levels.

Other TLOU authors who I love and recommend:

Most of these writers also take requests! Make sure you check them all out and if you like them (spoiler: if you like my fics, you probably will) then please give them some love!

🐈 @kittycat-beans aka Queen Machine of Abby/reader. She has heaps of talent and heaps of fics to read. 🐈

🐇 @pinkchubbiebunnie Excellent Abby/reader author with some glorious longer reads. Writes disabled, autistic & chronically ill characters beautifully and accessibly to all. 🐇

🦸🏼‍♀️ @aka-patsywalker who is writing a unique and gripping post-cannon Dina/Ellie fic that I am loving. 🦸🏼‍♀️

👻 @hopelesslonelyghost Hot, hot, hot Ellie/reader, Dina/reader & Abby/reader stuff! 👻

📖 @f-society-arcade of Abby/librarian reader fame and excellence.📖

🧷 @punkrockmads Rightly famed for writing excellent Abby/reader modern AUs 🧷

😈 @lifeisfullofdirtysins Fellow Jesse fan who writes a huge range of glorious fluff, angst and smut for all our TLOU faves. 😈

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 @swatlesbian is currently working on some very exciting Abby/Ellie stuff, so watch this space! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

There are probably more to add

My Tags

I journal/ramble about writing sometimes, check #journalling

You can learn more about me from random asks and other things, check #about

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I also RB many ask games, check #ask games

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Main tags I use for relevant original and RBed content: #Abby Anderson #Dina #Ellie Williams #Nora Harris #Joel Miller #Riley Abel #tlou Jesse #Abby/Ellie #Dina x Ellie #Ellie x Riley #Abby x Nora

(I know there is a lack of system or logic to these tags but I’m not changing them all now)

[13leaguestories]

Hello I loveeee love dragon racer probably my most favourite hosted game ever. I’ve read other post about the sequel and I’ve seen you probably wanted for ppl to stop asking you about this however am just really really curious and am sorry if I’ve offended you by asking but will you plan to continue dragon warrior or are you thinking of making dragon racer a stand-alone. And if you feel uncomfortable with this ask you don’t have to answer it 😅. Hope you are doing well and have a good holiday .

Hey am the anon asking about dragon warrior and honestly you don’t have to answer it 😅 I’ve gone over some of the older ask about it so yh it’s okay you don’t have to answer.

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More info about this will be on my monthly forecast along with the future of DW. But you’re fine, Anon, no offense whatsoever. 

[artificialqueens]

Not Nineteen Forever (21) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega

a/n: omg i’m emotional. guys, welcome to the last chapter of n19f. this fic has been the absolute best fun to write and i truly love these girls and the journey they’ve been on so much. big big huge thanks and love to every single person that’s ever left a note, hit reblog or left me lovely anons, DMs, comments or tags, they’ve all meant the absolute world to me and i love u so much. obviously i can’t let things go, so keep an eye out for some form of sequel coming in the next few months or so (patience is a virtue xo). for one last time…….let’s go, lesbians!!!!!!!

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

tw: bit of weed in this one. no zoos, dw xo

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: the girls all went to the beach, Scarlet and Yvie made plans for after uni, and Scarlet got the degree classification she so desperately wanted.

this chapter: it’s Brooke’s graduation day.

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Brooke looked around at the chaos that was their kitchen. The kitchen utensils (which were all Nina’s that she and Yvie had shamelessly used as if they were their own over the 2 years they’d lived together) were wrapped up in bubble wrap and packed neatly into cardboard boxes which sat on top of the dining table. Yvie’s kitchenware- a blue bowl with a chip out of it, a huge white plate, a Tigger mug, and a mismatched fork, knife and spoon- had been inelegantly packed into an orange Sainsbury’s bag and left on the counter. Brooke had already packed up her own belongings and had moved them into a corner of her room so they wouldn’t take up space in the already-tiny kitchen. All their store cupboard food was in the process of being packed up for the foodbank, which was inevitably going to be flooded with the discarded super noodles, tinned soups and flavoured teas of the migrating tenants of student flats.

