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woah WHAT???? the peter parkers variants really? REAL? NOT CLICKBAIT??? yeah, the last airbender reference is a must fjajfks
- the fantastic spiderman belongs to @itschr1spy !!
#spidersona#other spider sona#let's make the universe weirder#spidersona art#peter parker#spiderman#marvel#spider sona
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#I also keep seeing modern au aubrey-maturin art#that makes me wish I could draw and thereby contribute#unfortunately I can't even *write* modern aus generally. but I like transferring character dynamics from place to place in my brain#and I feel like I could do a university AU very nicely if I could do AUs at all#because I have had rowers in my class with as far as I could tell jack's exact personality#(unfortunately it has to be a US university AU because (a) that's what I know and (b) afaik nobody else does randomly assigned roommates)#(and I cannot pass up the opportunity for randomly assigned roommates.#OR RATHER#for 'you seem more or less human - quick let's request each other so we don't have to go into potluck'#I think that works best)#(but maybe they are both international students anyway. that works fine. & therefore extremely alarmed by potluck [can't say they're wrong]#sophie is a sorority girl. english major I think. and I can see her so clearly#(she's the part I want to draw)#she's not that into the high-octane social schedule her sorority expects her to have#but her pushy mother was a member and it is Unthinkable that sophie should not be#and a lot of the other girls are sweet :) so it's fine :) she says#feel like she has roommate issues (unlike her original self she is able to live away from mrs williams so this makes up for that)#so she's always over in jack and stephen's room. people who know her tangentially sometimes gossip about which one she's actually dating#(at that particular moment it is actually neither of them she's just hanging out with stephen)#diana freed from the shackles of 19th century womanhood creates even more and weirder drama than in canon#idk I just want to see the plot of post captain played out over text message#don't ask me HOW idk HOW i just want it#stephen is a biology major/pre-med obvs. if he can survive organic chemistry#jack is some kind of engineering major. I think he'd enjoy that with the math. diana has changed her major 7 times#(I don't know whether to put jack in rotc. I don't think it Actually actually fits - he's in the navy in canon because he's in the navy#not bc he's Inevitably Military In All Worlds. he would not want to do that if he didn't get to sail#but at the same time I find it hard to picture him not belonging to Discipline somehow.#it's more than a disinterested passion for cleanliness that drives him to wash stephen's mug for him that has had coffee and ramen in it#(and NOT in that order)#in the bathroom sink
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Anything within the Multiverse is possible, so asking the question "What if" is guaranteed to give you an answer.
so... What if Spider-Man has Black Cat as his teacher?
We get Black Widow, partner in crime (and romantically) to Black Cat. relax both are adults, dont get your pants in a twist
This version of Spider-Man is similar to Sly Cooper where he's a thief but only goes after other thieves and takes down their operations.
Peter Parker in this universe doesn't quite lose Uncle Ben, but the burglar who broke into his house left him in a Coma. Due to how little money the Parker family has, Peter resorted to stealing money in order to keep Uncle Ben alive.
He nearly lost him once, never again.
However one fateful night, he encountered one particular cat burglar while they were both trying to steal the same thing. An expensive, rare item owned by none other than the Kingpin.
The Kingpin's guards rushed into the room, saw the two burglars, and unloaded their guns. Black Cat managed to dodge the gun fire, however Peter wasn't so lucky, getting two bullets in his right leg.
By all means, it's a dog eat dog world. She shouldn't care over someone trying to steal her big score, but her heart of gold said otherwise. Black Cat took Peter and ran out of the Fisk Industries tower.
The two began to talk while Felicia reluctantly helped with Peter's wounds, Felicia agreed that if the two worked together, they would split the rewards 50/50. Peter got a much needed upgrade to his attire, with a more stylish, noir inspired suit.
"You want to be a thief like me? You gotta look the part, darling."
Peter soon thought of the name "Black Widow" for his new persona, slightly inspired by Felicia's nickname.
The two quickly became a duo, robbing other, lower thieves and crimebosses blind.
Peter still steals money to keep Uncle Ben alive, but now steals to depower crimelords damaging the once great New York.
A lesson came to Peter, one he remembered Uncle Ben telling long ago in his childhood.
"With Great Power, must come Great Responsibility"
Peter now had Great Power, and it was Black Widow's Great Responsibility to punish the darkness within New York.
#lets make the multiverse weirder#long post#spiderman#spiderman au#slight Spiderman Noir inspiration#I'm kinda interested in writing a story related to this version of spider-man#art#digital art#my art#alternate universe#alternate spiderman#story post (kinda)
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4-5 I have been having a lot of thoughts about the franchise lately, tbh, mainly in line with
"Where is the leftist activism in their universe?"
"Where are the disability advocates talking about how people are dehumanizing people with mutations, or how all adaptation is s double sided coin or how being socially disabled is still a disability"
"Where is the Autistic mutant alliance?"
"Where is the Queers for mutant rights advocacy groups?"
"Where's the intersex mutant alliance groups?"
"Where are the people pointing out that the x gene is by far not the only human mutation that causes both symptoms and sometimes different abilities, and that maybe these are not issues we can separate?"
"Where are the people trying to point out that framing it as mutant vs human instead of human vs human is like when we let them start calling anti-fascism 'antifa' to sound scary?"
We always see either mobs coded as republican and American Christians of the worst sort or hate groups to the far right, but does leftism not exist in their universe, we hardly ever see a non mutant individual speak out publicly in their favour at all. I know the left is full of infighting and mutants would make terf's heads explode, but like... Where is the intersectionality?
And Magneto... My biggest gripe with him is how he never mentions the disabled or queer in the same breath as mutants, and it comes across like mutations with powers are the only ones he cares about... It comes off like eugenics which I feel like super would not realistically be his bit.
I have so many... Notes. Especially about a modern 2024 take on the x-men...
So like yeah I am invested in the franchise to a fairly high degree, but a lot of it is demanding they get better cooks. I am attached to these characters now and I want to see them written better.
You were never going to be palatable to the political right, unless they lack all media literacy at all. Stop tiptoeing.
Before kicking off a project I want to gauge what the heat will be like here so do me a favor and answer honestly on a scale of 1 (complete apathy) to 5 (devout enthusiasm):
#I literally have a liver mutation that makes me age slower heal faster and be slightly more immune to cancer#like a very nerfed -and very annoying- version of wolverine#annoying for *me*#my immune system is currently trying to eat my muscles though which is unrelated but taxing said liver condition so...#My point is there's no way that mutants would not be part of the disabled community in general#Realistically I have multiple mutations that contribute to fast recovery and also effectively heightened senses even#as if my genes are doing a bit#they are being funny haha#there is no universe where the disabled do not see themselves in mutants and mutants do not see themselves in the disabled#And that's ignoring that a lot of mutants would be both#because not all mutations are going to be fucking useful#some will be pretty much all downsides#because that's what mutation and adaptation do#our genes mutate and try shit and sometimes that shits bad even objectively#never mind being ill fit to environment#This franchise was always allegory and never wanted to be on the nose IG but it's gone way too far out the side of ignoring leftist issues#like okay there's some slight open queerness now but like... MAKE IT GAYER and WEIRDER and MORE DISABLED talk about intersex issues#and make a fuss about just how much genetic variance is NORMAL for HUMANS including âmutantsâ#because the fact is you know mutants in real life#they just can't walk through walls or walk away from a plane crash unscathed#okay 'conceptually' probably a 5#lets have a conversation about how mutants would know what it feels like to have the world act entitled to your body and person 24/7#and how that would play into understanding and respecting women's rights#even if you are trying to write characters like Logan as super macho especially Logan#I think it would be a particular trigger for him to not respect a person's autonomy yes I said trigger and yes I mean trigger#Lets have these conversations textually in media for adults#and lets drop the obligate sexism#people are constantly violating that mans autonomy and have you seen his temper anyone writing him should know he would defend a woman's#right to her own body violently#To write him otherwise is to have zero understanding of how people function
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Second Chance ~Logan Howlett Imagine~
Summary: Logan meets you. A variant of his dead wife.
Authorâs Note: I won't lie, Hugh Jackman was hotter in the early 2000s.
Part Two
Readerâs Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE, mentions of character deaths, mentions of sexual innuendos
Do not repost this anywhere!
A new start for Logan was just what he needed. And thanks to the TVA, Laura was able to join him in the universe Wade was originally from. So this was a new start for the two of them. And to celebrate their success in saving the universe, Wade decided to have a pizza dinner party with all his friends so Logan and Laura can get to know them.
"We are missing one more person," Wade noticed as he looked around.
"Y/n will be coming soon. She had to deal with something first," Yukio tells him.
"Thank you, Yukio," Wade smiled at her.
"Y/n?" Logan asked Wade.
"Oh you are going to love her. Everyone does," Wade tells him. "You too Mary Puppins."
Ten minutes later, you finally showed up.
"As an apology for coming late, I made my famous brownies!" You announced as you handed the plate with the chocolate goods to Negasonic Teenage Warhead.
Logan looked over to see that the stranger who walked in felt like a walking corpse to him. His smile drained from his face as he stared at you who was greeting the people you knew.
"Y/n! I want you to meet our new friends! Logan and Laura," Wade said. It felt like a cheesy rom com slow motion turn to Logan. But he was still enchanted by your beauty.
"It's nice to meet you both," you smiled at them.
"It's nice to meet you too," Laura said as she shook your hand.
"Please excuse me," Logan said as he walked out. Your smile fell a little as you watched the man walk out. You looked back at Wade who had a confused look as well.
"I will be right back. But here. Meet Mary Puppins," Wade said as he handed the dog over to you.
Wade rushed out of the apartment to find Logan outside.
"Hey! What was that? You just ran out on one of the best people I have ever met. She is tied with Peter and Yukio," Wade tells him.
"I didn't realize you had a version of her here," Logan tells him.
"What are you talking about?" Wade asked him.
"Y/n. She was my wife in my universe," Logan explains to him.
"No shit. You were married?" Wade asked him in shock.
"She was also killed because of me."
"This one is different."
"And how's that?" Logan asked him.
"She's a really big badass here," Wade tells him.
"She was in my universe too. But I still let her and everyone down."
"This one could be different."
"I don't know."
"Why don't you come back upstairs and have pizza and get to know her?" Wade offered.
"I think I'm gonna stay out here for a bit," Logan tells him.
"Alright."
Wade headed back upstairs, leaving Logan all alone. Not fifteen minutes later, you came outside with a plate of pizza and a brownie piece and a beer.
"You are missing the pizza and my brownies which Wade was mostly eating all of them," you tell Logan as you handed the food and drink to him.
"Thanks."
"Are you okay? Did I do something?" You asked him.
"No. It's just... you look like someone and it's bringing back some memories for me," Logan tells you.
"Oh. Do you want to talk about it? If it makes you feel better, Wade has told me weirder things and more depressing things," you tell him. Logan let out a small chuckle.
"Maybe not now. I'm sorry for running out while you were introducing yourself."
"That's okay. Let's reintroduce ourselves. I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you," you smiled at him.
"It's nice to meet you too. I'm Logan."
"Hi Logan. So, did you have to suffer with Wade alone for a couple of days too?" You asked him. Logan laughed a little.
"Yeah. I did."
