#before everything happened fic

[ist4rgirlo]

─── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜𝐟 : 𝐈

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. Protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Next | Conrad Fisher x fem!reader | My blog

Warning: comparing, angst, conrad being a two timer (?), fluff, physical touch. (lmk if i missed anything!)

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I never thought that I would have this talk with Conrad. I didn’t except for any of these to happen, we were all just trying to have fun, but I realized that we’re all grown ups now, we’re not the same kids as we were back then and that’s what i hated.

“Connie? is that you?” I asked, feeling Conrad’s presence.

Conrad entered the kitchen with a gentle smile, walking towards the fridge to get a drink. “Hey, what’s up?” he turned to me — tilting his head a little bit, still smiling.

“Oh I just wanted to talk” I told him, not looking at him in the eyes.

“Oh okay, what are we gonna talk about?” Conrad walked towards me and sat beside me — pulling his seat closer to mine.

I turned to my side so I can talk to him clearly, “It’s about us, about you and Belly” I looked at him, his gentle smile now faltering, his brows started to furrow. The room now filled with silence and the only thing I can hear was my own heart beating fast.

“What about me and Belly?” Conrad looked into my eyes trying to search for something — trying to see what I really meant.

“You… you know you need to make up your mind soon, right Conrad?” I looked down at my fingers and started to play with my rings, I didn’t want to look at him, I couldn’t look at him.

“Make up my mind about what? you are confusing me Y/N” Conrad pulled me closer to him.

Conrad knew what I was talking about, he just didn’t want to talk about it or acknowledge it because he never wanted this to happen, he never wanted to like both of his bestfriends.

“I know that you are starting to like Belly” I backed away from him — not wanting to hurt myself more.

“What are you talking about? I am close with Belly but..” Conrad was trying to find words, he knew he can’t deny it because it was true, he can’t lie to to me, he know’s he can’t.

I looked at him and took his hand as a sign of reassurance “You don’t have to lie to me you know?” it’ll just hurt me more if he did, he knows it would.

Conrad looked into my eyes — his brows still furrowed — he swallowed hard and said “I do.. I do like Belly, but I like you too”.

I closed my eyes “You have to choose Conrad, please” I stood up and started to walk towards the window.

Conrad started walking towards me, trying to reach for my hand, “I don’t want to choose, please don’t make me choose. I can’t lose either of you, Y/N”

“You know you won’t lose me, Conrad. Belly’s my sister, I don’t want to hurt her, so please choose.” part of me hoping that he would choose me, but I know that he knew what I was implying. He knew that i’d want him to choose Belly instead.

It was always him and Belly, not me and him. at least that’s what mom said, she always liked Belly and Conrad together, but Susannah thought otherwise. Susannah knew what we had ever since we were little, she always liked me and Conrad together.

“I will think about it, okay?” Conrad said.

I nodded and walked away before I felt my tears fall down my face.

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It was the night after me and Conrad talked. I was laying down when Jeremiah knocked on my door and asked me if he can come in.

“Hey Y/N, can I come in?”

“Come in, Jere” I sat up to give him space to sit on.

“Hey pretty girl. You seem down, are you okay?” Jeremiah sat down in front of me and asked me with a gentle smile.

I smiled at him “I guess? i dont really know. there’s just a lot of things going on and it’s just exhausting for me” I plopped down and laid on my back.

“Well do you want to talk about it? yk i’ll listen” Jeremiah pushed me to the side gently so that he can lay down beside me.

Jeremiah and I have this special bond that Laurel and Susannah loves. We are each other’s rock, each other’s bestfriend. We are there for each other when no one else is.

I sighed, “I gues it’s just hard for me. there’s just a lot of things happening, Susannah getting sick, me having to choose what I want for college and now this Conrad thing”

“Oh what about Conrad huh?” he said teasingly — nudging me with his elbow.

“It’s not like that, Jere” I wish it was. I sure did wish it was like that.

“Well then what about it?” his gentle smile now faltering, he turned to his side facing me.

