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obislittleone · 2 years ago

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Temple of the Forbidden Eye (2)

Indiana Jones x OC

Series Summary: The relationship between student and teacher is strictly professional, or at least it should be. He’s never met his match in archeological intelligence, and if he ever does, it might drive him to do something stupid.

A/n: The amount of people who actually read the first chapter veery much surprised me because Indy barely gets enough love anymore but bro I’m so happy y’all liked it and I love this man so I will fr try and update this more often.

Warnings: i don’t even know what counts as a warning for this series tbh… old fashioned ways of thinking i suppose??

(Co-written by the lovely @theatrelove3000 you guys should go give her a follow)

There was a warm wind that swept through her hair as she rounded the corner of the block. She looked back down at her note, tucked into the top of her book. This was in fact the correct street, but it looked so different than how she imagined. Her old mentor described the great Indiana Jones as the world’s most accomplished archeologist, and for all the daring and adventurous stories she’d been told, she couldn’t possibly imagine him living in a quaint neighborhood like this, all lined with picket fences and well maintained front lawns.

She read the mailboxes, seeing the iron letters hanging on each one, signifying each house’s address, finding the one next to the end of the cul-de-sac and checking the small paper slip once more to confirm that this was the right house. It was older looking, more warm and inviting than the others. It didn’t appear as perfectly manicured as the other cookie cutter houses. It looked lived in. Like a home. the corners of the walls had chipped paint, and water lines from rain.

Class today had gone the same as always, her professor hadn’t even stopped her on the way out, or in the hall as he was leaving the building. It was just another day for him, as it should be for her. She couldn’t help her nerves though, as she strode up to the front door, ready to knock. Hesitation was only momentary, as a deep breath was inhaled, and she laid three firm raps on the door.

While waiting for the occupant of the house to open said door, she turned and looked around her on the porch. There were some interesting looking plants that she didn’t recognize as being from this country, or any she’d heard of thus far. They must be exotic, small reminders of his work in the field. She smiled at the thought of his worldly travels, it all seemed so exciting, and she was enthralled to one day embark on such journeys.

Her head whipped back to the door as the old creaking hinges brought her back to reality. Still nervous, she was smiling wide, but her hands were shaking. Calm down, she had to think to herself. This is just a part of your work.

“Hi,” she said in a released breath, holding her hands together to quell their rapid movements. He gave a slight chuckle and smirked. She seemed far less confident here than in the classroom setting. Maybe when she was there she felt the need to prove herself. “I hope I’m not too late, I got a bit lost on the way.”

“You walked here?” he tilted his head, looking around behind her to see if there was at least someone to drop her off. Not a car in sight, or even another person for that matter. She was completely alone… which to him didn’t seem quite safe.

“Yes, I like walking places,” she mentally cursed herself for such a stupid sentence to come from her lips. She had been working for years to get here, she’d hoped it all wouldn’t be ruined by a few airheaded remarks. Professor Jones did not share the sentiment. Though he thought it sweet and endearing that she enjoyed something so simple as taking walks, he also saw the signs of her nerves the second he opened the door, and figured she’d be more calm once the work began inside.

“Well, you’re not late at all, in fact,” he held the door open for her to follow him in, shutting it behind her when her feet were on the hardwood floors. You took a moment to look around the entranceway before he stepped forward. “I just got everything set up in the office.”

You looked at the unique pieces in his living room, all from different cultures and dynasties. They were very interesting, but you noted that not one piece in the room was real, only a copy of something he had found in the past. He believed that all precious artifacts belonged in a museum, and he’d be damned if he went along in hypocrisy and kept a rare treasure for himself. That wasn’t part of his job, he didn’t take trophies.

“See something you like?” he noticed her slowing down behind him, only turning when in his peripheral she wasn’t there. He took in her studious look of curiosity, watching as she gazed from one item to another. “Bet you can’t tell which one is real.”

She looked at him with a surprised look. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Of all the days in her life to be flustered and speechless, this should not have been the day. She opted instead not to say a word, but to close her mouth and get closer to the pieces in the room. All she had to do was take into account one thing, and then she was sure.

“This map,” she pointed to it on the encasing table in the corner of the room, turning back to him with a straight face.

He nodded, seemingly impressed with how quickly she figured it out. Perhaps she had been earlier trained in detecting markings on old parchment, or maybe she’d learned how to differentiate aged ink from reprinting, she may have possibly even known the map from-

“It wasn’t that hard, it’s the only thing in here covered in glass.”

Well, so much for that. He supposed deductive reasoning was also a good skill, and she was quick on her heels to notice it so fast. He chuckled, smiling genuinely at her now confident and forward demeanor. She was very sure of herself, almost like that of his colleagues.

“Huh,” he shook his head, letting whatever thought that entered his mind to pass when he did. It wasn’t a bad thought, a very true one, actually. She used common sense to do something that every other student in his classroom would take hours to figure out. She was intelligent in her studies, but she was also just smart. Possibly a gifted mind like his. He hoped he’d soon unravel all her hidden talents and abilities, as he knew she was already more than just a student in his class. She was dedicated, and confident in her studies like no other boy in his class had ever been.

“Something wrong?” She asked, her head tilted slightly as her brows furrowed in confusion. She didn’t know if he was impressed, or if she had upset him in some way. She knew better than to speak so plainly with a man in this field, but she couldn’t help but feel more comfortable to do so around his presence. The others would shoot her down, remind her of her place, but he had encouraged her, so why shouldn’t she?

“No, nothing’s wrong,” he shook his head, not sure if he should explain himself or not. It didn’t seem that important, and there was work to be done, so he continued down the hall again, calling out for her to come with him. “Follow me.”

As soon as she entered the room she was filled with a ghastly surprise. The sacred office and workspace of the great Indiana Jones, where he conducted business as well as studied ancient artifacts… was a complete mess. Papers in stacks all across the room, with folders opened to random pages and thrown half-hazardly in different spots. There were even large books, the texts in which broke down great historical landmarks, maps, and hidden treasures of the world. There wasn’t exactly a pattern to which they had been pulled from the shelves, as they didn’t seem to connect with one another at all.

Her face scrunched up with slight disgust, not expecting to see that her favorite professor was in fact, a slob.

“The plan is to find my paper on Degas Painting. I’ve already started organizing different reports into separate categories; and I think if we work for a few hours we can make some decent progress on finding it.”

He journeyed further into the room, careful not to step on any papers on the floor. She was still at a loss for words. It was only when he looked up and met her eyes that she had something to say.

“How can you work with such a mess around you?” She laughed, disbelief covered her expression, and he saw her mind turning the gears within her head. What was she thinking about?

“It may look that way to some, but I know where everything is.”

“Except for your paper on Degas Painting.”

Thirteen minutes. He had left her alone to search for only thirteen minutes. There was an important phone call that he simply couldn’t miss, and it lasted for a duration of thirteen minutes. How in that time could she have managed to do this? When he hung up the phone, he walked back into the room, assuming she’d be right where he left her. No, she was not, and how could he have been so foolish as to think that the most intelligent student in his very prestigious class would have sat there clueless without him?

His eyes were wide, and his jaw was nearly slack as he scanned the room. Not only were all the papers filed away in their respective folders, but they were organized on the desk. Every little thing had been put away, he assumed in orderly fashion. Hell, he took a few steps into the room and saw the paper he was looking for laying by itself on the desk. The bolded letters ‘Degas Painting’ in black ink were clear as day. He’d been searching for it for days, going through stacks and stacks of files to try and recover it for his class. He looked up to you in the corner, scanning the bookshelves as you placed books back where they went. The most noticeable thing he saw? His hat had been removed from his desk, and she wore it on her head. He had half a mind to walk across the floor and take it back, without even saying a word.

He wasn’t angry, but somewhat irritated that she’d moved all his things, which he’d spent days looking through. He also found it somewhat annoying that his new apprentice was already better at the job than he was. But she’s never been in the field, he reminds himself.

He huffed a long breath, placing his hands on his hips as he narrowed his eyes at her. She finally turned around, having seen that he came back, and there was a sweet smile laid widely across her face. She was clearly proud of the work she had accomplished, and he’d hate to negate the good work, but there was still the matter of his prized high-crowned sable fedora.

“That’s my hat,” he pointed to it, his tone more firm, but not aggressive. She would moreso describe it as possessive.

She was quick to take it off of her head, holding it gently within her hands in an attempt to ease his mind.

“I’m sorry,” she suddenly felt the need to explain herself, looking around the room in an attempt to avoid looking at him. He got this upset over a hat? “It’s just that, it took up space on the desk, and I didn’t really know where to move it.”

He came up to where she stood, snatching away the hat and placing it on his own head. It wasn’t done spitefully, in fact, she almost laughed at the comedic way he adjusted it after. He must really like his hat, it seemed like his most important possession. He wore it well, she noted that right away.

“You found the paper,” he crossed his arms, nodding slightly to her in thanks, but not giving too much recognition away. “And you cleaned my office.”

She wasn’t sure if he was still upset about the hat, or if he was genuinely offended by the fact that she had gone outside of her instruction and done what she wanted. She’d hoped he might be pleased with her efforts, but of course, she was probably just assuming too much of her favorite professor… again.

“I promise I put everything away as it was organized, I even put the books back in alphabetical order,” She defended, walking two steps back to the bookshelf and letting him see for himself. This was the best his office had looked in years, with everything being in perfect order like he’d never gotten around to maintaining it before. “I’m sorry that I didn’t ask, I just thought that it might be easier for you-”

“You did good, kid,” he smirked, getting her to stop her mindless rambling. His small nod of approval made her smile, her nerves fading away again as her chest filled with pride.

He thought she had done good, and with that she was pleased.

The small sofa against the wall of his office was practically sunken in by how long the weight had been placed upon the cushions. It had been many, many hours since they sat down to go through the paper and yet neither of them seemed to notice. The sun had gone down ages ago and they had needed to turn on lamps to continue.

At some point in the evening, she had gotten hungry. When she asked if he had something to eat, he responded, "I eat when the work is done." Which… wasn't very comforting as given the state of his office when she arrived, he was clearly never 'done working.'

Professor Jones had given her permission to go check his kitchen to find some food, but his kitchen was arguably worse than his office. It was perfectly clean, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the lack of food he has. He has a total of three cans of soup, one half of a loaf of sliced bread and a jar of peanut butter.

"Professor?"

He hummed in acknowledgement, not looking up, though she required his attention.

"Are you dead? Or… undead or something?"

That got his attention, "Um… what?"

"Undead. Are you actually alive?"

Doctor Jones was genuinely baffled for a second or two. He’d been surprised by her antics nearly all day, and yet, there was still more to her that came with every word she said. Her joking tone obviously indicated she was mocking him for something, but he was unsure of the reason this time around.

"You're not making any sense,” he paused, finally glancing up from his work to respond with effort. “What are you even talking about?" He sounds a little annoyed now..

"You have nothing to eat," she says, gesturing in the direction of the kitchen. She was sure he’d known this, or at least hoped he did, otherwise her jokes of the ‘undead professor’ may not seem so far-fetched.

"Sure I do."

Lies. She searched high and low in every cabinet and corner of that kitchen. It wasn’t hard to deduce that there wasn’t anything there. It was quite clear to anyone with a half decent set of eyes.

"No, actually… You don't. You don't have any food. So are you?"

He rolled his eyes, but knew she was probably right. He never went into that kitchen, and barely even remembered to shop for food on a regular basis. He’d always get food from the cafeteria of the University, or better yet, any new place he found on the walk home that looked suitable to his picky taste.

"Miss Ledger-"

"I know that you said you don't eat until the work is done, but based on the state of your kitchen, I'm assuming that you just don't eat… Ever," she crossed her arms, trying to think of how he could possibly get along on his own. He didn’t seem to be married, or have a roommate, and she highly doubted he found himself in the company of his peers while at home.

He huffed a bit and tossed the paper on the coffee table in front of him. He looks over at Scarlett, watching her for a moment. She's more… for lack of a better word, mouthy than most women he's met. It's actually nice. Refreshing, even. Not even the male students he's worked with would speak to him like this. It's clear that she knows her value and is happy to be herself, even around authority. Though sometimes annoying, especially right now, he would do his best to encourage that the attitude stays the same, as it would do well for her if she were to continue in this industry.

"Yes, I do eat. No, I'm not an undead individual. More often than not, I get food in a restaurant or at school. I don't go shopping for it very often," His tone is calm, though dripping with sarcasm at the beginning, "If you are that hungry, I can go get something, but I'm about ninety percent sure there is at least a can of soup in there."

"So you only eat soup when you're at home?"

It was funny to try and imagine him, the world renowned Professor Jones, hovering over a small pot at the stove whilst he stirred a batch of soup from a can in his pantry. She didn’t know why, but it amused her.

"Or a sandwich."

"Yes, because that's so much better," Her tone matched his, impressing him yet again. There were few people in the world that could keep up with his wit and never-ending sarcasm. She reminded him of himself, so much it almost frightened him.

He sighed a little. Dropping his head to hide the smile, he shakes his head slightly. "I'll eat if you make enough for both of us, since it bothers you so much."

She was almost satisfied… but there was still one fact of the matter that continued to reign true.

"That still leaves the problem of you having no food," her pointed look was enough to make him smirk. He really was impressed with her demeanor. She was relentless, now that she’d been given his approval. He wondered if she would be so forward now, if he had been so reassuring to her efforts before.

"Just make the soup, there's enough in there. I know that for a fact."

She huffs and turns on her heel, calling over her shoulder, "fine. But I'm going to make you go grocery shopping so you have at least something with protein to eat."

He laughs quietly, going back to his work. When she returns, she has a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a piece of bread for each of them. They continue to work while they eat, and though the silence is deafening, it’s comfortable, and welcomed.

A few hours later, he catches a movement out of the corner of his eye. She was resting with her head in her hand, arm propped up on the back of the sofa. He turns back to the paper but she moves again. He turns to look at her fully this time and notices her eyes are half closed. Interesting. The movement he was seeing was her nodding off and waking herself back up. He wondered if he had kept her for too long, or if she might be upset that there was so much work to be done. He thought about how dedicated she was, though, and knew she was probably just tired from a long day of work.

Turning back to look at the clock across the room, he realized what time it was. As he went to wake her up, he remembered that she had walked there. He may live in a better neighborhood but that didn’t mean it was safe for a young woman to walk alone at night, and he didn’t have a clue as to where she might live. After thinking about his options for a moment, and taking stock of his own wakefulness, he decided that it was too late for him to drive her home. He set the papers he was holding down, and leaned over to take the ones she had out of her hand. The feeling of papers falling woke her again and she tried to tighten her hold on them, but they were already in her professor's grasp.

“I have a guest room. I’ll walk you up there. Do you need something more comfortable to sleep in?” His voice sounded raspy and tired, even to his own ears. His offer was rushed out, and hadn’t been thought through completely, but she understood well enough in her dreary state.

“I’m sorry, what’s happening?” She reaches up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, sitting up straight again. The sweet and quiet tone she held was such a contrast to her bellaring complaints of his lack of food from earlier. It made him smile to see yet another side of his favorite student. He’d realized by now that she was.

“You are dozing. It’s too late for me to, in good conscience, allow you to walk home alone and I am not in any state to drive you. You are going to stay here for the night.”

As harsh as it sounded, he was right. It wasn’t safe, nor was it in her best interest to even leave the walls of this house at this hour. She, of course, had other thoughts on the matter, having walked home in far worse conditions before, though it was foolish in anyone’s book.

“Oh- No, Professor, it’s alright. I don't mind going home, I don't want to intrude."

"You aren't intruding. I'm offering,” he insisted, taking the papers she tried to retrieve from the table. It was by far the time to call it a night.

"Professor-" She seemed mildly uncomfortable at his suggestion, though it was more of a demand. He doesn’t want anything from her and she could tell based on his demeanor. He just wanted her to be safe and get a decent night's rest. There was no harm in it by any means, but based on how it might look in the eyes of others, she still had to think it through. These may be modern times but there were societal norms and expectations. A young woman staying the night in her professor’s house would not be considered acceptable by any means.

"Miss Ledger, have you ever heard the phrase 'nothing good ever happens after two a.m.?'" He asked with a slanted look on his face, brows raised in suspicion. He made it up on the spot, but still asked for the heck of it, and to hopefully lead her to agree with him faster.

"No but-"

"In my experience, it's very true. It's now two-thirty.You're staying here,” The tone of finality in his voice was more than clear. He wasn’t going to back down and gave no other option than for her to agree. He wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing he allowed his best student to walk across town in the middle of the night, while barely keeping her eyes open from the exhaustion that weighed on her shoulders.

She looked at him, then at the clock, and with a heave of her shoulders, she’d decided it was probably best that she stay where it is guaranteed she will be safe. He was renowned worldwide for being a grand explorer, surely he was a better option than the streets after midnight.

“Alright,” she conceded, nodding to him firmly. He noticed she seemed more comfortable now that the subject was put to rest.

“Thank you. I don’t have the energy to argue with you about your own safety right now,” He smiles gently and stands up off the sofa, offering his hand to help her up. His smile, even in her barely awake state of mind, was warm and genuine. She didn’t think he could smile like that, as she’d witnessed too many smirks and side eyes from the man in the last several hours to consider it as a possibility.

She smiled back and took his hand. “To be entirely honest, neither do I.”

That made him grin. He likes her, more than he would care to admit. She not only reminded him of himself, but also offered opposite attributes. He couldn’t wait to work alongside her on a project, for he felt their personalities and skills would compliment the other perfectly.

Gesturing with his arm for her to go first, he let her walk out of his office then led her through the house. He opened the door to the guest bedroom, which she saw was perfectly clean, if not a little dusty. He leaves her for just a moment and comes back with an old shirt and pair of sleep pants he hadn’t worn in a long time. He gives directions to the restroom before bidding her goodnight and heading to bed himself.

When he woke up the next morning, he had hoped to bid her a good day, but the door to the guest room was open, and peeking in, he saw no sign of her, but the bed was perfectly made and the clothes he gave her were folded and sitting on the end. She had even dusted off the surfaces.

He was only slightly upset to find that she had left so early, for the signs of her being there were clear, and he felt he could get accustomed to the look of it.

Tags: @justanothersadperson93 @sparklytoaster

#indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones x oc #Temple of the forbidden eye #disneyland #harrison ford

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helluva-dump · 1 year ago

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Ahhhhh here’s something I’ve been thinking about sharing but I got so nervous how fans and antis may take this 🥲🥲🥲

Yeah so, I wasn’t too keen on Adam at first since the idea of him being the leader of arch angels and he looks too similar to Blitzo… But after doing a lot of roleplays with a friend of mine (WHO REALLY IS GOOD AT WRITING ADAM. LIKE KEEPING HIM HOW VIV WANTED BUT STILL MAKE HIM KIND OF CREEPY ) So Adam is a character I’m actually fascinated by. Mainly because he sounds so cringe that I wanna shit on him in my stories XD

Though, I also want to write him as an intimidating villain too.