"I can tell. You have a tired look on you," you laughed a little. Logan smiled softly, hearing your laugh. It was no different from his universe's you.
"You know, the party is upstairs and we are missing it," you tell him.
"That's true. Let's go," Logan said as he followed you back upstairs.
During the party, you sat next to Vanessa as you both were catching up. Logan kept looking at you whenever he could as he talked to Laura.
"You like her," Laura tells Logan loud enough for only him to hear.
"Come on kid," Logan groaned a little.
"She's pretty. And Wade talked to her about letting me stay with her and the other X-Men," Laura tells him.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Apparently she's a good teacher both education wise and powers wise," Laura tells him.
"She always was," Logan said, looking back at you. Your eyes met Logan's, making you smile at him.
"Oh he's cute. You should totally get with him when you can," Vanessa encouraged.
"You think I should?" You asked her.
"Yes! Plus he's handsome," Vanessa nudged.
"And his abs are amazing," Wade mentioned to you. You looked at Vanessa who also had the same look of interested with you.
At the end, you grabbed your bag and jacket before saying goodbye to Blind Al and Wade.
"You ready to check out the school?" You asked Laura.
"Yeah."
"Can I actually ask you something before you leave, Y/n?" Logan asked you.
"Sure. What's up?" You asked as you walked over to him.
"Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?" Logan asked you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled happily.
"Yeah. I'd like that. Here's my number," you tell him as you wrote it down really quickly for him.
"Call me."
"I will."
"Alright. I'll see you soon hopefully," you tell him.
"See you soon."
"Bye, Logan," Laura waved at him before following you out.
"So, are you two just going to adopt Laura and start a family?" Wade asked him.
"Leave it."
"Just letting you know, she likes it rough in bed."
"You and her had sex?"
"Nope. But I did overhear her and Vanessa talk about what they liked in the bed one time," Wade tells him. "And trust me. She may look sweet and innocent, but she is a bit of a masochist."
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett imagine#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine imagine#hugh jackman#hugh jackman x reader#hugh jackman imagines#xmen#xmen imagine#marvel#marvel imagine#alisonwritesimagines
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Sup Iâm back to feed you gremlins ïżŒ
đșâïžđAphrodite Danny and Ares Phantomđâïžđș
So if youâre been here long enough youâll realize this as one of my first ever au and for some of my newer readers Iâll explain but before I do I just have to say Danny and Phantom are two very different people and now I can explain letâs go
After a few months after Danny being âPhantomâ Danny starts to feel⊠protective of himself??? ïżŒ Which is weird but ok itâs probably his imagination but over the course of a few weeks it gets weirder not bad weird but weird nonetheless like when he goes ghost it feels like heâs not really the one in control of his body and sometimes when the other ghosts get to rough with him he can hear a voice yell but not really being able to tell what its saying and Danny like Danny do is just kinda ignoring all this stuff because it feels nice..? Like being in a protective hug and knowing the person hugging you will kill for you if it makes you happy and all is well
and good until his parents see him transformed in to phantom they knock him out and bring him to their lab and after a few weeks jazz finds out what is happening ( Maddie and Jack told her that they had Danny go to something I didnât really know what they would say ) And get him out of his restraints and turns on the portal or well tryâs to because at that moment Maddie and Jack and a whole fight goes on well Danny is trying to get the portal working and Maddie unfortunately gets a good shot at Danny as he turns it on and causing him to get thrown in and it makes the portal ( that has enough energy to take out this universe ) and it does that exact thing it takes out Danny OG universe (âšANGSTâš and not that Danny knows that right now ) considering Danny is knocked TF out again but this time it feels different like he unconsciously knows whatever is holding him will protect him with their whole coreâŠ.
And Danny wakes up a few weeks later [ he really needs to stop passing out itâs starting to get annoying ] and looks around the room? Well it looks like a room itâs big and spacious it also looks a Greek temple bedroom with large marble pillars that indicate windows { you get the image} and now that Danny looks around he sees that his laying on a frankly to big bed and it has a large canopy with fabric as Danny looks around someone enters the room and leans against the wall and looks at Danny with a soft smile and as Danny looks in their direction he seesâŠPhantom but he looks different heâs wearing Greek style armor [and looking HOT in Dannyâs eyes so heâs a blushing mess for a hot minute] and as he makes eye contact with Phantom it feels like he and Danny have known each other for as long as theyâve existed and a few shenanigans happen and would you look that that a couple who are deeply in love with each other.
And for what Danny and Phantom are they are the New Ancients of Love and Protection respectively {yes Iâve decided to change Danny to the Ancient of love}
And Now to what inspired this thing in the first place and that would be the God Games song it goes to hard anyway if you listened to it you can tell Athena has to convince the gods to let odysseus go and I thought â what if I turned this into dc X dp and what tf is this??â Proceeds Down the rabbit hole that is pitch pearl and now you all have this word vomit I call a post and before I ramble even more letâs get to the DC part before this gets to long
Now for the DC part someone gets on the bad side of one of the Ancients and gets got and now the JL has to convince some of the Ancients you know like ( clockwork, frostbite, pandora etc) and of course Danny and phantom are there as the Aphrodite and ares part of the song. And thatâs all I can think of the DC first the moment now on to the details of Danny and Phantom
For Danny Iâm thinking something like this
Looking all majestic and shit ( also just imagine that his hair is black)
Also just a pic of phantom and Danny
They have the healthiest relationship youâll ever see
And also if you want to make this as mom Danny you can have Dani and Dan as Phobos and Deimos just ima thought { forgot to add this in the beginning }
Anyway I hope you guys like this { P.S will add more if I feel like it} byeeee
#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp prompt#that weird thing in the woods#dc x dp fic#dc x dp fanfiction#that-weird-thing-in-the-woods#dpxdc#danny au#dp x dc au#dc x dp au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#I just realized that this has never been a tag#huh interesting#Ares Phantom#Aphrodite Danny#Danny X phantom#pitch pearl#their in love your honor#danny fenton#if you noticed the difference between the first two pieces of this and the rest good job catching that#they dif are the healthiest thing#like so wholesome#Greek gods#I guess???
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yes Ollie fics I BEGGGđđ»đđ»
sweet as sugar ⥠Ęâ . - ollie bearman
summary: it isn't everyday you see a classmate shopping at the grocery store you work at, especially not when he's buying the most expensive ingredients possible. w/c: 3.4k
a/n: your wish is my command !!! been binging the bear necessities vlogs so i felt verrrryyy inspired for this one (also bc i recently started a second job as a checkout chick HAHA)
Working at a grocery store was far from glamorous - but given that it was close to your university, you figured it was definitely far from the worst part-time job you could've taken up. In between stocking shelves and dealing with rude customers, it hadn't been too bad, and that was the reason you had stayed for over a year.
In that time, you had seen your fair share of things. Given that the dorms were so close by, it wasn't uncommon for you to recognise people from class. Often they were polite enough to start up some small talk or ignore you completely, leaving with several bags of instant ramen and frozen garlic bread, more than enough to last them the week.
But this, this was new.
"Oh, hi," he lets out, polite and a little shy as he piles his groceries onto your conveyer belt.
"Hey," you let out, a little drawn out to show your confusion at the multi-coloured produce headed towards you. You spot a couple radishes, a whole head of cabbage and several jars of spice amongst everything else. "Do you have your own bags?"
"Oh, yeah," he mumbles, reaching into his back pocket and producing several reusable bags, most of them from your grocery store chain - you find it a little cute, though you don't say anything.
"I think I've seen you around, you know," he says quickly, refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room as he positions the bags. You drag your focus away from the items you're scanning and study his face instead - he's tall but boyish, and his eyes are round and innocent as he looks at you.
"Right, Professor Royce's class, stats right?"
His expression lights up, almost out of relief at you not asking about the groceries. "Yeah! It's tough, isn't it?"
"Yeah, and he marks really strict as well, a friend of mine got a quarter mark taken off because her power wasn't written high enough."
"Jeez, that's rough," he laughs, and his eyes flicker between yours and your hands as you bag the last of his things.
"Your total will be $75.80," you announce, pulling a face to show that you don't envy how much he's going to have to pay - but to your surprise, his expression doesn't falter as he reaches for his wallet, pulls out his credit card and taps it without another word.
"Thanks, see you around," he smiles, as he takes his several bags with ease and leaves, the automatic doors closing behind him. You find yourself watching him, gaze lingering as his lean figure grows smaller and smaller in the direction of the dorms. What could he possibly be using that kind of food for, how many people was he planning on feeding - and most importantly, what sort of dorm fridge would fit all that?
You hear an annoyed grunt from in front of you as you're once reminded of your job, turning to face a stern-looking woman. "Sorry ma'am," you let out, beginning to scan her items - though your mind doesn't leave him, not for a while.
Given how much he had bought, you didn't think you'd run into your classmate at your job for a while. To your surprise though, it's less than a week until you see him again, and for about a month he continues showing up weekly - and as fate would have it, always when you were on shift and at your register.
What's even weirder though, is the fact that the two of you barely make it beyond awkward small talk about the singular class you share in common or the weather lately. Still, you manage to glean some information - his name (Ollie), his major (marketing) amongst other, smaller, details like the fact that he normally comes in the mornings to get the freshly baked loaves of bread, or that he has an unusually large collection of reusable grocery bags.
For the most part, you don't mind, working at a grocery store register has made you vulnerable to over a year of awkward conversations. What seems to actually get to you though, is the gnawing curiosity of just what on earth he could be using all this for because, at the rate you see him, he can't be the only one eating it.
You're busy pondering this thought, mindlessly stocking shelves mere minutes before closing one night - until you notice a familiarly lanky figure creep up behind you.
"Oh!" you gasp out in surprise, but when you spot the full grocery basket in his hand you dart quickly behind the register to help him. For a minute it seems like your opportunity to get to the bottom of this mystery has reared its head.
However, from the awkward smile he gives you in greeting and the way he nervously shoves his hands in his pockets while he scoots up to your register - you're inclined to just mind your own business and leave the poor boy alone. That is until you break eye contact with him and turn to the items now moving towards you.
He seems to have replaced his normal fresh produce and meat for dessert ingredients, and you watch as several bars of dark chocolate - the most expensive brand your store carries, at that - cartons of eggs and sacks of flour make their way towards you.
"Okay Ollie I'm sorry, but I have to ask," you hold your hands out as you preface your question, "What on earth do you do with all this stuff?"
"Oh, I mean, a boy's gotta eat right?" He laughs shyly, causing you to furrow your brows to show your doubt.
"I don't mean to judge but, surely that's a lie."
He looks almost disappointed at the fact that you don't believe his obviously made-up excuse, as he looks down at his feet to avoid eye contact.