“Me and Conrad talked, I told him to choose between me and Belly” now it was was me turning to my side to face him.

“What? why? why would you do that?” Jeremiah sat up confused and raising his voice a little, causing me to sit up too.

I took a deep breath, “Conrad’s starting to like Belly”.

“What do you mean? he likes you Y/N, it’s so obvious that he does” he said frowning.

That’s true, i know that’s true “Well who can’t not fall inlove with Belly, she’s amazing Jere.” and that’s true as well

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Jeremiah’s voice laced with worry, he knew I was hurting, god he knows all of the emotions I am feeling right now.

“She’s my sister, Jere. I’d be way happier if Conrad chose her.”

“She’s very important to me, I am supposed to protect her not hurt her”

“But you are hurting too Y/N” Jeremiah said concerned.

“I know but i’ll get over it, as long as she is happy, as long as my siblings are happy, i’ll get over it. Even if it takes me to let go of that someone for my sister.” and that someone is Conrad.

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Me and Jeremiah talked all night long, not knowing that Conrad was outside the door listening to us the whole time.

#conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin #belly conklin #summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp conrad #tsitp steven #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp belly #tsitp imagine #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad x reader #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher fic #before everything happened fic #Spotify #abtconrad fics

[irisbaggins]

In rewatching the season, I'm noticing how clever Aabria and Brennan were in crafting Tula's story. How well thought out everything was.

Specifically, the bear. It's been mentioned so many times before, but with the context of the completed season, I cannot help but be in awe at the skilful storytelling at display here. The way in which the Blue is described to appear wrong only in reference to Tula and her heart, the way in which Tula talks about curiosity and and having experienced knowing someone who died because of it. Of how Aabria describes to Izzy how Tula looks when she heals the bear, of how Aabria specifically points out that Tula recognises the commonalities between herself and the bear. These breadcrumbs that mean little in the beginning, that tell everything at the end. It's amazing, stunning, masterful storytelling. I am in awe.

#text_loke #meta from loke #Burrow's End #Burrow's End Spoilers #Aabria Iyengar #Brennan Lee Mulligan #i am forever in awe tbh #also the way i gasped at several of brennan and aabria's lines this episode #i'll need to pull some quotes from that whenever i get on my computer #and i desperately need to write a fic about everything that happened from Tula's perspective #but that would be AFTER i finally manage to finish the little beast i'm working on about that Last Fight from Tula's pov #'cos BOY i have a feeling i will write a lot. just 600 words on the intro before 'kill them all'. so y'know. a wordy little thing... #anyway. i love burrow's end so much. i cannot stop thinking about it #Dimension 20 Spoilers #D20 Spoilers

[peachcitt]

text from thirteen by @anna-scribbles

art by me :)

read thirteen read thirteen it’s everything read thirteen read thirteen read thirteen read thirteen<3 happy thirteen day. have you read thirteen yet. read it again if you have. prepare for your life to be changed if you haven’t.

#thirteen #anna #my art #ml art #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fic #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #emilie agreste #something happened to me last night prior to last night i only had backgrounds because i was really doing everything for them #and then i was like oh fuck i need to kick my ass in gear . thirteen day is tomorrow #and then i proceeded to stay up until FIVE IN THE MORNING adding the characters details and the words #it’s been a while since ive done that. of course anna would be the cause #anyway i am so insane about thirteen. every panel color and detail of this comic holds significance not just to me but also to how i view #this fic. so if you’re wondering if a color means something or if a background detail feels out of place. that’s because im insane and #and it all DOES mean something #anyway. im in a rush i have work in an hour and a half and i have to look after my old band director’s dogs before i go

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

my brain likes to bounce between aus and lately the lottery is landing back on lights out. im having many thoughts and uhhhh am i changing some things Again? yeah

#well. perhaps not change so much as Add #and those additions tweak certain things methinks #im more confident in this au now that i Know its pretty canon divergent i think #i can get a little more funky with it #before i wasnt sure how aligned it was so i was hesitant to actually do anything with it #but now! now! i know #i can craft the main body of the 'plot' instead of defaulting to the aftermath #im changing around what happens when and If it happens at all #frank still bites it tho. he needs to. shhhh go to sleep frankie its ok you'll be fine #more confident in what to do with wally and where events go and just yeah everything in general #absolutely unprompted #might actually be able to whip up a concrete outline for that possible fic! #im also changing the aftermath so fucking much and im having Fun with it #new troubles for everyone! more distress in new ways for them! #and transformative experiences for certain others!

