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[a-constant-gay-panic]

Hi I just found out about ur page I love it so much! Could I request a smut oneshot with sub!timothee chalamet and dom!fem reader, basically the first time Timmy realizes he likes to be on the sub side more, there's a lot of flirting from both ends and 🐱 eating with him on his knees or in another positing(idrc), choking and prompts 1, 6, 7,16, 18 from the smut section mixed in there. I tried to make this as detailed as possible as to help you, there is absolutely no problem if you can't/don't want to do it, I understand; sending love<3333

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gif doesn't suit the fic well, i just thought he looked good in it 😔

pairing: sub!timothée chalamet x dom!fem reader 

summary: timothée has always been the more dominant one but when he lets you take control one night, he finds himself liking it a bit too much. 

warnings: choking, marking, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), hand job, hair pulling, timothée calls reader “ma’am” once, degrading if you squint, riding, “traffic light” safeword system in use 

word count: 1.8k 

a/n: sorry this took me so long to get to anon, hope this was worth the wait tho, enjoy <3 out of all the unholy words i used today, ‘panties’ was the one i cringed at the most. why am i like this? also, i wrote this over the span of 3 bloody weeks (thanks to my laptop bombing out and me having to get a new one) so you’ll notice the reader goes through stages of being kinda sadistic to being caring. oh well.

promps: smutty 1. “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” 6. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” 7. “touch me… please…” 16. “harder…” 18. “needy little thing, aren't you?”

not proofread cause i get second hand embarrassment when i read smut which i’ve written :’)

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you gaze down at your boyfriend who is obediently kneeling in front of you as his skilled tongue laps at your cunt, desperate to please you and get something in return. you use every ounce of self restraint in you to stop yourself from throwing your head back and letting loud moans escape you. you refused to miss this, the sight was something you never wanted to forget. 

you smirk down at the desperate man, eyes greedily roaming his exposed, bare body and the marks which you placed on his pale and delicate skin. his eyes slowly drift closed and you admire the blissful look on his face for a moment before your hand gently snakes into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots, a silent indication to open his eyes. 

he either doesn't get the hint or doesn't care as he continues to eat you like a starved man.

“timothée.” you breathe into the hot room as you tug at his hair again. he doesn't react but you know what he's doing, you know he heard you. “timothée .” you say, adding more strength into your words and in your actions as you pull his head back with the fistful of hair in your hand. 

the action forces his mouth away from you and makes him open his eyes. he lets out a whimper at the sudden movement and the brief moment of pain in his scalp. the look in his eyes makes you groan; desperation, confusion, excitement, lust. all of it combined as your lover gazes up at you as if you’re the only thing which matters in his world. 

“what did i say about keeping your eyes open?” you ask, running your hand through his messy locks. “if i don’t keep them open, you won’t touch me…” he whispers, eyes becoming glossy as he becomes painfully aware of his leaking cock which sits untouched on his trembling thighs. 

“correct.” you smile at him. it’s a sickly sweet smile which makes panic rise in him, knowing you had something up your sleeve. 

“on the bed.” you stand from your place, stepping out your panties and watching in silent amusement as timothée  scrambles from his place on the ground to the sheet clad mattress (which you know you'll have to wash later). you walk to your vanity and pull the chair out, sitting on it backwards to situate yourself in front of the bed and his anxious frame. 

“i said i wouldn’t touch you, right?” you ask rhetorically. “well, guess what?” you lean your arms forward, resting them on the back of the chair, “i never said you couldn't.” you smile cheekily at him, eyes shining with glee. 

his eyes widen and you look at him in anticipation. “what are you waiting for, love? don’t you want to cum?” your words seem to snap him out of his confused state and he shyly trails his hand down to his cock, wrapping his slender fingers around the base and slowly pumping it, groaning lowly at the new found friction which he’s craved all night. 

you silently watch him, drinking in his appearance and how he whines for you to help him. a few minutes of what he considers blissful torture pass before you speak up, “are you close, hmm?” you know damn well he is and you also know damn well that he can’t finish without your help. 

“please…” his voice is hoarse and you raise a brow at him. “please? please what?” his eyes squeeze shut, “touch me… please…” 

you chuckle at his words, a simple “no” reaching his ears and making him groan in frustration and dread. you place your head on your arms as you drink in the sight of the broken man on your bed, a sadistic smile gracing your lips. 

after a few minutes of watching him writhe and squirm as his hand works himself, you decide to be kind and help him out. you quietly stand and slide off the oversized shirt which hangs limply on your otherwise bare body before making your way over to timothée. 

his eyes snap open and a loud moan escapes his parted lips when he feels your hand replace his own, milking him for all he’s worth. his hands grab at everything in his reach, your arms, waist, breasts, anything to ground himself as he feels his high approach rapidly. you enjoy every second of his orgasm as you listen to his sweet whines and pleas, words of appreciation and love spewing from him like a waterfall. 

you release your grip on him but he chases your hand with his own, bringing it back to his aching cock which twitches at the contact. you chuckle airily at his desperation but continue stroking him, watching with amazement in your eyes as he squirms under your gaze and touch, another orgasm ripping through his body.

“you gonna give me another one?” you lean closer to his ear, “gonna cum again for me?” he shakes his head wildly, burying his face in your neck as tears start to form in his eyes. “c’mon, you can give me one more, can't you? you were so desperate for it a moment ago.” he whines and you smirk when you feel him thrust up into your hand. 

“there you go, cum for me.” his breaths come out quicker and he groans at your words, wildly bucking his hips upwards, chasing the orgasm which is building embarrassingly quickly. “needy little thing, aren't you?” you tease him. “such a dirty thing… my dirty boy.” you mutter and as if on cue, he tips over the edge and cums again with a small cry of pain and pleasure. 

you give him a few moments to calm down before you straddle him, pressing your lips to his bruised ones in a reassuring kiss. he gasps into your mouth as he feels your slick entrance against him, hips involuntarily bucking upwards. “fuck…” he mutters softly. “i don’t know if i can cum again…” he mutters, head foggy. “you’re not gonna leave me high and dry, are you?” you ask playfully. he frowns and shakes his head.

“colour?” you ask. although you were desperate for release, you weren’t about to make him uncomfortable or do something he wasn’t ok with. timothée seems to be in thought for a moment before he looks at you. “green.” and as if an afterthought, “fuck me…” 

you can't hold back the smile which is plastered on your face. “what was that?” you tease him, wanting to see how far you can push him off the edge. “please, ma’am… fuck me. fuck me, use me. wanna make you cum too.” 

the lust which you feel must be quite prominent on your face as he whines softly, hands grabbing your hips in an attempt to pull you down on him but you resist, hand yanking his head back by the hair again. the angle exposes his marked up neck and you internally scream at how good his jawline looks from this provocative angle. 

you dip your head down, placing your lips near his ear, “you look good but you’d look so much better with my hand wrapped around your throat.” you murmur as you rake your nails up and down his heaving chest, a shiver escaping him as you pass lightly over his nipple.  

your smug smile turns into a smirk as you watch the wrecked man below you. you feel a sense of pride as you wrap your hand around his throat and hear the moan which escapes him. the power which you hold and feel in this moment is intoxicating and you don't think you’ll ever get enough of it. “you're mine. y'hear me? fucking mine.” you whisper before kissing him harshly and pulling back to get a better look at his face. 

timothée opens his mouth but whatever he was about to say gets stuck in his throat as you sink yourself down on his cock, a broken whine being released in place of his lost words. he throws his head back and you feel your own tilt slightly, the pleasure hitting you both as your walls clench around him. “fucking hell.” you can't stop yourself from gasping, moving your hips ever so slightly. 

you bounce up and down, the sound of lewd clapping filling the room along with your mixed moans.  “harder…” his breathy words are barely audible but you manage to pick them up and quickly obey, quickening your pace and tightening the grip on his throat to sturdy yourself. 

your eyes bore into his and he squirms even more as pain, pleasure and excitement course through his tired body. his hands paw at your breasts as his breaths come out in sharp bursts. you would’ve laughed at his sheer desperation but you aren't any better, legs quivering and mouth open in a silent moan as you feel a heat build quickly in your lower abdomen. 

his fingers clamp down on your hips, most likely giving you bruises, as his eyes shut tightly and head tilts backwards. you release your grip on his neck and lean down to attach your lips to his now exposed flesh, moving your hand up to thread through his hair instead. your free hand travels down your body before it reaches your clit and rubs fast circles on the sensitive spot, your orgasm approaching just as quickly as timothée’s. 

before you know it, a strong feeling of pleasure washes over you as you reach your high and you collapse, bitting down on timothée’s neck, forcing him over the edge with you as strings of ‘fuck’s escapes him. 

you gently kiss the area which you had previously assaulted with your teeth in an attempt to apologise. the two of you lay in each other's embrace, deep and erratic breaths being the only sound in the once noisy room. you slightly wriggle on top of him at the odd feeling of his cum dripping down your thigh. from below you, timothée groans and you feel him twitch inside you. 

you lift your head up and raise a brow at him. he blushes bashfully and avoids your gaze, “i liked it.” you laughed lightly, “good to know but which part are you referring to?” you asked, not fully expecting an answer but he doesn’t seem to mind indulging your teasing question. “you being in control… it was nice…” he blush deepens even further. 

you can't help smirking at his shy demeanour, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “so what i’m hearing is,” you place a gentle kiss on his cheek, “you wouldn't  be opposed to doing this again?” he smiles at you, “not at all.” he leans up slightly to kiss you, arms wrapping around you to bring you even closer to him if possible. 

you shiver lightly when you feel him pull out slightly and then push himself back inside you. “so needy…” you mutter between kisses. “you made me like this.” he retorts with a grin. “well then,” you start, helping his movements along, “i guess i should fix it then.” 

his eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of you overstimulating him once more. it was going to be a long night. certainly one neither of you would forget. 

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[nightgoodomens]

Ok so here are my thoughts about the other stuff that happened yesterday because there’s 60 asks in my inbox and it feels a little mean to not acknowledge them. But because there’s 60 and it would take me 3 months to answer, I’m just going to give you my thoughts after you gave me yours instead of answering each ask separately.

As usual - don’t click ‘keep reading’ if you don’t want PR and relationship talk. These are my personal takes, I’m not saying they’re correct.