While me and said friend we talked about our headcanons for Heaven and how Adam was originally a sinner… I feel like that was Viv’s vision. I think he looks more like a demon and does vulgar language is because he’s a sinner who faked his redemption to get the easy way out.

But tbh it works perfect! Since I kind of originally planned for Lucy to have a horrible experience with some angelic priest… but I scrapped it since I wasn’t sure how that work, but since Vivziepop made Adam.. it somehow made me wanna go back to that idea using him.

Basically he acts like a dudebro chud with entitlement and thinks he can do whatever because he’s the “first man of God” which gave him a superiority complex. And he acts like a massive creep to Lucy, so a villainous crush trope.

After his two failed relationships with Lilith and Eve, who are promincuous and defiant in his eyes… He was drawn to Lucy due to her kind, Caring, and humble nature. How she’s a guardian Angel who happens to cook, clean, and is very good with children. To him, that is his ideal woman. A submissive tradwife that can never ever question him and is a doormat for him to take advantage of. But unlucky for him, she never had interest in him and always calls his shit out and rejects his advances.

But in a serious note, I actually want to take what Viv was gonna do for Stolas and blitzo (before Romanticizing them), that she got into a coercion relationship as well as SA.

So trigger warning, he once found out about her dirty little secret (like finding her erotica novels she enjoys reading, Lucy is Aegosexual so she only enjoys that in fiction) and decided it’s the perfect blackmailing. He found these books of hers and threatens to tell all the arch angels about her sinful books to get herself banned.

Now in order from her to behave and comply, he basically wanted her to be his girlfriend in return. And as much as she hates him and doesn’t want to… she never wanted to get banned.. Sure, she agreed and is stuck in a very co dependent relationship with him.

I’m not gonna make him super one dimensional, part of me wants to have him actually act like a narcissist. One who always sweetens her up anytime he makes her feel bad. Or makes everyone believe he’s a caring boyfriend to her. But behind closed doors, he’s terrible.

I’ve been a bit nervous to post this… I know things like this are heavy subjects but from personal experiences, I’m gonna try my best to portray a topic with care. This isn’t gonna be the actual oc x canon ship for Lucy, I actually plan to ship her work another canon character that she actually genuinely loves and feels safe with.

Also, I chose to write this because this is sadly a common thing with Christianity, the toxicity of purity culture and how it affects women and how a lot of disgusting so called preachers say sexist shit. (I watched God is Grey talking about one of them which inspired me ) but I also wanna show the good side of Christianity with someone like Lucy.

I don’t wanna treat this black and white, I genuinely wanna world build the Heaven side of the heaven since I love angelogy and I wish we got that in the show.

Oh and that Angel in the background on the first sketch, that’s a friend’s oc. He’s massively protective over Lucy like a little sister and doesn’t trust Adam.

#hazbin hotel ocs #Hazbin hotel AU #adam #adam hazbin hotel #helluva art #tw: abuse #tw: r*pe

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acewlwtoast · 4 years ago

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Sonntag 13:28

this is gonna be a long one

OKAY so I’m doing another one of these. They’re obviously in high demand lmao. Also watch me saying I can’t say anything bout this clip cos it’s already perfect, and then still writing a 900+ word post (insert clown here)

ANYWAYS HERE YA GO this is about the Kieutou date clip. I honestly owe Druck my life for this.

Fatou is EARLY and she looks so nervous sjdjjsjdh

they're both so nervous and awkward i love my disaster children

Once again HEIGHT DIFFERENCE (i will never be over that)

Kieu My, why you walking away so fast, this isn't a race

And Fatou running after her and walking next to her i-

The tension in that blue room is SO PALPABLE

THEYRE LITERALLY DANCING AROUND EACH OTHER AND TRYING NOT TO LOOK

WHY ARE THEY SO AWKWARD, YOURE LITERALLY ON A DATE

Kieu My pretending to take notes for physics, girl we know you aren't good at being subtle

Fatou looks almost sad like she's feeling ignored again?? Bebi.

Kieu My coming up from behind her like i don't wanna say anything but that's hot ngl

Like two stars gravitating towards each other they will be the death of me

Gay stares™

LIKE THEM PRETENDING LIKE THEY ARE NOT ACTIVELY FOLLOWING EACH OTHER

H A N D S i need more hands tbh #LetKieutouHoldHands2k21

Those stares....this is even worse than on horror-night

Kieu My why you so nervous, you both know why ur here

LIKE THIS IS A DATE WHY CANT THEY COMMUNICATE WILL THEY EVER LEARN

i don't even need to talk about the perfect metaphor of stars inevitably colliding, like these two are literally soulmates

Kieu My trying to get herself to talk to Fatou akjfhkadslj my girls are trying okay?

She starts talking and suddenly sounds so confident, beginning something is always the hardest

She's literally panicking and geeking out about her space stuff

SHE OPENED UP AND THEN WAS IMMEDIATELY SCARED THAT SHE WAS BORING FATOU LIKE BEBI NO

Fatou got her girl tho. Not only does she make sure Kieu My knows she isn't boring her, but also continues to talk about the thing she knows Kieu My is obsessed with

actual girlfriends

Kieu My actually looks so perplexed when Fatou is interested in her rambling, you really found the right girl.

Like, who has ever asked her about her interests, and THEN also actually listened and cared?

The way Kieu My's looking at her like girlie is in love

“I think it's crazy that everything happened the way it did.” Fatou. You are such a dork and i love you. Also you’re right.

MORE. GAY. STARING.

Kieu My looking at her lips so many times before finally kissing her

AAAAH again, the metaphor of stars colliding

with the red star symbolising Fatou's warmth, and the blue star being a metaphor for Kieu My ice queen persona? (I've heard this theory from Vic in our discord server :))

-> creating a new galaxy that is their relationship

“Ich wollt dich jetzt nicht weiter verwirren/I didn’t want to further confuse you” - “mich oder dich?/me or you?” The fact that fatou can already read her so well

She's smiling at her like "that's my dumbass" and mirroring her posture

Fatou just knows Kieu My needs someone to talk it out, someone who understands her

Kieu My said she's bi out loud, i love that!

Kieu my feeling safe enough to tell this all

Sharing insecurities, we love to see it

She's looking for reassurance that she doesn't sound dumb, that her feelings are valid! And Fatou's just like, yeah i got you. Those two istg

“Ich wollte eigentlich richtig, richtig gutes Abi machen. Ohne Ablenkung/I actually wanted to get a really really good Abi. Without distractions” WITHOUT DISTRACTIONS WELL BITCH YOU DONE FUCKED UP YOU TWO HAD TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER

they are so adorable

“Ich würd voll gern Astrophysik studieren./I would love to study Astrophysics.” Can everyone just say thank you to Nhungi for proposing Kieu My being obsessed with astronomy? Cos it's honestly so amazing.

She didn't say anything about her parents directly pressuring her, but more like she feels she has to do great things with the opportunities she's been given. Similar to Fatou.

“München ist voll weit weg/Munich is really far away.” So few words, so many feelings.

*Look, I honestly thought that song was the beginning of Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield like IMAGINE

just lying in solidarity.

ANOTHER INSTANCE of me thinking the clip would end there and Druck just continuing and adding another 20 years to my life (which i will spend further obsessing over this ship)

They're just really out here on the streets like this. My heart is so full.

Suddenly, conversation seems easy, effortless?

They're actually learning more about each other it warms my heart

The close your eyes thing- I don't really have to say more, those two are just amazing.

Also Kieu My being smooth for once in her life you go girl

And they're playing Can't Help Falling in Love like Druck you're SERVING today

Fatou finds Kieu My so adorable when speaking vietnamese like GURL SAME

Also the things Kieu My says in vietnamese, i know i say dork a lot but LOOK AT THEM

DO WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE TWIRLY-KISS THING

Also Fatou having to constantly stand on the stairs to be on kinda the same height as Kieu My, I will never shut up about the height difference

ASKING BOUT THE BIRTHMARK and Kieu My like seriously answering the question SOULMATES

i have been waiting for a Kieutou hug for forever, thank you for giving me life

Who needs a cuddle clip (okay i still want one) when you can have your otp hugging and holding each other like this

These nerds just be pointing at the sky. They're perfect.

There you go, this is a LOT. Honestly, everyone who made it this far....respect.

Please touch me I'm lonely

#WHILE I WAS TAKING NOTES THE KIEUTOU WALLPAPER WAS RELEASED IM SCREAMING AND CRYING #Druck #Druck new gen #Kieutou #Fatou Jallow #Kieu My Vu #this is the best pairing ever #the one good thing from my home country #druck s6 #Lube rambles #LetKieutouHoldHands2k21

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mediawhorefics · 4 years ago

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Still (and forever) thinking about Louis recording himself reading for Harry. Does he send him files chapter-by-chapter? What’s he read to him? All I want are reading details 🤣 Also, related, I would probably kill a man for an audio book read by either of them 🥺

oh yes let’s talk about hl + books in my fics !!!!! sharing books/story is my love language which is why it’s tts (and moy tbh) hl’s love language as well because i have no shame i guess.

well, my headcanon is that the first time he does it it’s a secret/surprise and he hides the file on h’s phone. so i’m thinking prob. a whole book. most likely poetry though because he knows harry loves the rhythm of poetry and finds it soothing and it’s his first big tour since he got sober so he’ll need all the soothing stuff he can get.....

as time goes on though, it changes and yeah he starts sending him stuff chapter by chapter, or in smaller chunks if it’s not something that has chapters (like a poetry collection, or short stories). i like to think that maybe louis starts having a routine where he wakes up, he goes on his run with Clifford and records a chapter for harry in the morning before officially starting his day. and he loves it because it’s a way for them to stay connected, cos once harry has listened to it, they can discuss the story together.

and as for what he sends him... well it depends! i think they pick stuff together; stuff they’re both interested in. a lot of poetry of course and biographies, esp. musicians, because louis loves to know more about harry’s world and harry just love music and learning about it. novels, obvs. cheesy historical romance when louis knows harry needs a pick me up, because they make him smile & laugh, and they both enjoy it. and there's always a big supply in the lighthouse anyways since people drop them off/swap them all the time. the ones set in scoltand are h’s favourite because it makes him feel closer to home when he’s away. and louis’ fake scottish accent is terrible and it brightens his days to listen to it. rarely contemporary romance though, it just doesn’t have the same Drama to it and that’s what they both enjoy. mysteries only if harry has been doing well and can handle the stress of Not Knowing what’s going to happen, but they’re more a ~louis thing than a hl thing so it doesn’t happen very often. lots of sad books. harry does love sad books. even though they upset him. he likes the catharsis though, even when he’s in a bad mood. sometimes erotica when louis is in A Mood. he never warns when a chapter gets naughty though, loves the idea of teasing harry/taking him by surprise like that. if it’s Het (like in some of the romance novels), louis puts on the most ridiculous voices because he knows it’ll make harry laugh. if it’s actually hot, well........

and letters. louis sends him little files of himself reading famous correspondences all the time on top of the regular books. just very romantic letters. esp. gay ones. harry sends him romantic postcards and louis reads him famous love letters. it’s their Thing.

sometimes they do the thing on facetime or on the phone.... they like having that connection where louis is Acually Reading for harry. but most of the time, harry prefers to have the recordings. he can listen to them before going to sleep, or before a show if he’s nervous, or during long flights/long bus rides, or when he goes out for a walk after a show, calming himself down under the cover of darkness, his bodyguard walking a few paces behind him.... or when he’s having a wank tbh.

i like to think that sometimes if there’s a book harry really wants louis to read to him, he’ll have it shipped to the lighthouse instead of asking and louis teases him for being such a needy dork but he complies ofc.

whatever you do, don’t think about elderly hl in this verse, still living in their lighthouse though it’s not a b&b anymore because they don’t want the hassle, still reading together.... louis’ eyes aren’t what they use to be, his voice cracks a lot more, but he’ll put on his glasses and strain and he’ll read to harry every night before bed because it’s what they Do and that’s his baby.

#about me #tired tired sea #lighthouse au #lighthouse louis #lighthouse harry #Anonymous #tts ramblings

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ectolemonades · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Review

@floralflowerpower tagged me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Four!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

6,091

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only Danny Phantom on ao3 at least, I will not reveal what past fandoms I have written fic for back in my deviantart days

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Okay considering I only have four fics I'm just gonna put them in order of kudos jwndflke

Local Barista Danny Fenton

Let's Make a Deal

What A Stupid Child

The singular prompt I managed to do for Going Angst Week

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

Uhh tbh maybe Let's Make a Deal or the Going Angst Week prompt I did? LMaD was the first phic I ever wrote based on louroalka's demon au and honestly only want it to get more attention because that au is INCREDIBLE, the Going Angst Week one I'm just proud of how I wrote it even though it's really short haha

I'm really grateful for any attention my fics get tho! I know none of my fics are huge deals or anything, but I can't put into words how happy it makes me that so many people enjoyed my fic based on my Barista Danny AU!

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I always try to! I have a couple sitting in my inbox rn just because I'm super forgetful, but I want people to know that I'm acknowledging them and the fact that they decided to read/interact w my work means a lot to me

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Local Barista Danny Fenton because they were out of oat milk 😔✊🏼

8. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! Back in the day The Bestie tumblr user Kateh @kirinda-ondo and I wrote some BONKERS and absolutely hilarious crossovers of stuff we were into, and we haven't really written anything lately (we kinda started plotting a rly interesting crossover tho) we have v silly conversations and crossover our favs

Not a fic tho but I did cross He-Man and DP in a doodle for Kateh's birthday yesterday because Orko and Danny would absolutely be besties and u can't change my mind

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not yet and pls be nice to me I am sensitive

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind?

I don't

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't but anyone is more than welcome to!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Definitely back in the day w Kateh

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Me x Actually Allowing People To Read My Writing

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I started writing a lightly angsty ghost hunger fic at one point, I got writer's block right around when I was trying to wrap it up and edit it and tbh just haven't gotten back to it and idk if I will

I got bold w it and threw in Clockwork and Jazz and I think I gave myself anxiety on writing them in-character lmao

Love reading ghost hunger au just maybe not writing it idk

15. What are your writing strengths?

Active voice and I've been told I'm pretty good with "show, don't tell" and capturing emotions

Definitely active voice though, as a journalist that shit is drilled into my head and when I see passive voice an alarm sounds in my head even though I do not personally give that much of a shit

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Tenses, and the actually sharing it with people part gives me so much anxiety

In my creative writing class when I had to share my fiction piece (which I posted to my main blog if anyone wants to read!), I was messaging Kateh throughout my entire class/critique because I was so nervous I was on the verge of tears lmao

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's fantastic when it adds to the character or is important in some way! I feel there should definitely be some sort of research done to be sure things are being used correctly as well

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I didn't realize this question was coming up I guess I'll reveal now it was Sonic the Hedgehog back in my dA days

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Local Barista Danny Fenton, I love telling funny work stories and it seems to have made people who read it happy!

20. What fic are you most proud of?

I really can't pick a fav because I'm really really proud of all my fics!

Tagging @amabsis and @omegasmileyface but y'all don't have to do it if you don't want to!!

#tag meme #ty for the tag floral!!!!#this was fun to talk about #i love writing

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wtfzodiacsigns · 5 years ago

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How to tell if your crush is reciprocated based on their Sun Sign.

GEMINI

Gemini may be flirting with you and you may think omg they like me back, but be careful. Look at their next interaction. Oh they are flirting with that person too? Yep, that’s a Gemini for you. Naturally charming and flirtatious so flirting with you is not a good enough confirming sign. Gemini is a sign of nervous energy & when they are with their crush this nervousness can become quite apparent. They will talk and talk and talk but about nothing really & will probably say all sorts of strange things. Their nerves compel them to speak and they feel that conversation is a good way to snare u temporarily so they may bask in ur glory. If your Gemini suddenly becomes a nervous wreck or has a personality change (maybe becomes silent/shy) in your company they quite likely want you. 65 - 85% of the time though you will know a Gemini likes you because they invite u to everything & message u lots, but this depends on how many crushes they have on the go. U could also ask one of their friends, cos everyone else will have the gossip. Gemmy in love can’t stop talking about u when ur not around.

ARIES

If you’re wondering if your Aries crush likes you back then sorry they probably don’t. This lot are very open when it comes to admissions of love/lust/whatever. If they like u, u will simply know. They’ll have told u already 100 times or at least it will be ridiculously obvious. Aries are very straight forward and they hate dilly dallying. If you’re the one they want they will get the ball rolling immediately. Expect lots of texts and a keen interest in meeting up & organising dates whatever. Straight forward people! Will prob show off in front of you whipping out all sorts of weird party tricks & jokes, making sure your eyes are always on them. May get obviously jealous if they see you having a good time with someone else. If you’re still unsure, just ask. They’ll be upfront if it’s a go or no.

LEO

Leo will let you know they like u. They might not simply text u, “ur the one for me x0x0x” but they will show u how they feel. Every time u hang out with Leo they will be trying to outdo the last d8. These are extravagant types & will do anything to ensure ur having the time of your life with them. If you let Leo be in charge and control these dates they are bound to like you even more, they love to be flattered too so dish out the compliments. Make them the centre of ur world. If they like u back you will receive compliments right back. Leo compliments are very genuine & feel very good to receive. They only compliment people they admire so it’s a good sign if they’re telling u how smart they think u are or how kind u are to those less well off or sexy u r or whatever. Leo will want to see u every day and probably for the majority of the day too. They can become very jealous of u spending time with anyone else & u will see this clearly, it’s unhealthy af but a good sign ur their crush.

TAURUS

If your Taurus crush cooks something amazing and time consuming for you then u can betcha they love ya. These are people who like to indulge in the good things in life and when they like you they will 100% share with you. Taurus is good at setting a romantic mood so if they invite u over to theirs “to just chill” and there’s low lighting and cushions and drapey fabric everywhere and some ambient dance music playing and a bloody cheese platter and red wine, yep this one wants you. Aside from that though it can be hard to tell if they are into you. Taurus likes to take a long time to get to know someone. They’re trying to work out if you are worth the hassle. With time though all becomes very apparent. You will probably have to be the one who brings your feelings into the open first and they may need time to process that, but if they come back to you smiling (possibly tipsy) well, mission accomplished.