[waitineedaname]

it's very funny when you're trying to write something about supporting characters and the main character keeps butting their way into the story. like what the hell are you doing here, this isn't about you

#im starting the chengqing thing rn and I swear this is going to be mostly focused on jc and wq #but i just started writing and everything that's coming out is yunmeng bros #??? wwx what are you doing here. get out. #i know everything else is about you but this isn't #i guess i need to deal with him and his impending Public Incident before i can get to the real meat of this fic #this happened to me a lot when writing fma fics too #like i'd blink and then suddenly edward elric was there. what. who let you in.

[lil-vibes]

hc that chuuya doesn't get sick often, but when be DOES, it hits him like a train. he'll sustain fevers that should send his body into shock for days at a time. his skin becomes so, so sensitive that he will not tolerate anything touching it that isn't the three (3) very specific blankets that he bought for this specifically or dazai's hands (but only his hands)

he's so sensitive that touching dazai's bandages will make him retch but then again if his scars rubb a little too much onto chuuya's skin, he'll want to claw it off (chuuya feels very guilty abt this btw). once dazai realized what the issue was he blew like,,,, half of his monthly salary to have arm covers custom made with the same material as those blankets so he can touch chuuya without causing the other unnecessary pain next time he gets sicks

#sick fics are so beloved to me #chuuya; delirious with 42° fever: #dazai; stressed: okay okay this is fine everything is gonna be FINE - #hes sitting there. debating if he can call yosano and reasonably explain what exactly hes doing in a pm executive's home #also hc that post coruption chuuya loves to be touched by dazai and so he goes with that and then almost hears his own heart break when #chuuya pulls away violently from dazais touch bc it has NEVER happened before #anyways yeah #the og draft had like. 4 correctly spelled words bc i worte it when i had a fever myself #i also have like 2k ish words writen for this #bsd #skk #chuuya my love #dazai #personal hc #my hcs #soft skk #writing prompt #fic idea #might come back to this

[mishapen-dear]

genuine question but is there any fandom where a character is well written by the majority. im thinking about fandom culture and the spread of frustration when people dont write characters well but. honestly in all the fandoms ive been in there's only like, a Select number of authors who i trust to write Well, let alone write Well AND In Character. character analysis and writing and getting inside characters' heads are all separate skills (all of which are trained by roleplaying fyi can CONFIRM playing pretend with your friends is good for you). there's been more than once where I've disagreed with an interpretation that others agreed with, and then I turned out wrong. or i turned out right. like it doesnt matter WHO is right it just matters that differences in character analysis exist, so even if you DO write well AND write in character, your in character is still going to be someone else's out of character

there's this sort of. vibe. that to play in the sandbox you Need to be able to make a castle, and if you can't make a castle then you shouldn't bother, and it completely dismisses the idea that youre in that sandbox to PLAY in the first place. there's this Weight of disappointing someone if you can't build something that they like, but that forgets that you aren't there to build them a castle. like, be KIND. if you disagree with someone then please make an effort to do so kindly. i dont give a shit about fandom discourse but there is a reason kids get removed from sandboxes if they keep throwing sand in people's eyes. but if they don't like your misshapen sand pile, then youre not obligated to change it. even if you yourself end up hating that same sand pile later- youre not building a legacy. youre playing. and sometimes the result of that play is out of character drivel. theres a reason there are so many authors and so few who i like to consistently read and thats because everyone is Fucking Around in their hobby space. hash tag brag or whatever but i can build castles. ive built several that im v proud of. ive also dug holes in the sand for fun and then tripped on them when trying to get up. I often dug a hole and then got up and fucking- whoops, its a castle now, and i didn't realize i'd made something to be proud of until after the fact. the whole time while creating shit i was Convinced it was bullshit that didn't make sense. and then other times i was Convinced it was bullshit and then i was Right and i can look back and go. huh. ew. but it doesn't matter what the end result was, because i had fun playing in the sandbox