GT and DT

What happened yesterday was probably the most blatant PR they could have went for and it was so obvious and over the top that instead of making me go “aww” it made me go “when is the new project?”

There is a lot of power in subtlety. It feels real, soft, loveable. That’s what real couples do. They don’t have the need to promote their relationship to gain something out of it. But starting with DT name dropping GT during interviews, then the day of BAFTAs starting with paid for articles about the wife of the host, about things that happened many years ago, just to have an excuse to write about her, and then screaming omg cameras let’s kiss right in front of them - it’s insincere. It’s a show. Things like that happen for a reason. It’s the most basic PR move.

My guesses are;

> GT wants to come back to acting or basically have some sort of project so DT used the moment to bring attention to her. Helped her start off again. Remember also The Way was released today, just one day after BAFTAs.

> Or perhaps it was basically DT thinking you know what, I want to share this special day with the wife and the husband - so he had the articles written about GT and did the kiss, and then did the sketch and met with MS in the audience - he knew articles will be written about this too.

It will be verified soon enough - if GT announces anything that will be the reason for all the promo lately. If not - my guess is the other reason.

It’s quite clever really because DT gave her general visibility and then he made a whole show with Michael in a room with some of the best directors, producers, actors, castings… Look at us and how fantastic we are together! (Give DT and MS jobs together! 😂)

Well, also, he didn’t need to choose a plus one between GT and MS, clever bastard 😂 He had both with him on such an important night for him.

We all joke about what happened yesterday and how inseparable MS and DT are but this really was DT ensuring the spotlight is on his wife and his husband that night and they’re a significant part of his night. They’re both really important to him in whatever way you choose to believe. This is the two people he wanted to share the night with.

Media knows. Have you noticed there were a few close ups of Michael and nobody else? Not even GT, and definitely not AL.

AL and MS

Uh oh are we ready for this conversation.

I watched the Red Carpet. I think there are two problems - MS has checked out a long time ago, and AL has no idea what to do with herself but she wants *fame* and to meet celebrities.

I saw MS on a red carpet with someone he actually adores. It was a striking difference. That was DT. That was MS who showed off his partner, laughed, chatted, giggled, made him feel at ease, made sure the attention was on the slightly overwhelmed and excited DT, steered him a little. His arm around him was strong. He was there for him completely.

There’s none of that with AL.

I think what makes the awkwardness even worse is that she wants to be a supermodel but she’s actually too self conscious for cameras. She doesn’t know how to pose, she’s stiff, she doesn’t know if to open her mouth or not - she doesn’t have the confidence to just smile and be herself because what she worries the most about is the final product. So every time it comes out like there’s nothing between the ears. Like a puppet.

There’s actually quite a simple comparison - DT and GT on the same day. As far as I’m aware GT finds red carpets stressful and usually avoids them - but what did DT do? He kept on talking and making her laugh so she’d relax and so they got a few good shots. But that’s people who clearly share sympathy and respect for each other.

Now the elephant in the room - AL not being in the sketch.

I’m waiting for some beautiful excuse so I won’t be surprised we will get it but my guesses are;

> The simplest one - BAFTAs said VIP only. GT probably only got the line because she’s the host’s wife and so AL had no chance just being a partner of MS.

> Cheekier one - It was David’s night and like I said before, he wanted his people in it. AL isn’t one of them. He knows she’s not really MS’s either. We know GT/AL wife thing is bullshit.

> Honestly, maybe even Michael said he doesn’t want her. This is the man who’s been showing left and right he is not happy so…

> Well, anyway, let’s say this - I think if they wanted her to be in it, she would had been in it.

I will admit - damn that was cold and I’m not surprised she’s slightly lashing out today.

But you know what, I’m happy. I’m happy that David has a video with Michael to celebrate his BAFTAs. That he didn’t need to “give in” at any point. This was his night, he slayed it, he has fantastic memories for the rest of his life.

And the reviews have been fantastic so I see a return for him in the future.

And freaking hell I hope there are tv shows and movies being written for MS/DT as we speak.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

[aspiringsophrosyne]

Jester Lavorre and Letting go.

A while ago, I wrote a post on the Mighty Nein and how that campaign had, among other accidental themes, an overarching theme of characters (player characters and NPCs alike) running from their problems and only delaying the inevitable at best and making things worse for themselves at worst as a result.

I did not include Jester in the list of characters I covered, and I think now might be a good time to delve into why:

Because Jester doesn't run from her problems, she runs to them.

For the sake of complete accuracy, this is generally the case, but not exclusively. Jester, like the rest of the Nein on the whole, has a rather pessimistic view of things and gives up on some things too soon. (Everyone, including Jester, assumed there was no way back to shore after they stole their first ship, and the rest of the Nein, except for Essek and Cad, were ready to give up before Cad's last Divine Intervention, etc.) But we see multiple times that Jester runs towards her personal problems, or what she sees as her personal missions or obligations, instead of away from them.

In fact, it could be argued that Jester hangs on long after it might've been better for her to let go.

But before that, her father. Jester pursues him every chance she gets, and when Marion reveals he's someone she knows and has met, her first instinct is to Send to him and tell him she's his daughter. She keeps doing this until he finally agrees to meet with her. And then, even after that less-than-hopeful face-to-face conversation where he finally admits she's his biological child, she still clings to the idea of hooking her parents back up again.

Travelercon is another one. It's one of Jester's main focuses after finding her father, and even with all the other things she has to deal with, she's continually worrying about getting there in time and trying to figure out what to do when she gets there. She sees it as an obligation to the Traveler (even after she finds out he was never actually a god), and she never tries to run from it or weasel (heh) out of it.

And then at Travelercon, when a vessel of the Moonweaver herself gets involved in the shenaniganary, Jester latches onto Artie and refuses to let go no matter how much Fjord begs her to do so or how much the vessel questions her loyalty in the face of Artie's selfishness. Only when he kicks her off does he spare them both a trip to the Fey Realm.

(And remember, this would've delayed their trip to Eiselcross, which would've allowed who knows what to happen before they came back; not only was there a ticking clock in the form of DeRogna and another adventuring troupe, but time moves weirdly in the Fey Realm.)

On a more positive note, Jester doesn't just refuse to give up on her goals; she also refuses to give up on people. Because of her, the Gentlemen gives up on selling his problems into slavery, eventually walks away from his criminal life altogether, and reunites with Marion like Jester wanted. Her kindness, however teasing, is a big part of why Essek turns over a new leaf. And she never gives up on either of the circus kids. No matter what terrible things their bodies are made to do, she still believes they're both in there, and not only is she proven correct, but her faith in them is rewarded both times.

Jester doesn't give up on people. And while this ties her to Artie in a way that's not entirely healthy for either of them, it does more good than harm in the long run.

This is part of what so strongly endears her to the rest of the Nein. With the arguable exceptions of Essek and Cad, the Nein have largely been written off by people who should've loved and supported them. Veth highlights this when she reveals why she chose Nott as her pseudonym. Caleb's tutelage under Trent is self-explanatory; Fjord's upbringing scarred him; Beau's dad sold her; Yasha's tribe forbade and then murdered her love; Molly was left to climb out of that shallow grave alone—all these people have been discounted. And when they meet Jester, she makes for a beautiful and powerful counterpoint.

#critical role #the mighty nein #Jester Lavorre #nott the brave #fjord stone #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #yasha nydoorin #caduceus clay #mollymauk tealeaf #essek thelyss #travis willingham #taliesin jaffe #liam o'brien #marisha ray #ashley johnson #laura bailey #matthew mercer #cr2 #cr2 spoilers #c2 #c2 spoilers #critical role campaign 2 #campaign 2 #character study #themes #character themes #tm9 #the mighty nein animated #tm9 animated

[froms8nsashes]

Crime Down 10

Read it and weep suckers!

I'm joking. I'm currently watching Gotham and have a fixation on Batman, his family, and his rogues, and all media pertaining it. I highly disliked the most current Batman movie but that's irrelevant. So my friend said, hopefully jokingly, that if I were in Gotham crime would be down 10% so I decided why not write about it yk.

Reader giving my favorite rogues (from gotham) the care and affection they so desperately needed to lead them away from the life of crime, or hopefully lead them away. I don't truly believe that love and affection will ever change a criminal but this is strictly fanfiction and yeah.

Edward Nygma

You were new to the GCPD.

They needed a medical examiner because the previous was suspended. You would have figured they would pick anyone other than a forensics student, but you were surprised.

There wasn't anything of yours to bring into the office so you figured you would get acquainted with everything. Some officers stopped by but due to the awkwardness of a barely passable conversation they'd written you off as weird and strange. Normally, newbies in the joint were all talk and left very little to the imagination but you didn't exactly like talking to them. Didn't look them in the eye, and whenever someone would stop by you started tapping your fingers either on your arm or the counter, missing your ring finger.

"What do you answer even though it never asks questions?" Ed didn't knock or say hello, he just started with a riddle. A nice, neat looking man. He was holding files. A big smile on his face.

"Huh?" You stopped tapping your fingers. Your brain switched back on from dissociation as you tried to fish for the words that were sadly muffled in your ears.

"Do you give up?"

"I didn't hear you."

"Oh." His eyes seemed to light up, the smile got brighter. "What do you answer even though it never asks questions?" He asked again.

You muttered it again to yourself.

"Is it a phone?"

"You sound unsure."

"Okay, then it is a phone."

"Final answer?"

"Yeah, a phone."

"Correct!"

That's how the conversations have started since. All because you enjoyed answering his riddles he's become a friend. You noticed that on top of the gcpd officer's treating you like a nuisance they also treated Ed like a nuisance. It wasn't really a problem until you realized that no one really stopped by the medical examiner's office other than Ed, and at first you just figured most people were busy.

You didn't hate spending time with Ed. He was kind, and mostly as passionate as you were about the things that interested him. He especially had a passion for dead things and riddles, two of your favorite things, although dead things topped the cake.

Nor did you expect to find yourself falling for him.

It actually hit you like a brick. Something that was least expected.

Once you figured it out your gaze filled with love and admiration once you'd finally realized for yourself that you really did like him very much.

So you decided to give him a riddle of his own.

"It's mine, but you can only keep it. What is it?"