Yvie let out a snort from her position in front of their food cupboards, and Brooke’s heart gave a twinge at seeing them so empty. Top shelf had been hers: pasta, rice, stock cubes, and emergency maple syrup tin. The middle shelf was Nina’s: loaf of white bread, tins of tuna, ryvita, breadsticks, crisps. And Yvie’s food had occupied the bottom shelf: chocolate digestives, Ainsely Harriott cous cous, peanut butter, and sour patch kids. All gone. Except, Brooke noticed, for a jar of Marmite which had sat on the middle shelf and that Yvie was holding in her hand.

“Whose was the Marmite?” she asked, an amused tone to her voice. Nina shrugged from her position on the sofa.

“I’ve never once eaten Marmite.”

“It’s on your shelf, girl,” Yvie shrugged, her eyebrows questioning. Nina gave another shrug.

“I know. It’s always lived there. I swear to God it just turned up one day and I left it there. Thought it was one of yours because Christ knows you’re both too lazy to put it on your own damn shelves,” Nina reprimanded them both. Brooke laughed.

“You know you’re going to regret being so mean to us when you don’t live with us any more and we’re adults and it takes 9 months to clear our schedules for one singular coffee,” she raised her eyebrows at her flatmate as Nina pouted and let out a groan, held out her arms for a hug which Brooke fell into.

“Don’t! This is already too heartbreaking, I can’t believe we only have two days left here.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually organised with this moving out process.”

“I can’t believe we have a phantom jar of Marmite that nobody’s claiming,” Yvie piped up, peering at the jar with interest. “Brooke, you like this shit, right?”

“Marmite is Satan’s black fecal matter and I’m offended you think I eat it,” she deadpanned, shifting to get comfy in Nina’s lap whilst attempting to be as inconvenient as possible to her friend.

“Get the hell off me. Only my girlfriend is allowed to sit on me for so long that I lose feeling in my legs,” Nina huffed, shoving at Brooke until she relented and sat beside her. It didn’t stop her from putting her cold feet on her bare thigh though, and Nina hissed and jumped away. “I take it all back. I’m not going to miss either of you idiots at all.”

“You’re a crap liar,” Yvie smiled smugly, binning the Marmite and joining the two girls on the sofa, squeezing in between them both. “Awh, guys…it’s the end of an era.”

Brooke suddenly felt tears prick at her eyes out of nowhere. “Shut up. We’ve still got tomorrow and the next day.”

“Yeah, but tomorrow you’re gonna be doing graduation-y shit and then it’s moving day!” Nina protested. Her voice grew small, dropping to a murmur. “It’s kind of like it’s our last day.”

The girls fell silent. Yvie let out a huge puff of air from her lungs. “Don’t tell anyone I said this but I’m gonna miss you girls so fucking much.”

“Awh, Yves. I’ll miss you too,” Nina sighed, burying her face into Yvie’s shoulder and curling her arms around one of Yvie’s. “But this is good! Change is good, even if it’s scary and different. And you’re gonna be living with Scarlet! That’s exciting!”

“How’s the flat hunting going?” Brooke asked Yvie, who had a little smile on her face. Brooke didn’t know if Yvie knew that she always began to smile a little whenever Scarlet was mentioned. She wasn’t going to mention it to her. She would maybe mention it to Scarlet.

“Like I’d rather shit in my hands and clap,” Yvie groaned, running her hands down her face. “It’ll be fine, though. We’ve got a while. Her lease isn’t up until August so we’ve got a few weeks to keep looking and in the meantime I’ll just stay with her in that Dickensian death trap she calls a flat.”

The girls let out a laugh, Brooke resting her head on Yvie’s shoulder too. There was a small silence.

