#help me i can't stop writing aus 😔

[yellow-faerie]

On one hand, I could write a fic focusing on the Handmaidens that sticks to canon and delves into their thoughts and opinions and actions in a world where their queen is dead and they are struggling for direction in a world where democracy has been destroyed

On the other hand,

[eicsferrari]

good graces - ln4 smau

summary: when yn and her bf go to watch f1, lando develops a crush. so when they break up, he's the first in line

a/n: there's a good chance I won't stop until i write an au for every sabrina song lol

masterlist

taglist: @justaf1girl @anamiad00msday @readtoooomuch @2bormaybenot

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ynupdates yn with her boyfriend at the australian grand prix

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user1 yn and f1??? yasss we won

user2 random ? but i'm not complaining

user3 i wonder which team she's rooting for

user4 probably mclaren bc he's a well known mclaren fan

user3 we need a picture of her and lando🙏🏼

user5 OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

user6 and he's just ...there

user7 i need a driver to wife her up she would DEVOUR as a wag

user8 she is literally there with her boyfriend?? don't be disrespectful

user7 never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband 😔👊🏼 ♡liked by lando

user9 STOP WHY DID LANDO LIKE THAT COMMENT THAT'S HILARIOUS

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f1rumors inside sources claim lando was "captivated" with singer yn after meeting her in australia, despite the rumors going around of him dating a model

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user10 oh so he's a cheater

user11 lmao where did you get to that conclusion?

user10 can't you read? it says he liked another girl while already dating someone

user11 "dating" when they shared ONE coffee one time and they don't even follow each other on any social media ok !!

user12 also we don't know if they were exclusive?? she was seen at dinner with another guy last week and no one cared. yall trust the media too much. let them be

user13 and we still didn't get a yn x lando picture💔

user14 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO don't steal my wife norris

user15 why is everyone making a big deal? she has a boyfriend anyways

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two months later

yn in my single era

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user16 THEY BROKE UP

user17 we cheer🤝🏼

user18 lando in the likes this is your moment champ

user19 taylor posted she was single while celebrating 4th of july and got a boyfriend. selena released single soon and got a boyfriend. yn posted this...

user20 i volunteer as tribute!

iamrebeccad 😍😍 ♡liked by yn

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yn posted a story

💽 sports car - tate mcrae

↪lando replied to your story

lando you know... if you ever want to piss off your ex by dating the driver of the team he supports i think i could help you with that

yn hi lando

yn lol is mclaren not paying you enough that you need a side job?

lando nah, just being a good samaritan

yn i see

yn and what makes you think you are qualified for it?

lando for starters, you saw me win. for his favorite team. so there's that

yn mmm i dont remember sorry i was too busy staring into charles eyes he's really dreamy...maybe i could ask him to annoy my ex!

yn or if i need a mclaren driver there's always oscar

lando ok but i won the race👊🏼

yn yeah, we already established i don't recall that

lando i could refresh your memory if you're free to come to the next race

yn hypothetically, i could arrange that

yn but is that enough to make him mad?

lando you going to cheer for a hot f1 driver who happens to like you and will treat you the way he couldn't while he has to wonder how he was such an idiot for losing you?

lando yes, i think it will

lando up for the experiment?

yn send me the details

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landoupdates lando seen this morning driving to the paddock

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user21 who is she?? is it that model he's been seeing?

user22 i don't think so, she just posted a story and she's in spain

user23 he looks so good😩

user24 there's like three pixels

user23 yes but he always looks good

user24 fair enough

user25 i literally couldn't care less who he dates BUT if he gets distracted from racing i will personally go to his house and end him. i need him to be champion

user26 that's insane (but same)

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yn posted a story

💽2 hands - tate mcrae

↪yourbestfriend replied to your story

yourbestfriend YN WHAT IS HAPPENING

yourbestfriend the internet is going wild, you are trending on twitter !!!! so spill the tea

yn remember lando?

yn ig we've kinda been talking

yourbestfriend ok

yourbestfriend define talking

yn we chat for hours every day, all the time

yn i send him random selfies and pictures of the things i'm doing and he does the same

yn he facetimes me when he can and i've fallen asleep while still on call cause we were on different time zones but we try to talk as much as possible. and no matter what, even on the busiest days, he makes sure to send me a text before i go to bed at night

yourbestfriend omg

yn now i'm at the paddock, shaking in my boots cause one, his job is fascinating but so scary i'm so afraid he might crash and two, i think i like him a lot but this is the second time i see him in person

yn i'm already writing songs about him!!!! i must be insane, out of my mind. they should send me away

yourbestfriend i don't think that's insane

yourbestfriend and i think after your ex you deserve to be in a relationship that makes you this giddy

yn the race is starting talk to you later ily❤️

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f1updates after his victory lando posted this photo to his stories with the caption "p1 baby" and deleted it almost immediately. fans are speculating it's a dig at singer yn's ex, who used to make a similar pose on pictures

yn was present at today's race

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user27 he went to the franco colapinto's school of deleting everything

user28 iconic behavior he should've kept it

user29 so petty ugh

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two months later

yn "break my heart and i swear i'm moving on with your favorite athlete"

just a little song i performed at coachella. good graces out now

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yourbestfriend SOTY

user30 THOSE LYRICS WITH THAT OUTFIT yn the pop queen you are

lando 🥵🥵

yn 🧡

user31 oh they are so together

user32 don't mind me i'm just enjoying the drama

user33 "shoot his shot every night" OMG😳

user34 she's just looking for attention 🙄🙄 annoying af

user35 if i was her ex i would be so embarrassed imagine fumbling yn ♡liked by lando

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ynupdates lando norris was in the audience tonight

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user36 yn dating someone supportive 🙏🏼 we used to pray for times like this

user37 lando and yn double dating with taylor and travis not even on my wildest fantasies

user38 i know a pr couple when i see one

user39 ???

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yn drawing hearts round our names

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user39 girl we can tell that's lando

tatemcrae hottest couple ever

yn ilyy

user40 so not in your single era anymore?

yn no🥰

lando whoever wrote that note knows what he's talking about

user41 yea we all wonder who was it

user42 both of them are so desperate and want to be relevant so bad🙄🙄

user43 this is the dumbest take i ever read😭😭 he's fighting for the championship and she's the number 1 pop star at the moment, they are more relevant than your 15 followers account could ever dream of. what more attention could they need?

lando no it's true i'm desperate for yn's attention, i hate it when she ignores my texts😔😔

yn I WENT TO THE BATHROOM IT WAS TWO MINUTES

lando if you really loved me you would've taken the phone with you while you pee 😔 i knew you just wanted me for my fame and glory

yn and the cars!! don't forget the cars

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lando your lost, my gain

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yn this is all fake and for pr‼️ stop using me for my fame lando norris

yn i love you❤️

lando i love you more

[the-kr8tor]

I love your writing! Would you mind writing something about Hobie and the twins getting jealous of the new baby boy? Maybe the reader spends so much time with him that she forgets about the other 3 🥹😭

Whoops I forgot that Hobie is included in being jealous 😔 hope you still like it! Thank you for requesting ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, mum! Reader, dad! Hobie, twin au, Billie and Ramona au, parent au, dad au, cw food mentions, fluff!

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Hobie comes back from the shops with an eerie feeling. Goosebumps rising on his arms, knuckles tightening around the plastic bag he's holding. With his spidey senses going haywire as he opens the front door to the shared home, his vision immediately hones in on his twin girls who look like they're sulking on the settee. The telly's volume rings in his ears, tamping down his son's wailing from upstairs.

He was about to yell for you, asking if you and the new addition to the family are alright, but you beat him to it by calling him over. His relief can be felt across town with his loud sigh rumbling his chest.

Before he goes upstairs, he stops by his girls' sides, dangling the plastic bag in front of the telly to get their attention.

“I've got ice lollies for both of you.” He smiles, but the girls continue to frown in their seats. “It's strawberry and mango.” Shoulder to shoulder, the two of them have their arms crossed atop their chests, eyes narrowed at poor Dora on the screen. “What's wrong?” Kneeling down, he nudges their knees playfully. “Do you feel sick?” Worry is etched on his brows as he stretches himself to check their temperatures with his palm on each of their forehead. “You two feel alright to me. C’mon, mac and cheese, tell dad what's wrong.” Now he's starting to really worry now that his girls are barely acknowledging him when they're usually dangling around his limbs by now.

“Nothin’” Ramona answers first, tone flat as she pouts at him. “Mum's askin’ for you.”

Before he could ask further, his son's crying echoes around the house, shaking him to his core. Your desperate voice has him standing up and giving the girls their candies before patting their heads as a promise that he'll come back to them right after.

With his familiar footsteps going up the stairs, your chest fills with relief as you bounce your baby boy in your arms. His cries has your heart aching, not to mention your back from carrying him. The door to the nursery creaks open, the exact culprit on why he woke up from his nap. Hobie has made a mental note to fix the squeaking hinges.

“Hobie.” You sigh, eyes begging him to come to your side. “I called the pedia and it's definitely his teeth that's bothering him.”

Hobie's arms are already reaching towards the baby, eyes gentle and soft as he coos and takes his son in his arms. “He just misses dad, hm, ain't that right, Kitt?” Once Kitt hears his dad's voice, he opens his eyes, a direct match of your own eyes, as he stares at his dad with his lips wobbling. Hobie beams at his son, bouncing the bundle carefully. “The teethin’ gel is in my pocket, love.” You ogle Hobie for a second, you can't help it when he's carrying Kitt so sweetly like that. He wears being a father well.