CANCER

Hmm this isn’t an easy one to call. Cancers are moody and with them u may feel like yesterday u were their favourite person, but today they’re ignoring u but ur sure u did nothing wrong! I’m sure u are in fact still their fave, it’s just Cancers are worry warts & maybe are scared that u don’t like them back so in a way shut u out for a while. When it feels like they like you though u two are probably eating something really great together, snuggling up watching something, feeling very much at ease in each others presence. Maybe they will read u their fave poem. There will be a lot of fun & quick back and forth chatting. A Cancer who likes you wants you to have a fun time with them so will keep the atmosphere light and silly. This is another of the signs where if you don’t know if they like you or not, you’re the only one wondering. They will have told everyone around them & will prob be writing a tweet about u right this second. Cancer is a warm & caring sign, if u get a lil papercut they will fuss over you like u lost a finger. If they introduce u to their parents then yep you have them.

VIRGO

Super picky Virgo will come to you when they deem u worthy of their time. Not an easy one to chase. These people want their partner to be perfect. If they are giving u the time of day, giving up their time, then u can feel safe and know they are most likely very keen. Once they decide ur the one they become fidgety & nervous in ur presence. Initially anyway. Virgo is a smarty pants intellectual sign so ur dates probably involve long discussions about idk pretty boring things. Tbh this a test. They’re checking that u can stimulate them. That ur on to it. It’s unlikely that they will open up much to u for quite some time. Let them know they can trust u & if they do end up talking feelings with u that’s a good sign they’re crushing on u too. Virgo will want to look after u and make sure ur healthy, eating good & happy, so will cook some super food salad, take u on a hike then listen to all your woes and hug u tenderly. They will dote on u but without displaying tooooo much affection. If u really want to know how they feel about u just ask them. They’re great communicators.

PISCES

Lol Pisces will prob be writing u a long love poem right now but most likely never give it to u. If u do receive a love poem, or maybe a brief but totally cute note then chances are u make them feel all mad butterflies and likely heart achy love sick. Pisces will incorporate u into their art when they like u. Maybe write songs about u (for u), send u long letters or draw silly pictures for u. Creativity is very important to them & so when they include u in this work it’s a given that they think u are important too. These cuties will give u so much time and affection when they like you. They will let u know that they are always here for u. They will let u in on all their deepest thoughts & feelings and describe in detail all their wildest dreams. With a Pisces u will prob see their affection for u in their eyes. Tho it may be clear they like u this sign wants a confirmation that it’s reciprocated before plunging in any deeper. So go ahead, let them know!

LIBRA

If Libra likes u they will want to spend a lot of time with u. They are happy to hang in group situations but will make efforts to get u alone. Libra is a very social creature so them wanting to just be with one person a a time & not in a gang is a great sign. Libra will find ways to touch u when they like u, they become very affectionate. Lots of hugs, hand holding, they will lean on ur shoulder. They can be like this with ppl who are just their friends tho so look out for them giving u special treatment. Maybe at the end of the night they gave u a prolonged hug while everyone else just got a quick squeeze. Libra might like u but can take a very long time to make their mind up so patience is key here. It’s possible that they will have even told u that they’re into you but they’re still not making the next move or maybe have distanced themselves from u. Show Libra that u rule & are worth it. They will appreciate the display of confidence. These guys can play hard to get, but stick with. A Libra who wants u will dress very well when they think they might see u.

SCORPIO

When Scorpio likes you the world revolves around u. Ur the one they will message first if they think up something fun to do. In a group they will ignore everyone else and just chat chat chat to u. They will wake up & think of u so send u a text. But they never straight out tell u how they feel. They prefer to work u out first. If they think u feel the same way, then they divulge. If they appear interested in u then they prob are. These Scorpios don’t fake interest. They only bother with those they truly want to be around. Sometimes u will look up and ur Scorpio crush will just be looking at u. They don’t even look away when u catch them. Just eye contact. Tbh they are prob thinking ‘wow i could just eat them up’ Sometimes you think your Scorpio crush fucking hates you, they can be quite rude and hostile to u & say cruel things u know they don’t say to other people. Forgive them tho, they don’t mean it and in fact like u a lot & just aren’t dealing with it very well yet.

CAPRICORN

If ur hanging out with one of their best buds & they are complaining that they haven’t text back but ur phone is vibrating non stop with messages from them, well they most def like u. When u get on a Capricorn’s radar, they will try and find out as much about u as possible. So when u hang out and they know u have 3 brothers and went to Steiner school but u never told them that don’t be shocked. Them admitting they know this info is a way of them telling u they are interested in u & ur life. They can treat u a bit hot and cold, & that stems from a fear of getting hurt. If u can prove urself trustworthy, Capricorn will tell u all of their secrets. And when u start feeling a bit like their private diary u can be 100% sure it’s a match.

SAGITTARIUS

When this lot like someone they try very hard to get their attention. If they see ur online they will quickly send u a message. The way a Sag crushes is pretty playground actually. Like they will show off to you & try and make u laugh by pulling faces & shit. Very playful. Sagittarius is an honest and open sign. They are likely to just tell you they like u. Especially if u seem sort of clueless about it. In the same way though, if they don’t like u they will also let uknow. When around you a Sag will just smile and appear delighted if they’re crushing on u. If they’re up to something awesome & fun they are bound to invite u along. It’s pretty easy to tell with a Sagittarius, they don’t play games & are very straight foward. So if it seems good it most likely is.

AQUARIUS

U two will have to be good friends already. Aquarians view the friendship element of a romantic pairing to be the most important. So you’re friends and u already know they like u as such. How to work out if they potentially want to do pashing with u? Well, suddenly they will be more interested in the mundane aspects of ur life than ever. In the past a story of u forgetting to put the teabag into cup before u poured the kettle would have bored them to death. But now, they’ve never heard anything funnier. When Aqua is hot on u you become the funniest most interesting person in the world. Now you’re off to dinner at theirs expecting the whole gang to be around, but it’s just u and them. And there are candles on the table. Aqua can be romantic in a very cheesy way. How endearing! Best sign is that you have long long conversations that go well into the early hours & they just never get bored of what u have to say.

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bangtansfavwriter · 5 years ago

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🌷jungkook having a crush on you🌷

- jk and you vibed so fast that you became close friends very quickly (the chaotic duo that tested hyung line's last nerves when you were in your mischievous mood)

-you sorta became an honorary member of the maknae line and after you pulled a prank on jin that included a chocolate cake, marmite and liquorice and ended up with jin's face shrivelling so bad that it may have caused him his first wrinkles

(his revenge was to serve you kimchi bokkeumbap with kimchi that had gone bad, which resulted in the worst heartburn you ever had ("an eye for a eye, y/n" - you, drinking your 3rd mint tea that night: "fair enough"), you redeemed yourself by buying him hyaluronic acid lotion and his favourite strawberry cheesecake, jk just laughed his ass off to the misery jin and you went through and blackmailed jin with marmite whenever they bickered ("it will hit u when u least expect it, hyung" - "I can't believed I raised lucifer himself"))

-anyway, jk and you are always very playful together, and you laugh so much when you're with him bc of his antics

-he doesn't mind being extra goofy to make you laugh, it lifts his spirits as well

-hates to see you sad/upset, namjoon and jk once spoke about you, after namjoon asked him about your guys' friendship and for the first time in ages he was sure jungkook had deeper feelings for someone, as he said: "I don't mind making a fool out of myself, if it brings a smile on y/n's face. hyung, I know this is going to sound weird but sometimes I feel like it is my purpose to show y/n everything good and funny, this is something I wanna keep doing for a long time." (tbh namjoon teared up)

-your guys' fav pastimes were watching cartoons/animes and you had a fiery competition going on in any kind of jump and run games, especially for sonic (you once beat jk after a 4 hour session and he threw a dramatic fit until you made him hot chocolate and he finally calmed down)

-would show you tons of pics and vids of gureum and filmed every minute of your first encounter

-your personal photographer tbh, you two could go chill in a parking lot and he would still do the most aesthetic shots

-despite all the funny moments you two also had serious conversations together. moments like that were rare and mostly after 2am when you two shared secrets with each other you didn't dare to speak about at daytime, like your views on love where jungkook first thought of how much he wants to be your "loved one"

-has a folder with his favourite pics of you or places that remind him of you somehow, but he'd never tell you that

- tries to impress you quiet often, like the time you went for karaoke

your pick: new face

his pick: vision of love

you: ????????? bitch ?????? do i look like i can sing a mariah song????

jk: well....... i can..... 👀

you: i'll see you at the whistle notes

jk: i've made a huge mistake

-you're usually the first person to listen to his covers and he looooves seeing your reaction to it (but he's usually pretty nervous about it too)

- cannot concentrate for shit when you're watching him during dance practice, so hobi told you, in a nice way, to stay away from dance practice for the sake of bts and jk apologised like 12 times to everyone, he got better at focusing over time and you watched him once in a while... but he'd get v shy when he had to do hip thrusts and stuff, you'd just laugh it off but in reality you were just trying to hide you how much he actually affects you, especially during a choreo like that

-the boys teased him quite a lot about you and he'd get all whiny and say it's not like he had a crush on you or something

vmin: *laughing*

sope: *shaking their heads*

jin: oh reallyyy~~

namjoon: so you're ok with the fact y/n is on a date rn?

jungkook: WHAT

- so namjoon took out his phone and showed jk that you updated your story with some food pic where you could see a man's hand in the background, who was also tagged in the pic

namjoon: see? that guy also tagged y/n here in his pic

jk: .....

-the guys stopped teasing him the second they realized how upset jk actually was (he went completely silent, eyebrows furrowed), yoongi just stated the obvious: "our maknae is in love, huh", the boys smiled and jungkook nodded with a sad look on his face

-the next time you visited the guys jungkook was visibly flustered around you and would be just overwhelmed with the entire situation bc he wanted to know who that guy was, but he didn't know how to ask and neither did he want to intrude and what if you're taking it the wrong way and say that it's none of his business and suddenly he loses his best friend because of some stupid guy in a stupid picture and some stupid hypothetical date.... overthinking at its finest, as you can see...

-you didn't know why he became so awkward around you, the boys obviously knew but they couldn't say anything without risking jungkook completely losing his shit, but jungkook avoided you and left early when you were there and you were like "... why"...well the boys knew why but they couldn't say anything

-you tried talking to him but he tried to avoid you since he got so flustered around you that he'd stuttering, get embarrassed about it and then leave...

-you asked the boys about it, but they wouldn't say anything but tbh this was almost painful to watch for them bc they love their maknae but they knew this wasn't going anywhere.... so their eldest took the matter into his own hands and talked to you and asked you about the guy in your story.....

-shortly after that, the guys went to europe for vacation. jungkooks airport look was something for the goth look book once again, while the other guys looked bright and ready for their time off, and jin was like "oh here we go again" and once again jk helped out...

- the boys knew he kept himself busy the entire time after things got awkward with you, but they didn't exactly know what he was doing in his studio, only taehyung knew he was editing something

-so the boys were enjoying their time off and even got jungkook's mind off of you with some sightseeing and other leisure activities they had planned

-but at the end of the day, he thought of you and read your last messages over and over again. the last time you had texted was when you wished him a good time in europe and he thanked you. he sighed as he realized how your long texts with each other had turned into such short ones within 1 week

- yoongi: i cannot take this anymore, we need to do something about this

jin: i did. i invited y/n to join us.

the boys: ???

jin: all expenses on the company.

the boys: ?????????

-also, this was the first time you guys were separated, and it gave him the chance think about what he truly wants for you two, friendship or more.. he decided to confide in namjoon and jin about it and seek advice

namjoon: i'm sure y/n likes you too, and even if not, which I really doubt, at least you'll get it sorted out that way and carry on

jk: hyung, see that's the thing. if my feelings will not be reciprocated, i won't be able to continue a friendship... that's why I am so scared.

jin: y/n's coming here, tomorrow, jk, only for you, so i'm pretty sure your feelings will be reciprocated. just be honest about them.

jk: what do you mean y/n's gonna be here tomorrow?

jin: exactly that.

jk: with all due respect, hyung-nim, what the fuck

(-namjoon cackling in the background-)

-so jin explained how he asked you about joining them bc jk was so down and reassured jk that he didn't tell you anything about his feelings and that you solely come there bc you also had 2 weeks off and you wanted to spend time with him, even though jin had some convincing to do since you thought it might be awkward between jk and you

- jin: also, the supposed date on her story? that was just a night out among co-workers, so it was definitely not a date, I asked y/n about it

jk: ....... why didn't you tell me sooner? why are you telling me that a week later, when I'm in another country??

jin: remember the time you put actual fish oil in my bungeoppang?

jk:

jin: see, you did this and I'm still arranging you a romantic getaway, like the merciful god i am

jk: oh my god

jin: exactly

-jk texted you the same night and asked you where you are and said that jin told him everything. "maybe I should let the food war continue after all..", you thought and rolled your eyes. you sent jungkook a pic from the view you had from your hotel room, where you arrived a few hours prior, and he could clearly recognize that you were indeed there, as unbelievable as it was for him.

you: I can't believe jin ruined the surprise

jk: trust me, it still was a huge surprise for me

you: a good one, I hope?

jk: definitely... you know, i actually wanted to text you.

you: about the past week, i suppose?

jk: kinda. i'm going to send you something. it was done rather quickly, so have some mercy on me with that.. and please don't be mad at me

you: ok..? you're kind of worrying me here

jk: and y/n.. i won't say anything about it, it should speak for itself.. and please don't say anything about it until I see you tomorrow, ok?

you: alright..

jk: I'll see you at the café jin hyung told me about, depending on the answer you're gonna give me

you: I'll be there, no matter what

jk: ok, then, yellow shirt in case you're answer is positive, black shirt in any other case, how about that?

you: fine by me koo ☺️

jk: ok...... here goes nothing 🙇🏻‍♂️

-what he sent you was a gcf with your name as the title and what followed was a beautiful compilation of your favourite moments you and jungkook had shared, and some moments you weren't even aware of the fact that he was filming you..some scenes, for example: your guys' trip to lotte world, you giggling into the camera when turned the cam to both of you wearing bunny ears, you laughing your ass off while filming him dancing to cl's "hello bitches", you on the day you went to the planetarium together, the time you came over to his place with food after he was too exhausted to do anything after practice and you watched "spirited away" together, then you playing with gureum while he giggles behind the camera, you being bts' no 1 hype man during their concert preparations, some videos where you cheered for him during the days you two spent apart bc of award shows.... and at the end of the video there was a single picture of you two, where you smiled widely into the camera, while he looked at you with a shy smile on his face... and finally, you heard his voice saying the words which appeared on screen: "be my loved one".

- the next day, jungkook was waiting for you in the café opposite the church, where you would come to as well. he was nervous as hell and honestly he still wasn't sure if you're actually going to come there or if jin played a prank on him. he checked his texts again and again and just stared at the "read" sign beneath the text and the video he sent you and mentally slapped himself for telling you to keep your answer to yourself until you meet him in the café. he started overthinking again, to a point where he zoned out so much that he didn't even notice 6 guys with huge sunglasses and a suspicious lot of newspapers, sitting at another table what finally made him snap back into reality was the sound of someone pulling the chair at his table, which instantly made him turn around only to see you sitting down next to him, right at the moment when the bells started ringing. undoubtedly, the colour yellow has never made jungkook happier.

💕

epilogue:

-at the dorms with the boys after you left your company dinner party early-

jimin: why'd you come back so early?

you: because SOMEONE almost broke my co-workers hand during a handshake

jk: it's called asserting dominance, y/n, don't you ever listen to david attenborough sunbaenim?

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onwardintolight · 5 years ago

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Han x Leia, ESB, Trip to Bespin, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: ESB from Leia's POV. A journey from despair to hope, a blossoming, an opening to vulnerability and love.

Warnings: Deals with some heavy themes, incl. working through trauma, depression, self-harm, attempted sexual assault. Each chapter will be individually warned.

Note: I’m currently in the process of reposting the first nine chapters here in full, since when I first wrote this fic, I only shared links to the chapters on AO3 and FFN. I will try to post at least weekly. In the meantime, if you’d prefer to binge-read it, the entire fic is posted in full on AO3 and FFN.

Part: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | Epilogue

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Warnings for Chapter 24: Brief reference to the torture and attempted sexual assault that occurred in Chapter 19

Author’s note from 1/2020: An important disclaimer: As I wrote this fic, I strove to make it canon-compliant—at least compliant with the canon that existed at the time. Now that I'm posting this, however, a few things have changed; notably, we've seen the release of the first issue of the new line of Star Wars comics set after ESB. While I haven't had a chance to read it yet, I'm pretty sure it diverges from what I've written in my final two chapters, and I have no desire to change any of what I've written to fit it. I know most of you don't even care about canon—this IS fanfiction after all—but I just wanted to give you and all future readers a heads up anyway!

One last thing: Several of you have asked me if I'm planning on writing a Leia-focused fic like this one about ROTJ. First of all, I'm super flattered that you'd like more! Tbh though I don't really see myself writing it as another big multichapter; however, I would really like to do a few shorter fics about it. So keep an eye out for those! That being said, things can always change. If I discover that there's an arc I really want to tell through the whole story, I may find myself in over my head again ;)

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The Kaliida Nebula was about six hours away, not counting the brief stops they’d have to make every few hours to switch hyperlanes. Lando had once again joined Chewbacca at the Falcon’s helm; they had both insisted in no uncertain terms that Luke and Leia get some rest, promising they’d comm if they needed anything. She was tired enough not to argue.

Immediately after the jump to hyperspace, Luke had sat frozen, staring out the viewport into the whirling star tunnels. He’d glanced at her when she offered him a hand, looking for all the universe as if she were his only tether away from the maw. Silently, he’d let her help him back to the crew quarters, and once more she shakily attached the fluids line and pulled a blanket over him.

He was gazing up at her again, now, eyes wide and hollow. “Leia,” he whispered.

Tenderly, she brushed the hair from his forehead and reached down to clasp his remaining hand, squeezing it. She perched on the edge of his bunk. “I’m here,” she said softly. “You’re safe now.” Slowly, his eyelids began to flutter, and he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

She sat there for a long time, weariness bleeding into her bones, listening as his breathing grew deeper. Finally, when she was fairly certain her movement would not wake him, she slipped her hand carefully out of his, turned out the light, and walked over to her bunk, curling up on top of it without bothering to remove the blanket.

The pillow smelled like Han.

She thought of him laying there next to her, his fingers tangled in her hair. She thought of the hungry kisses she had never wanted to end. She thought of easy laughter and healing tears, of potent words and new openings.