“At least you and Monet are sorted,” Yvie spoke again, Nina nodding in agreement. Buoyed by how well Yvie’s suggestion to Scarlet had been received, Nina had been determined not to fuck up another relationship milestone with Monet and had asked her to move in with her as well. The answer had been an emphatic yes, and the pair of them had used their terrifying teacher-levels of organisation skills to find a cute two-bed flat in a nicer, only slightly more expensive part of the city. They both knew their relationship was still new and fragile, so they’d agreed a room each was a good idea to give them their space when they each needed to work or wanted a bit of time on their own to simply do nothing. Brooke knew the two girls were joined at the hip though so they probably didn’t need that sort of contingency plan, but it was a sensible decision nonetheless.

“I can’t wait to get the keys and just vomit up a bunch of fairy lights and candles in every possible room,” she beamed, excitement radiating out of every pore. “It’s going to be so fun- we’re going to take turns cooking, and build pillow forts, and blast our songs on a Sunday morning and clean the whole place-”

“Fuck. Adulthood’s fully got you. Brooke, quick, if we run we can still save ourselves,” Yvie deadpanned, Nina giving her a whack as Brooke laughed.

“I personally can’t wait to go round and visit at every available opportunity. I’m going to move in,” Brooke smiled, and Nina gave another sad kicked-puppy pout.

“I wish. Canada is so far away,” she sighed, a little knife going through Brooke’s heart at the thought of moving back. She didn’t want to think about it, but it was just inevitable. It was happening, and it was fact. She was going back to Canada. She didn’t really know what she was doing, she hadn’t found herself a flat, and she didn’t have a job to earn money and pay the rent with even if she had, so she was flying home.

She really didn’t want to think about leaving. She didn’t want to think about leaving the city, constantly busy with tourists and families and drunk students and Very Important Working Adults. She didn’t want to think about leaving the park, with the cherry blossom trees that lined every path and fond memories of barbecues and picnics and drinking in the sun with the girls. She didn’t want to think about leaving uni- because as stressful as all hell her degree had been, she’d loved studying fashion design, loved making prototypes, loved learning about something she loved, even though her degree was fuck all use to her trying to get an actual job. She didn’t want to think about leaving the flat: the shower with its drippy head, the hob with the one gas burner that didn’t work, the carpet in her room with the incongruous red faded stain, the fucking Sports Direct mug. The girls that she loved so much her heart felt sore if she thought too much about it: Nina singing obnoxiously early as she got ready for placement, Yvie making the kitchen into a war zone trying new recipes, the ridiculous squabbles they got into about the washing up, pre-pre-drinks where they shared a bottle of pink Gordon’s and splashed mixers into their mismatched glasses and sang along to Ariana Grande at the top of their lungs.

Tears stung at her eyes again, and she swallowed the big lump in her throat to shoo them away. It was too late though, as Nina had seen her glassy eyes and reached over to hug her. Her own voice was thick with tears as she spoke.

“Oh, girls,” she let out a shaky breath, Brooke giving up the fight as she felt her own tears drop down onto her hoodie. “Change is good…but it’s shit.”

“Fuck you both, I’m not crying,” Yvie said, her breathing all shuddery and letting them both know that was a lie. The girls all sat and held each other as they wept quietly, mourning the death of their student careers and this life they’d lived for three years that they’d all too often taken for granted.

Brooke was the first to dry her tears, giving one decisive sniff and sweeping under both her eyes with determination. “Right. I’m putting a stop to this, we’re not spending our kind-of last night in the flat sitting crying like a bunch of babies. We’re going to order food, get high as St Peter’s balls and watch shitty game shows that make us yell at the TV. Okay?”

She was happy that Yvie and Nina both snorted a weepy laugh and nodded at her. “Okay.”