You take the small paper bag containing the medicine from his back pocket. Hobie smirks at you, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“How do you keep doing that? I swear he only quiets down in your arms.” Hobie chuckles, kissing your forehead as you lean down to squeeze out the medicine on your finger and carefully dabbing it on Kitt's gums, right where his baby teeth are popping out. “There,” you look into his big doe eyes, staring fondly at his nose that he got from his dad. “Feels better now, right, Kitt?” He gurgles in Hobie's arms, fingers making grabby hands at your face, which you immediately move to satisfy his need to be close to his mum. His tiny palms pat your cheeks until he's all worn out from the exercise. “I don't remember Billie and Mona having this kind of toothache when they were babies.” You keep smiling as you talk to calm him further.

“Speakin’ of the gremlins, why are they all pouty? Did somethin' happen while I was gone?” Hobie pulls you in closer by your hip, placing you on his side as you settle in on the crook of his neck. You nudge your nose on his jaw as if he was gone for days when he was only out for less than twenty minutes.

“They feel neglected.” You murmur in a small voice. “Oh god, I'm neglecting my girls.” Your small sniffs fill the room, urging him to hold you closer as you hide your face atop his skin. You blame your pregnancy hormones that are still left over.

It all clicks for Hobie, all the sulking, and their glaring at you and Kitt from the past few days, it all connects. “You made ‘em breakfast this mornin’, dressed ‘em up and did their hair. Trust me, love, you're not neglectin’ ‘em.” His free hand rubs up and down your spine, comforting you.

“Then why are they still sad? It's like I told them that the tooth fairy isn't real.” You embrace him and in turn Kitt, whose tearful eyes are slowly closing from sleepiness.

“You didn't do anythin’,” Hobie whispers to you, assuring you quietly with his lips kissing the top of your head. “They're jus’ jealous.”

You lift your head up to look at him with a raised brow. “Jealous? Of Kitt?”

“Yeah, like Kitt, they jus’ miss you.”

“Oh,” realization hits you, you've been so preoccupied with your son that you haven't noticed the twins practically begging for your attention whenever they get a chance. Especially when they get home after school. You still take care of them, make sure that they're okay, but you haven't spent much time with them these days. Just hanging around and giggling with them while you paint their nails or help them with homework. Your shoulders slump, hugging Hobie tighter. “I miss them.”

Hobie hums, eyes flicking towards the open bedroom door. “How much do you miss B and R?”

“So much,” you're still hiding on the crook of Hobie's neck, eyes fliting over Kitt's sleeping face and Hobie's smile. “A lot, I miss telling them bedtime stories, and picking them up from school.” Sighing, you hold Hobie's hand where he's holding Kitt in place. “I'm just so tired these days that I've forgotten to be a mum for them too.”

“You didn't, mummy.” Billie's small voice suddenly appears behind you. Tears prickling from her eyes, lashes stuck together by the unshed tears.

“Yeah, you're still our mummy.” Mona pipes up, sleeve subtly wiping at her eyes.

You're immediately crouching down to meet them, arms raised to the sides to hold them as they collide into you. “Oh, I'm so sorry, my girls.” You rub their backs, lips giving each of their cheeks a kiss. “We'll have a day together soon, okay? Just us three, do whatever we want.”

“Just us?” Mona moves away from your chest, eyes flicking over their dad and their baby brother. “What about, Kitty?” You smile at the nickname they bestowed upon their little brother.

“And dad?” Billie finishes.

You chuckle, heart filling with warmth as you give them much needed kisses until they're finally smiling. “They can come with us too.”

“Well, Kitt and I want a day to ourselves too.” Hobie adds, lifting up the sleeping Kitt slightly in his arms, pretending that your six month old is the one who's talking. “That's right, dad.”

The girls giggle, “thanks, dad.” They simultaneously say together as they give Hobie their sweetest smile.

Hobie winks at them, speaking their language and understanding what they really want. “Why wait? Kitt's sleepin’ and I could use the nap too.”

“You sure, Hobie?” Scooping the girls in your arms, you carry them despite your back aching. You'll carry them until you physically can't. For now, you'll settle for a bit of a backache just to see them smile and cuddle you.

“Yeah, love. Kitt and I will have our own fun.” Hobie crosses the small distance, kissing you chastely before pecking each of his girls' cheeks. “‘sides, the ice lollies are meltin’”

Billie gasps, wiggling out of your grasp. “The lollies! I left them on the couch.”

“You know what pairs well with ice lollies?” You ask as Billie lands back down on the rug with some help from you. “Cookies.”

It's Mona's turn to gasp, smiling from excitement and doing the same thing as her sister by wiggling out of your hold.

“I'll put on a movie!” She follows closely behind her sister, their giggles echoing down the stairs.

With some miracle, Kitt is still asleep.

Beaming up at Hobie, you give each of your boys a kiss, lips lingering a second more on Hobie's willing lips. “I'll save you and Kitt a lolly.”

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I keep thinking of naoya making a fool of himself around y/n and y/n just being confused (idk) like he tries to get her to like him but it doesn’t turn out well😭 , idk if that made sense sorry!!😔

Hello!!

Awww this was really sweet to think about, however I got confused in the end and made it somewhat of a happy ending lmao.

Well, I still hope you like it!! (If anyone wants angst tho, I do recommend reading my valentine's day special. But I too been wanting to write something heart clenching for a while, might get onto it....)

warnings: highschool au. naoya likes you but he doesn't know how to approach you. he is ridiculous.

Happy reading!!

A silly Naoya is more like an overconfident Naoya, the type of guy that will never stop bragging about ANYTHING just to make you look his way.

It's certainly worse when he's barely starting to acknowledge his feelings, getting to that point where he finally says "I think I like her."

To stand out and get your attention is something Naoya never thought he'd need to do, simply believing that his title as heir of the Zen'in and his outstanding achievements as sorcerer would've done the trick—but they didn't, and now, he had to put in the work.

Thus, the borderline ridiculous demonstrations of his persona, courtesy of Ranta's advice; though if it’s worth anything, this is not what he envisioned.

"Can you believe he didn't want to accept my assignment only because I didn't hand it over in a folder? That's so stupid, can't wait to get him fired as soon as I—"

"Wait, Naoya, Y/N's coming!"

"ANYWAYS I WENT TO THE MALL THE OTHER DAY TO THIS LUXURIOUS STORE AND BOUGHT JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING THERE AND STILL HAD MONEY TO SPARE, GEE WHY IS EVERYTHING SO CHEAP NOWADAYS??? AND PEOPLE STILL COMPLAIN ABOUT THE ECONOMY!! I JUST WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO SHARE ALL MY MONEY WITH—did she look??? Did she turn around to see me??"

Ranta sighs.

"No."

"Ughghhhhhhh what do I need to do to make her see me?!"

Though frustrated, he does not give up.

"—yeah, I think we're going to this super expensive resort for the weekend. I personally preferred to travel out of the country, but you know how my father is, lazy as always. If it were up to that old man we’d never leave the—and now??? Did that work?? Is she looking??"

But the results are the same.

Naoya would keep on trying, loudly proclaiming things that in his mind would eventually earn him your interest, or at least a simple glance….

Until he, eventually of course, tires himself out. Sorrowfully finding that his endeavors had been nothing but fruitless as you continue living your own life, without Naoya in your consideration.

You’re slowly becoming someone unreachable to his grasp, and while he doesn’t plan on giving up just yet, he does intend to take a break, maybe reconsider his possibilities… before coming to a conclusion where you might not be involved anymore.

And what better way to clear his mind than indulging in one of his favorite activities—secluding himself at the rooftop of the school building to read the newest release of his favorite manga.

Unaware that someone else might be there, coincidentally… the person he wished nothing more than to be with.

"What are you reading?" You'd ask upon noticing the intense stare of the young, somewhat handsome man, he’s giving his magazine.

"Do you mind? I'm bus—o-oh!" He freezes upon realizing it was the girl of his dreams talking to him, cheeks burning red as he closes the manga and looks away. “Don’t—Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on someone like that?!"

"Ah, sorry!" You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to startle you, it's just that you looked so concentrated, I couldn’t help but to be intrigued! Is your story really interesting?"

"...it is" Naoya murmurs, gaze returning to you—he almost glances away yet again at your closeness, but your beauty makes it almost impossible to do so. "It's the latest chapter, I waited a whole month to read it."

“A whole month…?” you repeat. “Wow.”

“Yeah, it was a long time—"

“Hmmm, not quite.” You teased. “I’ve waited years just to see the continuation of my favorite series! Talk about dedication.”

“Huh, well, I don’t think it’s the same—this felt worse because of how good it is.”

“Really? I don’t know, I can’t believe you—I have to see what you’re reading for that. You grin, he smirks.

“Is that so? Then don’t let me stop you from finding the truth.”

And Naoya happily obliges, both excited to share one of the things he enjoys the most with the person he adores most, as well as the fact that you’re finally setting your eyes on him! After all this time!

He considered it to be incredibly unexpected, and perhaps a bit silly how it came to be, unable to believe that it took so little to impress you.

But as soppy as it sounds, there is truth in admitting that there is no better way to get someone to like you, than by being yourself.

omg that was so fluffy agkjasjghasjkghjsa cheesy too ahahahahah damn I surprised myself for sure!!

Rest assured, you heard Naoya do all of those things and consistently thought "Is he ok? Why is he yelling?"