âWell, you see,â he starts, and you can hear the squeaking sound of his sneakers against the store floor. âItâs sort of embarrassing.âÂ
âCâmon, it canât be that bad,â you reply, waiting for him to hit you with it, only to be met with a moment of silence as the two of you just stand there, even the conveyor belt refusing to move.Â
âWhat, you cooking for a roster of girls every night?â You joke, desperate to diffuse the suffocating silence.Â
âWh- no!â he replies immediately, hands springing up in defence, causing you to let out a low laugh.Â
âWell?âÂ
He takes a step closer to the register, looking around as if to make sure no one will eavesdrop - despite the two of you being the only ones in the store - before whispering to you. âIâm an influencer, like, a cooking influencer.Â
You hear yourself let out a shocked laugh, and Ollieâs eyes widen in response as his cheeks burn up.Â
âSorry, that sounded mean, but thatâs actually really cool!â you blurt out.Â
âOh,â he laughs in relief, âI mean itâs not that cool.â He shuffles around awkwardly to help you bag his groceries, though youâre pretty sure heâs just eager to avoid eye contact.Â
âHome come Iâve never heard of you before?âÂ
âWell, I keep it anonymous,â he sighs, ânot many people in real life know.âÂ
âWow, youâre a proper Peter Parker.âÂ
âYeah, if his superpower was stuffing up puff pastry for the third time.âÂ
â$32,â you read out his total, pausing before following up, âyou know, I donât know if I completely believe you.âÂ
âWh- why would I lie?â he asks as he taps his card.Â
âI donât know, to hide the fact that youâre actually cooking for a never ending rotation of girlfriends.âÂ
âOh please, I wish that was the case,â you quirk your eyebrow at his response, showing just how much youâre struggling to believe him. As he loops his arms through the several grocery bags, he catches sight of your expression.Â
âWh- look me up then!âÂ
âAlright, whatâs your username,â you say, whipping out your phone.Â
He seems to regret his words, his voice immediately shrinking to a shy tone, âpromise you wonât make fun of it.âÂ
âJust tell me Ollie.âÂ
âItâs, @ bear in the kitchen.âÂ
You have to fold your lips together to stop yourself from letting out a laugh as you type the user into your search bar. However, once it pops up your eyes widen in shock instantly.
âTen thousand followers? Ollie, holy shit!â He lets out a little chuckle as you continue to scroll through his posts. âGod this stuff looks amazing.âÂ
âAlright, just donât tell anyone about it okay? I donât need this spreading around,â he sighs nervously.Â
Lowering your phone, you feel an idea coming to you, âwell whatâs in it for me?âÂ
Once again, you watch his brows rise in shock as he chews on his bottom lip, thinking. Youâre about to break the silence to tell him youâre only kidding, and that of course you wouldnât tell anyone and that itâs totally f-
âWhat time do you get off?âÂ
âWh- in about five minutes?âÂ
âDo you want to come watch?âÂ
âWatch what?âÂ
âMe cook, duh,â he says, making it seem like youâre the one being crazy here.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âI live in the dorms so it isnât too far and you could even try some of it if you want, unless youâve got something on after this that is.âÂ
âI mean, not really.âÂ
âGreat, then, help me with these will you?âÂ
So thatâs how you ended up closing up a little earlier, and then helping your classmate Ollie - who a couple weeks ago had been little more than a stranger - carry his ingredients back to his dorm. If you had told anyone that, they probably wouldâve called you crazy, and you wouldâve agreed. But still, no matter how many times you tried to wake yourself up from this strange dream, you were still there - closing the store, in the elevator with him, even watching as he struggled to use his keys to open his dorm.Â
âI got lucky with the dorm lottery this year,â he explained as he finally managed to get the door unlocked, âI think itâs supposed to be for special accomodation students but no one took it so, I figured I would.âÂ
âWoah,â was all you could say as he ushered you in and shut the door quickly behind you. And woah was correct, given that his 'room' was the size of a small apartment, and much much bigger than any of the other shoeboxes most students got. Aside from the usual bed and desk, he also had his own small lounge room and bathroom - and of course, a kitchenette, which you recognised from the background of his videos. "Lucky is an understatement."
All he does is let out a low laugh in response as he lifts the grocery bags onto the counter, prompting you to do the same. "Do you want my help?" you ask.
"No, I mean you're my guest if anything, so you can just pull up a chair and watch," he offers you a warm smile before turning to unload the bags, stuffing condiments into cupboards and tossing things into the fridge. You do as he says, finding yourself a stool and scooting it over to the counter so you can watch him.
You're amazed, obviously by the fact that someone as unexpected as a boy from your statistics class has a cooking page, but more so by the nature of his movements. After setting up his phone on a small tripod and clicking record, he falls into a rhythm that's mesmerisingly beautiful to watch. Every grab of a bowl or flick of his wrist as he whisks this and stirs that, like a conductor bringing together a symphony.
You don't realise how long you've been silent until he looks up at you, almost as if to silently ask if you have any questions, all the while he's separating a couple egg yolks from their whites.
"So, what exactly are you making?"
"Mille-feuille," he responds.
"Milly- huh?"
He laughs softly at your attempt to mirror his pronunciation. "It's a French dessert, basically just puff pastry with some cream but it's a pain to make."
"So why are you making it?"
"Well, it's fun, I guess? It's nice to challenge myself to do things, even if it takes me a while, the satisfaction of mastering it is really like nothing else." He turns to you, a slight sparkle in his eye and you're taken aback by the pure passion in the way he talks.
"Wow, you really enjoy this, why are you studying at university then? Why not do this full-time as a chef or something?"
"Don't be silly, this is just like a hobby there's no way I could make it a job."
"Ten thousand people seem to say otherwise," you say, and as he pulls a couple things out of the oven and places them on the counter he turns to look at you with an expression that's equal parts confused and surprised. "Well, ten thousand people plus me."
He smiles earnestly, though you can tell you've made him a little shy by the way his cheeks are flushed. "Well, you haven't even tried it yet."
"You're right, how much longer?"
"Maybe another five minutes, why do you need to go?" His expression morphs into one of worry, almost as if he's pleading you not to leave.
"No," you laugh, "I'm fine to stay for as long as you want me to."
"Okay, good, I just," he says, searching for an excuse, "I just want you to taste it before you go."
"Right," you hum, looking around his dorm, or more his apartment complex. "If I had a space as big as this I'd probably throw a party every second night."
"Oh nah, parties aren't really my thing." You watch as he looks down shyly and for the first time, you notice the way the dim kitchen lights illuminate his soft brown curls.
You notice that the only thing separating the two of you is a couple inches of marble countertop and that this is the longest conversation you've had with him, ever. You notice, when his brown eyes rise to meet yours, that the bashful smile spread across his face makes your heart rate quicken a bit more - and for the couple of seconds you're able to hold eye contact with him, you're thinking about how oddly intimate this moment is.
A loud ringing sound brings you back to the current moment - the timer that Ollie set a couple minutes ago signalling that his dish is ready to plate. You straighten up on your stool, eyes darting around as the boy across from you hurries to take out a plate. You pull out your phone, just to have something to do with your hands, but as you do you hear a couple soft groans coming from Ollie's direction.
"Hey," you hear his timid tone call out to you, "could you help me?"
Hopping off of your stool, you pad your way over to where he's bent at an awkward angle, trying his best to hold a broken sheet of puff pastry together.
"Just put your hands where mine are," he instructs you, and you do as he says, allowing him to let out a sigh of relief as he reaches for a piping bag. As he does, you notice the phone camera pointed directly towards you.
"Won't I be in your shot?" you ask nervously.
"Don't worry, your face won't be in it and I can edit it out if you want," he brushes you off, clearly more concerned with the structural integrity of his dessert.
"Oh, right."
"Wait, just-" his voice is just above a whisper and before you realise what's happening you feel his warm touch on yours as he nudges your hands slightly into position. You try not to overthink the fact that his touch alone makes you feel so flustered that you almost drop the pastry. "Okay, hold still."
"Yes, chef," you joke in as serious a tone as you can, trying to alleviate the suddenly intimate tension between you two. You watch silently as he pipes a couple of dollops of custard onto the pastry then nudges you once more to let you know you can let go as he reaches for the last piece of pastry to place on top.
The two of you stand back, and you hear him let out a proud huff as he rests his hands on his hips. "Finally," he breathes, reaching into a drawer to retrieve a spoon.
As you watch him break apart the pastry he spent the last hour trying to perfect, you catch the tender smile he gives you and feel your heart warm at the fact that he seems so different to the awkward, shy boy you first served a couple weeks ago. The image of your classmate, who you only ever saw shuffling out of class as soon as possible, melts away as Ollie confidently scoops some of the custard onto the spoon.
You wait for him to bring it to his own lips, but instead watch it take a turn towards you, his eyes catching yours.
"Here," he smiles, "a payment for your help."
"Wh-" You're taken aback, partially by him not wanting to taste his own food first, but mostly by the fact that he seems to be insisting on feeding it to you. Obediently, you open your mouth and he feeds you the dessert, other hand cupping your chin to catch any crumbs that fall - and you can only hope he doesn't feel how hot your face gets when he does.
"Holy shit Ollie, that's delicious!" You exclaim, watching as his eyes survey your expression.
"Really? That's a relief then," he laughs, taking his own serving of the dessert, nodding thoughtfully as he tastes it. For the thousandth time that night, the two of you stand in silence, just looking at each other - though it's less awkward than you thought and more comfortable.
Until you see your phone on the countertop buzz awake and you catch sight of the time.
"Oh crap, it's past midnight!" you gasp, reaching for it and sending a text back to your roommate, who's probably wondering where you are.
"Do you need to get back?" Ollie asks, brows furrowed.
"Yes, I'm sorry, and thank you for all this it really was amazing-" you ramble out as you try your best to shove your feet into your shoes by the doorway. He seems a little lost by your sudden movements, dropping the spoon and padding his way over to you.
"Do you need me to walk you home?"
"No, no it's fine, I'm just in the next building and you should probably get to cleaning up all this anyways," you gesture to the small mess of used pans and bowls waiting for him in the kitchen behind.
"Right," you catch a tinge of disappointment in his tone, "well get home safe okay?"
"I will," you insist, letting out small grunts as you finally manage to get your second shoe on, "oh, and send me the video you post about this, I want to see my cameo!"
He laughs, "of course."
You're just about to reach for the doorknob and bid him farewell when you hear his voice pipe up again, a little less sure this time.
"Oh and hey, do you think you'd want to do this again?"
"Come over and watch you cook?" You're a little confused by his request since you were sure you had just been in his way all night.
"Yeah, I mean it's nice to have someone keep me company, and help me out when I need it," his hand rubs the back of his nape as he looks at the floor.
"Sure, I'd love to Ollie, you know where to find me anyways."
"Checkout number 4," he laughs, "goodnight."
"Goodnight Ollie," you respond with a smile and a wave before opening his dorm door and leaving.
It's only once you're out in the night air, frantically rushing from his building to yours - that you notice the smile hasn't left your face.
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based on @havanillas role swap au
normal ratio and gambler ratio switch places :3
probably gonna write this out when i finish up my argenthill fic
dr.kakavasha is suspicious of âLapisâ but chalks it up to him being weirder than usual
ratio actually understands whatâs going on and tries to play the role of Lapis. he hypothesized that aven probably took his place in this universe but when he sees dr.kakavasha he freezes up and almost reveals himself.
when dr. kakavasha actually has a meeting with veritas (by force not choice, more contrast between the characters hahaahha) he realizes its not Lapis and threatens veritas.