And the three girls did just what Brooke had suggested. There was, however, bickering about where they should order from. Yvie wanted sushi from the tiny little place tucked away in a back street that did bento boxes with prawn katsu and salmon maki which were like little rice parcels of heaven. Nina wanted Chinese from their favourite takeaway that delivered from out in the suburbs and where, for about fifteen points all in, you could get a banquet of sweet and sour chicken in sticky red sauce, crispy golden salt and chilli chips with huge red jewels of chilli and slices of garlic, chicken fried rice in a rich Cantonese gravy which bound everything together and chow mein with soft spring onion slices and huge chunks of onions all tossed in soy sauce. Brooke’s selection won in the end though as her argument was the strongest- “I might not taste any of this again, Canada is a long fucking journey, okay?!”- so they ordered burritos and chips and salsa from the incredibly-overpriced-but-worth-it burrito bar on campus. They finished the last of the weed that had been wrapped in tin foil and cling film and shoved to the back of the broom cupboard along with the bong, and they made horrifying cocktails from the dregs of their leftover spirits and mixers. The burritos arrived and they stuck Challenge TV on and shouted at the Catchphrase contestants who couldn’t get the most obvious fucking catchphrases Brooke had ever seen in her life.

The evening was perfect.

They talked about Brooke’s graduation tomorrow, Nina and Yvie both saying how proud they were of her. Brooke was glad she had the girls, since her Mum’s flight over to see her graduate had been cancelled because of freak winds back in Canada. Brooke had already cried to her over facetime about it, but Yvie had managed to find the link to the livestream that was only meant to be shown on campus, and she’d sent Brooke’s Mum the link so Brooke knew she would be watching even if she couldn’t properly be there. As soon as they’d heard the news, the girls had all agreed on the group chat to set up camp in the union and watch the livestream (as Brooke and Plastique would be graduating at the same ceremony) and then take photos with them both afterwards outside the great hall as if they were a gaggle of proud Mums. Even though it wouldn’t be what she’d planned, Brooke was still looking forward to it.

It was around midnight before Brooke took herself off to bed, and just as she got cosy underneath the duvet her phone lit up with a notification. She couldn’t help the smile that involuntarily shot to her face when she realised it was Vanessa.

V: hey what’s ya fav Kanye West album mine is GRADUATION!!!!!!! How you feelin about tomorrow boo? xxxxxx

Brooke let out a laugh, muffling it too late with her hand when it came out louder than expected. Christ, she loved the girl so much.

B: Kanye West is a misogynist pig and i won’t stand for him xxxxxx

B: Stronger is a bop though xxxxxx

V: You got that one right xxxxxx

B: And I’m good! Big jumble of feelings. Big happy/sad vibes xxxxxx

V: I know it’s bittersweet af xxxxxx

V: Me n Scar just held each other and cried once the ceremony was over xxxxxx

Vanessa and Scarlet had graduated last week, as had their other friends. Brooke and Plastique’s graduation date was the latest and so they were graduating last. She didn’t mind that, though. The longer she could stay being a student the better.

B: Lol we just had a big cry as a full flat xxxxxx

V: Don’t lmao idk what we gonna be like when our lease is up xxxxxx

Brooke scrolled up and looked at all the texts they’d exchanged from the past two months, the same signature of six kisses at the end of them all. They hadn’t really spoken about where they were relationship-wise since the night in the library. Maybe Vanessa didn’t want to. Maybe it was for the best. Brooke’s heart hurt as she realised she was going to be on the other side of the world in a matter of days, and maybe Vanessa didn’t want to see her ever again. She frowned at her own thoughts before tears had a chance to start welling in her eyes again. It had been good to truly get back to where she’d been before with Vanessa- just texting random garbage, having deep chats about the future, being ever-so-slightly flirty with each other. She thought about confronting the issue head on over text, but it wasn’t the medium through which to have that kind of conversation.

As if Vanessa could read her mind, however, another text came through.

V: When do you fly back again? 20th? xxxxxx

Brooke’s heart felt sore.

B: 12th xxxxxx

V: oh right

Brooke’s pulse froze at the lack of kisses. Her fingers ghosted over her screen, trying to figure out what to type. Vanessa sorted the problem for her.

