3, 20, 23 for the meta asks!
3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)
answered here!
20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
answered here!
23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?
oooh, that would be my season 1 rewrite friends to lovers 101. that was the first trobed fic i ever started writing, and even though it's still nowhere near done, i do hope it comes together someday because it has a special place in my heart <3 here's a little bit:
But when he looks up from digging his notebook and textbook out of his backpack he’s surprised to find her sitting in Pierce’s seat, turned towards him with her ankles crossed and hands folded primly in her lap. She looks nervous, and his own stomach churns uneasily as he sits up. He raises a questioning eyebrow at her anyway.
“I want you to know,” she says after drawing in a deep breath, looking him in the eyes with a polite sort of determination, “That I support you guys.”
Okay, he doesn’t love where this is going. He bites his lip and plays dumb.
“You support who?” He asks her, hoping that he sounds less scared than he feels, “And… about what?”
She furrows her eyebrows a little in confusion, but keeps going.
“You know…” She shoots him a sort of knowing look, like she’s expecting him to pick up what she’s putting down, but he’s very set on not doing that.
“You and Abed,” she finally sighs. “I support you guys being…” she scoots closer to the edge of her chair and lowers her voice a bit, “...Together.”
Even though he was half-anticipating it, his stomach drops.
“I won’t lie, I was a little upset at first,” she says lightly. “I don’t know if you’d noticed, but I’ve sort of had… feelings… for you, since high school…”
Her voice grows muted as his brain struggles to form a reaction—any reaction. Her words register in the back of his mind, but they come second to his sweaty palms and racing heartbeat.
“...But as your friend, and Abed’s, I think it’s nice that you’re happy together. And also, well… I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think there might be something between me and Jeff. We spent a lot of time last night getting ready for today’s debate and there was this tension—”
“Okay, Annie,” he sits up straight and cuts her off, putting his hands out in what he hopes is a placating gesture. “That’s nice, but Abed and I aren’t together. He doesn’t— wait, Jeff?” He interrupts his defense when his brain finally processes those last few words. “Annie, gross. He’s like, old.”
Her face falls slightly, like she’s somehow just realizing this, and Troy shakes his head to himself before resuming, keeping as quiet as possible.
“Anyway. Abed and I aren’t together,” he repeats. “So there’s nothing for you to support, really.”
Annie tilts her head. “But… you bailed on Randi to sit with him at A Night Under the Stars,” she says. “You gave him your jacket.”
“How do you know I bailed on her?” Troy asks, his voice inadvertently pitching up the more nervous he gets. “What if she bailed on me?”
Annie rolls her eyes. “Like a girl would bail on you.”
Troy huffs out a sigh. The burden of being a handsome, charismatic football star rears its stupid head once again.
“We’re not together,” he says for the third time now, and he doesn’t know why his hands are feeling so clammy; he’s not even lying. “So just don’t worry about it, okay? And definitely don’t mention this to Abed. At all. Ever.”