After the two begin to date you'll tell him how weird it was of him to do all that hahahah though... "You didn't have to do that, I already liked you." Naoya feels even sillier :^)

Anyways, I hope you liked it!! I'm sorry this didn't end up in a sad note, I read the request very quickly and ended up understanding you only wanted an interpretation of Naoya being silly—though I do want to write something sad between the two, him messing up and all that. Luckily, I have the perfect excuse for that through other asks hehehehehe

Thank you so much for sending in this ask and for your patience!! Take care, and hope to see you soon ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mothergold]

For the ask game: how about 8, N and 𓆣 ?

| I Saw You In A Dream |

Acheron x Gn!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns for reader, Fluff, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Alcohol Consumption, Love at first sight, Substance Abuse (it’s more implied but yea), Soulmate AU (very implied), Reader slaps a guy, Reader gets drunk, 1.4k words.

A/n: This was honestly a good challenge so thank you mootie! There’s some themes in this fic that I usually don’t write for whatever reason, and it was fun to get out of my comfort zone. If you saw me forget one of the prompts no you didn’t. I really struggled with this at some points, so if it’s not the best I apologize 😔

Summary: Everyone has a reason for entering the dream, but just what exactly is yours?

Prompts:

꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar

It’s late at night when you run into who you assume must be an angel. You’re walking down the streets of Penacony, just another person in that dream that’s hoping for more out of life, and then there’s Acheron who bumps into you by pure accident. Your eyes dart to her, seconds away from glaring at her, but as your gaze locks onto hers all that frustration melts away in an instant.

It was almost too good to be true, and if you hadn’t been the one to witness it you wouldn’t have believed it even for just a second. There’s something about her that reels you in. It’s in her eyes that you find something you’ve been missing for so many years. Maybe, it’s the kindness others lack, the love you never received, or something else you hadn’t realized just yet. It doesn’t register with you at first but as your eyes linger, it’s then that you realize that bumping into her was no accident.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” Acheron says in one of the calmest voices you’ve ever heard.

You look at her for a minute before her words really sink in.

“I-It’s okay, I should’ve been more careful.” You reply, stumbling over your own words.

She smiles and starts to walk away, but something inside of you snaps. Suddenly you have to know her name. And regardless of how foolish it seems you run straight for her.

"Wait!" She stops what she’s doing to turn around and face you. "Uhm, I uh didn't get your name?" It comes out more as a question rather than a statement, but you take it in stride once you see Acheron relax and chuckle.

"You can just call me, Acheron." She replies.

It's in that moment that you feel the whole world freeze around you. Your heart beats faster than you felt humanly possible and your eyes glimmer with something new and inviting. Something was alive inside of you.

Even Acheron can't help but feel a little lighter when she smiles back at you. She’s unable to deny there is something alluring about you, it pulls her in like the arms of a lover. For a moment she forgets her reason for visiting Penacony. It’s only for a second that she allows herself to fulfill those childish desires. Sadly, the moment is short lived and before long the both of you go your separate ways.

As weeks pass by you find yourself haunted by that vision of her smile. You wonder and hope that she is also thinking of you, but as hopeful as you seem you’re stuck drinking bitter liquid at some run down bar in Penacony. The only hopefulness you feel in that moment is when you wish for the drink to take its effect, crossing your fingers that soon you’d forget all about her and your lonely existence, but it’s not so simple now is it?

No amount of drinking could make that image of her stupid grin disappear, but why? You barely knew her. The only thing you did know was her name and even that left you down a dead end. You swirl the liquid in your drink and let out a quiet sigh. You couldn’t stop thinking about her, and no matter how hard you try to ignore the nagging feeling it just won’t go away.

At some point you figure you just hadn’t had enough alcohol in your system and decide on some more, but that was a plan that was bound to backfire, and it only causes more problems than solves them. You somehow manage to get yourself into some trouble and before long you were promptly kicked out of the bar. It wasn’t entirely your fault, the guy in question had it coming, but the bartender couldn’t really do much after you had slapped him in the face. Regardless of how warranted it was you were sent on your way, feeling even more empty than before.

You stumble as you make your way towards the main street, rubbing the back of your head which had started throbbing for some reason. You assume the alcohol is to blame and try to alleviate it the best you can. It’s not until you reach the corner of someplace familiar that you spot a figure lurking underneath a lamppost. Curiosity leads you to follow it, squinting to get a close look and jogging forward as it grows further away. If it hadn’t been for all that drinking you might’ve caught up with them, but instead you find yourself lost behind what looks to be the same bar you had just left.

“What the fuck, man.” You mumble to yourself, pressing a soft palm to your forehead hoping to relieve some of the pain.

You decide out of frustration that it was best to sit down, and that’s when you hear a voice behind you.

“It’s you.” The voice sounds pleasantly surprised.

You look up and see through your somewhat blurry vision that it’s Acheron, and you can’t help but smile like an idiot.

“Acheron.” You sigh happily.

She smiles at you and chuckles softly. “You sure seem happy to see me.”

You lean forward and reach your arms out for her, totally ignoring how wrong it was to act so over familiar with an almost complete stranger. Acheron smiles and walks towards you and then sits beside you. You lower your arms into your lap, too drunk to feel any of the shame that should’ve come with that rejection.

“So,” Acheron starts to say, “What’re you doing here?”

That really was the big question for you, but sadly you weren’t certain anymore.

“I’m.. not sure.” You admit, feeling a little more sober upon the realization.

There’s a brief moment of comfortable silence before you ask Acheron the same.

You turn your head to look at her, taking her question one step further while you wear an expression that is calm yet curious. “What about you? Why are you in Penacony, Acheron?”

She looks up to the sky filled with a sea full of stars. “I’ll tell you, but not yet.”

You whine in disappointment. “Aww, that’s so unfair.”

The both of you look at each other for a moment before bursting into a quiet symphony of laughter. Resting your hand on the ground beside you, you bump your pinkie against Acheron’s. You freeze up for a second before exhaling a slow, shaky breath. Has breathing always been this hard? You feel embarrassment as you turn to look at Acheron briefly, simultaneously introducing yourself to her pleasing grin.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You try to explain. Regardless of your shame Acheron is quick to reassure you.

“There’s no need.” She pauses to look up at the stars again and smile.

While you both gaze up at the starry sky you find yourself wishing that the moment never ends. It had been so long since you’d felt such an unusual thrill. You weren’t sure why you’d experienced so much excitement, but regardless you wanted it to last forever.

“Acheron?” You ask, still looking at the sky.

“Hmm?” She replies, now staring at you intently.

“Do you ever miss home?” You asked, but something about your tone told Acheron that this wasn’t the real question you wanted to ask.

“Sometimes.” She says hesitantly.

You turn to look at her, your eyes locking like two planets aligning within the cosmos. “But?”

She smiles. “Saw right through me, huh?”

She sounds almost surprised but you brush the feeling off.

“But.. I think this place has grown on me.” She admits.

She’s careful with her words. Suspecting you also had secrets of your own, but she keeps that curiously to herself. You look at her and she looks at you, both of you smile. Something about every exchange you’d had with her felt far too intimate, awakening a feeling from within that only left an ache in your chest. You take a deep breath, clear your mind, and reach out your hand to place a gentle palm atop Acheron’s. Wrapping your fingers around her hand you give her a slight squeeze.

You’re thankful that she doesn’t reject you, but it only makes you want to get closer. A part of you feels like you’ve met her before. Why else would you feel so comfortable around her? But if you were going to get to know her, you want to do it right. She deserves that, you thought. And as you look up at the night sky filled with stars, planets, and whatever else lurks in the cosmos; you find yourself at home within that dream.

Perhaps, you loved Penacony after all.

[i-am-vero-draw]

NOTE: I'll be updating this when I finish another relevant fact for the master post!

Meet my AU concept:

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

CHAOS LOOSE

I know that I could just leave the picture or the text, but I wanted to show you both in case you can't read the font for the graffiti, horrible graffiti to be honest all done on Ibis Paint X, sorry 😔

For those who asked!

What is this AU about? - well it has a very simple story, I like to write stories like that ^^.

A girl named April O'Neil finds a group of vigilantes whose faces had never been seen until that moment, meeting the 4 nocturnal heroes of New York: the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. These heroes named Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo, seek to eliminate the Foot Clan along with their leader: Shredder. Since due to their appearance there have been sightings of new mutants, the criminal gangs have become allies of the Foot and are stealing pieces to create a strange artifact, which they say could do great damage to the city, or worse, the world. What they do not know is that the appearance of all these events have much more to do with them than they imagined.

The Turtles mission now is discover Shredder's true plans, stop him and bring him to justice. With the help of Abe (A. O'Neil), they will look for a way to end the chaos loose in the city.

I've been learning how to do a logline, so I hope this helps to understand the base of the story (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

How do the characters look? - They have interesting designs, probably. My reference for them was the TMNT 2012 series, but I took a bit of the Bayverse, Rise and Mutant Mayhem for them, with a bit of me of course!

April O'Neil - Abe!

She is a shy but strong young girl. She met the turtles when they saved her from an attack by the Purple Dragons. She saw that Leonardo dropped his scarf in the middle of the conflict, so she went to give it back to him. She knows how to tie up loose ends and solve some mysteries, since her father is a detective, he taught her some things to help her if something happens.

She is also a comic book lover, she wants to create one but she doesn't know what could be so original and entertaining that she has never created a complete or awesome story.

I'll show more of the characters when I get more time to finish all I need like I said in the note.