She thought of the bed on Cloud City, and how they’d never have the chance now to find out if she’d regret it. She thought of his rending screams, of coils and needles and agonizing pain. Of Captain Orffa’s leers, her ripped shirt, his broken neck as he lay on the other side of the room. Of Vader’s hated mask, cold and merciless. Of throbbing rage. Of helpless grief.

Of finally saying “I love you.” Of the one she loved, turned to stone and torn away.

All the emotions she’d been trying to hold at bay rushed in. Her defenses crumpled, and the first tears came in like a flood, violent and inevitable. Burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sound, she wept, her body shaking with sobs. She wept until every breath came as a gasp; until she could no longer imagine what it was to not be weeping. She wept for Han, and for Alderaan, and for every loss in between. For a galaxy full of loss, cracked all the way through with the cruelty of it.

Long after her tears ran dry, she lay there, face still buried in the pillow—Han’s pillow—breathing in the scent of him. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

She wouldn’t let him go.

She would find him, somehow.

Slowly, exhaustion crept up on her, disarming her resistance just as her tears had done earlier. She gave into it with a mild sense of relief, letting her eyes close.

I don’t regret it, she thought as she began to drift off. Sleepy astonishment at the realization gave way to the certainty that she had always known this, somehow, despite her fears. I don’t regret loving him. Not one bit. As much as this hurt—and oh, how it hurt—she would gladly love him and lose him again.