He was working in the lab when you entered, it was a habit to refrain from knocking. So, when others knocked on his door he knew to put on that mask of his when talking with others that aren't you. His face lit up once he realized it was a riddle.

"Oh, this one is too easy. It's... It's..." That cute smile dropped from his face, he started to scratch as he wracked his brain.

"I'll let you think over it a bit."

"Well, it can't be a physical object because one cannot own it if it's manufactured in a factory..."

"Do you want a hint?"

"No, no, I can figure this out."

"I know you can, Ed."

Then there was a knock at the door causing both of you to look up. It was Kristin Kringle, holding some files. You knew the way Ed looked at her, but couldn't help wishing that it was different.

His posture had already changed, that mask slipped back on unnoticeably, but those puppy dog eyes were hard to hide.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No- "

"Yes! I was just asking Ed, here a riddle. You haven't quite answered yet."

"Right, right. Your riddle." Ed clicked his tongue.

"That's okay, I just came to drop these off for detective Alvarez." She chuckled awkwardly, adjusted her glasses, and then left rather quickly.

"I give up... I'm not quite sure as to what it is. I'm sorry."

"My heart."

"Uhm... Excuse me?"

"That's what the answer is."

"You uh... Are- What does this mean?"

"Ed, I like you. I figured I would tell you in a way that you would enjoy, mostly because you almost always are telling me riddles every day. I'm sorry. Should I have been straight forward?"

"I don't..."

"I'm not sure what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

"This isn't rejection, but, erm... Can we discuss this after work?"

"Of course!"

Oswald "Ozzie" Chesterfield Cobblepot

He worked in that night club across the street. Always out in the Gotham rain with an umbrella. The bigger guys would hurt him, kick him while he was down. He had this little waddle to him.

He was bloodied and bruised in the alleyway beside the bakery. You loved how quite and quaint the bakery was. The last thing you wanted to see was someone bleeding out in the rain, blood mixing with the water and running down the sidewalk.

Now, it was bad enough already that he was out here, but getting your apron bloody and dirty because you wanted to pick him up and move him inside was another story entirely. Another bad thing.

When he opened his eyes and saw a ceiling that wasn't at all like the sky of Gotham he got a little panicked and started to freak out.

When you carried in a tea tray with breakfast he stopped struggling with the blanket and fell off the bed.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on. I'm not the best at dressing wounds so I don't think you should get up!" You set the tray down and quickly helped him back into bed.

"Who... Who are you? Why'd you do this? What did you do?"

"Relax, I found you on the sleep and helped you."

"You... You helped me?"

"Yeah,"

"Oh, my friend! How I hoped someone as kind as you could find me!" He tried to leap from the bed but he was immediately holding his side and wincing.

"Hey, hey. You shouldn't just get up yet! I have to... to stitch the wound closed."

"Oh-" His smile sank.

Then Oswald wouldn't leave your side.

He was stuck to you like glue from then on. Like, he would not let you go somewhere on your own. All because you helped him when he was hurt. It was odd, but you didn't mind.

Thanks to Fish Mooney's place, not many customers came by the bakery leaving you alone to make new pastry ideas and such. So it was nice to have some company.

Of course, you taught him how to decorate pastries since you were afraid that if he tried to make them with the machine he would almost kill himself. He started off easy with simple cookie and cupcake designs.

He was always in your line of sight while you worked on your little project. It was a bird themed line of pastries, currently you were working on penguins, all kind of penguins though. There were so many types and you wanted to make each on unique. Emperor penguins were on cupcakes, Gentoo penguins were on cookies, Chinstrap were on truffles, and Adelie on brownies.

You noticed he was blankly staring at the penguins on your work bench when you looked up from the cookie you were desperately trying to get right. You'd printed out a picture and stuck it to the wall next to you. At first you thought he was just being creepy and staring at you but, no, he was staring at the penguin made out of icing.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't like penguins?" He tensed up at that. Looking back down at the cupcakes he was decorating, the frosting was a nice purple color in a large swirl.

"I can do them in another room if-"

"No, no! It's okay!" You were starting to get used to his little outbursts but it still shocked you how loud his voice could be. "You- You can keep working! I don't care!" He was shaking.

Then he avoided you after that. It was a small place so it wasn't like he had anywhere to go, especially because he didn't want to go back to Fish.

So you approached him later that night, he was sitting on the couch holding his umbrella. When the floor board creaked he had gotten up and brandished it like a weapon.

"It's just me!" You held your hands up like he was pointing a gun at you.

"Oh, you." He sounded so deflated, unenthusiastic. His demeanor changed so quickly.

"You think I'm a penguin just like the rest of them. Don't you?" You didn't say anything so he took the opportunity to speak. His voice was level and he wasn't shouting, at least no yet.

"Huh? You think I'm your flappy, flippered, defenseless friend?!"

He raised his voice but didn't move. You didn't either.

"No... I just think you're Ozzie..." You hesitated.

"You're the only one who does, well, except for my mother." It was apparent he seemed to calm down, setting his umbrella to lean against the couch.

"Do you want some tea? Maybe we could talk-"

"I really like you. So it hurt when I thought you were like the others."

"Oh, you're talking about Fish and those guys that beat you up."

"I don't want you to leave. You're so nice, and so kind unlike all the other rotten souls in Gotham. Please, I'll do anything for you to stay!"

"I'm not going anywhere, just in the kitchen to put the kettle on." He'd hugged you around your middle as he pleaded with you. You didn't think he actually was crying until now.

"I don't want to go back. I don't want to see her again. Let me stay! I can be useful!"

"Ozzie, I like you too, which is why I'm not kicking you out. I'd rather you stay here then see you get kicked and punched out there." You didn't try to move because he had a grip like a snake on your mid-section. You stood there and petted his hair softly as he sobbed into your clothes.

It wasn't a lie, you actually did really like him and didn't want to see him go back to getting hurt. You knew nothing about the crime of Gotham, mainly because your dad dealt with it all to keep you innocent and naive. He was gone now, so this was the situation you're in.

"Can- Can you make some tea?" He was sniffling and pulling away awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll make some tea and then we can talk."

"Talk about what?"

"What's going to be happening from here on out."

#the riddler #the penguin #gotham rogues #dc comics #gotham #ed nygma #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #oswald copplepot #x reader #gotham rogues x reader #penguin x reader #riddler x reader #ed nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader

[jamiesfootball]

Hiiiii i saw your doing the ask game and the Leverage au??? Ooooo I would like to know more please!!!

also I hope you’re having a nice dayyy :)

Hullo!

The leverage au is the thing I'm not writing except that I have, in fact, written a smidgen of already (see 'leverage au' in the tags below for more). The gist of it being that Ted, in an effort to save Henry, did some hinky stuff and fled the States with Beard at his side.

Once in England, they set up shop as a sort of consulting group. The kind that finds the right people and brings them together to fix problems for people who just need a little extra help. From the other side of the law.

Ted and Beard - sort of duo/split the mastermind role between them, with Beard originally doubling as tech support with code scripts he got from less-than-savory contacts

Rebecca - Grifter. Former Mrs. Manion but she assures everyone that once she's on the grift, no one will recognize her (she is correct)

Roy - the hitter. Old. He's been looking for a way out for a while, and since his niece was born he's shifted into mostly doing retrieval work

Keeley - Jewel thief, mostly, but she'll steal anything. She'll nick the wallet from your back pocket, then send you flowers and chocolate at the hospital after she's tased you and stolen your Rembrandt.

Jamie - originally brought in to act as extra muscle, and ended up being trained under Roy - though with strict supervision. Most of the team (except Keeley) were wary about whether or not he was a good fit for the team.

So my idea for the fic is that the story opens with The First Second Job, which is the original team gets together / they kill it job. From there the new talent - Keeley, Rebecca, Roy, and Jamie - make a loose agreement with Ted and Beard that they'd be okay staying on retainer for other jobs he might have lined up.

Unlike the OG Leverage team, there are a few snags along the way:

There is no big score that ends up paying for the whole team. There is a reasonable score on the first job, which lends to decent retainer that Ted can use to keep these four going along with them. Beard cautions him about using the same people every time, but ultimately goes with it.

This also leads to the awkward 'invoicing-of-clients' thing, which becomes more of an issue the longer they work together, as each of them is secretly a bleeding heart.

Jamie and Roy. Having two hitters on the team sounds good in theory, but in practice is a struggle, especially when they come from two different schools of thought. Roy is a threaten first and the last resort is that you hit them fast and you hit them accurately - you don't prolong the fight. Except Roy isn't that fast anymore. Jamie is, but Jamie....has issues. It's clear that wherever he's been practicing his craft, it's been a 'hit fast hit hard and fuck not getting hit back, just mow them down' sort of lesson.

(He learned from his dad. If that wasn't clear.)

The lack of a hacker on this team gradually becomes a bigger and bigger obstacle going forward.

Nate is this universe's Sterling, of a sort, and starts sniffing them out.

Rebecca, it turns out, does have a sort of secret agenda going, mostly involving her ex-husband Rupert.

Ted, it turns out, also has a secret agenda, mostly to do with why he left the States in the first place, and these people are essential to that part of his plan.

Keeley doesn't have a secret agenda, but she's also not really believing that this is all going to last and she's ready to bail at a moment's notice.

Roy can sense that something fishy is going on in the air. He doesn't know what, and his senses can't tell who it's coming from. He's. Really disappointed in these people.

Jamie had no agenda. He is the last to know that everyone else saw this coming : (

Now that is not to say this will be a bummer! There are lots of found family moments and bonding and people caring about each other and general seriousness! But the more I plot this out, the more the tone shifts to a more realistic-feeling world than the one OG Leverage resides in.

Right now the overarching plot would be a sort of extended version of Leverage season one, building towards the reveal that both Ted and Rebecca have conspired to create a scenario in which the team helps them achieve their goals. Then everything goes to hell in a hand basket.

Then they work as a team to get out of trouble. Together.

Even in my head this feels like it's going to be a loooooong plot. I'm already writing another loooooong thing. Which is why I tell people I'm not writing it.

Except for the parts I've written.