âYouâve done your research, you know that this stoneheartâs real name is veritas ratio, but it seems you somehow havenât caught wind of who he is now. I suggest you reveal yourself so you can lessen your punishment. Impersonation of a stoneheart is strictly forbidden.â
Ratio being ratio, uses his wits to convince dr.kakavasha. He understands that since Dr. Kakavasha is similar to himself, he should see his reasoning. Dr. Kakavasha is surprised at first, but after he learns of what Ratioâs universe is like he obliges and helps Ratio figure a way back home. All the while asking Ratio questions about himself as he finally has a chance to see who the Veritas Ratio he heard so much about while studying was like before he turned into Lapis. He does this to also understand Lapis better, because he wants to know what was the difference and why they became so different. He also is very surprised when veritas whips out his abalasor head because what the fuck?? when theyâre alone together ratio uses it when heâs deep in thought because while this is kakavasha, he isnât his.
aventurine immediately realizes itâs not his doctor bc while Lapis understands whatâs going on, he dreads having to be veritas ratio again. so he disappears (as best as he can) as he knows his counterpart will find a way to fix this. aven being aven finds Lapis (heâs lucky ofc heâs gonna find him) and is surprised to see how different Lapis is from veritas and makes note of how much nousâ gaze really impacted the both of them. (if aven already knows that ratio never received nousâ gaze make it so that he realizes how much it matters as well. idk if aven actually knows this so thatâs why we gotta research.) he also invites Lapis to stay with him bc Lapis has been staying at a run down hotel with a casino. aven invites him also because he wants to understand veritas more so if he learns more about Lapis, veritasâ opposite but still similar, heâll be able to figure veritas out. and also because he wants to find out how to get his doctor back. Safe to say he is SHOCKED when Lapis is almost exactly like himself. He knows he shouldnât be surprised since Lapis already explained what was going on, but heâs still surprised. While he would love to see a version of Ratio gamble and win 10 times in a row, he knows that his Doctor would hate to see his reputation ruined and to be thought of as a gambling addict so he makes sure that Lapis stops before things get even crazier. He opts to let Lapis gamble with himself to at least keep him entertained. Also while Aven originally let Lapis stay so they could find out how set things right, he is again shocked when Lapis slacks off and almost never touches a single book or article about dimensional travel.
âLapis, I hope you know that while I enjoy winning against you when we gamble,â Aven stated. He wanted to get a start on how to get his doctor back, and Ra- Lapis, had done as much as spending two seconds reading a book. He took a breath, âThatâs not why I invited you to stay with me.â
âI am aware, however Iâm sure your Ratio is on his way to figure out whatever happened. Heâs honestly probably working with my little doctor hah. Oh how I wish I couldâve seen Dr. Kakavashaâs face when he realized it wasnât me.â
Aventurine froze. âSorry, Kakavasha?â Lapis looked at him for a moment. And then laughed.
âOh right, hah. Here youâre not called by your birth name since your a stoneheart. I keep forgetting that, sorry Aventurine.â
Also thereâs probably one moment where Aven finds Lapis drunk and thereâs a reference to the comic the artist made.
âLapis stared into Aventurineâs eyes. Like he was lost in them. It seemed as though he could stare into those multicolored eyes forever.
âLapis, my friend, its about time we head back no? Iâm sure youâll regret not drinking any water tomorrow so-â
âTheyâre beautiful.â
ââŠWhat?â
âThose eyes.â He pauses, taking another moment to stare before he dons a smile too wide for the face Aventurine has come to know. âHah its just like what happened last time I drank this much.â The blondeâs eyes widen into saucers. The sharp inhale he does does nothing to calm himself down.
âHaha, is- is that so?â
âQuite. It's most likely the one constant throughout the universe. Your eyes will always be pretty, and they will always make me yearn.â Lapis whispers the end of that sentence, like if he says it any louder this moment will shatter into a million pieces, like a mirror.â
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minted (m) (snippet) | myg
title: minted (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street cart vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; haegeum au , gang au summary: all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous. note: again, this wasn't on the docket for 2024 until i saw one (1) mint yoongi edit on my pinterest feedđ anyways, this is dedicated to hali @sailoryooons for ur belated bday, nary @joonary for being a cutie pie and letting me adopt the tangerine cart girl idea in general, and luce @minttangerines for ur url and for being a wonderful friend. love you all! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, murder, gang activity, poor reader is just trying to get through the day, mint!yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, knife held to the throat, tension, reader suffers from âmy cabbagesâ levels of disaster, orange!jimin, fight scenes, both versions of yoongi have their own red warning labels smut warnings: to be dropped on drop day but lmfaoooo est. drop date: july 2024! teaser word count: 486 total word count: projecting 15-20kâïž
With a head full of thoughts, you stare into nothing, stirring your noodles and waiting for the heat to die down.Â
Maybe you shouldâve just walked a shorter distance and checked the shops you originally wanted to browse. If things went to plan, you couldâve been back home by now, freshly showered and curling up on your worn bed.Â
But instead, your feet are sore, your head is anything but washed, and you have to trek home empty-handedâon the first day off youâve had in months.Â
Defeated, you sigh, going back to your bowl and watching diced vegetables swirl in aromatic broth.Â
At least the food in this area seems good. And the fading decor really adds to theâŠÂ
Ambiance.Â
Wait.Â
You canât pull your eyes away from the group walking in, bringing heat from the sweltering sun on their clothes and in their eyes.Â
But you can only kid yourself for so long because the one that has your gaze tethered is the man in front. The one you havenât seen in weeks. The one looking right back at you with a visage so shadowed you feel like moving tables to let him pass.Â
âŠYoongi?Â
As he gets closer, you swallow hard, not expecting to see him and having no earthly idea what to do.Â
But from the slight confusion pinching his forehead, he didnât expect to see you, either. Which makes it even weirder when he slowly takes your chopsticks right from your fingers.Â
Hold on, whatâ
âWhat are youââ
A lone, long digit over lips is the only response you get, silencing you immediately before you whip your head around to watch him rush past.Â
All of them waste no time rushing up the stairs, a myriad of blues blending in with gritty paint and smoke.Â
And just like that, your reunion is over.Â
Home. You need to go home. Leave, leave, leave, because something is bound to be going down upstaiâ
A thud faintly shoots out into the staircase, and you spin around again in your chair, eyes snapping to the ceiling.Â
Shit.Â
Even though youâre on high alert, you realize with a quick sweep that no one else is noticing. Or moving. Or even paying attention to anything else but their own company.Â
Does no one else care about the commotion? Do hits happen in this area that often?Â
Mind running, you canât decide what to do. Because even though Yoongiâs guys have plenty of weapons, he clearly had nothing since he needed to borrow your damn eating utensils.
Another crash rains dust on conversations around your shoulders, causing you to look up one last time.Â
Go home, go home, go home. In what universe would Yoongi himself ever need your help here?
With one more look at your noodles, you curl your lips before biting a side.Â
Already yelling at yourself for choosing to book it towards the back staircase.
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Unconventional format / mixed media / meta / epistolary fic ideas:
Script format but the characters slowly break fourth wall until they grow self aware and scream to leave but the script confines them.
Mock up notes of an author's fic outline only for a "fan favourite" / "author's darling" character to gain sentience and influence the story. The character changes the outline to suit their own agenda, and their changes are marked with a different colour whereas black text means it's the author's will. Maybe another character using another colour gains sentience. The different colours fight for dominance. Mom says it's my turn with the keyboard hey what the fuck man excuse me I'm literally trying to save my family can you guys let go and let me write your character arcs in peace OH FUCK OFF
Recipe fic. The story is told via those unnecessarily long backstories on a recipe blog in which you learn about someone's grandma or a breakup or literally anything. Bonus points if the actual recipe deals with worldbuilding (what ingredients are available? What utensils are used? How to serve this meal? Woohoo Dungeon Meshi) or in-cheek recipes (eg. "Recipe for making up with your estranged mother - Step 1: Mix patience, nostalgia, and filial piety and let it marinate for ten years. Step 2: Throw that shit into the trash because you're better than that")
Travel fic. A character is lost and trying to find their way somewhere. GPS directions, googling "x place to x place", tickets and dates, train station maps, leaflets. It gets weirder and weirder. You never get closer to your destination. You're walking around in circles. It's always 10 meters away. Where are you going and where have you been?
Receipts. Try to infer what a character is doing judging from the weird things they buy together. Also yipppee inflation tracker. On the other side, maybe it can be about a cashier/ shop owner getting to know their customers and what they order.
Written from the pov of an non-native English speaker, all the English words are italicized whereas their native tongue are the only words not italicized. Inspired by Kupu rere kÄ by Alice Te Punga Somerville. This is because I got salty about people from Ao3 Reddit saying they won't read a fic in all italics.
Murder mystery / "Among Us" style impersonation fic strictly using the chatfic format. Characters and readers will have to figure out which character has been killed and replaced from the way they text and use emojis. This is also because I got salty about Ao3 Reddit being a wee bit pretentious about emoji usage in fics. Maybe emojis can be important plot devices! Some people prefer to sign off messages with a heart emoji of their signature colour, so won't it be weird if they use another coloured heart? How about someone using lapslock suddenly using proper capitalisation and full stops? Can you tell if someone's phone has been stolen? What if someone's mother is pretending to text like their child? Why is someone suddenly only using UwU speak? Is it a bit, or have they been replaced?
Innocuous second person POV until the last line where it's suddenly revealed to be first person POV all along and the "I" has been stalking and narrating "you".
Other fun bits / Easter eggs / secrets to hide:
Decoding within the text itself. Maybe we get given instructions to find a word in x chapter on page y on the nth line. And when we as readers collect all the words, they form a sentence that spells out an important fact which the characters are oblivious to. Or maybe the in-universe characters find a book with the same title as the irl fic with a bookmark in it, and if you go to where the bookmark is stuck irl, you'll find the murderer plainly stated. The rest of the fic is about the readers having hard confirmation of who the murderer is while characters don't know.
A phrase is subtly repeated throughout the text of the fic and is spelled out with the letter that begins a sentence. It gives off the effect that the narrator is screaming and crying into the void (to the readers in the fourth wall) while trying to avoid detection. Bonus points if the same word is repeated for pages and pages to the point the lack of sentence variation feels weird and clunky.
Morse code!! I love morse code! Using onomatopoeia to convey the dots and dashes! The sound of rain pattering on the tin rooftopâ drop, drop, drop. A low whistle of a train rumbling in the distance. He slowly sharpens his knife, creating a shiiing sound. A lengthy, high pitched squeal from his kettle. A dog barks. A sharp knock. His heart thumps. Dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot dot. SOS. Maybe a character's death scene spells out the name of their mysterious murderer. Maybe a character is reminiscing their deceased loved one and the scene spells out what the deceased person would've wanted to tell themâ "LIVE ON" or "I LOVE YOU" or something.
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Chapter Two
After a major shift, your life has become a series of monotonous routines. Eat, sleep, go to work, repeat. But when you find a man bleeding on the subway with no idea how he got there, things become anything but ordinary.
General content warnings: isekai/parallel universe, modern AU, mentions of blood and canon-typical violence, some light angst, eventual smut.
chapter warnings: brief discussion of human trafficking
word count: 3.2k
âWhere did you find him again?â
âOn my way home last night on the subway.â
â... And he wasââ
âIn the full scout uniform, yeah.â
Your friend and fellow nurse, Allie, pauses in the wake of your words, eyes fixed on the door at the other end of the hall where one of the hospitalâs doctors took Levi to be examined.