Then sleep took her, carrying her far away into blessed nothingness.

~~~

She was woken up what felt like minutes later by the chime of her comm.

Lando’s voice was on the other end. “We’ve stopped at Terminus,” he said. “We need you up here to watch for Imperials while we search the ship for homing beacons. We’ve got her pretty well hidden behind a moon, but it’s a race against time until they find us.”

Trying to keep any bitterness out of her voice, she gave her consent and stumbled groggily toward the cockpit. Lando gave her a look when she arrived—she must have looked like hell, with red-rimmed eyes and smeared makeup—but to his credit he didn’t say anything, only giving her a nod on the way out. Chewie was already gone. She moved to sit in the co-pilot’s seat, but changed her mind halfway there, instead opting for the captain’s. Curling her legs beneath her, she leaned back into it, smelling its faded leather and a hint of old cologne. She scanned the starfield carefully, glancing at the sensor displays afterward for any signs she might have missed. There was nothing; only stars. On the other side of the moon, she knew, the sky would be filled with ships of all kinds. Terminus was a busy world; she hoped that, as such, it would distract the Empire long enough that they wouldn’t find the Falcon.

She shifted in her seat, anxious. Finding the homing beacon would likely take Chewie and Lando awhile—they had to suit up to examine the hull, after all—but she wished they would hurry and be done with it. Normally, this would have been made a much easier exercise by simply scanning the hull via the ship’s sensors, but the Empire had certainly disabled that function. Or rather, they probably just hadn’t bothered to fix it—it was, after all, one of the sensor systems that had been damaged during their escape from Hoth.

The minutes ticked by. Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour. A light freighter moved into view. She stiffened, then relaxed again as it jumped to hyperspace moments later.

Forty-five minutes. Her eyelids drooped; she pinched her arm to stay awake.

Finally, she heard the door open behind her, and Chewie came in with a roar. «We found it,» he said. He was triumphant, but his voice was laced with sorrow. She knew enough of him now to hear it. She caught his gaze, and he sat down next to her. For a minute, they looked out on the emptiness together. «You should go back to bed, Little Princess,» he finally said, his voice gentle.

“You sure you don’t need sleep?” she whispered.

«I will,» he said, «but I have strength left to spare, and I was not hurt as badly as you. Go sleep.» She nodded and got up just as Lando came through the door. She didn’t look at him as they exchanged places. Hazily, she walked back to the crew quarters, fell in her bunk, and was once more lost in unconsciousness.

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Leia’s eyes flickered open. How long had her comm been beeping? Yawning, she sat up, flipping on the light over her bunk, and froze as all the memories of the previous day flooded back in. The deep ache in her chest nearly knocked her over, and she fought off the urge to lay back down and forget everything again.

Luke. She had to make sure he was okay. She glanced over towards the other side of the room; there he lay, as still as a stone. Alarmed, she leapt out of bed and lurched over to check on him. His chest rose and fell, and she sighed in relief. He was in a deep sleep. That was good.

Feeling her heartbeat calm again, she sat back down on her bunk and answered her comlink. “Yes?” she croaked, her voice hoarse.

“Just wanted to let you know we’ve arrived at the Kaliida Nebula,” said Lando. “Whenever you’re able, I’ll let you take over and see if you can reach that contact of yours. Could use a little shut-eye myself.”

“Of course,” she said curtly. “I’ll be right there.”

When she arrived, Chewie was once again nowhere in sight. She felt a pang in her chest, thinking of his grief. At least, she thought, he was getting some sleep, too.

Lando nodded awkwardly to her as they switched places again and left without a word. For a minute, she stared at the glowing pink clouds outside the viewport. She knew he’d be just a comm away, but still, she was nervous. The nebula could be perilous. From time to time, it was home to migrating neebray mantas, which could do some serious damage to ships. Moreover, if the Empire had somehow found out about this checkpoint—

She felt her throat constricting and her heart pounding, and she stopped the thought short. Yes, the Empire had caught up with them a few too many times recently—she had good reason to be fearful of that. But she should be wary, not paranoid. This was the best chance they had to make contact with the Alliance. Straightening, she set a Rebel-coded message to broadcast at intervals to the surrounding parts of the nebula, then she took the Falcon on a leisurely tour through the cloud tunnels.

An hour later, she had a reply. It was also in Alliance code, and it gave her coordinates to meet nearby. She tensed. The Empire could have cracked that code since she was gone, they could have found out about this location, they could have—

She forced herself to breathe slowly. “Chewie,” she said into the comlink, “I’m making contact. I may need backup if it’s not who I think it is.”

The Wookiee yawned, but he didn’t hesitate. «I’m coming,» he said.

Soon both he and Lando joined her again in the cockpit. She felt bad that they’d only had an hour of sleep, but she supposed there was nothing to be done.

Well, mostly bad. She didn’t feel all that bad about Lando. As far as she was concerned, he could suffer. He sat behind her, keeping watch as she and Chewie maneuvered the ship to the meeting point.

Finally, the clouds in front of them parted, revealing an X-wing.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” the pilot whooped upon seeing their ship. “I was starting to think I’d never see that hunk of junk again! Is the princess there?”

Leia breathed a sigh of relief. “Hi, Wedge,” she said, transmitting the codes to confirm it was her.

“Good to hear your voice, Princess,” he said. “High command’s been going out of their minds. They figured if you survived, you’d make your way here. Lucky you found me now; they were beginning to think it was a lost cause. We probably wouldn’t have been patrolling out here much longer.”

“Thanks for waiting,” she said.

“Where’s ol’ Han?”

All the words seemed to dry up in her mouth, and she sat silent for a moment. “He’s gone,” she said finally, her voice quiet. Chewie let out a mournful wail.

She heard Wedge exhale. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of genuine grief. “Sending you the jump coordinates now.”

Within a few minutes, they’d left the bright clouds of the Kaliida Nebula behind and were headed home. It wasn’t truly home, of course—Home was Alderaan, and that was gone forever. These days, though, the Alliance had become the only home she could claim to have. But whatever familiarity it offered, it would be empty without Han.

“Hey,” Lando said from behind her, startling her. She didn’t turn around. “Chewie ’n I have been talking and…” he faltered for a moment, then he went on. “…We’re gonna find Han and bring him back. We’ll leave for Tatooine as soon as we can get fueled and ready.”

She leaned back in her seat. “You got a plan?”

Chewie responded. «We have some ideas, yes, but we wanted to talk with you and Luke and hear yours, too.»

Leia nodded slowly. “We’ll discuss it when we get there, after the briefings. I don’t want to put too much strain on Luke before then. He doesn’t even know what happened yet.”

“Sure thing,” said Lando.

She clenched her teeth to avoid telling him to shut up. Instead, she shifted her focus outside, watching the whirlwind starlight.

Somewhere out there, Han was trapped, but alive. And somehow, they would find him and bring him home.

A warmth grew inside her chest; the fire of hope.

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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What one event, big or small, are you going to tell your grandchildren about? I won’t even have kids...

What is your least favourite thing about your full name? it’s long, it’s polish, it’s feminine, it starts on a letter Z that is rarely used, people don’t know how to write my surname down, it reminds people of a stupid song that I hate etc.

Do you like sunglasses? it’s complicated Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? sorta, sometimes Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? what isn’t...

What is your favourite glass to drink from? prefer a mug When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? they were born in Poland where we still live What time is it in the country you get the most of your heratige from? 14.42 Would you rather live in the 1960’s or the 1910’s? 60s Is the computer your only current light source? window/sun too Do you think you look good with a hat on? I’m ugly no matter what so...

Do you have anyone you fully trust? not fully, not even myself, some I just trust more than others When did you last talk on the phone with someone? yesterday with M.

Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? kinda When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? mom, this day Was the last movie you watched a horror film? noooo Do you own a lot of tee shirts? shitload Do you handle pain well? been told Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? I never threw up out of stress, I can feel nauseous though Do you enjoy your hairstyle? not really atm but it’s not the worst How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? none, ever Do you have a leather jacket? fake

What is the worst insult someone can call you? I’ve already heard everything I suppose... Do you write on your hands a lot? not anymore Do you think hugs are awkward? often Ever play Angry Birds? flappy bird only How late did you stay up last night? till mornin’ Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? mhm Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? they would have to be really stupid to choose mine tbh Is there a place you’d rather live right now? on my own... Do you go out often? lately Is there anyone who is overly nice to you? my current partner, I don’t deserve her If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? I’m not reading anything Do you have a job you like? I don’t have a job How many scarves do you own, if any at all? uh oh :x

What is one way in which this year is different from last year? where should I start... Do you feel like you have too much on your plate and your life is too hard? for me it is too hard Did you do anything you regret within the last 24 hours? probably What is your favorite day to go grocery shopping? I don’t have a favorite day to go but I don’t shop on Sundays and Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays are usually the hardest to get anything Would you follow God even if it meant losing your home, your source of food, all of your friends, or even your life? jeśli byłabym 100% pewna, że Bóg tego chce i co mam robić Who’s death has affected you the most? my brother’s Have you ever grown sunflowers? they didn’t turn out well Are you scared to stand up to a police officer? no idea What is your doctor’s first name? which one?

Do you hate political posts on facebook? when there’s plenty, especially wrong How many pictures do you have stored on your computer? omg Which type of camera do you prefer: digital or Polaroid? hard to tell Have you ever had a camera that took film? we had when I was still a kid Do you ever squirt whip cream onto a plate and then eat it by itself? disgusting Have you ever had a hot flash? common Are you ok? my heart hurts badly Would you rather wear purple glasses or black glasses? black If you’re a girl, do you ever shop in the boys or mens section? absolutely If you’re a guy, do you ever shop in the girls or womens section? I’m a woman What do you think of when you hear the word “Christian”? religious person lmfao How many pullover hoodies do you own? bunch Which do you take more: videos or photos? pics What is the most embarrassing thing you can think of happening? my imagination is vivid What are two names you used to get mixed up when you were younger? for example - Ada and Adrianna What do u think of the quote “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing” I disagree Do you wear earmuffs when it’s cold out? I don’t own any

If you type for awhile, do your fingers start to hurt? on my phone, not computer What do you smell right now? luckily nothing much If you were an instrument, what would you be? smth annoying? Do you hate the usual 100 questions surveys? EX: Eye color boring Does your house have a doorbell? of course Do you know someone who has dropped out of high school? my classmate If you were to get a pet turtle right now, what would you name it? mine was called Bob and I don’t want a new one What’s your most hated commercial to watch? most of them are shit What was the last thing you charged? cellphone When you were younger, did you believe you could fly? if I did I would be dead by now (jumping out of window or smth) Favorite farm animal? chicken What’s your favorite name that begins with B? I don’t like polish names starting on B letter If someone payed you $500 would you take a bath in milk? why not Do you enjoy having time to yourself? :3 Can you do a cart wheel? still but crappy Do you like Ed Sheeran? blergh Would you rather become an author or teacher? author How many people are you currently texting? just 1 This time tomorrow, what will you be doing? hopefully spend time with @jonasz-cat Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? money Have you ever been inside a recording studio? I have not Would you rather visit Mars or Neptune? Neptune Does it bother you when people keep talking to you and you want to leave? very Have you ever texted a landline phone by accident? my sister did Do you like quotes about love or life better? love is part of life What color is your garage? not applicable Do you like it when people give you compliments? they’re lying Was your hair straight today? my hair is wavy Do you ever share things on Facebook? quizzes from buzzfeed, music link from yt and selfies Do you pick out your outfits for the next day the night before or the AM? am What color was your swim suit this year? bluish Do ladders scare you? I’m cautious

1 through 10, how would you rate your day? low Any specific reason why? how I feel physically and those mirror demons mostly + some minor things

Salt or pepper? salt If you look to your right & then look down.. What do you see? bag Did you use swear words today? sigh... What did you buy today? food

If you had the choice to meet three famous people, who would you choose? dead or alive? Do you own any animals that aren’t domestic? dog is domestic ;)

Do you think people under fourteen should have sex? hell no How old were you when you had your first alcoholic beverage? 20+ What is something most people think of as lame, but you don’t? my interests? Have you ever feared that you would lose a body part? just my teeth, fingers or eyes Do you like gore? no thx Would you rather receive a kiss on the cheek, or on the forehead? neck :P Have you ever had a friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend flirt with you? someone who seriously tried to become my friend’s bf flirted with me and her sister and that’s one of reasons I say that you can lie with both actions AND words Where is your biological mother at the moment? kitchen Do you enjoy going places with your mother, like running errands? ... Do you have any annoying siblings? she indeed annoys me How many people are in your immediate family? I count my parents and eventually my sister as immediate family Would you say you have good or bad luck? bad Do you like your laugh? uh... Do you hate it when people ask you how their survey was at the end? because they should do better, be more unique, sorry not sorry What are your plans for the rest of the day? we’ll see

Have you ever unbuttoned your ex’s pants? ... buttons? not zipper?... What does your last text say? it was the link to the article

Do you ever think about the past? I’m nostalgic and an overthinker Is math your favorite part of school? even in middle school when I was getting high grades for math I didn’t like it that much Have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours? yesterday You’ve taken fifteen shots of vodka, what are you doing? exactly, WHAT AM I DOING?! Do you regret any of your relationships? yasss but I guess I learned yadda yadda yadda Whats the last taste in your mouth? stomach acid :(

What are your countries staple dishes? (Italians - pizza, pasta etc) *shrug* What was the last thing you felt disappointed by? my very own self Do you play games on your phone? nothing else but Choices Do you have music on your cellphone? spotify Name three black things that you can see? necklace, cellphone, calculator Do you like your best friends parents? Could you even tell me their names? I liked my elementary school’s bestie’s mom - Mrs. Krysia she was like an aunt to me and still recognizes me on the street, I miss her Are you more of a mums kid or dads kid? dad’s Marilyn Monroe or Audrey Hepburn? Marilyn Monroe forever anything silly that annoys you? (i hate hearing nails being clipped) for example - someone scratching their plate with a fork, jak ktoś sztućcem zgrzebuje resztki jedzenia mam ochotę go zamordować >.< would you perfer to do the dishes or hang washing? dishes

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nctjournal · 6 years ago

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Forgotten (Jeno)

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An au where you and jeno were the duo in school, and you were close friends when you two were little, but as soon as you transferred to a different school, you lost contact with him.

A/N: i miss writing so here i am, and i’m making this female reader bc it’s easier on me and i end up using female pronouns like halfway through writing. this might get really messing, just a warning bc all of this is literally from my head. for once this is really bad sorry

I know it’s mentioned in the description but you two were the duo in school

Like THE DUO

And you two were adorable together when you guys were young

You guys would always pair up when it’s a co-ed project

Even though jeno has other friends when it comes to having to work with the same gender

You don’t,,,,

You didn’t rely on jeno for communication or anything

Interacting just wasn’t your thing

Even though that’s pretty much used in every scenario but oh well

Then a few months into the second year in school together, your mom decided to move back to the states

Why?

Family issues

We’re not gonna get into that

You feel like you forgot how to speak english bc of how often you talk to jeno erugiherg

And with that, your parents decided to get you a new phone

Your dumb butt decided not to transfer your contacts as you just thought you were gonna never talk to them again

You still have that phone, but it’s dead bc you never charge it

You still continue your path of singing and dancing, but you mainly focused on singing

And you have a sibling who’s focusing on dancing

Guess it matches well

You two just used youtube to share your works

Of course your sister is more known bc you hardly use your social media nor post videos

You’re only known for your covers since it’s the audio your sibling uses for their covers

Only you used a different name to go by on social media, bc your parents wanted you to, and they wouldn’t let you if you used your real name

Sometimes you appear in your sibling’s videos for dance covers, and whenever someone asks who you are, your sibling just answers ‘just a friend who agreed to do a cover with me’

Yes your entire face is pretty much covered by a hat and mask

On jeno’s side of the whole story

We know what he’s doing

But he’s been focused on it so much that he basically forgot you

One day, you were searching through youtube and found a video with him as a thumbnail

You checked it out and you couldn’t help but smile in awe

It’s so nice to see your friend finally debuting

Oh yeah, your sibling knows you were close friends with jeno

Bc you talk to them on your free time

Your parents don’t hate each other, but they’re not married anymore

Sounds complicated and i’m sorry for that ewiuhgiuerhg

Apparently you live in one of the places that sm does their monthly auditions

And a few months later, when you actually have time

Your sibling tried to convince you to go with them

Honestly you were fine being a normal cover channel

Which isn’t that popular but that doesn’t stop you from singing

And you had a job too which you were completely fine with

But even your parents wanted you to go

Which means you were going

Tbh you really didn’t want to go

You knew there was training involved and you HATE training your vocals

Even though you can still speak korean perfectly fine, you feel like you're gonna end up butchering it

If you get accepted anyways

It was coming soon and you two were planning your thing

Your sibling was so good with coming up with choreography that you knew they were gonna get in

You KNEW it

You on the other hand

Not so confident

Everyone keeps telling you to be confident

You nod but you just can’t

You’re just gonna wing it since you can’t not be nervous

Then the day comes

And how nice, it was the day nct dream decided to come visit the auditions

You didn’t know that but apparently everyone else did

When your family got to the place, your nervousness skyrocketed

You were definitely not prepared for this

You wore your usual attire that you wear in your sibling’s videos

When you guys came in, many people recognized your sibling

When you guys got your numbers, you waited

While you waited, you two played games, mainly hand games

And you two stretched and then just chilled until your numbers were called

When your numbers are called, you both went

You can feel everyone staring at you

Like, why are you wearing a hat and a mask when they need to see who you are??

When you entered the room, there was nct dream and your sibling almost freaked out

You motioned them to calm down and they did

Let’s make this the we young era so they’re all wearing their sailor clothes

“Excuse me, miss, can you please take off your hat and mask?” you hear one of them say

Who said it?

Mark did, but you didn’t know who he was

You apologized and did as asked

You fixed your hair as you took off your hat and mask

Your hair is average length, so you didn’t need to worry about it getting into your face too much

You two greeted in english so they know who’s who

You guys were getting ready the dance portion of your performance

You can feel one of them staring at you

Of course it was jeno

But it was a stare as if he was trying to remember something

Yet his memory failed him

Then you guys started and BOY YOU WERE GUYS POWERFUL

You were showing off your moves when you had a solo part

And same with your sibling

You didn’t see dream’s faces, but they were surprised and amazed by both of your dancing skills

You look like you wasted so much of your energy on dancing

“Y/N, you said you were going to sing too, do you have the energy for it?” one of the judges say

You didn’t answer, instead, your sibling did

“You’re just underestimating her stamina.” they said softly, but some of the members in dream heard them

You were given a hand mic

Like a normal person would, you checked the mic, and luckily it was working

Luckily, you’ve been doing covers of english songs, and even same some songs that you wrote both in korean and english

Mostly for your sister’s dance covers but you also sing osts

Instead you just sang an english song you really like

Your sibling is standing in the back and swaying side to side as you sang

It’s seems like an emotional song, but it’s really bc how your voice is and the song

When you were done, the judges nod and wrote down something on the paper

Your sibling gave you your water bottle as you were busy clearing your dry throat

Time skip bc my uncreative butt got in the way

After your private auditions, you and your sibling got to meet again

Of course you had your hat and mask back on as you left the room

You’re dying from heat since you’re wearing all black but you couldn’t care less

Your sibling tried to get you to take off the hat and the mask while fanning you

But you refused since you were in a room with a bunch of other people who didn’t know you were the other person dancing in your sibling dance covers

Skipping again bc i’m dumb

Results came a few days later as you were just chilling and singing to a random song

“Y/N!!!!!” you hear your sibling yelling from another room

Instead of yelling back, you walk over to the room they were in

And as usual they’re in their practice room

“What.”

“Did you check your email?”

“No?”

“GO CHECK!”

“OK!”

And you went

But your sibling decided to follow you to your recording room which your dad still kept

Thank god

“Did you get in?” you ask

“Yeah, surprisingly.”

“Surprisingly? Dude, I didn’t see their face, but I’m what I saw in my side vision, those kids were surprised and impressed by your dancing!”

Your sibling laughed, “oh shut up!”

“Besides, aren’t you happy you passed?”

“I am!”

“You don’t seem like it.”

“JUST GO CHECK YOUR EMAIL!”

“OK!”

Then you checked your email

It’s not there

Your sister was confused

But then you checked your spam and there it was

You wondered why it was in your spams, but then you remembered so many people wanted to scout you and you just kept rejecting them to the point that you just ignored their emails

You clicked and there was the email

It’s in all in korean, great

And your sibling didn’t understand it bc her email was in English

You read it like a book and you made a face

“What did it say?” you sibling asked

“They accepted me, but they want me to sing face to face.”

“Why? Were you too good for just a recording?”

“Oh shut up!”

You were ready to fight your sibling

But apparently your parents were listening and willing to have you go back to korea for it

“Well, back to Seoul I guess.” you say

Luckily staying in the city isn’t an issue, since you have a family there

When your sibling and everyone else has left, you stared at your old phone

You could backup your contacts now, but all of your friend contacts are useless to you, knowing they completely forgot about you

Now you gotta plan the flight and pack or else your family is gonna rush you

By family, i just mean your sibling

Of course they’re excited, bc they’ve never been out of the states before

Then when the time came, your mom and your sister was ready

Your dad decided to stay to watch over the house

So when you guys finally made it to seoul, you guys were greeted by your family

Your sibling was so lost and you told your side of the family about them

They still seemed confused, but you’ll translate for them later

Tbh you would have done it a few months later but them you would have to go through the whole audition process again and that alone was already draining

Skipping to the part when you actually went to the building itself

Already you could feel yourself getting lost in this gigantic building

Luckily there was someone who’s willing to show you the way

Haha guess who

Lee jeno himself of course

Of course you didn’t feel any different than before

And your sibling still clung onto you and tried to hide from jeno, which caused you to walk slower than usual

Jeno turned around as he noticed how slow you were going

“Is everything okay?”

You nod

But how long has it been since you heard someone else speak korean other than your mom?

Too long

You guys just continued walking until you got to the room and you see some adults in it

“Ah, Are you Y/N?” someone in the room asked

You nodded

Probably they didn’t know who you were bc this time, you didn’t hide your face and you wore some color for once

Jeno was nice enough to stay so he could lead you out of the building

They asked you a few questions

One was what school did you go to

You just answered that you went to Seoul School of Performing Arts for a year and transferred to a general public school

Apparently they didn’t know you could speak korean well

Your sibling was surprised that you went to that school

You knew they’re going to talk so much after all this is over

Now they got to the part where you had to sing for them

God this was like the audition all over again

You expected music, but apparently they want you to sing an acapella

Your brain is like

‘I don’t do acapellas but ok’

You sang

You can feel your sibling being proud of you again

You basically used your water bottle as a mic

When you were done, you listened to the adults giving you comments

Apparently some complimented on your korean, ok then

Anyways, great news! You got accepted!!

Your sibling tackled you into a hug and you almost fell

You can hear clapping from Jeno

Then there’s someone yelling, “There you are, Jeno!”

He looked over and smile, “Sorry, I was showing someone where to go.”

They popped their heads in and found you struggling to get your sibling off

It seems like the adults have already left

“Oh, it’s them again!” one of them said

You two look over and your sibling immediately dragged you in front of them

You almost lost your balance

The kid with the purple hair laughed at you

Yep that’s chenle

But you didn’t know that

Yes this is during the we young era and i don’t remember if i mentioned that already

You introduced yourself and your sibling

They’re so pleased to meet you

They introduced themselves too

Then chenle had a thought

“Jeno-hyung, didn’t you have a friend that went to the same school as you?”

Jeno’s just ‘??? what are you talking about?’

Then chenle’s just ‘nevermind’

You look at your sibling and they just looked at you and you know how upset they are that he forgot about you

Tbh mark knows you from school too (from jeno) and luckily he remembers you

Apparently mark wanted to talk to you in private and you nodded

When you followed mark to a different room, he just sighed

“What’s wrong?” you had to ask

“It’s not about me, it’s Jeno.”

“?? what’s wrong with him??”

“Were you Jeno’s friend in school?”

Answering a question with a question is not cool mark

“Yeah… well i WAS.”

“So you kinda knew that he forgot about you?”

“Yep, and it’s not the first time a friend has forgotten about me.”

#lee jeno #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct #c; mine #c; jeno #c; Bullet #c; general au

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daturanerium · 6 years ago

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2/3/2019, game one: never getting on a fucking boat again