#leverage au #ask box is always open #wip game #ted lasso #roy kent #keeley jones #coach beard #jamie tartt #rebecca welton

[jurakan]

For some reason I cannot find a way to search through your posts, so I have no way of fact-checking this, but I would think that by now you've done at least one fun fact on the Emu War in Australia, correct? And even if you have, I'd love to read up on one of my favorite historical events of all time :D

So I don't have a search feature, as I mostly rely on tags (posts about the Emu War are in the Australia tag), and I haven't talked about the Emu War for a Fun Fact it seems! So! Today You Learned about the Emu War!

In the years after World War I, veterans in Australia were given large pieces of land so that they could become farmers. Australian government figured it had to do something with all of that land, after all. Then the Great Depression happened, and things were rough, were the government promising assistance that never came.

And then, in September of 1932, there was a historic drought in Australia. And emus? They migrate. That's a thing they do. And fleeing drought conditions, they found huge chunks of land with a butt-ton of wheat, and water for irrigation. Free food? Free drink? Well of course the emus thought it would be a great thing to just hang out in those places. All, y'know, 20,000 of them.

Twenty thousand emus what the fudge

Some of these veterans went to Minister of Defence (because Australians, like Brits, can't spell 'Defense') George Pearce, who agreed that they should deploy machine guns on these overgrown pigeons. This was a silly move, but some suspect that it was meant to cool tensions between government and soldiers, and make it look like the government cared about what happened to its veterans. Or maybe Pearce genuinely thought shooting up emus was a good idea, I don't know.

In any case, the Emu War began in October of 1932. Or rather, that's when it was sort of declared. The first "battle" was to be at the beginning of November, but it was delayed a day due to rain.

Ridiculousness ensued.

See, the first "battle" involved trying to lure the birds into an ambush, which didn't quite work because their flocks split up. The first round of fire wasn't effective, but eventually they did kill some emus. Two days later, on November 4, a flock of some one thousand emus was spotted, cornered, and fired upon--the soldiers managed to kill 12.

TWELVE.

OUT OF A THOUSAND.

Hoo boy.

The "campaign" continued for a while but ultimately led to not that many emus being killed. The press was having a field day with this, and military leaders noted that emus are surprisingly maneuverable, even when wounded. One officer even compared the emus to Zulu warriors.

On November 8, the Australian forces withdrew. However, the emu problem remained, so on November 12, Pearce approved more attacks. And in this round, it was actually effective; the soldiers managed to actually kill quite a few hundred emus, and the government considered this a success, though as you can imagine there are tons of people who have a problem with the government lending machine guns to kill wildlife, especially once news of this hit the UK, but... yeah. Despite what people say, the second phase of the Emu War was actually sort of successful?

But did anyone really win?

Anyway, they started putting up fences to keep the emus out, and in the 50's the Australian government approved more ammunition in case the farmers needed it.

Also, there's apparently an action comedy movie adaptation in the works written by John Cleese.

#Fun Fact Friday #Today You Learned #Emu War #Australia #history #war

[button-kin-games]

Development Diary: Jude's World, Part 6

Last time I shared three problems I was having with my in-development solo, tarot-based TTRPG about a plucky preteen protagonist struggling to reunite their warring parents. This month let’s talk about how I solved those problems and discovered a bunch more in the process. Because hey, that’s play testing!

The first problem I had with my previous draft was that I didn’t feel that I knew enough about my protagonist to be invested in them before I started writing their journal. I decided to expand the relationship building mechanic I’d created to flesh out their parents’ love story — a tarot spread with questions tied to each position — to instead cover the history of the whole family unit. I swapped out some of the questions about Mika and Jamie (Jude’s parents) for some about Jude’s early childhood. I still might change a couple of the questions or rephrase them, but on my next play through I felt much more at home with Jude’s perspective and personality without losing too much of the attachment that I’d previously found myself developing towards their parents’ relationship. Which is good, since the latter is something we spend the game digging into.

The second problem I had was that I didn’t feel like there was enough “structure” around the storylines I had for Jude, which were intended to balance the Traps and provide Jude with perspective and character growth. This was related to a third problem I had, which was that storylines didn’t really connect with anything else mechanically in the game. As well as being harder and less fun to engage with than the Traps they were highly skippable.

I solved both of these by switching out the four-part storyline arcs I spent so long on in my first draft (sigh) for one-liner “Changes” tied to each major arcana in the standard tarot deck. Going through a Change gives Jude boost to a new stat: Teen. Mechanically a high Teen score will make Jude’s Traps more reliably successful. Narratively I think this makes sense. In theory the more you mature the better you understand the human heart. Changes range from moving schools to having your first crush, to attending your first protest. They’re a mixture of good and bad milestones intended to create drama that is focussed on Jude, rather than drama that’s all about their parents.

I’ve completed my fourth play test now and I’m really pleased with these alterations. I feel like some magic is starting to happen. Of course now there’s a new batch of things to think about.

Problem 1: Marking Scars can get heavy fast

When Jude sets up a Trap for their parents and it fails on a roll of the dice, we mark a Scar. Narratively this means that their parents leave the situation less pleased with each other than before and Jude discovers something concerning about their relationship. This is all good and intentional, but what Jude finds out is up to the player, and it can be tempting to go heavy right away.

In my last play through Jude ended up inviting one of their parents’ exes to a party in an attempt to make the other jealous (what can I say? The cards made me do it.) This backfired spectacularly and resulted in marking a Scar. I found myself written into a corner where it made most sense for Jude to discover a history of sexual jealousy, perhaps even adultery in their parents’ relationship. This was only the second Trap of the game and, if I’d played on, I still wonder how I could’ve squared this knowledge with Jude’s continued efforts to bring these two back together. This needs a little softening.

I want to try wrapping a heart to heart with one or both of Jude’s parents into these moments. Something to provide a little closure and context from those characters’ perspectives. I think this will be a good course correct for the tone and it’s in keeping with the tropes of the teen media this game draws a lot from.

Problem 2: Every single thing is high stakes

The Traps are dramatic. They’re balanced by big Changes in Jude’s life. Where’s the episode where Jude goes to the cinema with their friends? Where are the sleep overs? Heck, where’s the never ending boredom I remember from pre-teendom? I’m thinking of adding some kind of hijinks table for some in-between diary entries to round out all the drama.

Problem 3: So. Many. Prompts.

Every mechanic in this game — the Traps, the Changes, you name it — generates at least one prompt for a diary entry. Right now the prompt generation phase and the writing phase are a bit jumbled up. The flow of play isn’t right yet and I’m conscious that there’s currently a lot to hold in one’s head between diary entries. And if I, the person most intimately familiar with the rules of this game, am feeling that then I can only imagine the tangle a new player could get into. I need some kind of system to help players hold on to Jude’s various life events until they’re ready to write about them. The good news is I love organising things. The bad news is I’m stumped for the minute about how to go about this. I don’t want to get that structure wrong and add yet more complexity, but it definitely needs… something. The clouds will part at some point, I’m sure.

So, there you have it. Things to work on for play test five. After which my ambition is to start showing the game to more people. Games can only grow so much confined inside one skull. Like trees. Or goldfish. Help me nourish a mighty koi! If you’re interested in being a play tester go ahead and contact me through any of my socials or by email at [email protected].

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #ttrpg dev #ttrpg stuff

[blue-howlite]

Alright this is going to sound weird at firts. But how about the doom breaker guys and girls (who ever you are comfortable with). Receiving a very explicit picture of their S/O while they are in a mission.

Only if you are comfortable with it of course

Dear I've written straight up smut, power dynamics and even a prey-predator (non sexual) one shot once, this is probably one of the most normal things I have on this blog. But thank you for being considerate, it's very much appreciated!

Spicy pics

Doom breaker headcanons.

Feat. Ned, Altair, Ophelia, Lucius

Warnings: implied nsfw, use of magic to make spicy self portraits, use of magic to teleport said portraits, characters being needy af, maybe ooc.

Author note: I'm sorry if you wanted a modern day scenario, I like to mess around with magic and its possible uses. The idea is that reader is a magician or sorcerer or magic-able person that can conjure images on paper and then teleport them to someone or somewhere.

Ned

When the paper scroll materialises itself in his hands, he gets really happy. You have a habit of sending him letters through your magic whenever he's away.

You didn't tell him you recently learned a spell to conjure pictures. So he when he starts opening the scroll he's surprised to see your face, but smiles softly.

Until he sees the full image.

He gets visibly flustered and averts his gaze from the paper he's holding... but looks at it again after a few seconds, unable to resist the sight.

He's putting that scroll away in a safe place, where he keeps your letters... Although maybe he should consider finding a different place, more hidden. He'll talk to you about timing once he's back.

He never gets used to it, no matter how many times you do this. Every time he gets all red in the face and with a problem to solve... Which can be a bit embarrassing if he's teaming up with someone else.

He's super touchy once he comes back to you and very much needs your attentions. The fact that he had to wait until he finished the mission makes him much weaker to your touches later.

Altair

She gets flustered of course, who would have expected to receive such a thing?

Not that she complains though.

She conjures a message that she sends back, scolding you about your indecency and lack of shame.

She does mention a punishment though... Wonder what that is about huh?

You'll have fun finding out once she's back.

Then she establishes a new rule to correct your misbehaviour: every time you send her a spicy portrait while she's on a mission, you have to recreate it when she's back. Not on paper.

Useless to say this doesn't really work to stop you.

The party is worried about her health, as of recently she always heads straight to her quarters as soon as they get back from a mission, is she that tired all the time?

You know she's not by all the energy she puts into scolding you.

Ophelia

The first time she almost tears the scroll apart. She was very surprised to receive such a provoking portrait of you.

She manages not to and puts it in a safe place, then hurries to finish the mission to get back to you. That was quite bold of you dear, once she sees you there will be consequences...

She sort of gets used to it over time, still getting flustered but managing to control her reaction.

She even tries looking indifferent (she really doesn't), especially when there are other people around.

Other people can even tell at this point that you're sending her something particular because when you do, she is very quick to deal with the mission.

She scolds you every time she comes back... But most times end with you two in bed together, with varying levels of nudity involved. You teased her after all...

Lucius

He's very worried about someone else seeing it of course so he hides he portrait the moment he sees it. What he doesn't hide is how much into it he is.

Sure the timing isn't great since he's on a mission, but he doesn't mind it at all.

He sends you back a message of appreciation for this "token of your affection".

And when he comes back he's anything but a saint, acting like he's scolding you but subtly teasing you.

Wish I could say that he tells you to not do it in the future, but he doesn't.