this wasn't meant to turn into a ramble but i have Feelings about bad art and art that's badly perceived and how public perception can screw with your head and how making art youre proud of is fucking. it's so difficult!!! it's hard!! it's really fun, which is why i try to make it, but i promise you it is Okay to not tryhard creativity. even if you CAN, it's okay not to do it all the time. or ever, even. fuck around find out have fun etc

#NOT a discourse post i am musing out loud #there's discourse goign around the dash rn or i wouldnt mention it #but the past few weeks ive seen a lot of “DONT fucking mischaracterize my guy my fuckign god” #which is one of the most frustrating pet peeve there is #but i think a lot too about little baby me #fresh on her writing journey #and how discouraged i would be if someone pointed out the mistakes id made #i made a Lot of fuckups #and i also think about this one fic where one of the characters was INCREDIBLY out of character #me today would not be able to stomach reading it #but baby me was so ENCHANTED #and it introduced to me the concept that you dont always know the reason someone does something #and it made me read even more #and because of that i eventually found Expert Skill level fics #which introduced me to MANY little tricks and fidgets ive tried to implement #there were so so many reviews on that fic that called it shit or complained about the bad characterization #but a decade later i still think about it #there were several very corny mine/craft horror fics i read #which back in the day would be called cringe #and those were what inspired me to write my first horror fic and now im Enchanted by the whole genre #theres a lot of stuff i dont like to read but i like that other people are enjoying themselves #i dont know how to be succinct i hope my point is coming across well #this ties into my thing where fiction is for you first others later #here are my credentials: bb/h fan since before the elections (hi i was the guy who noticed his lack of armour post elections) #and a cross-fandom comment trend of people going 'woa i can see this happening in canon' #im not talking out my ass i genuinely think its more important to have fun than to write accurate characterization #which. is a more 'duh' and clarifying thing than everything else ive written #but ah well c'est la vie #also also just realized this could be interpreted like that- NOT an attack on people who complain about mischaracterization either lmao #i do that too w friends. this is to reassure people who put pressure on themselves to create things Well all the time

[lover-of-mine]

Buck breakdown fic :3

-@try-set-me-on-fire

Okay, that one is me trying my hand at diving into Buck's head, as far as I can go. The general concept is Eddie and Chris are caught in a really bad pileup, the 118 is actually one of the houses that responds to it, and Buck doesn't know how to handle the situation, triggering all sorts of stuff. I wanted to play with Buck getting triggered by someone else being in danger and it's easier for me to direct these feelings to Eddie, but if Eddie was the only one hurt, Buck would still bury it for Chris' sake, so I had to make Chris the trigger. It actually started because I kept thinking about Buck in the hospital waiting room waiting for news and someone telling him he is Chris' emergency contact and later finding out that Eddie's advanced directive names him as responsible for Chris' and Eddie's medical decision. I have honestly cried writing most of what I have written kspskspskpaka. My goal is to have Buck screaming, crying, and throwing up, and get him back in therapy. I'm also diving into one layer of the will reveal that I think exists from Buck's side, because I think Buck resents Eddie a little bit for it, because Eddie is forcing Buck to be okay with the idea of him dying, and I have this scene where Buck's yelling at Eddie about it that's the thing that keeps me going, I am writing this fic to reach that scene lol. I'm going back and forth with how badly injured Chris is in this because Eddie is in bad shape, so realistically Chris would also be quite hurt, but I feel so bad hurting him, I keep changing his injuries kspskaakap. If I can make it look half as good as the story I see in my head, this is gonna be my favorite thing I've ever done, but I write it in little bursts because it is emotionally heavy. But I do love this concept so much. Here's the last snippet I've posted. And a little bit of the fight that's actually the climax of the story but it's also the first thing I wrote because I wasn't sure if this idea was worth writing but then I got too attached kspkappakapa