V: fuck I wish you weren’t leaving xxxxxx

Brooke’s heart swelled up then popped. Was this the time? No. But their time was running out, she knew that much. Maybe she could see her before she left. She’d see her after her graduation anyway.

B: I wish I wasn’t either xxxxxx

B: But you’re coming tomorrow yeah? Xxxxxx

V: Wouldn’t miss it for the world baby xxxxxx

Fuck, she would miss her so much. She’d already told Vanessa how much she meant to her, just how fucking incredible she was in every way, and yet Brooke felt like doing it again.

She didn’t, because it would be too weird. But she wanted to more than anything.

V: You gonna look so beautiful and clever tomorrow I just know it xxxxxx

Brooke smiled to herself, blushing on her own at the compliment. Vanessa seemed to be firing risky texts to her left right and centre, so Brooke took a risk of her own.

B: Not as beautiful as you xxxxxx

She almost threw her phone away once she’d sent it. A reply came back almost instantly.

V: Stop with the lies xxxxxx

She was leaving in two days so she sent another risky one, caution truly pissed into the wind.

B: You’re honestly the most beautiful girl in the world xxxxxx

At that point Brooke put her phone face down on her bedside table and decided to sleep, her heart full of butterflies and her thoughts filled with the ridiculously massive crush she had on the girl she’d been idiotic enough to let go the first time.

When Brooke woke up, her phone was blowing up with messages. The one she checked first was from Vanessa in reply to the one she’d sent last night, and was simply a series of heart eye emojis. The next one she opened was a text from her Mum, paragraphs of pride and love for her daughter that made Brooke want to cry already. The others were all from the chat- Silky, Akeria, Vanessa, Scarlet, Yvie and Nina all spamming it with messages of luck and love for her and Plastique, and promising they’d be watching the screen and waiting outside for them when the ceremony was done.

Brooke got ready in a dream-like haze. She took her smart black tailored dress out of the cupboard where it had been hanging for the past month, the garment more ready for graduating than she was. She showered then dried her hair, curling it and brushing out so it made waves down her back. She put on her makeup- browns and nudes with only the tiniest bit of highlight. When she stepped into her dress and heels and looked at herself in front of the mirror, she hardly recognised herself.

She looked like an adult. A woman with her life stretching out in front of her, ready to be whatever she made of it.

Brooke phoned a taxi- it was raining just a little, even though it was already July- and pulled on a smart black coat when she saw it pull up outside, dashing carefully down the steps of the stairwell and out into the new day.

Graduation wasn’t til 11, but Brooke had arranged to meet up with Plastique beforehand anyway, just so they could be excited together. When Brooke pulled up at the taxi rank outside the square and the huge ceremony hall, she could see Plastique and her Mum there already, standing bickering amongst the growing gaggle of students and families. The sight only hurt Brooke a bit, until she remembered the girls would all be watching, and her Mum would be watching too no matter how far away. It would, after all, be about one and a half hours of waiting for Brooke to walk across the stage, take a scroll and shake a hand, and then it would all be over.

It was scary to think that that was all that was separating her and the adult world.

Trying not to get too deep and to instead just enjoy the day, Brooke excitedly paid the driver and dashed out of the taxi, Plastique spotting her running towards her and giving an excited squeal. She opened her arms out for a hug which Brooke crashed into.

“Bitch! How are you!” Plastique cried, Brooke only squeezing her tightly in response. “I’m so excited! And sad. And excited! And emotional.”

“Yeah, I can tell!” Brooke teased, Plastique laughing as she stepped out of the hug and gestured to her Mum, dressed very glamorously in a blue dress, blue heels and a pink fascinator. The occasion didn’t really call for it but Plastique’s Mum was always one to embrace the potential glamour in every situation, and so she had gone all out.

“You’ve met my Mum, right?” Plastique smiled. Brooke nodded and waved her a hello. She’d met her once at their second year showcase, the woman keeping her in stitches with her hilarious stories.

“I have! Nice to see you again, Alyssa.”