If anything, he encourages you, directly and indirectly, to continue with this scandalous behaviour.

#doom breaker #doom breaker x reader #Ned strier #ned strier x reader #ophelia amleth #ophelia amleth x reader #altair justina cayenne #altair justina cayenne x reader #lucius giornetti #lucius giornetti x reader #Yep they are hoes

[bugheadchemistry]

Hi !

So in the new episode, we see that Jughead might fall in love again, but to be honest we already know he cares about Betty but Betty never shows that she cares about Jug. I felt so bad for him 'cuz in this episode Betty seemed so f*cking in love with Archie 🤮

I'm so over the top of Riverdale, come on we all know Archie has no problem with cheating, he could have kissed Ronnie without Betty acting like she's super happy to see them like that(or without Betty at all)

I'd love Betty to end her relationship with Archie so that for once, she'd be the one who struggles to keep Jughead out of her goddamn mind

(I'm loosing hope 😭😭😭)

I miss Bughead so much let's pray for the next episode to be as good as the show used to be in season 1

I'm mad at myself because I had a response half-way written on my iPad but left it for a few minutes and when I returned, it had disappeared. I'm going to try my best to remember what I had originally wrote (this time, I'm on my laptop so fingers crossed I don't have to do this again).

I'm going to preface this by saying that I have not watched 6x14 in its entirety or anything from season 6 really (I giffed some BH scenes from 6x05 but I didn't really watch them.) The knowledge I have of season 6 so far has come from my dash, so it's all second-hand at best. Under the cut for length.

Betty never shows that she cares about Jug - Are you just referring to season 6? As far as I know, they haven't shown us anything from Betty's POV this season so it's hard to know what she feels about anything. That said, didn't Vale!Betty kill Vale!Archie to protect Vale!Jughead? Also, didn't Vale!Betty cry when Vale!Jughead told her he would have to sacrifice himself to correct the universe (or whatever the heck was happening at that point. Like I said, I didn't watch). The Vale stuff may not amount to much, but it did show she cares.

I felt so bad for him 'cuz in this episode Betty seemed so f*cking in love with Archie - Did she? I avoid B/A scenes like the plague. Has she told Archie she loves him, is IN love with him? At all? Even once? Ever? I don't think so. Says a lot, don't you think?

come on we all know Archie has no problem with cheating, he could have kissed Ronnie without Betty acting like she's super happy to see them like that - I actually find it HILARIOUS that Betty would encourage Archie to kiss Veronica, especially given their romantic history. Kind of shows Betty's lack of emotional investment in her relationship with him, if you ask me. Contrast that to how she was NOT AT ALL pleased when Jughead kissed Veronica back in season 2, and it's even MORE hilarious.

I'd love Betty to end her relationship with Archie - Preachin' to the choir!

so that for once, she'd be the one who struggles to keep Jughead out of her goddamn mind - That's not fair. Like I said earlier, they have not shown us Betty's POV on anything so there's no way for us to know for certain how she feels. We could guess based of context clues, but these writers have proven they write to the plot and not the characters so they have them act any old way they want without consideration to how these characters have behaved in the past. Ask any BH fan and we can all pretty much agree that Betty cheating on Jughead in the first place was so wildly out of character that she might as well have been a different person, but I digress.

I'm loosing hope - I'm sorry to hear that. I gave up on this show LONG before season 6 and wasn't planning on returning. However, this is the first time in a long time I've had even a glimmer of hope that RVD might right their wrongs. We can only wait and see.

I miss Bughead so much - Yes, the last 2 years have been beyond frustrating.

let's pray for the next episode to be as good as the show used to be in season 1 - I just want BH back and working on their shit. I couldn't care less about the rest of the show. *shrugs*

#ask replies #anonymous #bughead

[alj4890]

Don't Let the Light Go Out

Open Heart Drabble

Song inspiration: Don't Let the Light Go Out by Panic! At the Disco

A/N taken from book 2's attack and more as a "what if" to the canon storyline. I haven't written an Open Heart fic in a while, and certainly not one with this particular character as the main focus, LOL, so please forgive me if I mess this up. When I first heard the above song, for some reason, he was the first one I thought about for this situation.

Rating: G for angsty fluff

Not sure who to tag so I'm racking my brain for some OH tags I remember and a few on my perma list, LOL! @hopelessromantic1352 @openheartfanfics @krsnlove @lucy-268 @choicesficwriterscreations @moodmusicmonday @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam

Masterlist

He had to keep searching, keep thinking. There must be a way to create a cure to save her. Failure was not an option. He must ignore the dread that kept creeping up with each and every setback.

If he for a moment allowed it to seep in, then he would lose her.

Lose his light.

Nothing described her better than that. No matter what type of mood he was in, seeing her simply brightened his spirits. Even if he was in a good mood, she somehow made it even better.

But today...seeing her made him, for the first time ever, desperate.

Chris Valentine, funny and irrepressible, had a way of making it impossible to ignore her.

He knew he wasn't the only one susceptible to her charm. He eyed the others at the table who were also frantically searching for anything that could help stop the toxin from killing her. There were at least two he knew had tried to have a romantic relationship with Chris. He couldn't blame them. After all, he lost his heart to her too.

Aurora reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You look like you could use a break."

He glanced up, realizing he had been staring off into space for more than a minute.

"I'll be back." He needed to see his reason for being in this room.

Slipping quietly out of the room, he went to check on her.

He stood by the window and watched Chris tremble as she tugged a blanket up over her shoulders.

Glancing up, she flashed a weak smile when she saw him.

"Hey you." She greeted in a raspy voice. "What's a man like you doing in a place like this?"

Despite the circumstances, he found himself chuckling.

"You know me," he shrugged with a smug grin, "I heard there was someone here in need of the world's best diagnotician."

She rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Aren't I sick enough?" She tried to tease. "To have to deal with your ego right now is too much."

Their smiles dimmed.

"Chris." His voice cracked. "I will find a cure. I will administer it. And then you and I are no longer going to hide."

Her lips parted with a slight gasp. "You...you want to tell everyone? About us?"

He nodded, swallowing at the lump of emotion in his throat. For months now he'd tried to keep his true feelings from showing in front of those she lived and worked with. He knew their relationship could cause problems for her in her new position on the diagnostics team. How could he ruin something she was both excited for and brilliant at?

And she was brilliant. He marveled with how she came to correct conclusions with such little time in the field. It didn't matter that she claimed she had so many people in her life who pushed her on to being the best she could be. He knew deep down that she was just one of those lucky few born to be a doctor.

He swallowed once more as his eyes drifted along the features he had fallen for. From the moment he laid eyes upon her as she frantically worked over a person who had collapsed, he'd been struck with an instant attraction. Her pale skin that would turn a light pink when embarrassed or when she had too much to drink made him want to reach out and touch her. The red hair that glistened copper in the sunlight captured his attention. The stormy gray eyes that could see past his gloating and joking to the heart of who he truly was were something he couldn't fathom losing.

And what he truly was...he was hers.

"Tobias?" She licked her parched lips. "Listen, if you want to wait--"

He shook his head. "I only wanted to because of Ethan. I was worried his hatred of me would be directed towards you since Naveen was the one to put you on the team."

Chris became quiet as she gazed at him.

"What are you thinking about?" Tobias asked.

"How happy I am that I went to breakfast with Aurora that morning." Her lips curved. "She might have been the one to get a new job, but I got you instead."

Tobias chuckled once again. "You made eating pancakes look good. There was no way I was going to leave without your number."

Her laughter was hollow and quickly turned into a cough.

He gripped the metal pane, wishing he could go past this glass barrier and hold her.

Once she caught her breath, she turned tear filled eyes towards him.

"Dr. Carrick," her smile trembled, "I love you and believe that you can do anything you set out to do."

Unshed tears stung his eyes.

"I love you too, Dr. Valentine." His voice deepened. "Please, hold on a little longer for me Chris."

"I will." She promised. "I have a lot of plans for us if we're finally admitting what we are."

His cocky smile returning once more made her heart flutter.

"They'll have to wait." He pushed away from the window. "I've got some plans that will have to be done first."

She watched him disappear down the hallway.

Breathing a prayer, she turned on her side and did her best to hold on a little longer.

#choices open heart #oh tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #choices stories you play #play choices fanfic #choices fanfic writers creations #mood music monday #open heart fanfiction

[miraculousfanworks]

Writer Spotlight: JuliaFC!

This month, we are shining the writer spotlight on…JuliaFC!

JuliaFC has written many Miraculous fanfictions and participated in many fandom events and zines. Her stories are available on AO3, FFN, and Wattpad. We've interviewed her about hier writing, history, advice, and thoughts about the show! Her responses are located below the cut!

Graphics by Kimo

1-How long have you been creating in general?

Oh, I have been creating on and off almost all my life. I’m a mature writer, so that means many, many years. I think I wrote my first “novel” when I was 15! That was sometime in the past century ^^; so yes, many years of experience here. I started writing fanfictions when I first discovered InuYasha and Harry Potter in the early 2000s. Then I moved to the UK in 2004 and had a few years of hiatus trying to get back on my feet; I had a family and kids and got back to it when the lockdown hit in 2020.

2-How long have you been creating for the fandom, and what’s your favorite part of the process?

I started creating for the Miraculous fandom in March 2020, when the lockdown first hit. I love the thrill of a new idea when something in the show makes you think, “What if this and this would happen? How would the characters react?” | call it the “Plot Bunny” because it feels as if it pops out of your head like a bunny and then starts hopping around, causing havoc until you begin writing it. I also love discussing my ideas with my selected group of 6 friends I met through Miraculous. We call ourselves the “Evil Bunnies Landmark” because we bounce ideas at each other and discuss them and get them in the best shape. We exchange Christmas and birthday presents and support each other even for real-life problems.

3-Has there been anything in particular that influences your style?

Read a lot, especially when I was younger.

Authors like J.M. Auel, Orson Scott Card, Stephen King, and Marion Zimmer Bradley have influenced my writing massively: I’ve read plenty of manuals about creative writing and have taken a degree in English Language With Creative Writing module, so there have been plenty of factors to influence me. I just love writing too much ^_^

4-Do you have any advice you’d like to give to other creators?