"I knew how-" Eddie cuts himself with a sigh, running a hand over his face, "I thought I knew how you were going to react." "Don't, okay?" Buck shakes his head, trying to keep himself calm, but he's not sure if he actually can, "I'm not the unreasonable one here, were you ever gonna tell me about any of it? If you hadn't been shot would you even tell me about Chris at all? Or if something had happened to you, was all the warning I was gonna get a lawyer saying good luck you're a parent now? After finding out I was responsible for you too? Congratulations you get a kid and a life without him?"

#i like the idea of writing Buck mad with a reason and just fully loosing his filter #just saying everything #and thats whats happening im this scene #and eddie is really confused about the extent of bucks reaction for a while there before he gets what he's saying #its a fun one that i think its gonna be too angsty for most people #but i live for the angst so i like it kspskapakapaka #brick 💜 #i really need a tag for asks #buck breakdown fic #wip ask game

[glorious-blackout]

Milex/TLSP/AM Fic Recs 💖

I was inspired by @puzzlebeanficrecs' recent posts to share some of my all-time favourite fics in this wonderful fandom. This is by no means an exhaustive list as the sheer number of amazing works I've read by incredible writers over the past couple of years is too many to count, but here are some fics that I keep going back to time and time again 🥰

1) Somewhere Darker by @elorianna

Alex hasn't slept properly for weeks. His days are plagued with writer's block, and his nights are haunted by strange and frightening dreams. Progress on the second Puppets album has all but ground to a halt.

Miles is haunted too, by the nights that he and Alex have shared, and the boundaries that they've crossed. Now, he's caught in a game of pretence which neither one of them seems destined to win.

But all is not as it appears, and when a working break away from LA turns into a strange misadventure, Alex and Miles must each decide where their real priorities lie, and how much they're willing to risk in order to attain their hearts' desires.

Will they find a way to repair their fragmented relationship? Or will they remain trapped in a nightmare from which neither one of them can ever wake up...?

One of my favourite fics ever and I cannot recommend the sequel 'Baby, He Can Find You' highly enough if you haven't read it yet!

2) All's Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You) by @yellowloid

Asking Miles to marry him is something Alex has been wanting to do for far too long now. After months of meticulous planning, the day has finally come ‒ and yes, maybe he's a bit nervous, but he's firm in his decision, and he can't wait to just get down on one knee and pop the question. Nothing ‒ nothing ‒ is going to get in his way.

The universe begs to differ.

This entire series is so beautifully written, but this particular fic owns my heart. Such a perfect balance between angst and warm fluff.

3) under these lights you look beautiful by @alexturne

Miles got completely lost in his voice. There was a faraway quality to it, like he belonged somewhere else entirely, but somehow had decided to grace them with his presence and Miles felt blessed to be near him if even for a short while. The subtle elegance hidden in his slender figure, the mannerisms of his fingers wrapped around the corners of his notebook. His words were spoken softly, quietly, but without any hesitation or faltering.

Alex is an elusive poet, who has a way with words and Miles is a bartender, who is completely mesmerized.

The queen of beautiful, heartfelt AUs! Every story of hers is like an escape into a warm hug, but this may be her magnum opus.

4) you cannot turn away (but nice try) by @kisameanslight

Alex Turner thought he got over the love of his life, but then they run into each other again a decade later. Whether they’ll be able to let the past go or not, only time will tell.

I have such fond memories of following this story as it came out and being kept on the edge of my seat with each new update. Her Vampire AU 'c'est horrifique!' is equally incredible 💖

5) The 'Amerlie' Series by @lanatural-books

Welcome to the universe of Amerlie.

All parts intertwine and should take you on an interesting adventure.

I can't begin to pick a favourite entry in this series so I'll simply recommend the whole thing. Such an exquisitely written, cosy love story between our favourite two idiots.