Alyssa, throwing formalities out of the window, instead pulled Brooke into a crushing hug. “And you too, my angel! Awh, Lord, ‘Tique told me all about your Mama’s flight. My heart is absolutely breakin’ for you, honey. I would’ve sent a plane over for her but nobody’s flying out of there come hell or high water.”

Brooke suppressed a laugh, finding it unbelievable that “I’ll just get her a plane” was on Alyssa’s list of options. “It’s okay Alyssa. Thank you, though. She’s going to watch the live stream, Yvie hooked her up with a link.”

“Well I’ll be your Mama just for today, girl. I am so proud of you both!” Alyssa cried, putting both her hands on Plastique’s shoulders and sighing. “Look at my intelligent daughter, out here gettin’ degrees and lookin’ so beautiful at the same time.”

Plastique smiled at her Mum lovingly, the two of them sharing one last hug before she and Brooke took themselves off to pick up their robes. It was surreal actually wearing the gown, all billowing and black, and helping each other fix their hoods, light blue with fringes of pink. They went to get their graduation photos taken, Brooke surprised that they were given a prop degree to hold as she’d always thought it was her actual degree she’d be holding. She laughed as Plastique moaned to her about not being able to see the photo until it got mailed to her, and the fact that her Mum ordered about twenty four copies so even if it was horrible she wouldn’t ever be able to escape it. Alyssa texted Plastique to tell her she’d gone into the hall to get a good seat, so her and Brooke decided to just go and sit ready anyway. They had to say goodbye to each other briefly until the end of the ceremony, as everyone had to sit in alphabetical order. As she waited for the ceremony to begin, Brooke scanned the huge crowds all seated in the hall’s three tiered levels. Her eyes fell on each empty seat and her heart broke a little more each time she saw one.

Nobody she truly loved would see her graduate in person. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t absolutely gutted. But at least she had Plastique, and of course, Alyssa.

Before she knew it, the ceremony had begun. She tried to pay attention to the Dean’s address and the chamber choir singing in Latin but she couldn’t help feeling like a 16-year-old in her school assembly, bored and just full of anticipation. Eventually, the awards began. Brooke clapped for all the other students crossing the stage, her eyes trained on the way they walked. She swallowed down the panic she felt, banished the thought of tripping over to the back of her mind. It reached Plastique’s turn, and she gave a huge cheer as her friend walked across the stage with all the grace and poise of a supermodel. She could hear Alyssa’s voice shouting from the balcony- “That’s my baby! That’s my girl!”- and, for a moment, she thought she heard the yell of a voice she knew all too well.

No. That was crazy. She must have imagined it.

E in the alphabet turned to F, then G, and eventually, H. Brooke didn’t have many others to sit through, and eventually there was only one girl separating her and her degree. The moment these three years had led up to, finally being lived out.

“Brooke Lynn Hytes.”

She heard her name and smiled as she walked carefully across the stage, shaking the Dean’s hand tightly and collecting her scroll all wrapped up in its little embossed tube. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she walked to the other side, heard the claps, heard the cheers, and heard…

“Love you, Brooke Lynn!”

Stop.

“Go Brooke! Love you, girl!”

It was her. It was actually her. Vanessa’s voice, soaring above the crowd and reaching Brooke like an arrow.

What the fuck was she doing here, at her actual graduation ceremony? As Brooke dismounted the stage she scanned the room like a meerkat, the place far too packed to distinguish Vanessa from any other of the little blobs of people sitting in each row. But she knew it was her. Vanessa had seen her graduate, had seen her collect her degree and had cheered for her.

Brooke didn’t know how she’d managed to get a ticket - they were all reserved for families- but she suddenly couldn’t wait for the ceremony to end.