Read read read, write, write, write. Read some more; write some more. Keep going. Find a beta reader to bounce ideas off and correct your writing before it gets published.

5-How do you think the identity reveal is going to go? Feel free to write something quick if you want to! 

I've written so many identities reveal fics! But in canon…? To be honest, although I hope it will happen this season, I don’t think it will. Because Gabriel Agreste being HawkMoth is the main reason why each time they had revealed, they’d had to forget. I want them to remember the next time they reveal, and the only way to do that is after Gabriel’s dealt with it. Emilie will be much more respectful of Adrien’s privacy and she won’t be HawkMoth! <3

Interested in reading some stories written by JuliaFC? Her works can be found on AO3, FFN, and Wattpad.

#miraculous fanworks #miraculous ladybug #ml #fanfiction #writer spotlight #JuliaFC

[theherocomplex]

Ahrg, ask games are dangerous. Accidentally hit unfollow when trying to get the meatball menu to open up to get to the ask page.

Anyway, for the deep fic writing asks I would like to know about

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

11. Has a fic you’ve written ever caused issues/controversy?

Curse you, meatball menu!!!

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

It's helped in any number of ways, but I can't state enough how having a world -- well, worlds -- to escape to when I'm stressed or need to work something out, or just need to feel something that isn't dread or loneliness, has helped me get through some really horrible days. Unfortunately I'm at a point now where the smallest piece of grit in my gears throws the whole darn system off, so I have to be really careful to husband my energy/health in order to keep writing.

Writing is a place where I can not only find escapism, and answers, however temporary, to how I'm feeling, but it also lets me explore my not-so-great impulses in a safe way. Not that I think I write anything particularly dark or transgressive, but I can give free rein to my anger, or to exploring bleak moods, or let characters act in ugly, cathartic ways. Which I can't do in my day-to-day life, for various reasons!

And finally, it's been so lovely to connect with people through my writing, whether they're also writers or readers or just people who enjoy the same fandoms. Writing itself is mostly solitary, but sharing it creates a community, even if that community is only a handful of people. Being able to make new friends and share so much with them is the blessing underpinning being a writer!

11. Has a fic you’ve written ever caused issues/controversy?

I don't think so? I think I fly under the radar, fandom-wise, so involvement I've had in controversy has been mostly accidental. The benefits of not many people knowing who I am!

What I tend to get are comments that...hm. I guess the easiest way to describe them is to say that they're critiquing me (you would not believe how much crit some of my fics get!) or correcting me, and I choose to assume it's coming from a good place. The problem is, those critiques miss the point of what I'm trying to do, like playing with unreliable narrators or using a non-linear narrative or writing technique to get something across. So I'm not sure if I haven't done my job effectively, and that's what's causing the confusion, or if it's a disconnect on the reader's side.

#bee replies #thank you!! <3 #I know I'm answering these a few days after I posting the meme I'M SORRY I AM EASILY DISTRACTED THESE DAYS

[pyrphoros-library]

Research Research Research

It’s time to start researching a practice you want to delve into. But, you don’t know where to start. I find the problem usually starts at the base. Not know how to research to begin with. Here’s my personal guide to researching with paganism and witchcraft. 

You want to start with one deity - if you’re going the paganism route - make things simple for yourself.  1. Look up the basic myths of the deity. This can be done with a simple mythology book from the local library or bookstore. Sometimes myths can be readily available online, however, no matter what source you use the authors are likely to rewrite some portion of them to make the book or article unique. The accuracy of said source will most likely never be 100% so to save yourself the grey hairs and don’t stress about getting there.  That being said, myths will vary region to region as well as cross time periods. There is most likely more than one version of your myth. And any new version myth written about the gods after the practice is considered ‘dead’ or ‘ancient’ by historians is  NOT ACCURATE from an academic standpoint and instead is just a work of fiction. 

2. Look at the culture around that deity. Some deities like Hestia have a focus within more private aspects of life so they’re less likely to have many myths. This does not mean, however, that they were comparatively unimportant in the religion. It does mean that they were just more likely to be worshiped privately in which case you should look up family dynamics, layouts of homes that we know of, and other things that are similar to get an understanding of the spaces where private worship would occur. 

And with all research no matter what you do you want to CHECK WHAT YOU READ. As well as READ CRITICALLY. Now, why would you do this if you’re reading academic articles that have already been peer reviewed for you? Well, sometimes the material can be outdated, depending on when it was written, or it could contain some facts that are then speculated upon (meaning they’re guess is up for debate).  Because of that its always good to check what you read, look for patterns across authors. And try to vary the authors you read. 

Speaking of authors you should also be critical about who you read. For instance I had came across an article written by a sports coach with no educational or professional background about Lady Hestia. While the information was good the author was not. I kept the source because the information was correct. There is a time however, when you should throw out a work because of an authors background and that is if they are one of the following: 

1. Any person working within a closed practice without the connections being obvious that they have permission or was taught within said practice.  2. Any person but someone of the closed practice’s culture teaching about said closed practice.  I have personal red flags with authors and publishers across witchcraft books but within the Hellenic community I suggest you look at @hellenic-reconstructionism‘s posts about who to avoid as well as dog whistles.  There is also one more thing you should keep in mind when reading any source... Does it conflate Wicca (religion) with Witchcraft (practice)?  If so is the author Wiccan or are they not? If they are not that is a red flag as they are not one in the same. If they are Wiccan then its not a red flag because its common within the community to use them as the same. All this said, if you can’t tell or can’t be bothered to look, I say just read critically. Once again these are my personal opinions! If you have things to add on we would love to hear them! 

Keep an eye out for a follow-up post on how to vet resource! -Written by Rose -Edited by Sam

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Thank you so much for answering my previous ask! It was very helpful and yeah, I do have another question. Is it a good idea to edit the text, like, in Google Docs or Word (that's what I default to when writing sth) and then post the formatted text here or is just not worth the effort and it's better to post it raw and just edit it all here? When I tried pasting a ready thing here it just kind of.. I dunno, the spacing between the blocks of text was bigger than I wanted it to be and I had to manually correct all of them.

Is this an old vs beta thing or has it always been like that and you should just edit your text here instead of external doc programs? Oh, and I'm talking about desktop here, because I just find it easier to work on my computer that mobile (at lest, at the moment).

-🌹

I'm not sure what happened with your spacing, because I don't have that problem with copy-pasting from other sources. The main problem I have is with the old format (which apparently Tumblr decided to call the "Legacy Editor" recently). Weirdly enough, when copy-pasting my fic from Google Docs, I'd lose all my font effects like italics and bolding. I don't have that problem with copy-pasting from Word on the old format, though.

I just tried out the new (no longer called beta, I guess) format. It looks like text from Google Docs has weird spacing issues, but retains italics and stuff, while text from Word is completely fine. So, keep that in mind. Whether it's worth the extra effort of correcting the issues is up to you. I used to write directly into the Tumblr textpost when writing my fics, and would save WIPs in my drafts hjdakflhd The problem with just using the Tumblr textpost is that if something glitches, you can lose everything you've written. Personally, what I do is write the fic, fully formatted and everything, in Google Docs, with a backup on Word. Then when it comes time to post to Tumblr, I copy from the Word backup. But again, what you do is up to you!

#asks answered #anonymous #🌹 anon

[aturinfortheworse]

Don't trust historians to tell you things! You go to Egypt and dig up the Ebers papyrus yourself! You make your own translation! If you don't speak hieratic then you shouldn't try to learn about history.

But obviously you can't trust historians to teach you hieratic. What you need to do first is locate a small community in rural Greece that still speaks totally unaltered Ancient Greek, live there for five years to learn the language by immersion, then use that knowledge to translate the demotic on the rosetta stone, use that translation to learn hieroglyphic from surviving examples (obviously you will need to break into the pyramids for this) and then once you know hieroglyphic, hieratic is basically intuitive.

Though honestly, can you really trust that the artefacts you're learning hieroglyphic from are original historical writing and not just put there by Victorians to impress tourists? Maybe you should get those carbon dated - and by "get those carbon dated" I mean reinvent the field of mass spectrometry yourself so that you can reliably interpret the results of the particle accelerator.

Science is, after all, a human field of study subject to human bias. The only way to ever really be sure that evidence is interpreted without bias is to interpret it yourself - because you would never fall victim to such an obvious human foible.

#ruin rambles #history #ok ive got it out of my system now thank you #i put an unreasonable amount of effort into this #i keep finding new problems with what i had written and having to correct them #like i thought the ebers papyrus was written in demotic #and like i have NO IDEA how we learned to interpret hieratic #i'm assuming it was based on being able to read both heiroglphyic and demotic? #also im not 100% sure mass spectrometry and particle accelerators are how carbon dating happens #i think so???

[emeraldenha]

✎ SUMMARY. both you and Jake Sim have one thing in common and that is being best friends with an ‘it couple’ on campus. after properly getting to know each other at a new year’s eve party, you think seeing his face one too many times the following weeks could all be a coincidental fate. what you soon realize is that fate comes in the form of your two friend groups who want nothing more than the two of you to start dating.

✎ PAIRING. awkward nerd!jake x fem!reader (sunghoon x yeji & jay x ryujin)

✎ FEATURING. enhypen’s 02z line, itzy

✎ GENRE. university au, fluff, strangers to lovers

✎ WARNINGS. cursing, alcohol consumption, all pairings between itzy and enhypen members are purely used for plot convenience

✎ W/C. +6.4k words

✎ ADDITIONAL NOTE. this is part of the Nuevo Comienzo (new beginnings) collab created by dulceamar! please consider checking out all the other amazing works by other authors throughout the year!

the first encounter.

“order for y/n!” the barista shouts, calling out another order soon after.

sending a text to a group chat with your best friends, agreeing to meet them at the cafeteria of your university for lunch, you walk up to the counter and grab the only cup of coffee you find sitting there.

ryujin: bro when will you get your ass over here

you: sorry there was a long line for coffee :(

you: I’ll be there in two seconds just wait a bit

you go to exit the cafe but feel a light tap on your shoulder.

“hi,” the boy smiles awkwardly. “I think I accidentally took your coffee, you should have mine as well.”

“oh, really?” taking a glance at the paper cup, you notice the scribble of someone else’s name right on the side. you squint trying to decipher the letters written in thick sharpie. “jack?”