Theyâve been back there for over an hour now, and youâre starting to get nervous. If this goes badly, youâre never going to live it down with your coworkers.
âIs he hot?â
Your jaw hangs when Allieâs words register, and you turn back to her with an incredulous look.
âI told you all that and thatâs what you take from it?â
She raises her hands up in a defensive gesture. âIâm just saying, if the universe decided to drop a man into my lap that thought he was Erwin Smith, I would take advantage of the situation.â
That, oddly enough, makes you laugh.
âHe isnât Levi Ackerman,â you say once youâve calmed down. âHe probably just hit his head on the way from a costume party and got confused.â
On the other side of the nurseâs station, Allie groans and gets up. âWhereâs your sense of adventure?â
âIâm being realistic,â you defend.
âWe see weirder things walk into this hospital every day.â
âI think an anime character come to life would surpass anything weâve ever seen.â
With a defeated little sigh, she grabs a file and rounds the corner. âWell, whatever he is, I have to get back to work.â She taps the file on your shoulder as she passes. âHave fun with Beyblade. Let me know what Paul says.â
Just as she starts down the corridor, the door at the end of the hall opens and Dr. Paul Holloway exits the exam room. His expression is solemn as he gestures for you to join him.
âThank you again for doing this on such short notice, Dr. Holloway,â you greet him. âDid you find out anything?â
He looks down for a moment at the clipboard in his hand. âWell, the only thing really to note is that he doesnât seem to know what year it is or where he is, but all of his tests and scans came back normal. Cognition and reflexes otherwise seem to be just fine.â
He rifles through the pages for a moment before continuing. âThere are no drugs in his system, and no significant injuries that I could find that would cause this sort of temporary amnesia, so I would have to refer him out to a specialist if you wanted more answers. But as of now, my only guess could be that maybe he was trafficked and escaped. Possibly in a fugue state for so long that he has no recollection of how he got here.â
You listen intently. That wouldnât explain the clothes you found him in, but itâs worth considering all the same. Large cities were usually hubs for human trafficking. Itâs more likely than Allieâs theory at least.
Dr. Holloway seems to sense your thought process. âHe should recover his memories soon, but I would suggest maybe filing a police report. Iâm sure he has a family out there somewhere whoâs missing him.â
You consider it. âYeah,â you say, nodding. âIâll mention it. Thanks again, Dr. Holloway.â
âOf course.â
You wait quietly as he opens the exam room door again and beckons Levi out.
Heâs just as passive as ever when he sees you waiting. With a departing nod, Dr. Holloway continues down the hall to another exam room.
âSo,â you begin, âhow are you feeling?â
âLike a test subject,â Levi grumbles, falling into step with you. âFour-Eyes would love this place.â
You turn to look at him. âHuh?â
âNothing,â he quickly says. âSo, are you satisfied now? I can go?â
You walk through the nearby exit door on the side of the building and onto the street.
âWell, Dr. Holloway didnât find anything wrong, so I guess youâre welcome to go wherever you like,â you say. âBut I really think you should go to the police. I think something really bad has happened to you, Levi. They might be able to help you.â
While you speak, Levi looks around, studying the cars as they pass and the tall buildings.
âSomehow, I doubt that,â he sighs. âI think Iâm too far from home to go back.â
The recognition that bleeds through his tone makes you curious. âDo you remember where youâre from?â
âIt doesnât matter.â His mouth twists into a frown. âItâs definitely not around here.â
You want to keep pressing but ultimately decide against it. It isnât as if itâs any of your business, but you feel a sense of responsibility for his well-being. You were the one who found him, and if you have the means to help him get to where he needs to go, youâd be willing to offer. It isnât as if youâve got anything else going on in your life, but you can only do so much when he doesnât want you to pry into his personal life.
âWell...â you trail off, unsure. âI need to get some groceries but once we get back to my place, I can wash your clothes before you leave. Thatâll give you some time to decide what you want to do.â
To your surprise, it doesnât take him long to agree.
âOkay,â he nods. âLetâs go.â
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The supermarket isnât far from your apartment, so you get onto the city metro together. Itâs a familiar route to you, but itâs clear that Levi isnât accustomed to the amount of people that cram themselves together into the narrow space at once.
There arenât any seats when you climb on, so youâre forced to stand together in one of the corner exits. At the very least, Levi remembers to grab onto one of the handrails just before the train starts movingâan action that he still seems to find disgusting despite the necessity.
âWhat?â you laugh at his pinched expression.
âI think I preferred it the way it was last night,â he remarks, not doing anything to hide his distaste while looking around. âHow often do these things get cleaned?â
You blink. âUh, I donât know. Probably only when something seriously hazardous happens. Like blood or puke.â
The look on his face only grows.
âDonât worry. I have sanitizer in my bag. I can give you some when we get off,â you promise. âI never got rid of the habit from covid.â
The way Leviâs brows furrow suggest that he doesnât know what either of those things are either, but you just shake your head, wordlessly promising to explain later.
Once youâre off the train and back out onto the street, you move to the side to pull the aforementioned bottle out of your bag. Levi watches quietly until you reach and squeeze some of the liquid into his upturned palm.
He lifts it closer to his face. âWhat is this?â
âItâs sanitizer,â you say, rubbing your hands together. âJust rub it in like this. It kills the germs on your hands that you can get from touching random surfaces.â
He follows your example, albeit a bit more slowly, and you set off again down the street.
The rest of the walk is done mostly in silence. Thankfully, Levi doesnât seem to mind. He chooses mostly to walk along beside you, occasionally looking up at skyscrapers as you pass them or balk at the occasional interaction on the street. Thereâs a sense of wonder and curiosity that settles on his face, smoothing out the stern glare that youâve seen him wear since you first found him on the metro.
It really is like heâs never seen anything like it before, and you wonder again about his history. He doesnât seem afraid of anything, merely curious as he walks, and he carries himself confidently. Like a soldierâŠ
No, that was Allie influencing your thoughts. Thereâs no way this man was the Levi Ackerman. Even if he had his hair, his stature, the same sullen expression, and similar mannerisms to ones youâve seen in the anime. Itâs an impossible thought. Youâre not even considering it.
âWhat are you staring at?â
You blink and realize that heâs looking at you now and holy shit, his eyes are even that shade of blue-grey.
You turn forward again just as a crosswalk changes for you to go. âNothing,â you say quickly. âYou just⊠remind me of someone.â
He doesnât replyâmost likely because he doesnât careâbut youâre grateful that he doesnât pay it any mind.
But by the time youâve entered the supermarket and grabbed a cart, your curiosity outweighs your hesitation.
âCan I ask you something?â
Beside you, Levi scans the produce aisle youâre approaching with passive interest. âThat depends.â
Ignoring him, you press forward. âIs there some reason you wonât tell me whatâs going on?â
You speak and he turns to look at you, his brows furrowed.
âI mean, itâs pretty obvious that thereâs more to what happened than youâre letting on,â you continue. âAnd I know itâs none of my business, butâŠâ
âYouâre right. It is none of your business.â
The comment stings more than you expect, but you try to quickly brush it off. You donât know this man, and in a matter of an hour or so heâll be gone. Youâd promised yourself that as long as he was healthy, you wouldnât meddle.
But after everything youâve done for him, it still feels unfair to treat you so dismissively. He acts like youâre a nuisance more than the person who cleaned him up and gave him a place to sleep out of the cold.
The ensuing silence is tense. You push your cart forward, suddenly eager to get out as quickly as possible. The faster you get home, the quicker he leaves. If thatâs what he wants after everything youâve done, he can have it.
Youâre moving through the selection of deli cheeses when Levi speaks up again.
âYou wouldnât believe me if I told you,â he says in a low voice. âI wouldnât believe it myself if I wasnât witnessing it with my own eyes.â
You look around, following his gaze as it skims over the refrigerated walls of pre-packaged meat and cheese.
âWhat are you talking about? Itâs a grocery store.â
He huffs. âThat doctor said the year was 2024.â
You change course, leading the way into an aisle of canned goods. âYeah?â
Itâs quiet for a long moment. Leviâs arms are crossed over his chest as he follows along.
âI donât know how it happened, but Iâm not from here.â He pauses for a moment as you pull some cans from a shelf and place them in your cart. âIâm not from this time.â
You stop for a moment and look at him. On his face is the same look he had the night before, that same sincerity when he told you heâd been looking for some sort of headquarters.
You canât help it. You chuckle. âYouâre talking about time travel.â
âIf thatâs what you want to call it.â
You continue down the aisle and turn into the next one. âLevi, thereâs never been a recorded instance of time travelâŠever. Itâs never happened.â
Levi rolls his eyes. âSee? You donât believe me.â
âIt isnât about believing you. Itâs impossible.â
But even as you say it, you donât feel entirely convinced that itâs true.
Improbable, sure. Very unlikely. Insane that youâre even considering it, but the more you think about it, the more the pieces seem to fall into place.
The way you found him, his clothes, the way he looks around at everything like heâs seeing it all for the first time. Thereâs no indication that he has a serious head injury, so you canât fall back on that anymore. And the trafficking? Well⊠Youâve been trained to look for red flags, and nothing about his situation seems to fit with that explanation.
Plus, there are the coins you found in the pockets of his clothes this morning. Copper and silver ones bearing symbols you donât recognize. The silhouette of a woman in a crown.
Youâd looked up every conceivable country that you could think of that might fit the bill and nothing had matched.
Thereâs no way that what heâs saying is true though, right? If you believe him, youâd have to believe all of itâmeaning that he is Levi Ackerman and that the events of Attack on Titan are real.
No, thatâs silly. In all of recorded history, thereâs never been a single event that coincides with the existence of man-eating titans. Belief in giants is a fringe theory not backed by actual evidence.
But, still. Just to humor him.
âWhat time are you from then?â you ask.
â854.â
You stop and stare at him. âYou realize thatâsâŠover a thousand years ago, right?â
With his mouth in a thin line, Levi nods.
You continue to stare, waiting for a break in his composure. The inevitable laugh that will surely come, marking this entire conversation as a joke, but it never comes.
âYouâre serious,â you finally say.
Levi blinks. âYou believe me?â
God, what do you believe? âIâŠâ You bring your hands to your face. The middle of the pasta aisle is not the place to be weighing the possibility of time travel. âNo,â you finally say. âI mean, I donât knowâŠcan you prove it?â
Levi raises a brow. âHow am I supposed to prove it to you?â
âI donât know. Youâre the one claiming to be over a thousand years old.â
âIâm not claiming to beââ he cuts himself off with an irritated sigh. âYouâre just as bad as the brats back home.â
Something in your patience finally snaps.
You start walking again, needing space. âYou know, you could stand to be a bit nicer to me considering all Iâve done for you.â
For a long moment, thereâs only the rattling sound of the cartâs wheels as they roll down the aisle.