some cast of characters to pique your interest before I insert the readmore!

Imzel, a female half elf druid (played by @alyssumasylum)

Arofyr (Ace), a male half elf ranger

Melvions (Mel), a nonbinary halfling monk

Kell, a male human fighter, future brute (played by @shaggy-kills-god)

Eva, a female human fighter, future gunslinger (played by me)

take a few minutes and read through our first game if you want. this is primarily so i can remember stuff, but i’m sharing it here just in case my followers are interested in eva and co’s crazy adventures. if you read the summary, send me an ask and let me know!

we open on mel, Val’s character. they’re a gender neutral monk living in the monastery up on the hill. mel is regarded as pretty much a god among the other monks, and they all see them as the Chosen One. mel is an absolutely fucking jacked halfling that doesn’t y’all and has more of a punch-first mentality. a week before our story begins, one of the other monks, john, informs mel that the heads have been discussing things and they might be conspiring to kick them out. mel eloquently uses their ✨magic asl✨ to tell john they don’t give a fuck, and then goes to meet with the heads. they inform mel that things seem.....off......in the world, and since mel is the All Powerful Absolutely Brilliant Incredible Show-Stopping Jacked Chosen One they’re sending them out to figure out what the fuck’s going on. the monastery has a horse and a guide waiting for mel, but, true to their brand of Not Giving A Fuck, mel sets off immediately on their own, leaving the guide to somehow catch up.

next up is kell and eva, will and i. they’ve stayed the night in a simple home with a farming family after helping them out with an unspecified problem the night before. the family makes the pair a simple but lovely breakfast, which both eva and kell gratefully accept. during breakfast, one of the members of the family explains that their son went missing after visiting a traveling circus earlier that week. he knows that the pair have already done a lot, but could they held him find his boy please? kell chows down on biscuits while eva asks the questions, as is the usual. kell wears a mask around his mouth and is mute, and eva has known him for long enough that she knows what he means (aka usually will just whispers in my ear if I can’t figure it out). the man gives a description of the boy and tells them that he came back after visiting the circus but was gone the next day. eva and kell advise that the family continue searching here while they follow up on the circus, which is traveling to Westrun (or close to that, forgive me dm) next. eva and kell will have to head to the docks to catch them. they finish breakfast and head out, receiving some payment from the family member.

next is ken’s character, imzel. she’s a half elf druid currently sleeping in a nearby forest. she wakes up to a sunny, peaceful morning. to anyone else it would seem like a great day, but for someone like imzel that’s in tune with nature and her balance, something seems......off. she can’t quite put her finger on it, and tbh she really doesn’t get a chance to think about it much since she almost gets hit by a cart halfway through her morning meditation. the cart is driven by a man who looks VERY tired. he apologizes for almost hitting her and asks if she’s seen an absolutely ripped halfling running about because it’s VERY IMPORTANT he find them. imzel hasn’t seen this halfling, but she offers to help. he helps her into the cart and they continue on towards the city.

finally, we have ace, andrew’s half-elf ranger. he wakes in the same forest farther down towards the city. his dog, who is currently unnamed (👀), is with him. ace awakes to a strange sight: the trees behind him seem to have.....holes in them? they’re absolutely wrecked, and as a tracker and hunter it’s something he’s never seen before. he carefully follows the trail of wrecked trees, keeping his hand on his sword and his dog behind him. what he finds is a.......short humanoid /thing/ that has way to many muscles to be healthy. it’s mel, val’s character, who has been punching trees along their way down to the city (much to the surprise and amusement of val, who gave the dm free reign over most of their backstory). mel flexes their muscles in the direction of ace and their robes “fucking disintegrate”. ace, concerned for obvious reasons, asks who they are and what they’re doing. mel spends the next two minutes using their ✨magic asl✨ to paint ace a vivid picture of them punching the shit out of his dog. he’s obviously Not Having That. and then, a very tired and upset voice rings out: it’s Mel’s guide, who informs mel that he has been searching for them for AN ENTIRE WEEK. imzel hops out of the cart, sensing the tension. the guide all but orders mel to get in the cart, which mel eventually and very reluctantly does. the guide apologizes to both ace and imzel and gives them both ten silver for their trouble. then they leave for the city. ace and imzel decide individually to follow them down, realizing that mel should probably be kept in check and their tired guide is going to need some help.

eva and kell have been making their way to the docks to get to westrun. they watch as a monastery cart rides by at a moderately fast pace, followed by a half-elven man and a pretty......earthy......woman. that looks interesting. they continue down to the docks, realizing that this strange group is heading in the same direction.

after disembarking, mel takes out their flute and begins to play. val rolls a four, so it ends up being more of a godawful screeching. kell, not having ANY of that shit, lifts mel’s comparatively tiny body and takes the flute. eva gently says to put the halfling down. he does. the guide walks up and apologizes. he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks, poor thing. he starts to explain that apparently it’s his “destiny” to help mel and that he doesn’t get paid when a new interest enters the scene. an Incredibly Fucking Rich yacht pulls into the docks, and an Incredibly Fucking Rich nobleman steps off. he starts loudly complaining that this can’t be right and there’s no way he was supposed to meet in this dump of a city. kell starts to play the flute and rolls a nat20. the Incredibly Rich Man looks up and is actually.....kind of charmed. he approaches kell and eva and says that kell’s playing is quite skillful for a Gross Peasant. kell doesn’t respond, obviously. eva says thank you for him.

eva: he says thank you.

IRM: [white-guy-blinking.gif]

the Rich Guy quickly realizes that nobody knows who he is. he walks into the center of the docks area, rhetorically asking if anyone is aware of his status. nobody is. eva does recognize the crest on his jacket, but she can’t quite place the name. the Rich Guy finally announces that he was supposed to meet with the mayor. he reads mel’s poor guide as the most approachable for a man of his status and demands the guide send him to meet with the mayor. the guide has no idea where the mayor lives and tells Rich Guy as such. Rich Guy is.....not pleased. he takes his best guess and walks off toward where he assumes the mayor would live. as he walks past, everyone around him gets physically pushed away by an invisible something. eva and kell know where the mayor is but decide not to say anything. they continue to the docks.

at the docks there are two boats heading to westrun, which is where everyone is heading. one is a small dingy boat run by a middle aged guy who is surprised and excited to have any customers at all. the other seems a bit more middle class: it’s bigger and looks cleaner, and the man stepping out looks at first glance to be dressed well. upon closer inspection, his enthusiasm seems a bit....scammer-like. ace, imzel, and mel get on the nicer boat. eva and kell get on the smaller one.

[note: i wasn’t on the nicer boat. this next part is Val’s narration with some edits]

The creepy nicely dressed man was really enthusiastic about his love for the boat he named after his dead daughter (plot point). After showing us some nice rooms he shows us a table full of nice food. Ace, Izmel, and Mel all chose a plate that morphed into different food. Idk what food we got except I remember that Mel got mac and cheese. While we were were eating our food the old man shows us with Ace's plate of food that when he throws a dirty plate in this hole in the floor it comes out completely clean. So obviously we get weirded out and roll to cast perception but get nothing expect for andrew, who starts to converse with the old man about the type of magic, revealing the boat is pretty much entirely magical. After that the old man leads us down a long corridor with a door with a cylinder hole in it. The old man with a deathly serious tone tells us to touch nothing and with the help of 2 of his crew members opens the door to the "engine room". Which turns out to be this unworldly room with this orb in the middle. The orb morphs into these little childish playful orbs that sound almost like they're trying to talk to us, but as soon as they appear their morph back into their original ball orb thingy. And at this point Mel immedently starts walking out of the room, back onto the dock, and jumps onto the other boat, arms folded, unwilling to describe what happened on the nicer boat.

[end Val’s narration. thx for adding in!]

the smaller boat is run by a man who seems a bit nervous and apologetic, but excited to be having customers. he explains that his family used to run a cookie business and he was supposed to inherit it, but that he wanted to be a boat captain instead. he gives them each a business card. the cards are completely blank white except for a little logo at the bottom saying [something about cookies lol I don’t remember exactly what it was]. the captain stresses that they shouldn’t let the cards get wet but won’t explain why. eva puts them in her bag. they make small talk before setting out. the man seems a bit nervous and a little shifty, but that was something they were both expecting. mel hops on at the last second. (at this point val had to leave). after the boat is mostly out of sight of the coast, the passengers start to hear weird whale-like noises coming from deep in the boat. the captain says it’s fine! 🙂 and then asks if he told them the name of the boat. he hasn’t. he says the boat will tell them eventually 🙂. the boat Knows You 🙂 .the boat knows What You’ve Done 🙂. the boat helped him, the captain, get away from his murderous tendencies by making him confront his demons 🙂. the boat’s noises start getting louder. kell and eva are not at all okay with this. the captain says that they have to be because the boat doesn’t listen to him and is temperamental 🙂. kell and eva are Okay With This 🙂. the captain says that the boat is more active at night and will definitely speak to them in their dreams about what they’ve done, which is not good news for either of them. the captain eventually goes to bed. the walls morph around him to let him in 🙂.

eva and kell are alone but Not Really 🙂

kell eventually goes to sleep. he dreams of his past. it’s not fun.

eva doesn’t sleep. she stays up all night. as she watches, the boat starts to grow and stretch very slowly, creating appendages of sorts. and then kell, asleep on the boat, falls through an open hole on the deck and disappears. the hole closes on top of him. eva, despite her best efforts, starts to panic. she carefully walks over to where he was and knocks on the wood. there’s no response. and then the deck starts to take her, too. eva, knowing she deserves this, lets it take her.

eva has a vision involving her biggest mistake (👀) and she’s not having a fun time whoop yikes

the boat shows her what it believes she needed to see and then drops her back on the deck a few hours later. she is silent for the first five minutes, cries for the next ten, and then waits for the others to wake up/return. the boat is still making noises, but they seem almost like they’re trying to calm her down now.

everyone eventually wakes up on the boat, the newcomers visibly shaken. eva tells kell she’s okay (but yeah she’s def lying). the guide had some Seriously Fucked Up Dreams and he doesn’t want to be here anymore. the captain, after a bit of thinking, tells kell and eva to get their business carts wet. since both are pretty on edge after last night’s visions, they’re a bit hesitant. Eva finally takes her card and dips it over the side of the boat, and then Kell does the same. The cards turn jet black. now there’s symbols all over the card; kell recognizes it as thievescant. the card basically translates to “pass”. the captain says that he used to be involved in some shady business, and these cards might help “people like you”. he tells them to flip the cards over. there’s a set of numbers on the back forming a shape of some sort. the captain explains that this is his “number” and if they need anything they can use that to contact him. kell and eva are.....very confused. the captain, realizing this, explains that since they’re entering a new country there’s going to be lots of new, unfamiliar technology. he informs them half-jokingly to not buy anything people tell them to buy. eva puts both cards back in her bag. they’re a few hours away from the Westrun docks.

meanwhile, back on the other boat.....

[narration taken up by ken, thx hun!]

After Mel left, both Ace and Imzel were shown down a suspiciously long hallway by Reginald(?), the scammy old captain, and into an open deck area for fresh air (HE CLOSED AND LOCKED THE DOOR BEHIND HIM, V IMPORTANT). Once we had gotten enough fresh air, he reopened the door to lead us to our rooms and it was a completely new hallway. There were 7 rooms. I picked #7, but was turned down. Ace picked #4 and was given a key (different to Reginald's cylinder key thing) for #4 and was specifically told to lock the door behind him and to not use the key on any other door. He saw a nice lavender room, but with illegible scribbles on the wall. Imzel also chose #4 and unlocked it and went in, saw the same room, but no Ace. We then proceeded to dick around trying to see what would happen if you'd mess up the bed then left and returned (it stayed the same) and Ace decided to see what would happen if he went in but didn't lock it. The walls started oozing goop and there was noise slowly growing in volume. He left immediately, not investigating any further. Imzel decided to try her key in door #7 and it worked, but she saw her same room. As soon as she stepped in, not even closing the door behind her, loud train noises began to shake the room and she grew very ill feeling, so much so that she couldn't make a high enough dex throw to make it out of the room 🙃 Ace freaked out and wanted to open every door... but was persuaded otherwise... while Imzel tried to yell for help. Reginald found her first, got vvvvvvv mad and threw her out of the room then proceeded to scold both of them, then he ran (surprisingly fast for a "65 year old") to go fix whatever problem we had caused on his precious ship that had taken him 30 years to build...

[end ken’s narration]

and that’s where we left off! this campaign is really fun so far. If you’re a follower of mine thx for reading! Let me know what you think and feel free to ask me questions about Eva or any other characters :)

#emmy plays dnd #summaries #eva

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 7 years ago

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Adjectives (help), sentence structure, an abundance of perhaps | Doing the Write Thing #69

hello what is up tis been a month since the last update, here we are again, at 11:16 pm, I have school tomorrow, ah. (it’s midnight as I’m editing this!)

So this DtWT update is probably going to be short because I do seriously need to get to bed, so not too much chat tonight. :( Apologies for my absence on this blog for the last while, February has been such a stressful, and yet exhilarating rush of a month.

Quick recap for y’all tho I’ll go more in depth in my goals update:

- I start my first day at my co-op placement at Hot Topic tomorrow #dreams are coming true

- Went to the west coast two weeks ago with the fam and my life has never been so pure ft. hanging with @shaelinwrites #the air quality tho

- Went to Ottawa this past Thursday + Friday w/ my school, posted the photoset HERE

- Went to see Wallows (previously The Narwhals) yesterday, copped the boys’ signatures (bless @imdisappointed), screamed I’m Full like no other, here’s this pic of Dylan I’ll probs have more for the monthly update:

# Braeden and Cole creepin in the corners

(cole taylor preston is a godsend, story on why will be in the monthly update ha)

Alright so that’s where I’m at. Life’s good.

Onto ze update my friends.

Daily word count goal: 250

Words written: 645

Total word count: 31 603

(the fact that this has only gone up 2k since last month is meeeeee)

Total page count: 55

Songs played: No music, tho I wrote a solid chunk of this while my parents watched talking dead does that c o u n t

Things to know: Did not think this would go anywhere and then I tweaked something I wrote on Friday and everything was like yoooo whattup haven’t said hello to you in a couple weeks we’ll just show up right now at 10:30 even tho you need to sleep at 11:00. I love my brain.

How I felt: Pretty darn good okay, still a little scared, but overall, not bad. I was sending a couple excerpts here and there to @sssoto, @sarahkelsiwrites and @imdisappointed so it was pretty smooth sailing I think

Bad haiku to describe writing session: This month has been good / Didn’t think I’d be writing / But this turned out good

*i use good tentatively ok

Rating of writing session out of 10 and why: Like a 9 I had good fun times, there were lots of colour refs, so many adjectives like pls help

On a scale from 1-10 my level of stoked-ness is: Like a 9... I’m nervous to pick up where I left (I didn't want to stop writing but it’s getting late and I really wanted to post this lol), but there’s potential for some roasting action so I’m down.

Lyrics to describe writing session: How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? / It's just something that I want to do / I'll be taking my time, spending my life / Falling deeper in love with you / So tell me that you love me too / Tell me that you love me too / Tell me that you love me too

--How Would You Feel (Paean), Ed Sheeran (÷)

*struggles to find music not about angsting bois*

*bless ed bless*

GIF to describe writing session:

Excerpt:

So like I mentioned above, this chapter has a lot of colour references as well as adjectives like pls help pls, but on top of this, there’s also this weird recurring sentence structure and I’m like ok:

Consciousness enters and escapes me like Lonan’s troubled pulse, skips; abrupt, then fluid. Perennial, it is, like him, mercurial, like me, unsteady. Even when I move from my spot next to him on the bed, to my desk chair overlooking the night, it sprouts through my foggy mind in intervals. Bramble, it is, unwanted, yet thriving.

Dunno what’s going on there exactly, ha. (strange, it is, Rachel needs to stop)

Dis excerpt has so many clarity issues I don’t even know what I meant but:

The windowsill is cold to the touch. Frosted in white paint, chipped at the edges. The house around me hums, crackles like wood. It is life in structure, but death in standing. A house I can’t call home, not since he died, not since she left, but one that has yet to fall. I’ve cracked the window to keep myself awake, let the cool spring air melt through the filter my father screwed in when I was eight. Perhaps, if this house were Lonan, personified, it would neither stand, nor welcome.

AND YES, the recurring use of perhaps is also a thing in this chapter, I dunno what I’m doing, ha.

Prime example of the perhaps thing:

Worry for him, for the state his mind fiddles in. The notes it plays, and whether they’re harmonious with his intentions. To him, I’ve cared too quickly. To me, I haven’t cared quickly enough. Perhaps, it’s I who have gone mad.

I like the idea of a fiddling mind tho lol

This one is longer but I have so many longer ones, I feel if I put them all in the month’s writing update I’ll be giving you a textbook so:

Never, never will there be a point in my life where I’ll once forgive myself for the damage I’ve incurred, invisible or not. The hole where the innocence of our friendship was won’t widen, nor will it stitch itself back together until it eventually disappears. Perhaps, he’ll forgive me when the time comes. Perhaps, Foster might too.

Not blue like Lonan, like the river’s disguise. Not gentle like the current’s breeze smearing my cheeks. Not safe. Not loved. Not warm, or diligent, or florid. Missed, and worried for, he is. And yet, there’s still distance there. Derision. The insistent pound of worry combatting the tartness. Foster, who I’ve loved, and hated, and trusted, and suspected. Alone. Without me, without Lonan, without support, a warm voice to tell him we’re coming, we’ll find him. Clueless.

# can she stop with the perhaps can she stop with that sentence structure

# no ahhh help

What I like about this, is how it’s supposed to express worry for someone (our boiiii Foster), and we’ve got that going for paragraphs one and two and then she just roasts him in the last line like yessssss this saltttt girl yaaas.

This needs some editing (first sentence reads wordy af to me) but:

Someone’s in the kitchen, playing my mother’s old 80s hits CD—a present burned for her by my father. Not Darren, who’s still outside, fit into the crook between the doorway, and the patio. The steely guitar riff of the song shuffled by the mix resonates from between the mesh speakers of the boombox.

also lets pretend that CDs can shuffle for a second okkk

This is the paragraph I loosely edited that launched me into this writing session:

Lonan folds his hands, bruised knuckles protrude. Blue walls indoors, purple for the exterior—perhaps he’s finished in eggshell. Harrison licks his lips, fiddles with his sleeves. Red paint from chin to forehead, a touch of merlot.

I might share this again in the writing update for the month because it might make more sense with the context of another excerpt which I’m saving for that post, but tbh #where da clarity at doe

oooh unedited salt:

His words aren’t meant to hurt as much as they do, and I know that. I know he doesn’t want to sit here, with Lonan and I, silent, waiting for permission to speak like a wistful pre-adolescent. Like he must raise his hand to get in a thought. And that’s not what I mean for him to feel—trapped, and shrinking, but it’s two versus one, and he knows I’ve chosen my team.

Alrighty, so that’s going to be it for tonight! I seriously hope to be back soon guys, finally leaving this subplot behind (been writing the same stretch of like 4 days for 3 months ahhhhhh), so hopefully some new shtuff shall stir up. For now, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

--Rachel

#Writing #writerblr #doingthewritething #amwriting

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tottwritesfanfic · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @humandisasterbuckybarnes (I totally didn’t even notice at first because I’ve been away from Tumblr, sorrryyyy!)

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

OOH. Well. This actually goes back a long way! The ‘tott’ part of TottWriter is really an acronym for the title of a series of fantasy novels I started writing in my teens. (They’ve undergone a lot of revisions since then.) I picked TotTWriter as a username when I joined a forum in 2006 because it summed up how I saw myself at that time, and it just sorta...stuck. As for what the acronym actually is? Gotta wait and see.

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos).

Ohgosh. Well, I think that one’s gotta be my Digimon fic Hope’s Fire, on pretty much all fronts. It’s my oldest, longest fic, and it’s posted on both Ao3 and ff, so it’s had plenty of time to accrue attention.

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

My Ao3 icon is a picture of a pen and paper roleplaying character I rolled a few years ago. (And was drawn by @iddstar, not me, because I am Not An Artist and Vic very much is.)

After finishing this I’m dropping the rest of it beneath a readmore, because it got a teensy bit long, and I complain bitterly if these hog my own dash.)

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

You know, I feel bad talking about regular commenters, given how irregularly I actually manage to post anything these days. I feel like it’s more appropriate for me to grovel and thank those people who have stuck with me this long. (I’m particularly grateful to @ittybittymattycommittee because it has been A While. You’re wonderful.)

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

I’m...I mean, there isn’t really a particular one? I have a few which I’ve read multiple times, but I tend to read the really long fics, which make regular re-reads a bit trickier. I absolutely want to go back over fics I’ve loved and enjoyed and experience that again, but it’s tricky when they take so long, and I have so little time.

...Actually, probably my most re-read fic is a YoI one called Rumble In Detroit. It’s a goddamn masterpiece which appeals exactly to my sense of humour. (Also only 6.4k, so totally readable in one go if you’re me.)

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

I’m really bad at bookmarking. I’ll read a fic, think, “This was awesome!” and then just...forget to bookmark it and pull my hair out later wondering what the hell it was. I scroll through my history to find stuff entirely too often. I have 53 bookmarked fics, and it should be way more.

Conversely, I am very prone to hitting that subscribe button. I have ten pages of the dratted things apparently, and okay, some of those are now completed fics, but...every now and then I get an update notification and can’t remember what the actual fic was.

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

...I mean, angsty ones? I don’t really have a preferred setting tbh, although more often than not there is something fantastical about what I write. Generally with my fanfiction I try to mix things up a lot more than my original fic. I make a point of trying to do as many different types of story as I can. Statistically though, Apocalypse/Dystopia scenarios and (surprisingly!) Soulmate AUs work out as the most common though.

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

25 brave souls have signed up for my infrequent update notifications (bless all of you), and the stats page shows me as having 201 bookmarks.

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

I mean, I’m pretty sure people judge me for what I already write. I’ve got fics tagged with MCD, after all, and I’m probably straying into shipping wars with at least one of my stories. I’m plenty nervous about the reaction people will have to the end of some of my fics, but I figure...ehh. I write these stories because I love them, and I share them because someone out there is bound to find them passable.

The only thing I won’t write under this name is explicit NSFW stuff, which is because, hey, I’m hoping to get YA fiction published someday, you know? I don’t want an underage reader looking my name up (see question 1 for why they might know it) and finding something like that.

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

It’s funny, because this is something I technically am better at than I used to be in years past, but the main thing is actually sitting down and writing more regularly. Despite appearances, I’ve actually written a lot of fanfic recently (Secret Santas mostly), but I could have done more than that if I’d been able to manage my time better. Also if Life hadn’t come along to mess up my day, but, hey. Go figure.

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

I guess it’s a bit of both? I never used to set out to write ships at all, because for me, relationships are secondary to plot when writing, but they do seem to happen more than they used to. I’m a big multishipper though so I like to mix it up.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

I have 33 works on Ao3 in total. Of those...some are oneshots, 12 are in-progress multichapter fics and...um...one is a complete multichapter fic. Whoops.

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

*coughs and moves on*

For real though, I posted about this recently and it’s...including original fiction, we’re talking more than thirty, possibly over 40 by now. I very deliberately don’t keep track.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

It’s a bit of both really. Sometimes I get an idea, and it’s too fragmentary to really do anything with, so I just sorta leave it in my head to fester and ferment. If I forget it, it probably wasn’t worth saving, but if it gets to the mindworm stage I write it down in my nearest notebook at the time and expand on it a bit.

...If it’s a really fun idea, I then track down that notebook later on and copy it out onto the computer where I can actually find it again.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

Not for yeeeears! My sister and I started co-authoring a story back when we were teenagers, but we never actually finished the project. I really enjoyed collaborating though - it’s fun to combine forces and see what each person brings to the table!

16. How did you discover AO3?

I honestly cannot remember.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

Hahahahaha...no. It’s okay though, I’m not doing this for fame or attention. I just get these stories in my head and the only way to remove them is to write them out.

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

I don’t! I...honestly can’t think of a name, tbh. Names are my nemesis, why would I add more to my life?

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

WELL.

I’ve been writing stories for as long as I can remember. Probably since I was 6 or 7 (I can remember stapling paper together at school to make a “book” to write in). Probably I was doomed from the start, but the works of Tamora Pierce, Brian Jacques, Tolkien, John Wyndham and Sir Terry Pratchett are what shaped me from my teens onward. Those are the books I read which make me want to write my own.

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Look, it’s really tempting I know, but don’t share online just yet. If you’re just starting out, you really are far better off keeping your work between you and trusted friends. I always look back and marvel at how damn lucky I am not to have had regular internet access until I was 18.

You see, it meant that all my early stories - from when I was figuring out who I was as a writer, and how I wanted to write - are tucked safely away where no one can shit on them. And people do. Not everyone of course, but some, and those first few years as a writer are the most fragile.