I haven't forgotten the Smiling Critters or Poppy Playtime, I'm just having some fun with another kind of content 😄 I'll come back with ppt and sc later, I promise

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Fairyseeker & Black Brothers fanfic idea!! (You’re my only fairyseeker shipping Mutual so now you’ll have to deal with me hahaha)

Soo like in this AU the Black Brothers have a bigger age gap like 7-10 years or smth and Sirius hasn’t seen Reggie since he was a literal child and one day he brings Harry to school and he meets a little girl that looks just like his brother, but with blonde hair and he’s just like: 👁️👄👁️

And then the kid introduces himself as a Lovegood (or a Rosier) and Sirius is just like: pff okay I must be mistaken, but NO and the story goes on and on with Harry and Luna making friends, James and Lily meeting Regulus and Pandora and Mary meeting Regulus and Pandora and basically everyone meeting the Lovegood family EXCEPT for Wolfstar and everyone is just trying to stop that BOMB from exploding and then Arcturus Black dies and his money is to be split between the black cousins, so they meet in their old family home ALONG with their partners and kids and old black family plots and backstories are unpacked and meanwhile Draco, Tonks, Harry and Luna (+ baby Delphi But like as Quillkillers adopted kid) are getting to know each other, first fighting but then uniting as a front to help their parents bury their past and just ARGH

And all through it there would be TONS of Fairyseeker romance and BLACK FAMILY ANGST

And And I DONT HAVE THE TIME FOR WRITING THIS 😭😭

(If anyone wants to use the idea PLEASE DO)

(I hope this post makes sense and isn’t utter nonsense)

Ajsksbsosb9d BABE THIS IS SO ISVSISVSOWNA9SBSOSBOSN

sirius would be so flabbergasted when he finds out who luna is. he would be so confused how and when that happened. Sjsjsoejo I want to see his reaction so baaaaaddddd

also, everyone knowing before him is so true and funny af 💀 remus probably knew too

to be honest, I'm a big black brothers age gap truther 😔 idk why, but I just like the idea of them like that

I love this sm, honestly. I want to read this fic so bad now

thank you sm for sharing, my love <33

(I would add more, but I can't think of anything. you said everything already 😔)

[infiniteeight8]

Hey! Hope you're doing well!

I have a couple of ironstrange prompts ;v; sorry in advance for the spam

Could you please write a continuation to your A/B/O drabble "I can't let him find out"? The angst is strong with this one, and I'm an avid angst enjoyer 😔

Heya! Things are pretty good. 😀 Prompts are never spam! I promise I will let folks know if I get to a point where there are too many in the queue and I need to pause submissions for a bit. Right now there are 12 in the queue. (I think. My inbox has ghost asks that sometimes mess up the count.)

Part 1 of this can be found here.

FYI, this 'verse is a "They won on Titan" AU.

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Although the Sanctum doors swing open for Tony as they always do, it’s Wong who meets him in the foyer. That’s unusual: whether announced or not, Stephen almost always meets him, and if he’s engaged he sends an apprentice. “Stephen around?” Tony asks casually.

“He is indisposed,” Wong says evenly. “I will tell him you came by.” He takes a step forward, as if to escort Tony out again.

Tony stands his ground. He’s convinced now that Peter was right to be worried. He decides to level with Wong. “Look, Peter came to see me late last night. He was incredibly freaked out by whatever he saw or overheard or learned about Stephen’s heat. I promised him I’d talk to Stephen.”

Wong sighs. “Stephen tried to explain,” he says. Turning, he leads Tony deeper into the Sanctum. “His heats are not normal. It is nothing Peter needs to worry about.”

“Peter worries about other people,” Tony says dryly.

When they reach Stephen’s room Wong knocks on the door but opens it without waiting, which seems a little rude. But rude or not, Tony’s not going to turn it down. He steps inside and stills in momentary shock.

Stephen looks terrible. His skin is sallow and his eyes bruised. His pajamas cover most of him, but Tony can see raw spots on his palms and forearms where he must have clawed at himself. The pillow propping him up threaten to swallow him; he looks to have lost substantial weight, which shouldn’t be possible during a three day heat. Worst of all, the entire room still smells of sour slick and distressed omega. 

Seeing him, Stephen slumps. “Peter called you?”

“Yeah.” Tony forces himself to move closer to the bed. There’s not really a convenient chair, and all Tony’s alpha instincts are screaming at him to soothe the omega, so sits on the edge of the bed by Stephen’s hip. “You’re not okay.”

Stephen laughs weakly. “No,” he admits. “But I’ll recover.”

“Until your next heat,” Tony says.

“Yes.”

“There must be something—”

“No,” Stephen interrupts. The word is the strongest thing he’s managed so far. “This is a side effect of my viewing our possible futures. There’s nothing any doctor can do that can’t be done here at the Sanctum.”

Tony wasn’t planning on making any kind of offer, but when he opens his mouth, the words pop out: “If you had an alpha—”

“Tony,” Stephen stops him. Tony’s mouth snaps shut. “I’m not capable of bonding,” Stephen says carefully. “This is just something I have to live with.”

Tony wants to ask How do you know? and Wouldn’t it help to have someone here anyway?, but Stephen’s gaze drops to the bonding ring Tony wears on his left hand and the grief that flashes over his expression is intense enough to stop the words in Tony’s throat.

For the first time, Tony wonders what Stephen saw in the millions of timelines where they didn’t win. He’d assumed that it was all failure and death. Now he wonders if the timeline where they won was the timeline where Stephen lost.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Work yesterday was a disaster and it got really late so the only thing i was able do to was have a shower order dinner and watch max's stream 🙈 but now i have time to write a bit more for the paparazzi au 💖

The start with them meeting at the airport and melting in their hug was already so sweet 💖 you can really feel how lando's batteries already start recharging from just being close to martin again 💖

And them being soulmates just like landos grandparents were is adorable 💖 little lando listening to his grandmas stories is so cute and him remembering all the stories when he met martin and knowing instantly that it is the same 💖

I'm also an absolute sucker for martin speaking dutch to lando 💖 and lando understanding him even though he is nearly asleep 💖

And then the whole first part of the holiday with them being so happy to be together in their little sanctuary even talking about getting married one day and wanting to be with each other forever is so lovely 💖 and you show how deeply they care for each and love each other so well 🥹🥹🥹

And then being so rudely woken up by landos phone and seeing the missed calls from everyone he loves you can really feel the dread rising and of course it's max who tells him it had to be him because they have been through so much together already 😔

"The worst thing was that they looked happy in the pictures."

That really broke my heart they were so happy and now there is none of this left 😭same with the ending where everything seems entirely hopeless and the only thing they have left is each other 😭

It is such a great first chapter for this au and it is definitely one of my favourite aus of yours even though it is very angsty and i don't normaly deal very good with angsty stuff 😂 i can't wait to see what else you come up with for this if it's here with some drabbles or in form of a new chapter 💖

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Thank you so much!!! I'm glad you loved the first bit of Paparazzi au, even with the angst!!

I was very evil with the pictures bit but I couldn't help myself 👀👀

It just makes it worse somehow to imagine the pictures being wholesime and innocent and private. It's not that they were out in public and got caught, no. They were somewhere safe. Somewhere where they were meant to be safe, and someone violated that. They violated a private moment and their lives without care, and that the pictures were sweet makes it worse.

I had to end it where I did because it just seemed to me to be the perfect stopping point. Just suspended grief, clinging to each other and knowing every thing is changing and there is nothing they can do to stop it.

[flowerslut]

i don’t think this is having the effect you wanted because i have never in my life been more curious about a fic than i have for call of the night

i’m laughing so hard. I feel like a parent who is about to talk to their teen about weed or alcohol like "I know I can't stop you from going out and looking for it. but I want you to do it responsibly."

alright. listen. it’s not a bad fic by any means—if I say "it's bad" my wife is gonna materialize and rip me a new asshole—it’s very fun and it’s long as fuck and I got real intricate with the politics and worldbuilding. its an AU that I built from the ground up with some kung fu panda influence if you really squint that has turned into a multi-story series which I’ve had an absolute blast working on. but here’s the thing: I started writing it when I was 16/17. in fact, I wrote the first 50k words of it during the first half of my senior year of high school (hand-written bc this was 2009) so when I found my old fanfic binder in 2017, and when I started rewriting it later that year, I finished it, but I didn’t rewrite that much of it. which is the problem. because the amount of crappy characterization, unnecessary info-dumping (so much telling, not showing), and weird narrative choices is so overwhelming in the first few chapters that it's been unbearable for me to look back on. I recently tried to reread it and was horror-stricken when I realized that I couldn’t do it bro 💀

again: it is not bad. it’s a very cool premise and a super fun and adventurous au. it's a very slow burn. it just has an insanely rough (poorly written imo) start. and since its my most popular twilight fic, and that's what people usually read first, i'm now in hell knowing how many people nope-out after the first few chapters (myself, included recently) thinking "damn. that was rough. next." the writing quality of the middle and end compared to the beginning is leagues better, but its just that first chunk that has me in hell.

but yada yada yeah I can't stop you so, tldr; in call of the night, humans and vampires coexist. the cullens are pseudo-politicians/public figures who help keep the peace. alice has lived her entire life in relative isolation because of her first, terrifying vision: that a man named jasper is going to murder her. so, boy is she in for a treat when she realizes her new coworker who skulks around the library is that Very Dude. and thats where the shit-show really begins. I have a tag ("cotn") with hundreds of posts surrounding the series, but I don't recommend looking at it unless you want to be spoiled for it and its sequel. but if you're going to do it, i'd rather you do it in the house (here you go 😔)

[zepskies]

Funnily enough, this is the first time I've ever written a professor AU! But thank you, lovely!! I loooooove the color scheme of the moodboard Liane created. It matched my personal aesthetic so well and the classic lit in there just provided the perfect creative fuel! lol 💕💕

thissssss is such a beautiful and bittersweet description 💗💗

Oh thank you!! 🙏🏽 I worked really hard on that little intro - really helped me set the scene.

this was such a clever “meet cute” !! 😩 (I mean not really given they are very aware of each other but like, personal meet cute?) and yeah judging by sir-stares-a-lot off to the side, i’m glad dean was there to assist her <33 public transportation can be exhausting sometimes fr 🤦🏽‍♀️

ehehe yes it's a kind of "meet cute" for sure! Oh God yeah, Dean was really needed there to assist in multiple ways lol. Public transportation can be scary for a woman alone, especially late at night!