She didn’t have long to wait, as time flew by and everything was over before it could all sink in. Brooke and Plastique emerged from the hall to the crowds outside and, just as they had promised, the girls all rushed forward to crush them in ridiculously tight hugs, Silky yelling at the top of her lungs how proud she was of them both and Akeria shaking a bottle of five pound cava until the cork opened easily and sprayed the fizz all over the two girls. Brooke clung to Plastique and laughed, unable to stop the smile that was plastered on her face.

“I can’t believe it! You both did it, congratulations!” Scarlet cried cheerfully, Brooke pulling her into another hug.

“Did you see me shaking when I walked across the stage? I thought I was going to trip and fall off the damn thing!” Brooke laughed, the other girls all laughing too.

“You looked like a confident, graceful, successful queen,” Nina told her, Brooke wanting to cry at her friend’s compliment. “And you are all of those things! Fuck, I can’t believe we’ve all graduated now. What the hell are we going to do?!”

“Aw, let’s not think about that,” Akeria shushed her, a proud smile on her face. “Well done, ladies. We’re all proud of you. You did that shit.”

Plastique hugged and thanked them all again before making her excuses, saying she’d be right back, and dashing off to Alyssa. As she left, Yvie took Brooke’s hand and squeezed it.

“So, have you not got some big, teen-movie speech to make, or something?” she quipped. Brooke frowned, looking at her with confusion. The rest of the girls all waited for the penny to drop excitedly, and Brooke saw Akeria’s eyes land on someone just over her shoulder. Brooke turned around and, through the crowd, saw Vanessa waiting beside the hall. Their eyes met, and Brooke could see her try and then fail to suppress the smile on her face. Brooke turned back to the girls, pointing over her shoulder at the girl waiting for her.

“How did…you were all-”

Akeria rolled her eyes, gave her a gentle shove. “Go get your fuckin’ girl, idiot.”

Brooke hardly had to be told twice. She turned around, took two steps, then three, then four, until she realised she was almost jogging over to where Vanessa stood. And suddenly she was in front of her- her hair wavy and falling over her shoulders, her outfit exactly what any graduation guest would be wearing- a smart red dress that accentuated Vanessa’s collarbones and dark eyes and the bright white of the smile she was flashing Brooke’s way.

“Hey,” Brooke began, faltering slightly. She didn’t know where to start, so she chose the obvious. “You were there.”

“Yep!” Vanessa smiled at her proudly.

“How did…how?” Brooke stuttered out, still completely at a loss. Vanessa let out a laugh, charming beyond anything Brooke had heard before.

“I messaged your Mama. Got her number off Yvie after she sent her the link for the livestream. Basically said “hey Ms Hytes…can I grab your ticket and see your daughter graduate so I can surprise her”?” Vanessa grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Brooke couldn’t believe it. Her own Mum had been in on the whole thing and hadn’t let on. She was going to kill the woman the moment she touched down in Toronto.

“Oh my God. You’re amazing,” Brooke gasped, taking a little step forward so they were closer. She felt like crying. Vanessa was here, in front of her for what was maybe the last time. She had to do something. She couldn’t lose her. Not again.

“Amazing, huh?” Vanessa asked shyly, looking to the ground. They both knew the question meant so much more than simply what it was, and Brooke, without knowing where her confidence had emerged from, took both of Vanessa’s hands in hers. Vanessa’s gaze shot up, and their eyes met.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, please.”

Without waiting a second longer, Brooke tipped her head down and met Vanessa’s lips. It was somehow just like the first time, even though in many ways it wasn’t at all. This time, Brooke knew every single inch of Vanessa’s body, she knew her ambitions, her fears, she knew what it was like to have almost lost her and be lucky enough to have her come back again. But most of all, Brooke knew that she was in love with her, so fucking in love with her, this one of a kind girl who she was desperate to keep in her life no matter if Vanessa chose her to be hers or not. Their kiss was gentle and urgent and passionate all at once, and Brooke wanted to hold onto the moment forever. When Vanessa’s lips were gone and Brooke was all at once looking at her again, she had tears in her eyes.

“Hey, hey, ‘Ness. Come on, this isn’t…don’t be upset.”