Every author builds up a thick skin over time, because trolls are gonna troll. But it’s hard, when you work on something and do your best, and someone leaves a shitty comment about it. To my mind, the most important thing you can do as a beginner is to shield yourself from that nonsense until you’ve found your feet. There will be time yet to post your stories. Wait until you can leave it to one side for a week and come back and not despise it. (Some level of “ohgodno” is expected for your own work pretty much forever, but you should at least feel some level of pride in your work first)

...it’s hard and it’s pretty unrewarding at first, I won’t lie. But think about it like this: beginner violinists often sound awful. No one wants to hear that. But if a musician can stick it through; work past the squeaking and the cringe-worthy missed notes... What you end up with is something which can reach right into someone’s heartstrings and leave a permanent impression.

And that is every bit worth the slog.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

A bit of both! I have at the least a rough outline (sometimes a lot more than that) for almost all my stories before starting, but I generally add to and amend it as I go.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

I think maybe once? It really wasn’t too bad though, so I just left it be. I’ve been stupidly lucky with my readers and love all of you.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

I was about to say NSFW stuff, and then I remembered confession scenes, which differ from NSFW in that I actually write those sometimes, and they take approximately five hundred times longer than literally anything else, including the smut which I hate writing so bad I practically never do it. Confession scenes are freaking hard.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

TOO MANY. For real though, I have 3 secret santas, 3/4 active HQ fics, Hope’s Fire, and more which are sorta lurking in semi-activity beyond that. I have zero chill.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

...I mean it’d be great if I could finish an ongoing story, NGL.

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

Nope! I try to stick to one during NaNo, but outside that life just sorta gets in the way too often.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

I mean, the answer is yes either way, but I tend to distinguish the various phases of my writing? age 6-12 was half-arsed writing. Just sorta jotting down stories and not really thinking too much about them. From 13-16 I was so preoccupied with writing and finishing my novel that I didn’t leave room for such trifles as quality control. 16-24/5 was slow but steady improvements.

At 25 I realised hot damn, I have a lot to learn, and that is the point at which I consider that I started getting better for real.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

You know, it sorta depends? Assuming we’re talking fanfic only (or, sorry, but my novel beats them all), I actually...really like the Trinacrifom series?

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

It was for a telephone prompt, it’s less than 600 words, nope, I’m not sharing it XD

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

I mean I’d like to say something like “getting paid for it”, but we all know I’m still gonna be here writing fanfic instead of my original work.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

For me it’s actually the ideas! I keep getting them pop into my head.

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

…Actually finishing things.

33. Why do you write?

At this point, writing is a little like breathing for me. It’s my identity. It’s who I am. I have so many ideas in my head and the only way to get them out is to write them, so I do. I hope that people enjoy them, certainly, and I want to think my words have an effect of some kind, but ultimately storytelling is hardwired into me and I don’t know how to stop.

Oh! Tagging. Right, after that textwall how about I pass the buck to someone else, hehe. @draculasstrawhat, @lethesomething, @iddstar and @quinnlocke as well as anyone else...if you wanna, you know? (No one’s obligated tho)

#ask memes #holy shit this got long #I waffle a lot I know #long post

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miru-p · 7 years ago

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MIRU PLS I'M THIRSTY FOR MORE KARINA HEADCANONS I LOVE HER SO MUCH...Can I have her relationships with the other crusaders and Esther and Hana?? (Don't forget Avdol ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) Take your time responding, I know it's a lot aslkdfjslkdjfasklgjakl ILU

Asdsajkdbaskdbka Maryyy I’m so happy you love my daughter that much TvT

Thanks for the ask!! ❤️ Under read more cos looong. I hope you enjoy it!! (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

Karina and Jotaro

Karina doesn’t have actually a very good relationship at first with him. Also, being called noisy b!tch from time to time doesn’t help.

Joseph and Esther would scold him for that. And even Karina tries once to scare him with a little of Hamon, but Star Platinum was faster than her lol.

Still, they both know about the strengths of the other and respect that. Also, she started to respect him more after the events with The Lovers, when she saw that he actually cares about his family.

During the events of DiU, since both of them ‘calmed down’ a bit, their relationship was way better. Still not the best tho.

In the nobody dies AU, when Kari knew about Joseph and Caesar, she couldn’t help to say that what a pain was that this rude brat was somehow now her annoying half-cousin.

Karina and Joseph

Due to their similar characters they got along almost immediately. They’re the big babies dorks of the gang tbh.

They are always joking about a lot of things. Sometimes he jokes about how close to each other she and Avdol walk, and then she remembers him the towel incident and says that not everyone is as perv as he is.

Also, Karina usually remembers him how old he looks cos he stoped with his Hamon training.

Joseph is kind of protective with her; in canon cos he thinks he owes Caesar at least that, and in the nobody dies AU cos he knows that Caesar would kill him if something happens to her.

In the nobody dies AU, they got even closer to each other. Joseph was very happy when Karina’s and Caesar’s relationship improved, and usually likes to tease both of the tsun tsun Zeppelis at once, like when he takes photos of them when they fall asleep together.

Also, he really enjoys taking care of Kari’s and Avdol’s kids. Especially he likes to teach Nassif some tricks to scare his mother.

Karina and Avdol

Karina got attracted to him since the first time, and when knowing him more and more, she ends up falling in love.

Since he is used to Joseph, Avdol was the one who first know her actual self under her noisy and bubbly shield.

When Avdol was injured by Hol Horse, she stayed with him until she made sure that he was okay, and then she reunited with the rest of the gang in Karachi.

During that time she was taking care of him, she confessed to him. Actually, not in purpose, cos she thought he was unconscious. Also, they have their first kiss and their first time ( ◡‿◡ *)

While escaping from High Priestess, they both were diving holding hands since Karina was the only one who couldn’t communicate with the others via stand and he was worried.

During the fight against N'Doul, Karina ended up injured cos she run towards Avdol when he was attacked.

In the nobody dies AU, they got married on summer of 1989, a few weeks before Rosa was born.

Karina and Kakyoin

They actually got along well almost right away.

Karina’s nickname for him is ‘Nori’.

Usually, Karina ask him when she has some trouble with English, since both of them don’t have it as first language and it would be kind of shameful ask someone like Joseph or Esther whose first language is English.

During the fight against Death 13, since it was in a dream, that was the first and last time Karina could actually see the other’s stands sadly she won’t remember anything after waking up :’), and said that Hierophant Green was the prettiest.

In the nobody dies AU, they get along even better after the events in Egypt, with regular phone calls, especially after Kak and Hana get together.

Karina and Polnareff

They didn’t have the best first meeting ever. Karina basically stated that a spanish and a french will never be friends.

Little by little both of them learn the good qualities of the other, and to trust each other.

They still argue from time to time but mostly mutually teasing than real arguments.

After the events of SDC, Polnareff was the one who contacted Karina for telling her about Avdol’s death. He apologized to her a lot of times, but she was so shock when she heard it that she just droped the phone and started crying.

In the nobody dies AU, he is the best man at Avdol and Karina’s wedding. He was the one who cried the most at it too besides Kari’s dad lol.

Karina and Esther ( @miss-mary-grace ‘s OC)

When Karina met her, she was v nervous cos she haven’t have a friend before, so she tried to start a girly conversation with her and ended up asking about her bra size in front of everyone. *Facepalm*

The times that they share a room and Esther stays up late, Karina’d use the Koala technique aka hugging her from behind for bothering and trying to persuade her to go to bed. Rarely works tho.

Esther is usually the one who tries to stop Kari and Pol when they start bickering.

During their reunion in DiU. they both felt kind of awkward cos Esther felt guilty about Avdol’s death and Kari felt bad that Esther couldn’t have children when she can, but after talking about that, they got along as well as before.

In the nobody dies AU, she is the bridesmaid at Avdol and Karina’s wedding.

At the wedding, she was the one who realize how Karina was hiding how tired she was due to her pregnancy, so she took her to her room to rest a bit.

Karina and Hana ( @bearycafe ‘s OC)

Karina met Hana when Kakyoin, Avdol, and her were hospitalized after the fight against N’Doul.

The first time she saw her was when she was regaining consciousness, and the first thing she thought was that she was dead and was seeing an angel. She wasn’t that injured, but she’s a drama queen.

She stayed there as much as Kakyoin, so she could knew her a little more.

Hana and Kak were the first ones who knew about Karina’s pregnancy.

At Karina and Avdol’s wedding, Hana was the one who catched the bouquet. (✿◕‿◕✿)

Karina was happy to finally have a, as she claimed, normal friend, referring about that Hana can’t see stand either.

Also, Eileen and Kari’s kids became friends right away.

#reply #miss mary grace #my ocs #my friends ocs

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My (very big) Bellarke fic tbr pile

These are fics I’ve found but haven’t read yet.. Probably because I got distracted by another fic. It’s been in my drafts for a while, because that’s where I keep it so I don’t lose them.. I don’t know why I just don’t bookmark them tbh. I just find this easier.. So I thought I might as well share it.

**edit: I was about to delete the ones that I’ve already read considering that it is, you know, a tbr pile but now that’s it out there might as well just use it as a fic rec thing.. SO. Uh.. The ones I’ve already read are gonna be marked since I still use this to keep track of the fics I still have to read. And I’ve added some more fics, yay!

10 Years On The Ground by crystalkei

Abby looking back at how Clarke has grown up, how she’s never grown back to being close to her daughter, and how she pretty much tries to blame everything on that flop Bellamy and his horrible hair.

a lightning in your eyes by flonkertons

the pedal's down, my eyes are closed

"You're the one with the Masters funding." He says it like he already knows, is already using it as the whole basis of her personality. "I'm Bellamy Blake."

"Nice to meet you," she lies through her teeth.

Clarke Griffin is the newest member of the Classical History Review and Bellamy Blake is at the bottom of her list of people to befriend. Well, she's been wrong before. AU.

we raise the fire

"Tell her what we have to play this year," he says, very seriously. He bows his head like he's in prayer.

Bellamy pauses for effect (he's so fucking dramatic all the time) and Clarke adds in a drumroll in her mind. "Dodgeball."

Clarke finds out the CHR has rivals. (Timestamp to the pedal's down, my eyes are closed, but can be read as a standalone.)

Aces by winterwaters

Stack The Deck

Modern AU: When Clarke’s dad visits, she asks her friend and next-door neighbor Bellamy to pretend he’s her boyfriend to get her dad off her back. Bellamy agrees, though maybe he takes to the “pretend” part of it a little too eagerly. Inspired by episode 4x09 of The Big Bang Theory (The Boyfriend Complexity) where Penny’s dad comes to visit and she asks Leonard to pretend. Title and a couple lines of dialogue are from the ep.

Show Your Cards

Modern AU: Bellamy accompanies Clarke to her cousin's wedding as her "boyfriend." The day ends up being more eventful than either expect.

Wild Card

Clarke can't imagine waiting even one more night now that she knows Bellamy Blake returns her affection. So what if they're at a family wedding?

Winning Hand

Bellamy finally gets to take Clarke on that date - and a hell of a lot more, as their relationship progresses.

All We Know Is Distance (we're close and then we run) by LayALioness

She feels nervous, which she knows is dumb. They’re her soulmate. Whatever she decides to write, they’ll understand. They’ll probably just be happy to get something.In the end, she chooses something easy. Simple. She draws three little green stars on her opposite hand, and then holds her breath and waits.

all roads lead home by morningstar

Twenty-four-year-old heiress Clarke is hiding out at the Blake farm. For the past few years, Clarke has eluded her gold-digger stepmother who’ll do anything to gain control of her and Griffin Steel. But just when Clarke thinks she’s safe, a private investigator is hot on her trail, and her luck is about to run out in more ways than one.

Bellamy Blake is fresh out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit, arrives to claim the house his grandmother left him, and finds a strange girl living there, all hell breaks loose. He’ll try his best to get her to leave, but he’s met his match.

Alone Together by tellthemstories

Clarke shows up at Bellamy’s apartment at exactly two minutes to midnight on a Thursday.

He's not sure how she ends up staying the night — or why he doesn't turn her away, when it happens again. And again.

An Ocean Between the Waves by dropshipheroes

"I love you, but I'm not sure I want to anymore."

Bellamy comes back and nothing is the same.

Arsonist's Lullabye by marauders_groupie

Because, and it’s funny how things turn out to be that way sometimes, Clarke Griffin is thirty years old, an accomplished medical professional who was set to marry her fiancé in a month, but the only thing she can remember as a moment of pure happiness in her whole life is scorching hot Virginia summer, being seventeen and lying on the hood of a bright red Mustang, holding hands with a boy who wore the same pained expression as she did, but there were flames in his eyes.

In which Clarke's life spirals downwards and she goes back to the town of Ark, just like she did when her father died thirteen years ago, because the town and one Bellamy Blake helped then and she's hoping they can help now.

Best Laid Plans by FrisianWanderer

Plan B Stands For Bellamy Blake

Throughout their final year of college, and even after they graduated, Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake were each other's beard, their saviour in case of unwelcome advances or a bad dating emergency. And it had worked perfectly.

Until now.

Plan C Stands For Clarke Griffin

Bellamy likes Clarke, but instead of dating her, he becomes her beard.

And it sucks..

Big Damn Regency AU by queenofchildren

Call it Patience, Call it Hope

With both parents passed away and a younger sister to support, Bellamy Blake may not have drawn the easiest lot in life. But he had a plan: Rise through the ranks of the Royal Navy, find a good husband for his sister, make Lieutenant or maybe even Captain, and keep sailing and fighting until he died at sea. What he had not planned for was suddenly inheriting a title, complete with lands and fortune.

Instead of simply trying to stay alive long enough to get Octavia settled comfortably, now he had to figure out how to run an estate, bring his sister out into society while protecting her from rakes and fortune hunters, and remember his manners around one stubborn, haughty, irresistible Lady Clarke Griffin, Daughter of the Earl of Arkton – and very soon the bane of his existence.

Could never love by halves

As promised: The wedding night from Call it Patience, Call it Hope in all its smutty glory. Since I could not resist adding an extended wedding night scene but did not want to raise the rating on Call it Patience, I made it a different work. Beware: lots of feelings. So many feelings. They are very much in love, it's actually a little sickening.

You should probably have read Call it Patience, Call it Hope before this.

Bloodstains and Innocence: A Clarke Griffin Mystery by HawthorneWhisperer

Police Chief Clarke Griffin knows three things:

1) Charles Pike is dead.

2) Octavia Blake is the prime suspect.

3) Bellamy Blake a giant pain in the ass with no business being involved in a murder investigation, and yet here he is, working the case alongside her.

A hurricane is approaching the sleepy little island of Arkadia, NC as evidence begins to mount against Octavia and Clarke wrestles with her increasingly complicated relationship with Bellamy, all while trying to answer one simple question:Who killed Charles Pike?

by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel by tacosandflowers

We Are Undone by Each Other

“We hate each other.”He raised an eyebrow.

“Do we?”She sighed, “You know what I mean.

”Bellamy shook his head, his eyes on her mouth.

“I don’t know left from right when it comes to you these days, Griffin.”

Dr. Clarke Griffin is the lead biological anthropologist at L'Arche, one of the biggest upper Paleolithic archaeological sites in Europe. Every summer, she runs the excavations at L'Arche with her infuriating co-leader, lead archaeologist Dr. Bellamy Blake. They've been at each other's throats for years, and the 2015 field season looks like it's going to be one of their most combative yet, thanks to some things that changed the year before. Clarke is ready work hard for the success of the dig and ready to fight him at every turn if she must. But Bellamy is tired of fighting.

Undone: Companion Pieces

She rose from her chair and looked him up and down like she was sizing him up and deciding in her mind how much shit she would give him that summer. She propped one hand on her hip and cocked it out just so and it made him remember what a nightmare it was to have a total fox for a nemesis.

“Fine,” she said.

“It’s no secret that we dislike each other,” he started to say, but she cut him off with a low chuckle.

“That’s an understatement."

Dr. Bellamy Blake and Dr. Clarke Griffin run an archaeological site every summer, and they've been at each other's throats for years. This season, things are different. Bellamy is tired of fighting. A set of companion pieces--that has evolved into a full companion piece--to my other story, We Are Undone by Each Other, told from Bellamy's perspective.

Thirty-seven Days

She laughs, because now that she’s said it, it sounds kind of silly. “You’re the first... lover I’ve ever had in this apartment, okay?”

A smile spreads across his face. “That’s fine with me,” he says.

“It’s not that I haven’t had people in my life,” she continues, and his smile vanishes. She chuckles indulgently at him and slides her hand down to interlace her fingers with his. “Don’t be jealous, you know you’re the only one for me now.”

aka: Clarke has Bellamy over to her apartment for the first time and things get real. A response to some reader requests / an epilogue to We Are Undone by Each Other / Undone: Companion Pieces, at least one of which you should probably read first if you want this to make any sense.

Future Tense

"You're right,” Clarke says, and it doesn’t sound like she enjoys admitting it. “I haven't been in a relationship with anyone in a while. But I am now." She pulls her hand away to gesture towards him. "Let's try this again. This is Bellamy. He's my boyfriend. It's serious."

Abby's eyes fly to Bellamy, appraisingly. Great. These expectations are going to be really fun to live up to.

Clarke and Bellamy go back to her hometown so she can give a speech at the opening reception for Wells Jaha Hall, and Bellamy finally meets Abby Griffin. A continuation of the "We are Undone by Each Other" universe.

coastal waters by saem

They reach the ocean two years after they come back to Earth.

Some of the kids decide to stay with their parents, of course. But many of the Camp Jaha residents choose to come with them to the sea. All in all, when they arrive at the coast, the procession is 126 people strong.

Clarke stands on the weathered highway, the weight of the pack on her shoulders suddenly lighter, so much so that she might float away. There’s a beach in front of the road, and beyond that, the ocean is an immense wall of blue.

(Clarke used to live in space, but somehow the ocean looks bigger than the cosmos ever did.)

Dawn by ihidemycrazy

When the snobbish Clarke Griffin moves in upstairs, Bellamy's pretty sure they aren't going to be friends. But with Octavia and Lincoln spending more and more time together, it looks like Bellamy and Clarke might just have to learn how to get along.

Aka the Bellarke Pride and Prejudice AU that no one asked for!

face it, tiger by hai_mae*

All Monty and Jasper have ever wanted was to become famous comic book writers. They have the talent, but they just can't manage to come up with any ideas that... well. Don't suck. But then they stumble across Coffee Grounders, where all the baristas and regulars are ridiculously, painfully attractive-- especially Clarke and Bellamy, who spend as much time staring wistfully at each other as they do screaming about who makes a better cappuccino. And Monty and Jasper should probably ask their permission before they use them as characters in their new webcomic, but hey. They figure it won't be a big deal.

(It becomes a big deal.)

In which Monty becomes one of the creators of the year's best new webcomic, drinks a lot of chai tea lattes, and falls hopelessly, pathetically in love with that one sullen barista who always wears a beanie.

Five Years by joeyjwitter

The three times the five years age difference between Bellamy and Clarke changes things and the one time it doesn't.

Hope You Raise Your Cup (When That Sun Goes Down) by jollyrogerjayhawk

Bellamy and Clarke have been together since the Day Trip. Now they are finally reuniting and moving forward in multiple ways after Mount Weather. OneYearofThe100 Fic Week Collection.

I Have Never Known Colour (like this morning reveals to me) by Pammcasso

The World is Brighter Than The Sun Now That You’re Here

The World is Brighter than The Sun Now That You’re Here (though your eyes will need some time to adjust)

As a child, Clarke liked to refer to someone's colour-match as their soulmate. For months she would talk loudly about how she couldn't wait to meet them... But that was a long time ago. Reality is more complicated.

Colour sure is pretty though.

Black or White or Vivid Colour (after a while it all runs together)

Continuation of World is Brighter Than the Sun 'verse, where the world is in black and white until you're in proximity to your soulmate. In the aftermath of the destruction of the Mountain, Arkadia is trying to find its feet, political tension simmers in Polis, and colour-matches remain more trouble than they're worth.Meanwhile, some witch called Alie claims to have a cure for colour blindness.

I held you like it was nothing (it was something) by 9crimes

4 times Bellamy and Clarke get caught, and 1 time they don't

I Threw Stones at the Stars (but the Whole Sky Fell) by somethingofatrainwreck

Everything about them had a steady pace: a couple hundred tiny steps and then one big leap, like the way the wind would blow against a door that never closed all the way, little by little until eventually it flew open all at once. Or the story of how two walking disasters gradually stumble into something beautiful.

Now with an alternate ending

In Words And Pictures by lettertoelise

It was something Clarke had never really thought much about, the stray marks of ink or paint that would appear on her body - the ones she had no recollection of putting there - the ones that took days to fade.She hadn’t made the connection until she woke one morning with a black eye and purple marks stretching across her torso, the words - Stop drawing on me - blaze across her forearm. Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.

It Was Always You by Willaphyx

Inspired by a prompt on Tumblr: "We got involved in a fight at a bar and had to spend the night sharing a cell AU".

Octavia and Raven take Clarke out for a bit of fun. Clarke ends up punching a random stranger in the face, only to find out the next morning (after sharing a cell with him for the night) that he's Octavia's older brother who's in town for the foreseeable future as a visiting professor at the local university.

I've Fallen Out Of Favor (I've Fallen From Grace) by alienor_woods

“So that’s it. You led an army to Mount Weather for our friends and now you’re just gonna sit back let the Council decide everything else without even hearing what they want to do?”

"I'm done deciding who lives and who dies."

[Speculative post-S2 finale fic; Canon compliant through "Bodyguard of Lies."]

Just Like the Kids in Art School Said They Would by LayALioness

Raven gives them each a raised brow in turn. “So is this going to be a thing, now?”

Clarke and Bellamy share a look. It’s unclear what thing Raven’s referencing specifically; them, giggling over inappropriate jokes about Greek myths? Drinking coffee from cereal bowls? Clarke’s ridiculous sweatshirt? It’s not really very clear.

“Definitely,” Bellamy decides with a grin, and Clarke grins back because yeah, they might be friends now.

Or, Clarke moves into a co-op, and Bellamy steals all their food.

Lines in the Sand by AshVee

The ARC has fallen. Mount Weather is behind them. Clarke is about to find out that sometimes, you have to draw a line in the sand, no matter how much you care about those on the other side.

long day by crookedqueen

bellamy + clarke as co-dependent, twenty-something roommates (or, the one in which they’re dating already but don’t know it, and bellamy only realizes he has a heart when it breaks)

Lovely, Dark, and Deep by lordmxrphy

Bellamy and Clarke grow up together in Arksmouth, a village cowering in the shadow of a wolf. The wolf is only kept at bay by monthly sacrifices of the town’s livestock on the full moon. When the wolf murders Harper, Clarke’s sister, killing for the first time in 20 years, Clarke is caught in the middle of a wolf hunt. Who can she trust when even Bellamy, her best friend and the man she’s fallen in love with, could be the wolf?

Me Without You by rebelqueen

Begins after Season 2 (we are going to pretend for a moment Season 3 never happened for a moment).

After Clarke runs off after the events at Mount Weather, Bellamy spends months looking for her. When he finally finds her, she has lost all memory of the past two years. She doesn't remember coming down to Earth, but more importantly she doesn't remember Bellamy. Will Bellamy be able to handle losing her one more time? Will he be able to get his Clarke back, or is she gone forever?

No Other Explanation by NikeCastle

“Slytherin Princess.” He mouthed with an off-kilter smile that read more like a sneer.

Being a Slytherin meant being powerful, being ambitious, holding court. And that’s just what Clarke did with a smile just as serpentine as the rest.

“You want a Slytherin Princess?” She mouthed clearly at Bellamy half-way through the meal. “You have one.”

---

Three times Clarke Griffin denied she was falling in love with a Gryffindor, and one time where she accepted that she’d already fallen.

patient heart by glowinghorizons

“Going to stick around for more than a week this time?” He asks, his tone biting, and she winces.

“Bellamy--”

“O said you were alone. Gonna be hard for you to fix up that house without your Mom’s money.”

Clarke feels his words like a physical blow. Normally she would snap right back at him, accuse him of being a townie like she would have if she were still sixteen, but her wounds are too fresh, her heart too broken. She forces a smile. “Good to know you haven’t changed a bit, Bellamy. Still an asshole.”

His eyes flash. “That’s rich, coming from you.” She sees hurt there in his eyes, buried under ten years of distance between them, and she looks away.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I’m going to go.”

“Running away was always your specialty.” His words just barely reach her as she walks away, and she heads down the street quickly, before she feels the first tear fall.

OR;

Clarke spends summers in Arkadia in the beach house down the street from the Blakes. It's been 10 years since she left without a word.

Pistols at Dawn by queenofchildren

Bellamy Blake's political star is on the rise, until his opponents throw some dirt that sticks. So he calls in an expert: Clarke Griffin, professional crisis manager, has helped many a powerful person weather outrageous scandals with her team.

But Clarke has no idea that saving Bellamy Blake will unearth secrets that should have stayed buried – and change both their lives forever.

Poisoned Crown by FelicisQuill2

“Fine," he breathes out. "I want you. But I shouldn't, and you don't feel . . . we're . . . Damn it! I told you to come home with me, Clarke. What did you think that meant?" He throws it out into the space between us that’s lit only by hazy yellow emergency floor lights.

I’m pretty sure I stop breathing.

He takes a few steps closer to the rover.

“I know," I nod softly. "I'm sorry. But I'm not going to leave you, ever again. I swear to you. I promise," I say firmly. "If you want me, I’m right here."

“The price is too high. We don't even know if we're going to live. But I want you to have the best chance to survive. You need to get on a lifeboat and let me go, Clarke.”