I actually ended up having to withdraw from college a while ago (:/) but man if I had him as a professor ??? I would’ve had perfect attendance for sure 🫠💓

Oh no! I'm sorry to hear that. 😥

Very much agree though lol. If Dean were my professor, I'd never miss a class. 😏 And I'd have to record every lecture bc I probably wouldn't be able to catch everything he was saying lolll.

i went from aww to real to aw :/ and finally to how the hell did those girls find out 😭 but I will say my nosey ass is intrigued 👀 lmao

Oh you know how news like that travels. 🥲 That's definitely going to be a subject explored in the series!

boy if you don’t watch out :| i’d pull my taser out idc 😭

LMAO that gif of disappointed grandma killed me! 🤣 But yes, I'd threaten to tase him in the dick idc either 🙃

literally!! the other day this guy got unnecessarily close to me at the bus stop so i gave him a dead stare and asked if i can help him with something in a flat tone as I backed away from him, then he tried playing dumb like mannn I ain’t trying to hear all that, move !!🤚🏽

omgggg guys really do try it, don't they? So creepy. lmfao and you pulled out the "Can I help you??" 🤣

Sometimes you really do gotta --

I personally adore when someone talks about something they’re passionate about. it’s so refreshing because they actually care and you can see it, hear it. like personally I don’t really have a passion for anything anymore lol which i’m fine with now, it just makes it that much better when I encounter someone who does have that passionate spark, like yesss pls tell me all about that subject 🙂‍↕️♥️ i mean correct me if i’m wrong (<3) but you seem to have such a big passion for writing, like it shows how much you love to do this, how much you care and all the effort that goes into the entire process. it all reflects in your writing !! every time you write interesting tidbits and fun facts I find them so interesting. you seem like the chill english teachers i’d get along with, in the best way ofc !!💘 (ex-teacher’s pet here 😔😂) also I hope i’m making sense lovely, brady isn’t the only pothead here lmfao 😭🫶🏽

Yesss I feel the same way! I love it when people are passionate about a subject. I'm sorry you don't feel like you have that passion for something right now, but I hope you do discover something new to enjoy and geek out about. 💗💗

Oh you're very right about that lol. Writing and storytelling is my passion and one of my key creative outlets, so I've studied it and tried to make it my career too. Fanfic though is very self-indulgent for me lol. It's mainly where I come for escapism and to try new things creatively in my writing. I'm so glad you find the "tidbits/fun facts" interesting!! 🥹💕💕 Since I also teach English, this was a really fun story for me to write lol. I think I'd love to have you in my class! I'm on the whole very chill with my college peeps (though I can't be as much with high school 🤣).

lmaooo girl no worries, you're making perfect sense 😘

yesssss keep gathering her up in your warm strong arms dean 🙂‍↕️🙏🏽 lmfao

Right? Even I melted while writing that part~

this was truly such a wonderrrrfull story 💛 the mutal pining is killing me but it’s so good!🫠 idiots in love…except they’re both really smart and it’s not love yet, they’re just pining…but still!🤠

Aww thank you, my lovely!! 🥹💓💓 I'm so glad you enjoyed it! The mutual pining is gonna be tough to start with, but I think these two are going to "give in" sooner than you might think. We'll see when I actually start writing the rest of this. 🤣

10 'Til Midnight

Pairing: Professor!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader

Summary: A chance encounter outside of the classroom shifts the way you see your professor. Forever.

AN: Here’s a one-shot for @chevroletdean's 500 follower celebration! This also fulfills a request for one of my lovely Patreon members, @redhoodieone, who wanted to see AU Professor!Dean with a plus-sized student!reader. The reader is a graduate student (mid-20s) and Dean is in his 30s in this, so not really a wide age gap, but we’re still flirting with a gray area here lol.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: graduate student!reader, plus-sized!reader, Shakespeare geekery, mythology and other nerdy classic lit. references, AU Brady sighting, sexual tension, mutual pining(?)

The ash cloud of exhaust rose up from the sidewalk steam grates. It infiltrated your nose as you hurried down a few well-worn concrete steps and into the bowels of the subway, a transition into deeper darkness.

To you, that acrid, mini plume of pollution was the smell of New York City; old cigarette buds and weed hash, fresh tequeños and hot dogs wafting from the open door of the bodega on the corner, mixed with a whiff of piss.

This was the city of broke creatives clinging to their fragile dreams with both hands, usually while the natives rolled their eyes. You were one of those shiny happy people with a dream and the battle-tested will to make it happen, especially tonight. You finally got to see a play on Broadway, an excellent production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

You replayed your favorite scenes in your mind like 1940s movie reel, except it was live in technicolor. An unconscious smile spread across your lips, but you had to hurry. Your train was about to leave in…

You checked the time on your phone—ten minutes to midnight—and compared it to the digital sign up ahead. Your eyes widened.

Shit! One minute?!

You had no choice but to try and run in your heels. That had you skidding to the open doors as they began to close, but you just managed to slip inside, albeit literally slipping with a yelp.

A man saved you by grabbing hold of your arm and waist before you fell, bunching the fabric of your coat beneath his hand. You gasped when you stared up at a familiar face. A sharp jawline covered with stubble, just neat enough to be respectable; dark brows shaded over green eyes, trained on you; bowed lips pursed with confusion.

“Professor?” you said, breathless and shocked.

He was just as baffled, but he finished helping you up as your name fell from his lips.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded and thanked him for the save, still catching your breath.

“Here, sit down,” he said, gesturing to a couple of empty seats on the subway. You joined him in sitting, though you ignored the stare of the guy standing closest to you who was holding onto a rail. He wore jeans and dirty hipster Vans, a brown bomber jacket and a gray beanie. The stench of weed and cheap cologne clung to him.

And his gaze followed you until you sat down. Slightly unsettled, you were subtle in the way you angled yourself toward the man beside you.

Professor Dean Winchester.

He really was the last person you expected to see on your way home tonight. You still couldn’t believe you ran right into him!

But then, you noticed the playbill sticking out of his coat pocket (his coat looked more expensive, a dark charcoal gray with a high collar, and it suited him).

“Oh, you…you saw the play too?” you said in excitement, showing him your own playbill that you fished out of your purse. You’d told him about it a month ago, after his lecture on fairy lore. You thought he might enjoy a play that was all about the convergence between the fairy realm and the human realm.

He’d admitted that he’d never seen a Shakespeare play live, but he said he’d look into it. You didn’t think he was actually taking you seriously though.

“Uh, yeah, I did. I’ve never been a big Shakespeare guy, truth be told, but you hooked me,” he said. When he smiled, it made the corner of his eyes crinkle a little.

You couldn’t help but smile too every time you noticed that…even though it made your cheeks warm in a blush. He really had no business being this handsome. And the suit? All crisp and black, paired with a classic, off-white dress shirt and a black pinstripe tie.

Clearly he’d dressed for the occasion of going to the theater, because usually he was one of the chillest professors you knew. He showed up to class in jeans, boots, plain henleys and jackets, though never without his watch, a classic leather time piece with a silver watch face and bold black numbers. It was so vintage, you’d asked about it once when you met with him to talk about one of your essays on Native American burial practices. He’d told you that the watch belonged to his father, who passed away a few years ago now.

“So what’d you think?” you asked. “Weren’t the sets beautiful? It was so ominous and creepy in the ‘forest,’ and ethereal too, like the fairy realm part of it.”

He nodded, smiling slightly wider at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, was a good production. The actors were top-notch.”

“Oh, incredible. That was the best Bottom I’ve ever seen.” You paused, realizing what you said, and a nervous giggle tumbled out of your mouth. “Well, the character. Not the ass—donkey—whatever. You know what I mean.”

The man laughed, rich and deep and washing over you pleasantly, even though you half covered your face in embarrassment.

“Can’t argue with you there. The ass was hilarious,” he smirked.

Another giggle, and you flipped through the playbill again to distract yourself from looking at his ruggedly chiseled face. Why, oh why did he have to be so fucking attractive? And somehow he was still single. You’d heard some of the girls in your class whispering about it after class one day—a full-on engagement that fell apart two years ago.

“But really, the actors who played the couples in the love quadrangle were awesome,” you said. “Helena was my favorite.”

He raised his dark brows. “Really? The girl who gets shit on the most in the play?”

That was another thing. He didn’t really talk like any professor you’d met in your life. You let out a snort of laughter.

“I don’t want to be her, I just think she did so well at showing that vulnerability,” you explained. “There’s nothing worse than being in love with someone who doesn’t even see you, you know?”

He tilted his head, his amusement fading as he listened. You felt emboldened to continue your thought.

“In her mind, she’s probably thinking, ‘Well, even if he’s yelling at me, at least he’s acknowledging I exist,’” you said, “which is incredibly sad and isn’t giving Shakespeare many brownie points for feminism, but it’s a reality that some women go through.”

After a moment, he seemed to see your point with a nod of his head.