âI am grateful,â Levi finally says, surprisingly still following next to you. âBut I didnât ask you to interfere.â
âWell, most people wouldnât have just left a man to bleed all over the metro. Iâm sorry I have basic human decency.â
âBasic human decency would have been pointing me in the direction of the nearest sink,â he points out. âYou let me sleep on your couch.â
You turn to glare at him. âIâm sorry, are you complaining right now?â
âIâm saying that I donât like owing people,â he says.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. âYou donât owe me anything. I would have done the same thing for anyone.â
Levi doesnât look like he completely believes you, but at least he lets the matter rest.Â
He follows you the rest of the way through the store in thoughtful silence.
Left to your own devices, you grab things without thinking, relying on muscle memory to lead you to the items you usually buy. It isnât as if you deviate much from your favorite meals, so the rest of the process is quick.
By the time youâve grabbed everything you need, your mood has improved enough that you feel a bit remorseful for doubting him.
Even if it was a weird idea, Levi appeared genuine. Like Dr. Holloway had said, heâd probably regain his memories soon. If he really didnât remember anything about modern life, he was going to need someone to help him.
Maybe he shouldnât leave so soon.
It isnât until you turn around to speak that you realize youâre alone. A quick look around the aisle confirms that Leviâs nowhere to be seen. Thatâs odd. When had he wandered off?
You begin searching back through the aisles and after a few minutes, you spot him. Standing in front of the long, neat shelves lined with tea and coffee. Something akin to dread settles into your stomach at the sight.
He glances over as you approach and places a box back on the shelf. A beat passes before he clears his throat and says, âIâve never seen so much tea in one place before.â
âDo you want some?â you ask, glancing at the box he put backâa black tea blend. He doesnât respond, simply skimming over the labels again with a peculiar glint in his eye.
You donât wait for an answer and pluck the box off of the shelf. He doesnât stop you as you place it into your cart.
Itâs a truce. An apology and an acknowledgment that youâre helping him all in one.
You turn your cart back around and lead the way toward the front. âIâm all done. Letâs go.â
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The walk back home isnât as tense as before, but it isnât exactly comfortable either.
You keep watching Levi every chance you get. He appears more thoughtful. His gaze lingers just as it always has on the buildings and the people walking past. Cars, billboards, restaurants, all of it.
Itâs got to be overwhelming. Not that you're believing him, but if he believes that he isnât from this time, it has to be a shock to see so many unfamiliar things at once.
âWhat are you thinking about?â you finally ask.
His expression remains passive as he takes a deep breath, like heâs grounding himself. âEverything just looks soâŠâ
âArtificial?â you supply when he pauses, but the look on his face tells you heâs confused by the word you use. You try again. âUh, not natural?â
âI was going to say clean.â His voice goes soft as he looks around again. âThe air is clean.â
Not sure how to respond, you turn forward and continue down the street.
It doesnât take much longer to reach your apartment.
Levi helps carry the bags of groceries upstairs and into your kitchen, where he stands awkwardly as you unload everything into their respective spots. Luna, still curious, climbs onto the table nearby, making Levi scowl.
Surprisingly, he doesnât shoo her away when he decides to take a seat, and he even goes so far as to let her sniff him as he looks out of the window.
You smile when you hear her chirp. A noise that you know she makes when she feels like sheâs being ignored.
âYou can pet her, you know?â you look over your shoulder to tell him.
He meets you with a bored look. âI know. I donât want to.â
As if she can understand him, Luna meows again.
After you put the last item away in your fridge, you move to sit at the table across from him.
âSo what are you going to do?â you ask.
âI donât know,â he replies, and for the first time, he sounds truly at a loss.
âWell, youâre welcome to keep staying here for a bit longer,â you say, petting Luna when she slinks over to you. âUntil we figure something out.â
His eyes narrow slightly. âWe,â he repeats.
You meet his gaze evenly. âLook, I donât know where you came from or how you got here, but youâre here now and youâre still a human being. As long as youâre open to letting me help, I will.â
He seems to think on it for a moment before agreeing. âThere are worse things in the world, I suppose.â
And you think thatâs as close to a thank you as youâll get.
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heart aches - TEASER
đ starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader
đź preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasnât been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. âDonât leave me again,â you whisper. âNever again,â he promises.
tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) baby.
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It feels like deja vu to be walking into your apartment with Jaehyun. Youâve had the same unit for years- and you know it must feel even weirder for your ex to be here again after practically living here with you for half of your time in university together.Â
As you toss your keys onto the entryway table, you hear a familiar meow. Your cat slinks in from the kitchen, but instead of heading to you, she immediately moves toward Jaehyunâs feet, letting out an obnoxiously loud purr as she begins to rub against him.
âLooks like Mittens hasnât forgotten me either,â Jaehyun smiles, immediately bending down to pick up the fluffy grey and white kitty. She leans into his touch, purring like an engine as he scratches he cheeks. Her paws begin to make softies on his arm, and it makes your heart ache.
Youâve dated a few guys casually in Jaehyunâs absence, and Mittens has never liked any of them. She always was a daddyâs girl- after all, youâd started dating Jaehyun only a few months after youâd picked her up from the shelter.Â
You still have pictures of the two of them on your phone, hidden in a secret file- youâd never had the heart to delete them, and as you watch their reunion, youâre glad you never did.
âShe missed you,â you admit. âWe both did.â
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The Iâll be there for you series is ace! đ„” Iâd love a funny blurb about Steve walking in on reader and sheâd just go out the shower! Steve would be so flustered. Kinda reminds me of when Chandler saw Rachel naked đ
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"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist
pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 702 words
warnings: explicit language
summary:Â in which a very awkward moment occurs when youâre late for classÂ
author's note:Â thank you for the request!! i loved this idea lol
general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full âloreâ it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333
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Fall 1985
You were already running late for your nine-thirty class, so you thought you might as well make your lateness worth it.Â
You decided to actually put an effort into picking out an outfit for the day before taking a longer shower than usual because why not?
Twenty minutes later, you were pulling your towel from around you and starting to wipe the mirror to clear the steam from it, when the bathroom door abruptly opened.
Steve started walking in, gaze first meeting your immediate confused one. His eyes then glanced down for the briefest of moments before he quickly jumped back and slammed the door shut. âOh. Fuck. Shit.â
âWhat the hell just happened?â Your bathroom door was now firmly closed, but you were still staring at it with wide eyes as you wrapped your towel back around you.Â
âIâm sorry.â You heard Steveâs voice. âI thought you werenât here because youâre usually gone and headed to your nine-thirty class by now. And I ran out of body wash, so I was coming in to steal yours. Itâs nine-fifteen, why arenât you at class right now?â
He was rambling and you didnât have to actually see him to know that he looked so flustered right then. If you werenât still completely thrown and in shock by the entire current situation, you mightâve laughed.Â
âI woke up late and decided to just take my time instead of rushing,â You explained, making sure your voice was loud enough as you went back into the shower to grab something. âThis professor is barely ever on time anyway.âÂ
âOh, okay.âÂ
You opened the door and Steve immediately turned around. âDonât worry, I have a towel on now.â He faced you again and you handed over your body wash. âI hope you enjoy smelling like lavender and vanilla for the day.â
âThank you. I will,â He said, evading your eyes and keeping his gaze fixed on your bedroom floor. You could still see how red his cheeks were. âOnce again, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine,â You told him. In that moment it didnât necessarily feel fineâ your best friend had just seen you fucking naked for goodness sakeâ but you knew that it would eventually feel fine, and you didnât want to make things weirder than they were. So, you instead decided to make a joke. âIâll just have to see your little Harrington one day to make things even.â
Somehow, Steveâs face turned an even brighter shade of red.Â
âSteve, Iâm kidding. Obviously,â You said as you readjusted your towel a bit, holding it firmly shut around you with just one hand so that you could use the other to poke your best friend standing in front of you. âStop being weird and awkward about this. You saw me naked for a second, whatever, thatâs okay.â You thought about your words for a second. âOkay, itâs not âokay,â but it will be. Letâs just forget this ever happened.â
He nodded after a second and you let out a happy sigh in relief, muttering out a quick, âGreat.â You were about to turn around and go back into the bathroom but Steve started talking before you could.Â
âYâknow, if seeing my⊠stuff is what it takes to restore balance between us, then we should do that,â He said and hearing the playful tilt in his voice made you smile.Â
âI honestly think that if I saw your little Harrington right now it would just make things even more weird than they already are.â
âOkay, in that case, Iâll keep my pants on,â He told you and you laughed a bit. âItâs also not little, by the way.â
Now it was your turn for your cheeks to warm in awkwardness. You rolled your eyes as you finally turned away from him and started heading back into the bathroom. âEw, oh God, please get out of my room. I didnât need to know that, and youâre giving me way too many scarring visuals now.âÂ
When you closed the door behind you, you heard Steve say, âOh, and weâre definitely taking this moment to the grave.â
You nodded even though he couldnât see you. âOf course. I thought that was obvious.â
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Name: Blewbird Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder
Blewbird is weird. I mean, no duh, it's being featured on "Weird Mario Enemies," even if our blog title gets less and less fitting by the day, but I mean weirder than you'd realize by just looking at it at a glance. If you just take a quick glance at it, you might not think much of it -- just a stylized cartoon bluebird, reminiscent of The Artist Formerly Known As Twitter.
But then you look at it more closely, notice things like its black shell and brown shoes. How weirdly smooth its skin is, without even the suggestion of feathers. The fact it doesn't have wings at all. The fact these things burrow out of the ground.
Oh, and let's not forget the fact they shoot off their own beaks!
Yeah, let's not ignore the main hook of the enemy here! Blewbirds predominantly appear in the level Blewbird Roost, where they'll stand against walls and shoot out their beaks at Mario and Friends. Of course, usually their beaks end up sticking to walls across from them...
And unfurling into platforms! That's right! Blewbirds are an animal that evolved to create Platforming Challenges! Is this how they traverse all the open air in the caves they live in without wings? It's not like they can burrow everywhere!
So whatever Blewbirds are, I'm pretty sure they're not birds. Blewbirds are birds in the sense that jellyfish are fish. (A comparison I'm pretty sure I've made multiple times on the blog at this point.) But if they aren't birds, then what are they? Well, let's take another look at Blewbird without its beak...
Does it remind you of anything...?
Because it reminds me of Birdo, another character who's named after a bird for no particularly good reason whatsoever! Almost like it's all connected... But I mean, the similarities are hard to ignore -- the tube mouth optimized for shooting projectiles, the white underbelly, the weirdly smooth skin, heck, you could probably make the very bold argument that Blewbird's ponytail and Birdo's bow are connected somehow.
But wait! I'm not ending things right there, because Blewbird doesn't only have similarities to Birdo...
You see, Nintendo has connected the Birdos and Yoshis for a while now, as Mario's main Weird Dinosaur Characters, but there hasn't been an awful lot actually connecting them in-universe... until now?! For you see, I'm making the radical claim that Blewbirds are proof of a missing link species that connects the Yoshis and Birdos! Look at it! The tube mouth of Birdo. The shell and shoes of Yoshi. It's all so clear now!
Blewbirds aren't birds! They're some sort of weird dinosaur! Just like... just like... just like real birds. Hmm.
Maybe I need to rethink the point I was making with this post. Taxonomy is weird, guys.
*phone ringing*
Oh! Hold on, I need to answer that. Hello?