~~~~~~

The Council decides to relocate the Sky People to a safe zone. But there aren't enough lifeboats for everyone. Bellamy convinces himself he doesn't deserve to start a new life after everything he's done. Clarke refuses to leave without him.

Pour Me Another by Shippershape

“Isn’t your job to get me drunk, not to sober me up?”

“My job is to take care of customers,” he replies dryly. “Besides, I’m legally responsible for making sure you don’t get wasted here and go wreak havoc in the streets.”

Clarke has a bad day, and tells her bartender all about it. She assumes she'll never have to see him again, but you know what they say about assumptions. Some of the tags refer to later chapters.

run off in the night by SmoakScreen (midwestwind)

i don't wanna live like this. (i don't wanna die.)

When Clarke packed up in the middle of the night and took off in her dad’s SUV, she wasn’t really sure what she was trying to find but the hitchhikers - a friendly outspoken girl and her mildly unnerving brother - she picks up certainly weren’t it.

know that i've been wicked. (the road to hell is wide.)

Bellamy just wanted to move across the country with his sister, okay? He didn't ask for all of this drama Clarke Griffin brings to the table.Except he kind of likes it.A sequel to i don't wanna live like this. (i don't wanna die.) from Bellamy's point of view.

Say You'll Remember Me by Willaphyx

Clarke wasn't expecting to find romance on her family's annual summer escape to Kennebunkport, Maine. But then, she also wasn't expecting Bellamy Blake.

Or a summer romance AU loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's Wildest Dreams.

Show Me What I'm Looking For by bitscrawford

The surviving delinquents are sitting around the dropship, knees pulled to their chests, heads buried between their knees. Clarke can’t blame them for looking so weary, really. They’re too young to have just fought a battle, too young to know war so personally, too young to live with the fact that they just finished incinerating hundreds of grounders, hundreds of people.

Death is everywhere on the ground; it’s unavoidable. It’s remarkable that so many of them had survived for this long.

Canon compliant through Season 1, but Monty never went missing, the Mountain Men never showed up, and the Ark never came down.

Sing the Rage of Peleus' Son Achilles by viansian

"I have spent my entire life afraid of men thought to be gods," he finally says. "I'll tell you a secret, princess: these men? The ones who claim to be deities? Their blood isn't ichor. They bleed red like the rest of us, and sometimes they need to be reminded of that."

Slow It Down by monroeslittle

It was strong, making her eyes water, and that was when she noticed that she’d drawn attention from a guy three stools down. “It tastes like gasoline with vague cranberry essence,” she explained, and his lips quirked up in amusement. “I’m Clarke,” she added.

"Bellamy," he said.

modern AU, a one-night stands results in a little surprise.

Something To Hold Onto by crystalkei

A 100 Big Bang fic!Clarke has been walking for three days trying to come to terms with her decisions and how to live with the person she’s become after everything that’s happened in Mount Weather. Bellamy finds her and offers a field trip if she wants in. Travel 250 miles to where another section of the Ark fell to collect a part Raven needs.

“Should take, what, a week to walk that far? If we don’t have any problems?” she asked and she watched Bellamy as he tried not to smile. He knew he had her.

Just pretend it’s a two week long Day Trip! With a found polaroid camera, an old man who swears a lot, a sexy library, and a good old fashion kidnapping by fanatics!

Suddenly I Sea by adventursplorer

On the Island of Terra, Clarke has gotten as job at the ARK Labs as a Marine Biologist. She's decidedly moved there away from her mother who she can't stand, to then months later meet Bellamy Blake the new Environmental Scientist.

He comes a few months after she has, uncovering her darkest memories and secrets in only days of knowing her. Clarke wonders how she trusts this guy so much with such little time from them meeting, but yet she still tells him.

Take Me By The Hand by HawthorneWhisperer

When Clarke Griffin summoned you, you answered. Bellamy's previous employment at Griffin Industries had been marked by constant, unceasing arguments with her, back when she was just a lowly division manager and he was her second-in-command, to the point where most of the staff would put money on what would cause their next blowout (Monroe once thanked him for picking a fight over a vendor, as that apparently paid her cable bill for the month). Still, they had an unmarred record of the best numbers in the entire company for three years running. If she was offering him a job, it was probably worth his while to leave work early and see what she had in mind.

“Good to see you,” Clarke said and clicked the door shut behind her. But rather than walk behind her desk she perched against it, her hands resting on either side. The sun was setting behind her and damn, he’d forgotten how pretty she was. Her hair was flowing down to her shoulders and her light blue blouse was open just one button too far. She took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. “There’s no good way to say this. I need you to marry me.”

(Bellarke Fake Marriage AU featuring the usual amounts of contrivances, angst, and smut.)

Take Some of Mine by Zovrin

The adults will not allow two teenagers to rule. A siege could turn into an assassination plot. Can Clarke and Bellamy survive it? Who wants them dead? What will happen to the 100 after Mount Weather? Follows the TV series through episode 2x09. Bellarke is the most focused relationship. I've changed the rating to mature because of chapter 12, it's basically teen before then.

Talk Nerdy To Me by jaegermighty*

"I would’ve gone to bat for you," Bellamy says, "if it’d gone the other way." (bellamy's a professor. clarke digs it. nerdy sex verse.)

Tell Me Where You've Been Lately by LayALioness

BELLAMY: Don’t freak out.

CLARKE: that sentence is always guaranteed to freak me out fyi CLARKE: why am i not freaking?

BELLAMY: I didn’t get a cat.

CLARKE: you seem to be under the impression that a pet cat is necessary for my happiness. the cat was your idea, i don’t care if you don’t get one. although i did come up with some truly awesome cat names while you were gone.

BELLAMY: I got a dog instead.

CLARKE: what.

BELLAMY: I got a dog. A puppy actually. She’s cute. What were the cat names?

CLARKE: bellamy you were supposed to get a cat.

BELLAMY: Sorry, can’t text and drive. See you in a bit!

CLARKE: bELLAMY

The 100: Down to Earth series by adventursplorer

Down to Earth

A 'The 100' story --- It's the 100 and they've just arrived down on Earth, the Princess Clarke Griffin and the rebel Bellamy Blake have to work together as leaders to try and help the 100 survive Earth and it's inhabitants. Will the leaders relationship continue to blossom, or will they tear the 100 apart?

Solid Ground

A 'The 100' story - Sequel to Down to Earth --- The ark has come down. Kane and Abby are trying to impose order to their new lives without a chancellor. Clarke is doing everything in her power to break free of the grasps of the mountain men to get outside and find Bellamy and the rest of her people. Bellamy and Jones encounter an old enemy and they all try to find a way to save the captured 100. There's only one problem, who has taken them?

The Art of Kissing by Rumaan

Monty Green's film project aims to capture first kisses. Bellamy is manipulated into signing up and Clarke is determined to prove that she is fun.

The Beat My Heart Skips by thearkdelinquents

“You just got beer all over our tent. That I have to sleep in for the next four days.” Clarke said, gesturing towards the now-wet tent and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, you could always come stay in ours.” Bellamy winked at her as Jasper snorted and clapped him on the back.

“Or you could always pull your head out of your ass and watch where you’re going,” she fired back, staring him down.

Bellamy grinned at her as he sensed the challenge. It was going to be a long four days.

The Bellarke Music Festival AU I've been wanting to write forever.

The Horizon Lies Ahead by fawna

The first time Bellamy met Clarke she had a gun in her hand and blood on her face. The first time Clarke met Bellamy he had a gun to his forehead and fear in his eyes.

Or when Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin become partners in a zombie apocalypse.

The House Guest by Shippershape

Clarke loves her best friend, so when Octavia's brother needs a place to stay, Clarke doesn't think twice about offering up her loft. It's no trouble at all, that is until Clarke realizes what a surly, arrogant prick he is. When a few days turns into a few weeks it's too late to back out, and now she finds herself stuck with an unwelcome roommate.

PART 2 (Ch. 20-27): The second half of this story deals with some darker content. Someone from Clarke's past comes back to haunt her, and neither she nor Bellamy realize that there's something more sinister standing between them and their possible reconciliation than either of them could have predicted.

The Most Dangerous Word by clarkescrusade (alindy)

"Clarke’s laughter pushed Monty forward and gave him, despite him knowing that this word was the most dangerous of them all, the littlest bit of hope."

The Odds Are Good by tacosandflowers

He looks down at her and it's kind of too much, the wine and the emotions of the day coming down on her all at once, and there's something there in the depths of his eyes that's knocking on a door she keeps shut inside. So she buries her face against his upper chest and rests her cheek against him. She can feel his breath against her hair and she can smell his clean, masculine scent and feel the texture of his clean-shaven jawline if she moves her head just so.

His arms tighten around her and she feels like this is the physical manifestation of how they make each other feel safe, the way they'd talked about the night after she'd stitched him up. The way they fit perfectly together, balancing each other as they lean into one another and just hold on through the song

.**

Clarke Griffin has whitewater in her blood, and nobody knows the river better than Bellamy Blake. She's intrigued.

The whitewater kayaking AU that nobody asked for.

The Rebel Series by adventursplorer

Rebel

My name is Clarke Griffin. I am of the Sea Clan. I am the daughter of the vice leader of my clan, Abby Griffin, who is second to our leader Diana Sydney.

Our enemy clan is the North Forest Clan (or just the Forest Clan), always wanting to steal our land to gain territory for themselves. Their absolute insane savage of a leader will not give up on trying taking our territory. His name is Thelonious Jaha and ever since the death of his son, he has not been right in the head.

His second however, is saner than he is, but still will kill someone without a second of doubt. He goes by the name Bellamy Blake.

***** I am Bellamy Blake, Second of the Forest Clan and I hate it. I hate my life, I hate my leader, and I hate my position. I have to kill people on the command of my leader, and if I don't, I lose the only thing in my life I don't hate and the only I care about. My little sister, Octavia.

Well she may not be little anymore, but she will always be my most precious gem and will always be my little sister.

I am also secretly known as the Rebel King.

The Fallen

As Dante Wallace, leader of The Ship which rotates around the Earth, takes his last few breaths, he sees an illegal dropship being launched from the dropship station. As his eyes grow heavy and his vision darkens around the edges, his dying wish is that who ever was on that ship survived and continued what he thought was the last of the human race on Earth.

Seven friends and two stowaways make their way down to Earth, crash landing just off the coast in the Pacific Ocean. They find an island, but will their new life down on Earth be as happy as they thought it would be, or did they just land in a new hell. Friendship, love and trust will be tested which could potentially have serious consequences.

Could the nine all survive the perilous drop? Could they survive each other?

The Secrets We Don’t Keep by shadowglove

...Or the one in which Clarke thinks she's kept the fact that she's pregnant (and that Bellamy is the father) a secret, but she really hasn't.

the world was born in smoke and fire (and so were we) by forgivenessishardforus

The crown rests heavy on top of his head, eight pounds of gold encrusted with emeralds and rubies and a thousand tons of responsibility and duty. He can feel its edge digging painfully into the skin of his forehead, can already sense some of his curls getting hopelessly tangled around the prongs. He forces himself to hold still, understanding the importance and uniqueness of this moment.

He is the first ever king not descended from royal blood. The first king to usurp the previous before his death, and banish him for crimes of inhumanity performed against his people. He is twenty-two years old, and the streets whisper his name.

“Bellamy Blake,” Marcus Kane, his mentor and first advisor, intones, “King of Polis, Lord of the Stars and Protector of the Earth, you may rise.”

Through the Wire (Up in Flames) by flonkertons

Clarke had planned on spending her summer break sleeping in until noon, catching up on the last season of Bakeoff, and maybe flirting with Bellamy Blake. But when Monty asks her to investigate a fire at the bakery, she and Bellamy are drawn into a plan to destroy a bakery, and if they're not careful, the two of them as well.

Thunderstorms Instead of Blood by marauders_groupie

A Bellarke car racing AU.

It goes like this:

Nothing in the world except for the two of them. Haphazardly thrown smirks, the smell of gasoline and burning rubber. A 1974 Pontiac Firebird – phoenix rising from the ashes of the asphalt. An electric blue 1969 Camaro whose electricity coils up the air, overflowing with tension.

Nothing in the world except for Bellamy and Clarke, their cars and a vast racetrack in front of them that feels like a promise of victory.

Gasoline has always tasted better than water and their hearts don’t beat – they thrum in rhythm to their engines.

That’s the way it has always been. That’s the way it always will be. Go out in a pyre of glory or don’t come at all.

To Kill A King by nighimpossible*

Bellamy is an lowborn orphan daring to dream bigger than his meager beginnings, and Clarke is a princess engaged to be married to the prince of the Jaha Kingdom. In a land where corruption and greed rule both the castle and the city streets, both Bellamy and Clarke will learn the true cost of what it takes to kill a king.

Together by winterwaters

Tumblr prompt from rashaka: Clarke is having an argument (mom? murphy? jaha?) that gets really shout-y. She's storming out when she says "And another thing!" then grabs Bellamy (standing nearby watching), kisses him hard in front of the whole room, then lets him go and barges out.

~~~~ AU after 2x08, where Jaha is chancellor again on Earth.

Unlikely Alliance by rebelqueen

Clarke starts her first year of college at her mom's Alma Mater, where she is accepted as a legacy into Zeta Beta Theta. The only thing driving her more insane than the copious amounts of glitter and smiling is the president of Omega Kappa Phi, Bellamy Blake.

when the first bombs fell we were already bored by kindclaws

Rangers Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha are drift-compatible but refuse to pilot together. When Kane pressures them to find a solution, Raven Reyes and Bellamy Blake step up to the challenge. The months that follow are a whirlwind of Kaiju, media speculation, and quiet moments between battles that let unexpected partnerships grow. In the aftermath of the apocalypse, everyone wonders who piloted the very last Jaeger. The ones who know, aren’t telling.

(Literally a mixed media fic. Don't try reading it on mobile I'm pretty sure it'll crash and burn.)

when lightning strikes marble by kindclaws

All the best stories in Bellamy's childhood began late into the night, by the orange glow of a dying candle as his mother finally put her sewing away and pulled him and Octavia close, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper as she would say 'Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom just like our Arkadia...

'He never imagined he'd be living one of those legends, fraught with danger and magic, the prophesies of spectres, heartbroken dragons, and a certain blonde sorcereress with a knack for getting under his skin.

Where The Lines Overlap by goldenheadfreckledheart

Anon prompt: Modern day college AU where things got mixed up and Clarke and Bellamy get set as roommates. They hate each other at first, but kind of grow on each other.

You Are The Girl That I’ve Been Dreaming Of by wafflesofdoom

bellamy blake had one golden rule - don't fall in love (and never make a girl breakfast). then, he gets accidentally gets elected student council president alongside clarke griffin (long story), and they sort of maybe become friends, and his entire world gets shaken up.he was in trouble, and she was the cause of it all. though, her doucheface of a boyfriend didn't exactly help matters, either.

you better listen to the cat by MercuryM

“How exactly did you two get to know each other again?”

“Tinder.” Wells didn’t look all that satisfied and Bellamy elaborated. “My uh, cat, swiped right on Clarke’s profile and well, the rest is history.”

“What?” Clarke turned around to face him and Bellamy was pinned under her narrowed gaze. “You didn’t tell me about that.”

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Oh hey, my cat was playing around with my phone and she got us matched, but no worries, I think she has good taste.’”

You’re a princess and I’m your lionheart by Pepperish

Prompt: Bellarke Hogwarts!AU

It was hate at first sight.

She was an impressionable eleven-year old girl – filled with the appropriate barely-contained excitement and bubbling joy that comes with being a first year – who had just been told Gryffindors are evil. Ok, maybe she was told they were “self-entitled pricks with a fucking hero-in-shiny-armour complex”, but, as smart as Clarke was, she was not sure she got the proper meaning of it.

Of course, Clarke didn’t quite believe it at first – how could a whole house be evil? An esteemed Hogwarts house no less? Her father’s house -, but maybe now she was starting to understand.

The realization hit her in the form of Bellamy Blake.

(Or Bellamy and Clarke meet in Hogwarts and end up leading the resistance against Lord Wallace together. The hundredth Hogwarts!AU no one asked for)

You're My Joy, Always Remember Me by takemehome21

Clarke goes to Dublin to propose to her boyfriend on Leap Day. When her plan gets a bit off track the last person she expects to run into is Bellamy, her childhood best friend, whom she hasn’t spoken to in six years. And she definitely doesn’t count on him offering to take her to Dublin.

Leap Year AU

I’ve already read these but I wanted all of you to suffer as I have suffered:

Where's My Love series by insideimfeelindirty and These Words Are My Own by dirtytrix

*needs an ao3 account

#the 100 #bellarke #fanfiction #bellarke fics #fic rec #of sorts #tbr pile #long post #like #seriously #it got so long #how did i not notice #all the fics are complete #the individual ones anyway #some of the series are unfinished

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