“That’s fair,” he said, arching a brow. “Though I gotta hope you don’t let any guy talk to you like that.”

You shook your head with a smile, but before you could answer him, your phone slipped off your lap and tumbled to the dirty subway floor. You twisted away so you could reach down and grab it, but you caught that whiff of cheap cologne again. Gray beanie guy let go of the rail and bent down to scoop up your phone before you could. You offered a polite thank you and went to take it back, but he held it out of reach at the last second, giving you a teasing smile.

“How about I put my number in first, so you can call me when you get home,” he said. “I’m Brady, by the way.”

That oh-so-gracious offer was followed by a glance down your dress. You sat up straighter, adjusting the collar of your coat back over your neckline with a weary huff.

“Ah, you know what, I’m good with just my phone…please.”

This was why you kind of hated the subway. You didn’t know when you were going to have to interact with a creep trying to steal your phone, shoot his shot, or look down your dress as a consolation prize.

You held out your hand expectantly, but still, “Brady” didn’t take the hint.

“Aw, what, you have a boyfriend or something?” he asked.

“Oh my God. Are you fucking serious?” You sighed and decided a white lie was best here. “Yes, I have a boyfriend. Now give me my phone, please.”

“Hmm. Is it like beginning stages, or...?”

“Jesus Christ, dude.”

“Hey, I’m just saying, maybe we can grab a bite to eat, theeen you know. If things are going well, we could take things back to your place,” he said, his brows popping with sleazy suggestion. He still held the phone away from your grasping hand in frustration.

“Hey,” a deep voice cut in. 

You hesitated, glancing back at Professor Winchester. He glared up at Brady with a stony look that you’d never seen on him before.

“Give her the damn phone,” said the professor. His tone boded no argument.

Still, Brady pushed his luck.

“What, you her boyfriend or something?”

The professor didn’t bother to answer the question, but he stood from his seat, his long coat draped down all six feet and change of him, broad shoulders and calm confidence. He stared down at the lankier, scruffier pothead. Then he held out his hand.

Brady shifted back on his heels, seeming to realize that he didn’t want this version of Midnight on the Orient Express—the kind that ended up on the 6 o’clock news the next morning. With a roll of his eyes, Brady dropped the phone into your professor’s hand, complete with a dickish quirk of his lips. Professor Winchester gestured at him to fuck off.

“Walk away,” he said.

To your astonishment, the Brady just tossed him a “fuck you, bro,” and went to the other end of the car. You stood up too, just as the subway pulled to a stop. Professor Winchester handed you the phone.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Is this your stop?” he asked, still glancing back with a suspicious eye at the asshole still glaring at your backs.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Okay, come on,” the professor said. He laid a guiding hand on the small of your back and joined you in stepping out of the subway car. To your relief, Brady stayed on the train.

“Thank you,” you said again. “Really, you didn’t have to miss your exit for me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said, with a shake of his head. His frown was still in place just thinking of that fucking loser. “I’ll have better peace of mind knowing you got home safe.”  

Once you told him that your apartment was another few blocks away, he knew he was going to be walking you home. You told him you weren’t that new to the city, but in his mind, it still wasn’t a safe neighborhood for a young woman to be walking around by herself at this time of night.

He had no other motive than that, however…

He’d been pleasantly surprised to see you tonight. You were a flash of scarlet that tumbled into his arms, the scent of your floral perfume teasing his nose before he caught sight of that little dress clinging to your curvy form, ending just a couple inches above the knee. But you drew your wool coat closer to your body, hiding the tantalizing flash of red from view.

It was for the best, he thought, as he cleared his throat and tried to find something else to focus his eyes on while you two walked together. He couldn’t help but land on your face again, on your pretty painted lips.

A deep, full-bodied red.

It was a familiar shade. You’d worn it before, while chewing the end of a pen absently in concentration during one of his lectures on the difference between skinwalkers and shapeshifters—those long, pointed nails tapping a quiet rhythm against the plastic. It was one of your many quirks, but only now did he realize how much he’d actually noticed about you. If nothing else, he always knew he had your attention.

He also knew you were getting a master’s degree in English, and you were taking his class as an elective. You’d actually sought him out before the semester started to make sure you got a spot in his class.

“Sorry, sir, I know it’s early. I’ve just been trying since last year to get into this class, and I really wanted the chance to take it before I graduate this year.”

He’d shifted in his swivel chair with his jean-clad legs casually crossed. He bounced a tennis ball against the wall, as was his habit. (Mostly because it bothered Benny, who had the office next to his.)

The repetitive bounce really helped him to think sometimes; it was basically his version of a fidget spinner.

“You like mythology that much, huh?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah!” you said, as your eyes lit up. “I find it so fascinating how every culture in the world has their own stories that have still survived for thousands of years. Some of them even overlap. Like, maybe it’s technically a different creature, but they have the same name, just in another language. Or it’s the same creature, different backstory. It’s like any novel I’ve ever read—similar tropes, but the style, the packaging. That’s what becomes new and creative.”

Amusement tugged at Dean’s lips.

“Same candy, different wrapper, right?” he offered. His reward was your bright smile.

“Yeah, exactly.”

He’d approved your request without a second thought. Unlike 95% of the students who came and went through his classes, you weren’t just smart. You cared. You had a passion for this stuff…and it mirrored his own.

“So, uh, you liked that play, huh?” he asked. Wanted to rub his hand over his face right after. Smooth, Winchester.

But it succeeded in brightening your eyes again.

“Oh yeah. People tend to think of it as one of Shakespeare’s sillier plays, but it drops some interesting ideas about love, for example.” All while you spoke, you spun vivid gestures with your hands.

Dean’s remained in his coat pockets, but watching you made his smile deepen. He liked when you got like this, so animated and alive with your thoughts. It threatened to draw him out of his somewhat jaded shell.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” he asked. Not because he really wanted to talk about what some sixteenth-century ye olde-y English douche thought about love, but because he wanted to hear you explain it.

You didn’t disappoint.

“Well, there’s the famous Lysander line, ‘The course of true love never did run smooth,’” you said, “but that’s not even my favorite. That’s boring. That’s every rom-com ever, from Harry Met Sally to While You Were Sleeping, all the way to He’s Just Not that Into You, and Crazy, Stupid Love.”

Dean had to interject. “You watch a lot of chick-flicks, don’t you?”

Your lips puckered, but the amusement in your eyes answered his question.

“Like I said, I think Helena is the most underrated tragic figure in the whole story. Yeah, she’s pretty much a doormat, following Demetrius around even though he claims he’s in love with her best friend. Even though he curses at her, threatens to kill her if she keeps annoying him, following him around like an abused puppy. We can agree, he’s like, the biggest asshole in existence, right?” you said.

“Oh, very much agree. You want some coffee?” Dean asked, pointing to a guy selling warm pretzels and drinks from his vendor cart on the side of the road. It had stopped snowing a few days ago, but the February air was still sharp and bitterly cold at this time of night. If only it were midsummer.

“Uh, you know what, I could go for some tea. Thank you,” you said. But you didn’t let that derail you from your thoughts on Shakespearean love. You were still waxing literary analysis while you dug into your purse to find your wallet, but by the time you got it out, Dean had already paid for both drinks and a large soft-baked pretzel.

Your brows furrowed. “Oh! I meant to pay for my part—”

“Don’t worry about it. Here, take half,” Dean said, and he shot you a smile while handing over your hot tea and half of his pretzel. He got your eyes to light up for a different reason as you took the treat. You thanked him with a sweeter smile.

Then you took a bite, and you kept talking.

“But then she says, ‘Love can transpose to form and dignity.’ It can make us act like idiots, right? I mean, back in high school I wrote my boyfriend’s essays for a whole year because I didn’t want him to fail English, and let’s face it, he could barely spell his own last name.”

“Yikes,” Dean chuckled. Sounded like a GED and a gas station job in that guy’s future.

“Right? And what did he do? He dumped me the week before prom because he knew Ruby Summers would put out.” You rolled your eyes, accepting Dean’s sympathies with a gracious nod and a dismissive hand wave. Still, he hoped all you’d given to that guy was your time.

"Well, the guy you're seeing now better be treating you better," he said.

You blinked, your brows furrowing a bit in confusion, until realization dawned on you.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend," you said with a small chuckle. "That's just what I tell pushy weirdos on subways."

Dean was tripped up for a second, but he eventually quirked a smile.

“So anyway, my favorite bar of the whole play is what Helena says in Act 1,” you said. “‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.’”

In that moment, Dean’s eyes were a little too captivated.

But you broke the spell.

You glanced ahead to continue along the crosswalk with him, taking another warm, soft bite of pretzel.

“And that’s why Cupid’s always painted like a blind baby…or something like that,” you said. You laughed a little, and you seemed to realize just how long you’d been yapping his ear off. You came to a stop at what he assumed was your apartment building, but you suddenly got quiet. Embarrassed.

“Sorry, once I open my mouth on this stuff, I can’t really stop unless someone stops me and tells me I’m literally killing them with words that don’t make sense.”

“You’re making a whole lotta sense to me,” Dean replied. And he realized that he meant it. He rubbed his chin in thought. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. I like that.”

Your mind seemed to be a hamster wheel on steroids, but he kind of liked that too.

“Well, did you like the play?” you asked, smiling in embarrassment. “Sorry, can’t remember if I even asked you that yet.”

He chuckled. Even if you had, he didn’t mind answering again.

“I like it more now, hearing you talk about it,” he said. But maybe that was too honest. He padded it with something more appropriate, as your instructor. “It makes sense, since you’re an English major, but your passion always comes through in your essays. I’m really glad you decided to take my class this semester.”