6) Joie de Vivre by @gasdancer

"Two young men decamp to rural France to make an album together. It ~is like love."

Possibly the best Baby Puppets fic/series ever written (and there's a lot of competition for that title). I have such a weakness for stories set in France during the recording of TAOTU so of course this series owns my heart.

7) Last night, what we talked about... by @rock-n-roll-fantasy

... it made so much sense... This little story came into being because of three obvious prerequisites: 1. Baby Monkeys were the cutest band in the world 2. Especially Baby Alex 3. Indie bands get drunk from time to time -> Conclusion: At least once, Baby Alex must have got too tipsy to walk back to the tourbus, so his equally tipsy friends had to take care of him. Further conclusion: It must have been very adorable :)

Not Milex, but just pure Baby Monkeys sweetness distilled into one adorably written fic. I'm in love 🥰

There are so many more fics that I love and wish I could mention but I'd probably be here all day. Feel free to add your own fic recs and share your favourite works in the fandom - I'd love to hear about them 💖

#I've somehow never done a dedicated fic rec post before so this feels long overdue #with all of these writers I can highly recommend everything they've ever posted - the stories in this list just happen to be my favourites #there are also many WIPs that are currently being shared by writers I love that will likely make their way into my list of faves - #- once I finally get the chance to read them! #miles kane #alex turner #the last shadow puppets #arctic monkeys #milex #milex fic #fic recs

[divinekangaroo]

I don’t think I’m a shipper, precisely, but I do prefer writing relationships because people are mostly known through other people and POV limitations add dimensions; certainly I have a ‘I’ll read (or write) anyone/anyone if the premise is interesting and well written enough to sustain interest and belief and look at a compelling angle of one or both characters’

I also would say I don’t really have squicks. there’s a few things that are actually sexually arousing to me in text form but not many, which only very rarely overlap with my writing/reading interests; a huuuuuge range of things which are *stimulating* to write and read from a sex/identity/scenario perspective; and then there are things which are just less interesting and uncompelling — and the boundaries between all those are constantly moving too, what’s fascinating for one relationship is not for another —

…..but I tell you what, the thought of Lizzie and Arthur having sex fills me with actual mental rejection, which is fascinating in and of itself; why is *this* of all things such a gigantic ‘absolutely. not.’

#It’s not that I can’t think of scenarios where this might happen #more that it makes me feel this sensation like a snail recoiling into its shell #Just no #so many other horrors I’d write before that lol #Maybe because of how fucking awful everything would have had to have gone for them to screw with a supporting context for it #Lots of Lizzie x Arthur fic bits from when she was a sex worker but even reading those fill me with unpleasant recoil #this is fascinating as well because so very few things give me that feeling I’m. Mostly indiscriminate

[httpiastri]

don't mind me, i'm just crying listening to vienna and thinking about ollie…….

#ollie darling…. when will you realize ferrari waits for you? #this weekend still feels very surreal to me…. did that actually happen? did ollie actually drive f1 and score points?? #sorry but the song just screams ollie #'slow down you crazy child; you're so ambitious for a juvenile' him being dissatisfied with quali when he's up against literal legends #'you better cool it off before you burn it out' the pressure…… #'slow down you're doing fine; you can't be everything you want to be before your time' #i just wanna grab his shoulders and shake him like 'you're doing so well!! relax a little!! we're proud already!!!' #'you got your passion; you got your pride. but don't you know that only fools are satisfied?' #heart breaking slowly but surely…… #cant tell if i want to write a standalone fic abt him based on the song or if i just wanna include it in my jeddah chapter of perfectly fine #had a rlly bad day so i probs won't answer my asks but i'll do it soon! promise!

[ist4rgirlo]

before everything happened || c.f. chap 4

i’m thinking about posting chapter 4 today 🤔 should i post it??