“jake, actually,” he politely corrects you. “sorry about this whole thing. I also kinda took a sip before I realized it wasn’t my order. I can uhh get you a new lid if you’d like.”

you nod slowly, “sure.”

you follow his lead as he backtracks to the opposite corner of the cafe.

“is it weird to say you look familiar?” jake says in an attempt to keep the conversation going. “I swear, I've seen you around before.”

“you go to belift university, right?” you ask for confirmation and receive a nod from him in response. “we go to the same college then. maybe you've seen me passing by.”

his face contorts into confusion as he starts eyeing you suspiciously, “how’d you know I go to belift?”

“your sweatshirt,” you point at the glaringly large font across his chest.

“ah, right!” heat crawls up jake’s cheeks as he blushes in embarrassment. he grabs a lid from the condiment bar, and with shaky hands, replaces the original one with it. “forgot I was wearing this shirt. I mean belift. wait, what? I mean my sweatshirt. fuck, I almost knocked over your coffee. but yeah, my belift sweatshirt… you probably knew what I meant. sorry, I’ll shut up now.”

“cute,” you mutter under your breath, lip twitching into a smile.

“huh?”

“what?” you cough, feigning cluelessness. you point at your coffee cup still in his hand to quickly change the topic. “can I have my coffee back now?”

“yeah, of course,” jake says with confusion still evident in his expression.

“thanks.”

“no problem.”

the two of you head towards the exit and you thank him as he opens the door for you.

jake stops walking once you both are outside and no longer blocking the entrance of the cafe, which makes you second guess if that means you should stop too. playing it safe, you slow down your steps until jake addresses you again.

“most people have gone home early,” jake starts. “but I’m assuming you must’ve had a final today if you’re still in the area.”

your eyes anxiously wonder around.

you’re five minutes late to when you were supposed to be meeting your friends at the cafeteria, but they can wait.

“yeah, I still haven’t actually taken it yet,” you inform him.

“ah, I just finished mine this morning,” jake replies.

“must be nice to be free then,” you say half-jokingly.

“definitely,” he lets out a quick laugh. “well, I hope you ace your last exam. good luck!”

he holds out his fist in your direction.

you stare at his fist for a moment before shyly curling your hand to meet him in a fist bump, “thanks. good luck to you too!”

he waves you goodbye and you briefly mimic his actions before parting ways.

“shit,” jake curses under his breath as he continues walking in the opposite direction from yours, looking over his shoulder to see you already crossing the street. “I should have asked for her number.”

“I got your lunch,” ryujin pushes a tray of food towards you.

“you’re the best,” you breathe out, taking a seat across from your two best friends. “someone accidentally mistook my coffee for their’s while I was at the cafe nearby. that’s why I’m running a little more behind than I already was today.”

“eat quickly,” jay advises. “your exam is in thirty minutes, right?”

“yeah,” you confirm, taking your silverware and digging into your food.

“ew, slow down and take a napkin,” ryujin thrusts a wad of napkins into your hand. “you won’t attract anyone being this gross.”

“good, that means my plan to cosplay as men repellent is working.”

despite your sarcastic remark, you peel a napkin from the stack and wipe your month.

ryujin watches you and shakes her head, “you could be really good girlfriend material if you put your mind to it, just saying.”

“says the ‘it couple’ on campus,” you say, rolling your eyes.

ryujin scoffs, “we’re not the ‘it couple’ on campus.”

“oh, we so are,” jay confidently boasts, running a hand through his silky blonde hair.

“you’re so right, babe,” ryujin immediately switches in agreement, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning on the back of her chair where his arm is casually resting.

you pretend to gag, “throwing up in my mouth right now.”

“aren’t you even just a little bit curious about putting yourself out there?” ryujin asks, refusing to give up. “I could totally set you up with someone. you’re talking to the local matchmaker right here.”

“matchmaker my ass,” you laugh. “as if I’d put my love life in your hands, ryujin. but really, I’m just not interested in anyone at the moment.”

“the moment? the moment has been your whole life!” ryujin whines, her eyes so wide they could practically fall out of her eye sockets.

“ryu,” jay warns, moving his hand to squeeze her shoulder. “give y/n a break. if she’s not looking to go on a date, then she’s not going on one.”

“you talk like my dad,” you deadpan.

“I’m defending you and you still choose to insult me like this?” jay purses his lips, going back to scrolling through his phone while he snacks on a bag of chips.

“okay, no dating for y/n in the near future. got it!” ryujin animatedly summarizes. “but are you at least coming to hoon’s new year’s eve party with us?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “hoon?”

“sunghoon,” ryujin says in an obvious tone, giving you an incredulous look at the lack of recognition written across your face. “come on, park sunghoon! jay’s friend, park sunghoon. he’s dating hwang yeji.”

“am I supposed to know people through their couple status or something?” your voices drips with your usual sarcasm. “and jay has a lot of friends.”

“he was the one that treated us out on your birthday that one time,” jay adds, glancing up from his phone.

“oh, that guy!” you clap your hands together as you recall the brief memory. “yeah, he was nice.”

“so you’ll come?” ryujin looks at you with pleading eyes. “new year, new you.”

“don’t tell me you actually believe in that crap.”

“just give me an answer.”

“why so eager,” you let out a dry laugh. “do you need me to be the designated driver again or something?”

“you make us sound like asshole friends,” ryujin pouts. “and no, we just haven’t hung out much because you’ve been so busy over the semester. I want us to have fun together over winter break.”

“yeah, no pressure if you don’t want to go though,” jay says. “but if you’re coming, we’ll probably crash at sunghoon’s, so you can drink and crash there too or drive home if you’re bored.”

“okay, fine. I’ll see you guys there. new year, new me or whatever,” you cave. “but next time I want to do something, you can’t say no.”

ryujin smirks, jokingly grabbing your hand to give it a loose shake, “we have ourselves a deal.”

“now that you got that out of the way, you got ten minutes to book yourself to your class for exams,” jay casually reminds you.

“oh shit,” you hiss. you grab your tray and the remaining trash lying around as you get ready to leave. “bye guys!”

“bye, y/n!”

“see you later, love!”

“why don’t you ever call me love?”

“shut up, jongseong.”

as you rush out of the cafeteria, you pass by the famous park sunghoon you had been talking about earlier, almost crashing into him and apologizing for the near-incident with a quick ‘sorry.’ neither of you even have time to recognize each other as you continue speed walking away before the chance is offered.

“woah, you okay, hoonie?” yeji asks after watching sunghoon flinch from how you had almost crashed into him.

“I’m fine,” he brushes it off and sits down at their table.

he glances up from setting his food down to acknowledge jake, then decides to skip the greeting once he sees what the boy is doing.

“why do you have your physics textbook out?” sunghoon makes a disgusted face. “I thought you finished your finals already.”

“oh, I did,” jake clarifies. “but I’m reading some of the unassigned chapters from this semester. did you know that—”

“okay, you can stop right there!” sunghoon says while putting a hand up. “don’t need to know whatever wackass concept you’re going to ramble on about next.”

jake makes a blank face, internally thinking about how he should’ve seen that coming, “rude.”

“you’re always studying physics,” sunghoon whines. “get a hobby, loser. you’ll never get a girlfriend at this rate if you’re already in married to your physics textbook.”

“lay off him for once, will you? nerds have rights too,” yeji jokes with a lazy grin tugging her lips.

“very funny, yeji,” jake bites back sarcastically. he begins to pout as he picks at his food. “what’s wrong with being a nerd?”

“what’s wrong is that nerds like you,” sunghoon points his fork in jake’s direction. “have zero game.”

“what are you talking about?” jake says in an offended tone. “I got game.”

sunghoon raises an eyebrow, “oh, do you now?”

“yeah,” jake states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I'm totally the ideal guy.”

“then go ask somebody out,” sunghoon cooly challenges him.

“you mean,” jake pauses, scratching the back of his head. “like right now?”

jake suddenly feels lightheaded. the thing about jake was that he was a easily likable person. he was kind, smart, and bursting with positive energy. his downside was that even though he had book smarts, it left him oblivious to the common sense of courage and confidence.

“why not?” sunghoon shrugs. “you sound so sure of yourself anyways.”

“okay,” jake bites his lip and rubs his hands together. “I got this.”

he stands from his seat at the table, taking a couple of deep breaths before searching for someone to be his target and taking off.

“wait,” yeji whispers to sunghoon. “he's actually doing this?”

“apparently.”

“and we're not going to stop him?”

sunghoon chuckles, “hell no.”

“hey, lia!” jake approaches the girl and her friend.

“oh,” lia makes eye contact with chaeryeong before forcing a smile at the boy. “what's up, jake?”

“you. me. new year’s eye party at sunghoon’s. be my date?”

“sorry, jake,” lia rejects. “I uhh... already have plans with my family.”

“ah, I see,” jake wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come back up to reality. “maybe some other time then?”

“umm…”

“you know what? nevermind. sorry to bother you. and if I also made you uncomfortable, I apologize for that too—”

“jake,” lia interrupts with a tense smile. “it’s okay.”

“yeah. good. cool.”

jake turns on his heel and rigidly walks away, every ounce of his self esteem and social battery drained.

he can hear chaeryeong clicking her tongue, “that was awkward.”

jake agonizingly makes his way back to sunghoon and yeji, holding up a middle finger once he catches sunghoon’s chest vibrating at his attempt to suppress his laughter.

it was sad that the conversation was out of earshot for his friends, but they could already tell how it went.

jake returns to his seat and closes his eyes as he heaves a deep sigh.

“okay, so maybe I don't got game.”

the second encounter.

it had been around two weeks since the start of winter break and you were trying not to hate the idea of this new year’s eve party so much, but it wasn’t the most exciting thing you’d rather do when you genuinely weren’t a big fan of alcohol or people in general. you actually wished you were a fan of both of those things so it could make a night like this more enjoyable.

“remind me why we’re showing up an hour late to this party again?” you ask, slouching in the backseat of jay’s car.

“ever heard of being fashionably late?” he retorts while finding a space to park.

you snort, “you’re so lame, jay.”

“rip him to shreds, baby,” ryujin playfully blows you a kiss from the passenger seat.

you pretend to catch the kiss and shoot her a wink, “always, baby.”

“hey, I’m the boyfriend here!” jay says, a reoccurring joke that happens between the three of you.