You demured further at the praise. “Oh, thank you. It really is my favorite class so far this year, but…that’s because you’re the one teaching it. You're really good at telling stories. You make them simple and easy to understand, even when we're talking about hell hounds and old ghost stories, or the uh, Oedipus complex, or something.”

Dean chuckled, but it was his turn to be touched, even if it surprised him too. You were just so honest and free enough to speak your mind. It was refreshing.

“Well, thank you. Glad to hear at least one person’s getting something out of it,” he said, his smile warming for once.

You smiled too, looking at him through your lashes. “All right well, thanks again for walking me home. I’ll, um…see you on Monday-ayy!”

You stepped up onto the first stair leading up to your apartment and caught an icy patch with your red-bottomed heels. A gasp fell from your lips as your arms spun out to catch yourself on anything that could keep you from falling, and that happened to be Dean—specifically his coat, and then his biceps when he moved in fast to keep you upright.

He ended up gathering you into his arms while you clung to his coat. Your red nails bit into the dark fabric. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine them popping the buttons of his dress shirt, carving shaky lines of heat and pleasure across his skin.

Fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek hard to rid himself of that image, his jaw ticking in response. But another one just replaced it when his gaze met yours, half-lidded and shocked, but…contemplating.

Hot breaths mingled in between, puffing visibly on the cold air.

“God, I’m sorry!” you breathed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his throat past the slight roughness in his voice. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, um…Take Two,” you said, laughing weakly.

You aimed to let him go and continue on up the stairs by yourself, but Dean couldn’t stop himself from trying to help you. He held your elbow at least, with a hovering hand by your waist in case you slipped again. When you finally made it to the door, you paused and turned to look at him over your shoulder. Again, that look in your eyes said you were debating something in your mind.

“You okay?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Yeah, I just, um…you know what? Never mind. Uh, good night!”

Dean nodded, giving you a casual salute. He didn’t leave until you got in the building safely, but for his entire long walk home, your face wouldn’t leave his mind. That look of internal conflict, like you’d been weighing some kind of pros and cons. He had to wonder…

Had you been about to invite him up to your apartment?

But no. Fucking no. He dismissed that thought as soon as it came. He was almost ten years older than you.

Didn’t stop Catherine Zeta-Jones from hooking up with Michael Douglas. She’s barely pushing fifty while he’s halfway into Senior Depends.

Second problem. Career ending and reputation ruining and his own clock punch at the local 7/11—kind of a problem.

You were a student.

Grad student, came a whisper from the back of his mind.

In Greek mythology, the golden apples of Hesperides in Hera’s garden were guarded by a dragon. The Norse gods also believed in their own version of immortal golden apples, harvested by the goddess Idunn. Sounded a bit like Eden, right? As in, the Judeo-Christian Garden.

As in, forbidden fruit.

What did they all have in common? There was always a consequence for the taking and sampling part. The question was, is the price worth how good it tastes?

Remembering the feeling of your soft curves under his hands, Dean had a feeling it would be more than fucking worth it.

But he shook the thought from his head, his fingertips digging into the soft insides of his coat pockets.

He was your professor. That was where those thoughts should end.

You didn’t even see him that way…did you?

You shucked your heels off as soon as you got inside your apartment. You heaved a deep sigh and shed your purse, your coat, your earrings and necklace, which you set down on the nightstand in your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and fell back onto the creaky mattress.

Your hands came to rest lightly over your stomach, a safe place, while you thought back to how Professor Winchester held you so tight. Secure. Gentlemanly.

How he looked at you, his green-eyed gaze falling to your lips, like he was contemplating the best way to close that distance, bowing his head those last few inches and…

You forcibly shook your head. He was your goddamn teacher.

It didn’t matter that he was probably the youngest faculty member on campus, and you were a twenty-five-year-old graduate student. Whether or not the man was “age appropriate,” he was still your professor. You couldn’t think about him like that.

And he absolutely didn’t look at you like that…

Did he?

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16, 17, 28, and 37 for the fanfic ask game!!!

-@bi-bats (i have a sideblog and the laws of the land are not in my favor. Thus, anon ask)

(Also bestie it is 3:20am for me i feel you on the should be sleeping 😂)

waiting for the day tumblr lets us ask things from sideblogs 😔

oof well i’m glad i’m not the only one up way past sleeping time 😂😂😂

thank u for asking, i had fun with these~

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

Jason Lives AU 😌

Okay no, for real xD As much as I do love that AU, that’s not my answer xD I am a big fan of AUs in general & am pretty much willing to read any regardless of whether or not I’m familiar with any source material OR if it’s not a genre I enjoy. (Bc it’s fanfic & my fave/one of my fave pairings so like. It’s always a genre I enjoy!)

One of my favorite AUs I’ve read tho is this one, which isn’t shippy, altho the writer does write Jaytim. It’s just… a really creative alternate origin for Tim & I love it. (Also! Gender-fluid/trans!Tim!)

Robin, Flamebird, & Sparrow - Moxibustion — Batman and Robin get injured a lot in the field. It's a fact, they can't deny it. Somehow this lead to them gaining their very own paramedic.... whether they want one or not. It's fine, sort of? Now if only they could get their erstwhile paramedic to stop getting hurt...

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

Highly specific AU? One based off of the Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir. Basic premise? Necromancers are extremely powerful, but due to the way their powers feed off of life, they’re also very sickly looking and physically weak. They are paired up with cavaliers from a young age, who swear vows to protect them from harm (vows which include the phrase, “One flesh, one end”) & serve their needs. The original plot is also enemies to lovers, so like??? Yes.

Anyway, my thought is that Jason ends up as Tim’s cavalier, unwillingly, but as they grow closer, they become fonder of each other.

IDK if I would want to include the Lyctorhood plot (which, what Lyctorhood ultimately is does count as a spoiler for the first book? So I won’t explain it here just in case!) but. I do think the dynamics there would be fun~

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

Sometimes I ask @candra-hearts to look over them. She may not be in this fandom, but she’s wonderful & helps me figure stuff out when I need it. Otherwise it’s just me~

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Oh, jeez. Honestly the amount of traction / attention all of my fics have gotten is more than I expected ^^; I love my writing but it’s always a surprise when other people do too!

But, hmm. I’ll say this one (features smut). It was the first tagged JayTim fic I posted xD (I have a pre-relationship Reverse Robins series as well, but haven’t tagged the pairing yet).

[elizabeth-mitchells]

1, 3, 12, 13, 15, 19, 23, 25, 27! If that’s not too many! Or just answer what ones you want to!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

like. technically i already answered but i'll take it as an opportunity to mention another face. my Ronance x The Conjuring AU! although I was burning, you're the only light my beloved

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

i just remembered so many beloved scenes ghsjdfhgjdf the fight in the rain where nancy throws robin her ring she kept for weeks after robin broke a guy's nose with it for nancy in make my menace into someone you'd adore. or robin and nancy welcoming max into their home with a bat and a gun in If it's bringing me down lmao

12. favorite character to write about this year

Robin. Robin. Robin Buckley my beloved!!! and a little shout out to Wednesday Addams <3

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

i hope i'm not completely misunderstanding this and it really is about music i listen to while writing... anyway!! i'd say pretty much 90% of my fics these years were written while listening to Maya Hawke/Lucy Dacus/Florence and the machine/Mitski as if the titles weren't enough to guess hgjdfhgjf

15. something you learned this year

I LEARNED SO MUCH 😭 i can't say just one thing. hm. i learned.... well, i knew but i make myself remember that writing fanfic is not a waste of time and as long as i enjoy it it's definitely worth it!! and i definitely enjoy it. i learned to stop overthinking about the number of comments and instead picturing every kudos as a person standing in a room and wow that really helps!!! i learned that a. posting something anonymously is fun but also b. being bold and posting something publicly is also fun. i learned that i should start keeping bookmarks 😭 i learned that having a beta reader can be so so helpful and also fun!!

19. any new fics to start next year

I WILL WRITE THE MERMAID BAR AU I WILL!!!! and also a very very special super secret projecy that i unfortunately i have to finish writing completely before posting it but i WILL DO IT

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

hmm surprisingly i can't think of anything for ronance. but!!! the Yellowjackets x The Wilds crossover of my dreams... it could still happen!! what else... oh i wanted to write something for Gunpowder Milkshake and I had such a clear idea for it and then i didn't write it 😔 and!!! i still think about my Fear Street x Squid Game AU because that would've been my best fic ever and yet 😭

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

what if i said... YOURS dancing in the moonlight

i really want to share more but i have awful memory and i dont even keep bookmarks because i'm a mess i'm sorry 😭

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

okay we're back to bad memory and no bookmarks but i remember cityseeker deeply affecting me so there goes another shout out!!!

fanfic end of the year asks

[wovenstarlight]

Hello! I read your s class rank-swap au recently and I can't stop thinking about what what the other original S ranks are up to. Is Sung Hyunjae just a really successful, if incredibly bizarre business man now? Is Song Taewon living out his ordinary office worker dreams? Though I do wonder if him being a lower class would make it easier for him to express discontent with the Hunters Association and want to change things. I really hope that Yoojin becomes this incredibly weird S rank who keeps adopting low-powered people into his family, though given the nature of S ranks that may be unlikely.

Anyway, you don't have to answer any of that I just wanted you to know that I really love your writing!