Hmmm... as a matter of fact, I think I am! I spent so much time talking about Yoshis and Birdos that I forgot to do this: *touches Wonder Flower to trigger Wonder Effect for the post*
During Blewbird Roost's Wonder Effect, Blewbirds will start blowing very large, very colorful bubbles! Your character can bounce on these bubbles to go *Pauline voice* âȘ High up in the sky~! âȘ, but you need to be careful, since each bubble pops when you jump on it! The number of Blewbirds in the Blewbird Roost doesn't make that much of an issue, but in a Special World level where you're a Goomba who can hardly jump at all? Well... Good Luck!
That being said, this raises even more questions about Blewbird anatomy, because they blow these bubbles out of their beaks! You know, the ones they shoot off that, as far as I'm aware, aren't even part of their bodies? And in order to blow bubbles out of their beak, their mouth has been moved to the end of it! What is going on here?!
I'm not sure, but I can try to provide a relatable human analogy! Imagine if you put a Cone in your mouth, but someone nearby touched a Wonder Flower, so the Cone fused to your face and the mouth was at the end of the Cone, and you were very scared about this development so you tried to scream but only bubbles came out. We've all been there! And for the Blewbird, it's exactly like this. Hopefully now you understand!
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just her color
cw: 2.7 wc, female reader, violence, gore, it gets pretty descriptive, slightly nsfw (y'all have sex lol), dark academia(ish) setting
âA girl has been found dead on campusâ Jeanâs brows are furrowed as he skims through his twitter timeline âshit, I think I know who she is?â
âWhat?â Sasha straightens up in her seat, iced latte promptly put down. The table grows silent, youâve grabbed Jeanâs wrist to peek at his screen in disbelief. Someone dying at your college, the most boring place on earth, is difficult to believe.
âHoly shitâ you let go of your friendâs wrist and meet Sashaâs gaze âitâs Yuki. Remember? She used to be in our history classâ
She opens her mouth in a small âoâ, realization freezing her surprised features.
âNakamura Yuki?â Erenâs breath catches in his throat âthatâs impossible, I literally saw her last week. Didnât she tutor students with you, âMin?â
âYeah but that was last yearâ Armin shakes his head âwhat the hell happened? From what I remember she didnât care for parties or weird companiesâ
âNot sure, theyâre jut saying sheâs been found outside her dormâ Jean puts away his phone with a grim look on his face, cappuccino long forgotten. Connie used to have a crush on that girl, he hopes to find him before he has the chance to get the news from social media.
âDo you guys think it was an accident?â all pigment seems to have been sucked out of Erenâs face and you instinctively push back some of the hair from his forehead.
âAn accident? What dâyou mean?â you tilt your head to the side, pose the question carefully weighing each word.
âI donât know. Alcohol poisoning? Maybe someone spiked her drink?â
A shudder teases your spine, almost makes you retract your hand. âSo youâre saying⊠someone did it?â
âNot on purpose. Iâm just speculatingâ
âWhy?â Sasha chimes in âstop it, itâs weird. If somethingâs off, the school is gonna tell usâ
âYeah, right, they definitely willâ you scoff.
âMaybe it was like a heart attackâ Armin seems unconvinced himself as he finishes his tea, surely gone cold by now.
âSure, that sounds likelyâ you push back the mug containing your black coffee, suddenly nauseous ânext time my parents ask how things are going up here, Iâll finally have the perfect answer. Oh, youâll never guess the novelty: girls are being murdered on campus now!â
âNo oneâs been murderedâ Eren is annoyed and eager to change the subject. Everyone else is too. You kinda get it: itâs weird that a girl you all somehow knew is suddenly dead, itâs even weirder that something so dreadful had to happen on your campus of all places.
On the slopes of mount Rokko, in Kobe, nothing really ever happens. You attend a private university that counts a few thousand students and an international exchange program that no one really ever applies to. Your professors like to call the insistution âKobeâs best kept secretâ but to you thatâs just a pretentious way to present an old school with an even older set of rules that simply make your lives excruciatingly harder. No visits allowed except for graduations or special ceremonies, everyone is supposed to be in their rooms by 9:30 pm (as security keeps a record of students who are caught roaming in the corridors at night), no one is allowed to leave the building except for Sundays and even then if you donât have your identity card with you, the chances that youâll spend the night in the woods are pretty high because security doesnât really give a shit.
But if they donât mind leaving students locked outside for the night (it has happed), the appreciation for bribes runs equally high: itâs not uncommon among students to offer as much as „308,230 to buy their silence for a plethora of activities. Money is power even on top of mount Rokko and it can be used to secure sex, parties, drugs, alcohol, just like it does anywhere else.
Which is why everyone seems to be asking themselves the same question: who the hell used money to secure an assassination?
Soon after the finding and despite the rectorâs efforts, Yukiâs picture was passed around in group chats and social media posts like a collectible card. Most senders had the decency to forward the blurred version of the photo but pretty much everyone saw the first, original variant, and the school couldnât keep it a secret for a minute longer: a murder it was.
You spent the following days unable to get proper sleep, eyes wide open scanning the ceiling for the majority of the night, the image of that girlâs empty, horrified stare chasing you until dawn, pulse rapidly tapping against your skin at the thought. Sasha doesnât speak of her nightmares but youâre sure they resemble your own dreams: one hand pointlessly closed around a pale throat slashed open, the dark halo of thin hair framing a face gone cold, liquid red lipstick smeared across lips like a macabre tribute to joker.
If few can get out of the school, basically no stranger can step foot inside. Which means, and every single female student is painfully aware of it, that they are sharing their campus with a killer.
Youâve all been moving in packs lately, no girl has been seen wandering around the school without her friends or boyfriend and youâre no exception: if Sasha is almost always escorted by Jean and Connie, Eren basically refuses to leave your side and has been staying the night more and more often.
âI know cops freak you outâ he tries to keep the spirits high, indulges in some humor to ease part of the tension in your shoulders as the investigation unfolds and strangers search your dorm a million times.
âPigsâ you utter under your breath shortly before flashing a smile to one of the officers you pass by on your way to class âhow dumb dâyou have to be to be still groping in the dark? Theyâre cluelessâ
He shrugs, trying hard to suppress a smirk because what the hell, theyâre only there because a girl has been murdered and it wouldnât be appropriate to smile âtheyâll never figure it out anywayâ
You look up at him, confusion evident by the crease between your brows. Eren clears his throat.
âEveryone knows the school wants to handle this shit internallyâ he lowers his voice in a murmur âI wouldnât be surprised if the rector was actually trying to get rid of themâ
âWhat the fuck? Why would he do that? Parents are already freaking out, threatening to pick up their kids and cancel their enrollments, does the rector want to reign over an abandoned bulk of shitty old bricks?â
âHow much did you look into those articles about our school that Armin sent us last year?â Eren tilts his head a little, an amused twitch of the lips indicating that heâs about to do the thing you hate the most: be a smartass.
âNot muchâ you stand defeated and your boyfriend grins.
âItâs not the first time someoneâs died here, Gako has a pretty long history of secret societies that are believed to have performed some fucked up initiations. Itâs mainly why we donât have them anymore, at least officially. The degree of independence from the rectorate was pretty high, they essentially had an agreement: vivit et vivetâ.
âWhat?â your brows furrow, skeptical. Eren basks in your confusion.
âLive and let live. Keep your nose out of our business and weâll do our best to stay discreetâ
You refrain from asking where the fuck he even learned latin as a more urgent question arises. âBut why would the rectorate even agree?â
âThose students came from some of the richest, most influential families of the Taisho era. Gako cares a lot about history and tradition andâŠâ
âPrestigeâ
Eren nods.
âThey kept the money flowing and the name shining. Those societies were Gako, I bet our current rector himself is an ex member of the Cauda Venenum or whatever the fuck it wasâ
Thereâs a pause as the story sinks in, all the implications that single revelation could hold. âWow. You seem to have really enjoyed those articles, Armin mustâve been thrilledâ
He laughs a bit at that and shrugs, pulls you closer to his body, pretends not to notice the inkling shadow of suspicion quivering beneath the surface of your words.
You donât point out that what happened to Yuki is far from resembling an initiation, nor you dwell on the main undertone of the entire conversation: if what Eren said is true, the case could very well remain unsolved and the murderer would be allowed to roam free through the halls, perhaps for evermore. The mere thought sends a chill down your spine. Vivit et vivet.
The Yuki topic is banned from being discussed with Sasha, she gets nervous really easily and is already painfully on edge every single day. Despite Jean and Connie basically never leaving her side, you know part of her wishes she had a boyfriend to rely on or keep close at night, one that would pull her into him as she wakes up from those hellish nightmares, chest heaving painfully. Thatâs precisely why you donât bring up Eren to her: not his weirdly cemented assumptions, not the fact that you want to keep your distance for at least a day or two. And so, as it often happens, Armin becomes the designated listener to all your bitching and moaning.
âHeâs just being weird, I guessâ you grumble over breakfast, a portion of blueberry pancakes covered in dense syrup âand I donât know how to make it clear to himâ
âHow to make what clear to him?â
âThat heâs giving me the creepsâ
Your friend chuckles at that.
âIâm sure Erenâs simply as freaked out as everyone else, heâs just trying to make sense out of the whole thing. I do appreciate that at least someone went through the material I shared, thoughâ
âI was planninâ toâ you protest âeventuallyâ
âSure you wereâ Armin rolls his eyes but thereâs fondness in his resigned gaze.
A comfortable silence drapes over the two of you as you keep eating, the chatter floating around the mess hall reaches you like the rolling of heavy, long sea waves. Thereâs a storm raging outside, although not much can be seen from the stained glass windows that are closer to the vaulted ceilings than the long, wooden tables filled with students. The only real indicators are the distant rumbling of the thunder and a group of pupils who barged through the doors soaked from head to toe.
âI know youâre just as scared, yâknowâ Armin calmly cuts through the silence, eyes on his now empty plate âeven if you always wanna act all toughâ
âYes, Iâll admit Iâm slightly nervous at the idea that a murderer is currently wandering around our school and that our rector may very well be doing nothing to actually find said homicidal maniacâ the words come out harsher than intended so you try to soften them around the edges âsorry, I just⊠itâs shitty. And I feel like I donât get to complain because I have a boyfriend who is always making sure Iâm not lonely or scared whileâŠâ
âSasha doesnât?â
Ugh, Armin. Ever the receptive empath.
You hang your head lower, shoulders hunched. He offers another one of his gentle smiles.
âA student has been found with her throat split open, on campus. I think you get a pass for being nervous about it, even if you have a boyfriendâ
âThank you, âMinâ the smile you offer in exchange is probably not as sweet nor fully persuaded but you do truly appreciate his courtesy.
When you get back to your room at the end of a very long, tiring and unfortunately wet day (you 100% forgot to bring your just-in-case umbrella and thought running would be a safe, dry enough strategy to bolt from one class to the other), all you want is to kick off your muddy shoes, add some logs to the fireplace, take a piping hot shower and melt into the comfort of your bed. However, itâs not often you have the room all to yourself: Sasha is going to spend the night in Connieâs room, the only place in the entire school where she feels safe enough to get a good night sleep.
You decide to text Eren and ask him to come over. Although you never directly addressed your concerns or discomfort, he mustâve sensed the desire to keep to yourself for a few days and heâs been gracious enough to step back and grant some space. You donât necessarily feel guilty about it but youâd lie if you said you didnât miss him and his stupid, sometimes awfully inappropriate jokes. Youâre in love with him after all, insufferably in love one could say (and Jean has before).