#conrad fisher #tsitp #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher angst #before everything happened fic

[cloud-somersault]

No one's talking about the way Wukong put a spell of protection and light on Macaque's cape after he already gave the man a ribbon of light and warmth like

He has a mission to cover Macaque in his celestial magic and I, for one, support him in this

#constellations fic #its actually p funny the way wukong is like. testing the waters to see if Macaque is ok with his magic like #Macaque said he's gotten used to Wukong's magic and now he's like 'cool lemme put my magic in everything' #i know the ribbon happened before that conversation but still #hes so obsessed...love this for him #love how Macaque never complains either #theyre gay about it

[shegoesbyjoy]

the other side of oblivion

ya girl is back at it again with another DE fic ✌️ 4,528 words, pretty heavy angst (with an uplifting conclusion), and features a healthy sprinkling of some of my favourite quotes from the game.

this was written rather obsessively over the course of 2 days, most of which fell in the early hours of the morning because i apparently Do Not Know how to maintain a proper sleep schedule when i'm inspired to write. bit of a different format than the usual as well, which was fun to try it out!

as always, love to hear your thoughts if you read it (tysm for reading regardless 💖), share if you'd like, and hope you enjoy :)

#disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium fanfiction #disco elysium fic #harrykim #kimharry #my fic #fun fact i'd written 75% of this in third person before going back and switching everything to second bc the narrative kept demanding it!!! #the entire fic shook itself out so much more smoothly after that lol #but that makes this the first time i'm writing second person AND harry's pov which is wild #a songfic (sorta)? in the year 2023? it's more likely than you think #this is one of my fave songs actually and it's kinda rly special that it inspired fic for my fave game :') #also i'm just trying to be creative with how i write and not worry too much about it yakno #just trying different shit to see what happens and idk #maybe it works maybe it doesn't but i'm having fun

[wispscribbles]

When's the next chapter of No rest for the wicked coming up I neeeed it T-T

It's very much in the works, but life has been kicking my ass lately - promise I am making progress even if it's slow. I rly want the next chapter to be Good, but that's also slowing me down rip

Here's a sneak peak of chapter 12 to make up for the wait:

The pair had been waiting for well over an hour now, huddled close to keep warm. Soap’s head dropped with sleep more than once, but he quickly startled awake each time, despite Simon’s reassurance that it was okay if he napped. 

Oh well, if he wouldn’t sleep, then he could answer something that had weighed on the lieutenant’s mind since their bomb had been placed.

“When you told Gaz that you needed to be here to set off the explosive,” Ghost said, earning Soap’s attention. “That wasn’t actually true, was it?”

Johnny blinked in surprise. “Why? What do ye mean?”

“The tripwire, Johnny.”

“Ah.” The smaller man squirmed slightly under Ghost’s reprimanding stare. “Well, maybe we don’t need to be here to set it off, exactly, but it’s good tae have eyes on the situation, aye?”

The winning smile following the words had Simon’s stern facade melt away easily. 

“Stubborn fool.”

“Ye know I hate bein’ benched, Si,” Soap defended with a dramatic arm gesture, immediately wincing when he pulled on one of his recent wounds. Ghost rolled his eyes. “Besides, we’re small in numbers. Each one of us counts.”

“True. Even two injured and retired, not to mention mentally unstable and emotionally compromised ex-soldiers.”

“Now you’re getting it,” Soap grinned enthusiastically, clearly choosing to ignore the dry sarcasm lathering Simon’s statement. The grin only grew when Simon cracked a small smile of his own.

“Well, until backup arrives, you’re right. Each one of us-”

“Sorry, what was tha’?”

“What?”

“Ye just said somethin’ incredible, Si, I’ll need tae hear it again.” 

Ghost sighed. “I said ‘you’re right’, Johnny.”

“Ha, there it is,” Soap cheered quietly. “Could get used tae tha’.”

“Would say it more if it wasn’t so rarely true.”

“Och, shut yer puss,” Johnny chuckled, burrowing back into his spot against the warm body beside him. His nose and cheeks were pink with cold, despite working with a smaller supply of blood than usual. The battered form was more susceptible to cold after the ordeal it had been through, and Simon had accepted his role as personal heater. Usually it was the other way around.