“I am, though! I’m an idiot. These past two months we could’ve been kissing like that and going on cute dates and planning the future and having fuckin’ insane levels of sex but I left you hanging like boo boo the fuckin’ fool when I knew what my decision was the moment we had that conversation in the library, because it’s you, Brooke, fuck, it’s always been you. I love you so much,” Vanessa sniffed, frantically wiping her tears away as Brooke pulled her against her chest. Vanessa’s voice murmured against her, the most hopeful, plaintive question. “Do you still love me?”

“Fuck, Vanessa, of course I love you. You’re just…the person I was meant to meet, you’re the person I’m meant to have in my life. I love you so much.”

Brooke felt like an idiot as tears began to well up in her own eyes. She looked down at Vanessa and she looked back up at her.

“You’re leaving,” Vanessa let out a tiny sob, her forehead hitting Brooke’s chest again.

“I’ll come back,” Brooke said immediately, meaning it. “Honestly, I will. I’ll book my flights as soon as I’m home. I’ll look for flats and jobs and we can start again. We’ll make it work. I want to be with you.”

Vanessa looked up at her, her happy, grateful smile at Brooke’s words all she needed. She let out a tearful laugh. “Brooke Lynn, will you be my girlfriend?”

Brooke laughed too, taking her both her hands and squeezing them. “Hey, fuck you, I wanted to ask first!”

They both laughed then leaned in for another kiss. Brooke didn’t need to answer. Vanessa hadn’t needed to ask.

As they broke away and wrapped their arms around each other, Brooke felt the tears spring up in her eyes as she looked over at the girls. There was Akeria, making some quip about something, and Silky howling at whatever it was she’d said. Monet had joined them all and was swigging the cava out of the bottle, an arm around Nina who was looking at her with adoration. Scarlet and Yvie were telling them both a story, their hands intertwined and their bodies close. Plastique had dragged her Mum over to meet them all and her face was animated as she spoke to her, so full of happiness and excitement.

“Fuck, Vanessa, I can’t believe it’s all over,” Brooke let out a small sob. Vanessa reached up, swept her tears away with a gentle finger.

“Hey. Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”

Brooke smiled down at her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. There was nobody she’d rather have spent the past three years with.

“You wanna go steal that cava back from Monet?”

Brooke giggled and nodded. Joining their hands together and giving them a little squeeze, they walked back over to be with their family.

[solarwonux]

hi! i just want to say that i read sunflower and cherry, AND THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN i seriously felt the emotions i think i need 3 business days to get over it :(

anyways i just want to ask if you have any future plans of making more sequels? kinda want to see vernon happy too :( or maybe meeting every members' soulmate? hihi dw no pressure just wanted to ask! love your works btw!! <3

Ah yes my magnum opus. I hope you had enough time to recover, trust me after writing them I was like “okay now what, I can’t just go about my day like I didn’t just break my own heart” lol

I’m really glad you enjoyed it, honestly those 2 fics are the ones I recommend whenever someone first finds my blog. For me they’re just it and Sunflower took I think literally half a year to write, I wrote Cherry after getting drunk on Rosè (I’m just telling you know what it ended up being was not what it started out ass, my drunk ass created a hot mess and I almost scrapped it completely, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so lol)

As for other members having their soulmate!au that’s the plan, I already did one for Seungcheol (see 24H for more details) and I have ideas for the other members I just haven’t gotten around to it. I also decided that I need to write both Mingyu and Minghao’s fic first because (well let’s just say they’re the ones that start out the whole soulmate universe, as in their fic you will get the 411 of what the hell this whole world I created in my head is about, it’s not that special but it will make sense...I think) you get a little bit of insight in 24H. Hehe also not sure when these will drop its a big project I’m taking on so it might take me a long ass time. I mean I decided to stan the group with 13 members lmao. But yes I hope that answers your question anon, also thank you for reading.

And I know this is late, so you probably won’t see it but yes just thank you okay 💖💖