Eren is the one person youâd do everything for, the only man you could dedicate your entire life to. And itâs not just because heâs attractive, emotionally intelligent, a good friend and just generally a kind, good-hearted person. Itâs because he loves you just as much, knows that you were made for each other, like a perfect match determined by a superior force, some higher power, a deity that held a flame to both your hearts and sealed your fate for all eternity. Thatâs how being in love with Eren feels.
Thatâs what you always think about when he fucks you into the mattress, as you moan as loud as he likes it, as you beg for him to go faster, harder, whenever he teases you with a painfully slow roll of the hips. He knows you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you and, god, what never fails to send you over the edge each time is the thought that he adores belonging to you more than he enjoys owning you. You have him, all of him, and by god youâll make sure that never changes.
Tonight, the thought of Yuki infiltrates your brain once more, no matter how much you work to keep it at bay. What did she feel while being slashed open? Did she die from damage to the trachea or the carotid arteries? The latter seems to be more likely, the blood vessels the run up each side of the neck will bleed profusely if severed and she did bleed a lot, probably ended up chocking on her own blood, right as the blood flow to the brain was compromised. Still, you hope her heart didnât stop too quickly.
Most people believe that cutting a humanâs throat is the same as slahing open an animalâs. But youâre not supposed to place the knife at right angle only to press and draw it across the skin: the best way is actually to find the soft spot below the junction of the jaw and the neck, position the point of the knife right there and thrust it in, gently guiding the blade along the bundle of neck cords until you reach the same soft spot on the opposite side. The correct location is not hard to find: tracing a finger back from the lower jawbone to the place where the bone turns upwards and then lowering it slightly is just enough.
You wonder if forensic pathologists have been allowed to take a look at the body, if the autopsy reported that a right handed person has firmly restrained the victim from behind despite no weapon having been recovered from the crime scene.
What a loss, ever the tragedy, a young and pretty life being severed so early on. She was lovely, especially with that little cherry lipstick sheâd always carry around, the one that complimented her fair skin perfectly. You didnât want her to bid farewell to this world with an ugly face, not when red looked so good on her. Burgundy was just her color.
Eren is showering when his phone, left on your nightstand, lights up.
(Aiko, 10:07 pm) hey!
(Aiko, 10:07 pm) working on that paper today was really fun :) wanna meet up again tomorrow?
(Aiko, 10:08 pm) this time I promise coffee is on me
Good grief.
Thereâs never really an end to the ladies you have to deal with, is there?
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Just Friends Wicked Boq x reader Oneshot
Author's Note--
So.... I haven't written x reader in years and not ever on this platform, but when I saw Wicked movie and thought Boq was low-key hot (I guess Ari and I have same taste lol) I couldn't find ANY fics for him I knew it was my duty to write this. I am rusty and this was in a single sitting but... enjoy, This is in an AU where Nessa never liked him, reader was written in mind as female but can be read as gender neutral :)
TW reader has anxiety and a panic attack
Shiz University was blooming with life. Ozians from all walks of life buzzed down the hallways chattering away about the new student, Elphaba, who was the most beautiful shade of green. Everyone seemed so lively and bright like they were dancing through life. I was not so lucky.Â
I had been at Shiz for a week now and I still was perpetually scared everywhere I went. Everything was so loud and disconcerting.  During orientation, there was an altercation with Elphaba and for some reason Madame Morrible cast a huge spell to keep us on our toes, at least thatâs what she told us. Pieces of the building flew clean off! I nearly passed out because my Oz, I am pursuing a higher education I should not be afraid of being crushed! There was a stunning girl named Galinda Upland who I was so intimidated by I had not uttered a single word in any class we shared in fear I would somehow upset her. Elphaba had gotten on her bad side, and I did not want to be 2nd on that list.Â
So, I stuck to the edges of Shiz, trying my best to stay focused on study.  I people watched, admiring them from a safe distance. It was a quiet life, a simple life. Today, I sat in the library rewriting a history assignment for Dr. Dillamond. I just couldnât seem to find the words. My body gravitated back to my beloved shelves. Our library had the most amazing rotating shelves I had ever had the honor to behold.  I reached for a reference book and turned the page,
In the years after the arrival of our Wonderful Wizard of OzâŠ
Smack!Â
My book and I were sent hurling towards the ground. Panic. First for the book, it was not my property, and then for the warm body under me. More panic. Dear Oz, LET IT NOT BE GALINDA!Â
âI am so sorry!â I spurted out, tumbling off the poor person I landed on.Â
âItâs okay, it was my fault.â Â
I looked up to see a shock of curly red hair. Huh. The stranger held out his hand and helped me to my feet.Â
âNo. I shouldnât have been walking with a book in my face.âÂ
âYou were just killing two birds with one stone.âÂ
âMy third bird was not using another student as a landing pillow, but Iâve never been a good multitasker.âÂ
The joke was simple and not very funny, but he laughed.  A genuine boyish laugh.
âYouâre in my class, right? Dr Dillamondâs?âÂ
He remembered me? I was a statue in that class.Â
âOh yeah, I amâŠâÂ
âSorry! I didnât mean to freak you out. I just never forget a face.â He giggled in his lovely tenor, âAnd you have a great face! Oh wow. Thatâs even weirder of a thing to sayâŠâÂ
I felt a tingle in my chest, light airy. But one I hadnât felt in a long while.
â(Y/N).â I spat, âI guess weâll find out if you ever forget a name.âÂ
âBoq Woodsman,â He stretched out a bit to appear taller, âat your service.â
âThatâs a good name.âÂ
âReally? Iâve always thought it was a bit stupid.â
âNo. Itâs a strong name. It suits you.â  I looked down when I said it. How could I let such cheesy words come from my mouth?
âIs your book, okay?â He stumbled the words, his face a bit red. Had I embarrassed him?
âMy book? OH, my book!â I retrieved my wayward copy of Oz history from the ground, âI think sheâll make it. Just barely.âÂ
âGood, because I think we have class in like 2 minutes.â
Damn! I had lost track of time.Â
âOh no.âÂ
âWanna make a run for it?â He grinned.Â
âOnly if itâs a race.âÂ
âDeal.â
We both entered Dr Dillamondâs class heaving and gasping for air, somehow on time. We couldnât stop laughing.Â
Weeks LaterÂ
From that day on, Boq and I formed an allyship of two awkward college kids just trying to get by. We started sitting by each other in class, eating lunch together, and studying night after night. After a few weeks, I had even started feeling comfortable around Galinda. Kind of. Boq informed me of his crush on her, which apparently went away very quickly. I wanted to believe him, but I just thought he was saying that because he knew she freaked me out. Boq had even given me the courage to make another friend, Nessarose, who was so sweet. Of course, there was also this very inconvenient feeling in my chest whenever I saw Boq. It was getting to be very annoying. So, like most of my lifeâs issues, I ignored it. I was not about to mess up my strongest college friendship over stupid, most likely one-sided feelings.Â
âBoqqqqqqq.â I ran up to him outside in the courtyard.Â
âWhatttttttttt.â He drew the word out to match me.Â
âIâve been looking for you!â I smiled, âWhat do you think about the new guy? Fiyero. It makes so much sense heâs a prince!âÂ
âA prince?â He grimaced, âI donât know if it fits him.â
âWhat do you mean? Heâs so charismatic, itâs scary.â
âHeâs okay I guess.âÂ
âAre you going to the thing tonight at the Oz Dust ballroom?â
âAre you?â He blurted out.Â
âI think itâs more of a date thing.â
âDo you want to go through?âÂ
âYeah, kind of.â  There it was. That stupid feeling in my chest.
âI could take youâŠâ He stammered over the words like tripping on molasses.Â
âReally?â I lit up.Â
âAs friends.âÂ
My shoulders sunk, âof courseâŠâÂ
That Night, the OzDustÂ
Music exploded from every corner of the room. It was piercing. I held myself together. Couples in lavished gowns and suits danced under the watery glow. Ever since earlier that day when Boq corrected this to be a friendâs date, something was off between us. We had hardly spoke on the way over. When I saw Galinda looking ever so enchanting in her dress with Fiyero, I worried Boq was off because he wished he was there with her. I couldnât blame him, she was the light of every room she was in and I was just⊠there.Â
I was determined to still have fun. Even if all the people and the loud music was wearing me down. I danced next to Boq yet he seemed to zone out, like he was somewhere else. I frowned.Â
âAre you ok?â
âYeah, Iâm fineâŠâÂ
âMaybe we should take a break. Get some fresh air.âÂ
â(Y/N)â He turned to me suddenly, âthereâs something thatâs been weighing on me, I need to tell you-â
Before Boq could finish a man stepped out of the crowd and took me by the hand,
âMay I have a dance lovely?â
He was a guy I had seen around Shiz and in Dr Dillamondâs class. He was broad, always brooding and gave me a bad vibe. Still, he had never spoken to me at length in any sinister way. He had never spoken to me at lengh once so ever. There was a chilling ache in my head under his gaze, I blamed it on me just being too anxious for my own good. Â
âOh sorry. Iâm okay.â  I smiled polite as possible.
âCome on. Youâre always so quiet. But I think youâre amazing. I see the real you.âÂ
Dread ate away at my composure. The music seemed to blare into me like a siren.
"It's a party, you should dance with someone fun."
Did I lead this guy on in some way? I donât want him to hate me. There are so many people around⊠I donât want to cause a scene. He touched my shoulder. His hands were so cold.Â
âThey said no.â Boq corrected his voice a light in my growing panic.
"Come on, man. They're not your partner or anything. Let me have a shot."
Boq shoved away the guy and put himself between me and him.Â
"Stay away from them." Boq spoke the words with a bitterness I had never seen from him.
People began looking at us, whispering. I couldnât handle it. All those eyes. I ran out of the room without thinking.Â
Itâs okay. Itâs okay. I breathed in and out.Â
â(Y/N)!â A familiar voice called. Boq.Â
âIâm sorry,â beyond my control, tears poured down my face, âI shouldnât have ran like that.â
âWhat do you need?â he was sweet, low, gentle.
âJust air, Iâll be ok.âÂ
âLetâs sit.â He led me to a soft patch of moonlight. I felt safe again. We sat for a few minutes, watching the world go by. It made me think, think about what really mattered. I couldn't let this moment pass me by.
âBoq. I need to tell you something.â
âAnything. Anything from you.â
âI like you, like as more than just friends.âÂ
âAre you serious?â his eyes were big and round like he was going through heart attack. Oz, did I send him into shock?
âIâm sorry! Itâs silly. I just needed to tell you.â  I turned away, "Forget I said it."
âNo. Itâs not. I like you, like really like you (Y/N).  Since Iâve been at Shiz, I feel the happiest when Iâm with you, like I can really be myself.âÂ
"I feel that way with you to." I grinned, warmth flooding my body.
"Can I kiss you?" His face was as red as his hair. It was adorable, handsome, all the good things! And it was for me.
I sprung forward and planted my lips on his. He was melted honey. And I was more than just a friend.
"I am so glad you couldn't keep your face out of that book..."
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