“As I was sayin’,” Ghost continued. “I agree that we’re useful here while our numbers are so small. But if backup gets here in time, you an’ me are getting the hell out. Understood?”

“Sir, yes sir,” came the muffled reply from the face pressed against his winter jacket.

With a small hum, Simon lifted his hand to rest on the back of the other’s head. Layers of clothing separated them, preventing him from carding his fingers through the dumb mohawk like he wanted to, but he still felt the body against him relax at the contact. Maybe the stubborn Scot would finally succumb to sleep.

The winds were biting at his own bare face. It shouldn’t feel strange, not after years of civilian life without the fabric hugging his features, but it was different when he was wearing his gear. The get-up seemed incomplete without the mask. He hadn’t been lying when he told Soap that it was due to airflow; even now, his lungs were still greedily lapping up the oxygen he had so sorely missed. But it wasn’t the whole truth. 

Ghost had risen from the grave way back then. He needed Simon to be the one to do so this time.

“Hey, Si?” Soap sounded much too awake. His mind was probably as restless as Ghost’s own.

“Hm?”

“Thank ye fer findin’ me. Thought for a second-”Johnny swallowed when his voice thickened. “Really thought my last words to ye would be- would- That would’ve… I couldnae stand that.”

He didn’t need to say the words. Ghost knew all too well what he meant.

“A file. There was a sentence written in cyrillic, but- I think I know what it said.”

“What, Johnny?” 

“Hell awaits you.”

The EMP had cut off their communication then, had stolen Johnny away, leaving his final words to ring in Ghost’s head like foreboding. During his long trek through snowy forest, the sentence had played like a broken record. He had strangled that nagging fear at the back of his mind that he would never hear Johnny’s voice again; that one day, all he would remember of that Scottish lilt would be how wrong it sounded curled around those words.

In the end, Ghost would have torn apart the world in his search, if it meant that Soap could drown out his senses with that voice again. 

“I’ll always find you.”

He met Johnny’s eyes with steadfast conviction, when the man leaned back to look at him. Whatever Soap found in the dark eyes staring back had him smiling softly. 

“Aye. You will,” he said. With a teasing glint in his eye, he added: “Sap.” 

“Mm, that’s your fault. I was very cool before we met.”

“Right. Nothin’ cooler than having fifty dad jokes ready to go.”

“Worked on you, though,” Ghost winked, relishing in Soap’s fond eye roll. 

“Lucky fer ye tha' I have terrible taste.”

“Likewise. I fell for a grown man with a mohawk”

“Aye, embarrassing,” Johnny chuckled. “M’happy it didnae scare ye off.”

“Me too.” He pressed a kiss to Johnny’s forehead.

“Sap.”

#tbh its so nice to know im not the only one thinking about this fic #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod fanfiction #writers block and depression are the culprits and im angry at them bc i know everything thats gonna happen but writing it is haaard #this snippet is of the calm before the storm #its the big story climax and i want it to live up to my own standards which is tough #but a big part of the next chap is done #cant tell when it will be posted tho but hopefully soon-ish #NRFTW tag #anon ask

[princesssarcastia]

hm. revenge of the sith au where after Obi-Wan cuts Anakin's legs off and lets him burn, he then picks him up off the shores of Mustafar and drags him back to the ship. So it's the road trip from hell, starring:

Obi-wan, distraught, traumatized, cursed to be the adult in the room like always but 1000% less prepared to fulfill that role than normal

Anakin aka Lord Vader, limb-less, burned to a crisp, Sith; unconscious

Padmé, heavily/recently pregnant, distraught, traumatized; unconscious

C-3PO, anxious-but-in-the-way-he's-ALWAYS-anxious

R2-D2, pissed as hell at Anakin for trying to kill Padmé, exasperated at Obi-Wan for being less useful than normal

#this wouldn't actually be a funny au #but i don't think i've ever seen someone write this exact scenario before #everyone is already dead! everything horrible has already happened! #EXCEPT we don't leave vader in sidious' clutches #star wars #fic idea