LOL. LOL. good time as any to let you know that i've been sitting on a chapter about these guys for..... quite a while now (tumblr, ao3)

yes shj is still rich background and all but also hes slightly useless. slightly Just Some Guy. his looks are interesting he's got dark hair and eyes shot through with thin streaks of gold. but besides that. hes kind of like [closes my eyes and forgets him other than vaguely good impression] you know what i mean. hyj met him through sponsor stuff and when he found out shj was f-rank they arranged the team thing. because hyj needed someone to accompany hyh into dungeons but he didn't know any f-ranks by way of being S-Rank Surrounded By High Rankers. and on shj's end his company/family benefit from the sponsorship deal they got in exchange for the occasional dungeon raid accompaniment. basically, think something like Arranged Marriage For Profit And Power, but instead of marriage hyj said WOE little brother be upon ye

stw is friendly neighborhood officer hes minding his business. he's staying in his lane. the encounter with hyh was entirely coincidental but after like 5 minutes in each other's company they were both like Oh fucking finally someone who makes sense and then when hyh was like ah shit i need more trustworthy people than shj (derogatory) to accompany me on dungeon trips stw was the first person he thought of. and stw was like are you fucking kidding me i will not go to dungeons with you and shj [Narrator voice he went to dungeons with him and shj]

and no actually you've pretty much got it. hyj has a reputation among high-rankers for being unexpectedly personable and friendly to low-rankers..... known as the weird guy who will just collect them like strays. forever branded the weirdo collector 😔

from his perspective, though. well. Okay so for hyj's s-rank characterization i drew up some sort of combo of his canon characterization + shj's distant ^^ness + riette's+hyh's innate menacing nature. he kind of... sees most (if not all) people as similar to like, the kiseungsu he's raising? they're all just funky little animals, aren't they? (yoojin standard, but instead of going Yeah the kiseungsu are on the same level as humans, he's going Yeah humans are on the same level as kiseungsu)

but he doesn't wholly consider himself to be on the same level as them? and he doesn't care much about them (riette+hyh). but he can fake charm and tolerance well enough that people love him and he's v v popular (shj ^^). hyh's the sole exception he considers a Real Boy (hyh again). and the other S-turned-F ranks were slowly joining the ranks of Real Boys... though, well, that's pretty much a moot point now, huh?

man i really hope this all makes sense. im REALLY sleep deprived now so im going to bed. hope this helps <3 goodnight

[jadenightthewriter]

In their defence they may be stupid but marcellus is a) traumatised and b) a child. Idk what marcias excuse is tho 😔 in the esmerelda version she is also so so traumatised and has barely had time to recover from althers death before ending up with a baby for a second time except this time she can't dump it on someone else 😔😔😔 (the bit where she goes to the heaps in that version is So funny,, she shows up like um. Haha hi uhhh help. And she has a teenage boy with her and also a baby (identical to baby #1 silas got handed) and silas is like marcia wtf. Marcia why is there a baby who looks exactly the same as the one u gave me before. Marcia where r these babies coming from)

Honestly I think real au esmerelda probably had it better than canon esmerelda?? Like in canon everyone had caught on that etheldredda was killing her kids and tried to protect her, in this au etheldredda isn't even killing just the princesses she also killed her son who wasn't a threat at all and everyone is so on guard abt it. Esmerelda is never ever left alone w etheldredda not even once and all the palace staff r so careful abt it

YEAH <3333 septimus and marcellus get along So well here,,, septimus is having some kind of panic attack at one point and marcellus is like look i get it- and seps like LITERALLY NO U DON'T. And marcellus goes haha. Lmao. And then there r explanations (once sep is not actively crying on the floor) and septimus latches onto marcellus as his new favourite person (equal to marcia) and also septimus gets twice the amount of hugs and its all very sweet and nice <3 also I'm assigning marcias rooms another bedroom so marcellus can also stay there 😌 they may already have one?? I think it's mentioned in thm somewhere??? But. I'm putting it properly in the story this time <3 marcellus is staying in the tower while all his alchemy stuff is under construction and marcia HATES it bc he can spot when she's not sleeping and literally pick her up and put her into the bed and it's the WORST and sometimes he makes food and then she has to actually stop what she's doing to eat it and it's awful 😔😔 (<-she's doing better physically and mentally than canon marcia tho so). He's also very much a shoulder to cry on abt dn1 related stuff so literally this marcia is like canon marcia but 100% less. Lonely and sad.

Anyway I got off track,, yeah septimus and marcellus bond over being two guys with the same variety of trauma and both marcia and marcellus r able to help him more in this au than in canon bc they have. Experience. Does it help septimus that much?? Short term kind of long term definitely. Marcellus to septimus is like a kind of cool uncle/sort of dad figure,, they hang out when neither of them have smth else to be doing (sometimes when they do) and marcellus teaches him abt alchemy and marcias like wow marcellus :/ I can't believe you'd steal my apprentice :// that's so rude and mean 😔😔 and he's like lmao <3 and keeps teaching septimus stuff. Also marcellus does eventually tell more ppl abt his Actual backstory and jennas like WAIT WE'RE RELATED????? and decides he's cool actually now that she can bully sep abt how that's her great uncle 🥺 how could he steal him from her like this 🥺🥺🥺

This ask is so long abdhdbdjd rip and uhh. Well i have Plans for a fic but I think we all know what happens when I have a plan for a fic (<-it never ever gets written) so PLEASE write smth if u want to i will love it forever and ever and ever <3333

Consider: I would call them stupid even without the trauma, hence they have exactly 0 excuses sorry babies I love you but no

I bet Silas thinks Marcia did something stupid and kidnapped them all which is,,, aha not exactly wrong?? But it's not like she's going to admit that. (side note i feel like marcellus and silas probably get along shockingly well and marcia is Upset about this she's been betrayed how could you marcellus)

hmm.... that's a good point about esmerelda. I think mentally it might be harder for her though, because there might be lots of people who love her but i feel like there wouldn't be many who would try to get super close, because she's still royalty. i think septimus should accidentally trip and fall through one of marcellus's silly experiments and meet esmerelda and maybe be her friend for a bit.

ngl marcia sounds like a cat here i love this. do you think sep and marcellus (help i need to shorten his name i can't keep typing it T^T) scheme to like,, trick her into doing things they want. i bet they do like pspsps marcia look here. (i bet marcia and marcellus fight over how much alchemy and magyk stuff they're allowed to leave lying around. their rooms look pretty much exactly the same because they both hoard so many things except marcia's has like 2% more purple. relatedly i bet their horrible sense of fashion has infected the other.)

marcia and marcellus working together is probably the best possible thing to happen for sep it's like,,, someone understands almost all of what happened to him, there's always someone to talk to, there's someone to be responsible and someone to be irresponsible, he gets all the good things he deserves <3333

i think the jenna sep marcellus dynamic would be so funny idk how much an age difference they have (depending on AU version i would guess 10-15?) but they probably have the same sort of influence from marcia and all love to make fun of each other. they probably wear purple a lot and don't notice until silas points it out lmao and then make a point to see who can wear the most outlandish purple thing until marcia yells at them.

bestie same 😭😭 i can't promise anything (fuck you, school) but i have so many ideas i'm serious when i tell you this au is one of the best things i've learned of in months

[indiaalphawhiskey]

I don't know if you've been asked about this before, but may I ask how can one just "focus" on their WIP to finish it. I've been making my Our Flag Means Death AU for a month now but I can't help myself to make other fics as well, the ideas are just drowning my brain tbh 😔. Any tips or what to do ?

Hi darling! ❤️

Oh, wow. That’s quite the dilemma.

Okay, so first off, I have to say I know exactly how you feel — I have prompts and AUs swirling around in my head all. the. time. It’s crazy, and sometimes, it makes me sad when I realize there’s no way I could possibly write all of them in this lifetime, in a way that does each story justice.

I think that’s just how creative minds work — it’s so easy and so tempting to find a new AU in the everyday that it’s just hard to stop. I don’t have a surefire fix for the problem, but I can suggest some things.

1) When you’re writing longer fics, it’s easy to get distracted by AUs because thinking up an idea is usually the most fun part of writing. It happens to me when I hit a wall or an issue in what I’m actually writing, because it’s just more fun to let your mind drift to a story that doesn’t need you to work. But then, you have to remind yourself that each AU is going to have its problems, and while a new story may seem easy at first, there’s always going to be a moment where the writing is a struggle.

2) Not all prompts have “meat” to them. Some of them are just cute ideas that don’t necessarily have a larger story, and you tend to realize that when you sit with the idea for awhile. You’ll find that not every idea can be expanded into a full fic, and some AUs really are just going to be drabbles or meme ideas.

Which leads me to…

3) Write drabbles and ficlets and time stamps. Sometimes, your brain needs a break from the plot of it all. Sometimes, you just need to write a fun little scene where you don’t have to think about too much exposition or backstory. Sometimes, you just wanna write smut with zero build up. 🤷🏻‍♀️ let yourself do that. Bang out a 500 word scene with no pressure and no context in one of the ‘verses you’re interested in, and post it on tumblr or as a snippet series on AO3. Usually, this change of pace will help you both attend to your craving to test drive that new AU, and clear your mind so you can refocus on your bigger fic with refreshed energy.

4) It’s okay to write slowly and table fics for awhile. Something I learned after I started writing was that there are stories that will demand to be written, no matter how many times you try to put them down or how many other smaller things you write in between. It took me three years to complete OLNF. I didn’t look at that document for 7 months, and I still ended up finishing it because the story demanded to be written, however slowly. Sometimes, you can’t put a timeline on creativity, and as hard as it is to accept that, you have to trust your creative timing and your creative process, no matter how frustrating.

Hope this helps! Good luck! 🍀