“and I’m the side piece, your point is?” you speak without missing a single beat.

stepping onto the front lawn of sunghoon’s house, the party at least looked somewhat less unhinged than the other one’s jay and ryujin had dragged you to a couple times before. yes, you could hear the blasting music from the outside. and yes, you could hear people shouting and cheering from the backyard as the sound of someone cannonballing into the pool followed. but for the most part, it just looked like a normal house with festive decorations peeking from the windows that indicated this was indeed a chill new year’s eve party.

it had been long enough that you’ve forgotten what park sunghoon even looks like, but he gave you the impression of a very clean-cut guy, given your judgements on how good he was as a party host.

it was like a formal celebration to new beginnings, only with a bunch of unsupervised college students and alcohol.

“ryujin, jay!” you hear a female voice giggle right as you step through the front door.

ryujin let out a squeal, a rare sound you never exactly hear from her, “yeji, my beloved!”

‘people really do act differently in different crowds, huh?’ you thought to yourself.

behind the girl you now identified as yeji, you saw a boy standing behind her with his hand resting on the small of her back.

“this is our lovely y/n!” ryujin introduces you with an arm around your shoulder. “y/n, this is yeji and sunghoon. they're the second best couple on campus obviously.”

“yah, don't get it mixed up!” sunghoon laughs before greeting jay with some special handshake you had never seen before.

you wave at them shyly, “hi, sunghoon. hi, yeji.”

“hey, sexy!” a drunk hwang yeji saunters over to wrap her arms around you in a quick hug. “woah, I love your dress. it's so cute! I wish yuna was here right now. she'd fucking love this outfit.”

“umm... thanks,” you stiffly nod as yeji continues to awe at your dress with her hands gripping your shoulders.

“that's enough, babe,” sunghoon pulls yeji into his chest from behind. he looks coherent enough to function but at the same time has his bangs flopping over his forehead that make him appear sleepily tipsy. “sorry about her. she gets clingy after a drink or two.”

“it’s alright,” you say distractedly, choosing to bury your discomfort by watching yeji cutely thrash around in her boyfriend’s hold while asking for more shots.

“where's jake?” jay asks curiously.

jake? that name sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“he’s right here—” sunghoon lazily looks over his right shoulder and then over his left, still buzzed on the few cups of alcohol he drank previously. “oh, guess he disappeared somewhere.”

you all continue talking for another handful of minutes. sunghoon’s even generous enough to throw a couple questions your way in an attempt to make you feel included, which was honestly a breath of fresh air. you loved your best friends to death, but usually talking to other people with them is like sitting in the corner at a family reunion. it was your role as the quiet, antisocial friend.

though as enjoyable as it was to have a group to stick around with versus being alone, you realized how slow and random a conversation with two drunk people could be. the five of you eventually ran out of things to say.

sunghoon and yeji excuse themselves, sunghoon having to guide her by the shoulders to keep her upright as they disappear into the crowd.

ryujin lightly taps your shoulder, “jay and I are going to play beer pong for a bit. wanna come?”

“I'm fine,” you decline the invitation. “I think I'm going to find some water in the kitchen.”

“okay, bestie,” she gives you a side hug before linking arms with her boyfriend to walk further into the crowd. “you know the drill, be careful and call me if you need anything!”

“I will!” you shout back and begin wandering off to the kitchen by yourself.

it takes you a second to locate where the water bottles are stored, but you quickly manage to find them and take one for yourself.

“hey,” a voice says from over your shoulder, a hand reaching forward to grab one of the other water bottles in front of you. “y/n, right?”

it’s the boy from the coffee shop. if there was one thing you remembered, it was his kind face and australian accent.

“hi…” your voice trails off.

you forgot his name.

“ah, do you not remember me?” he says with a bit of disappointment. “I’m—”

“hold on, let me at least guess first!” you study his face, doing your best to dig into the back of your memory. “I remember you, I swear! something that starts with a ‘j.’ like jim, maybe james, or… wasn’t it jack?”

“close,” he laughs. “I’m jake. jake sim.”

he holds his hand out for a simple handshake, which you gladly accept.

“ah, you’re that jake,” you say in a dumbfounded tone. “sunghoon and yeji’s friend, right?”

“yeah, how’d you know?” he questions you with curiosity lacing his voice. not only was he surprised that you knew anything about him at all, but you actually were acknowledging him out of the friend group without yeji and sunghoon present.

“I’m friends with jay and ryujin.”

“ah, you’re that y/n!”

you nod, “yeah.”

basic, surface-level questions are asked as well as other miscellaneous talking points. there’s even an odd talk about the nice weather, which was unfitting for being indoors during the winter season but you don’t comment on it again.

“how are you liking the party?” jake switches subjects, scared that you’ll leave if the atmosphere drops. “is it any fun?”

“eh, you’re the highlight of it so far,” you shrug. “I don’t really drink or do anything in particular, so I just kind of float around until I decide to ditch.”

jake feels his heart begin to race. it was his first time hearing a girl make a comment like that about him.

“wanna ditch this party together?” he blurts out the invite, feeling a sense of boldness he’s never felt before. “I can drive us.”

an expression of uncertainty crosses your face, “where to exactly?”

“I said it more as an impromptu idea but…” he takes a moment to think. “we could go get breakfast, like they do in christmas movies and stuff. waffles, maybe?”

you contemplate if it’s smart to trust someone who’s essentially a stranger to you, but then your inner monologue comes in.

he knows sunghoon. granted, you didn’t remember who sunghoon was until jay had to remind you, but he bought you food once. and on your birthday too. that had to count for something, right? plus, jake seemed even sweeter. it may just be his puppy-like appearance carrying the assumption, but he was also a nervous wreck upon mixing up your coffees not to long ago.

you decide to trust him.

“it’s a bit late to be living out your christmas movie moment,” you say, noticing how jake’s face begins to falter into panic. “but I do like waffles.”

“perfect,” he lets out a sigh of relief. “let’s go.”

you end up sitting in jake’s car five minutes before the first of january, a fancy waffle from some food truck jake googled in your hand. the two of you are parked right in front of your house, all the lights inside are off from your parents already being asleep.

“it’s almost midnight,” jake states while looking at the clock on the car’s dashboard. “any new year’s resolutions?”

“no,” you shake your head. “I’m not into that sort of bullshit.”

you examine jake’s face. he looks like he’s about to protest your opinion but then stops himself.

“okay, that’s fair,” he says.

“do you have any new year’s resolutions?” you shoot the question back at him.

“yeah,” he shyly admits. he bites his lip, a habit you’ve noticed he does a lot when he seems nervous, as he stares at the road ahead. “I want to fall in love.”

“that’s a pretty bold statement,” you comment.

“yeah, I know,” he lets out a small laugh. “but I guess I want to stop being so shy and gain some confidence.”

three minutes.

“you’re social skills aren’t that bad,” you say honestly, hoping that will encourage him. “you’re awkward but in the most endearing way possible if that makes any sense.”

you manage to get a goofy grin out of him, “not a bad compliment, I’ll take it.”

“I’m not the most confident person either,” you admit. “I’m not sure if I’d wish to be that kind of person, but good for you. have fun falling in love.”

two minutes.

“it sounds weird when you put it like that,” he covers his face with the palms of his hands in embarrassment. “I just want to understand what it’s like, give romance a try and all that. have you ever been in love, y/n?”

“no. no, I haven’t.”

you take a large bite of your thick-layered waffle.

one minute.

“you have some ice cream right here,” he gestures to the corner of his mouth using his own face.

“here?” you try wiping off the dessert with the back of your hand.

“no, you’re just smearing it,” he reaches his hand out to lightly cup your face, wiping the mess with his thumb. “there, all clear.”

his stare travels all over your face shining in the dim moonlight. he doesn’t know what to do. to him, you’re breathtaking.

he wonders if he should just go for it.

three, two, one.

“I should go inside,” you say, causing jake’s attention to immediately withdraw from your lips. “I’m feeling a little tired.”

“yeah, go ahead,” he can sense the heat nearly flushing his face. he clears his throat as he unlocks the car. “happy new year, y/n.”

you smile before hopping out and setting a hand on the car door, ready to close it, “happy new year.”

the third encounter.

“and so we meet again.”

“how dramatic of you to say,” you chuckle, not expecting to run into anyone while standing in the middle of the candy isle at your local grocery store. “but what's up, jake?”

“nothing much,” the boy shrugs. he goes to stand behind you, browsing the rows of candy bags and chocolate bars closely. “just getting some snacks for me and my friends.”

“me too!” you gasp, easing up to the conversation. “ryujin and jay always make me go out to buy snacks. I swear, I love them to death but couples sometimes...”

you think back to fifteen minutes ago when your two best friends practically forced you out of jay's apartment complex. they were more persistent than usual, but you chalked that up as them needing time to make out another half hour before you returned.

“I know right!” jake enthusiastically agrees. “sunghoon and yeji are like that too.”

in all honesty, you thought you wouldn’t see jake again after the party. it was still winter break after all and who knew you’d randomly run into each other like this.

once you’re done picking out your snacks, getting some new recommendations from jake, you walk to the self checkout area together and don’t separate until you reach the parking lot.

he hesitates before parting ways, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ll see you around?”

“yeah, see you around,” you wave him goodbye.

he walks away and you scold yourself for lingering on his figure, hoping you really would see him again some time soon.

“how was it?” ryujin asks right as you join them back on the couch of jay’s apartment.

“going to the store?” you say slowly, confused as to why ryujin looked so interested. “it was fine.”

“did anything interesting happen?” she continues to badger you.

“nothing really,” you shrug. “I ran into jake while I was there. that’s about it.”

“jake?” jay chimes in. “jake’s a pretty cool guy, really smart and trustworthy too. he’s like a brother to me.”

you give him a look, “why are you buttering him up to me all of a sudden?”

“I’m not,” jay denies.

“okay,” you mutter under your breath, deciding to open up a chocolate bar and start paying attention to whatever tv show was playing. “you guys are weird.”

the fourth encounter.

“oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” ryujin squeals in excitement, lowering her volume as much as possible in the movie theater.

“no way,” yeji gasps. “you guys are here to see this movie too! wow, same time and everything. isn't that crazy, hoon?”

“yeah,” sunghoon nods rapidly, trying to look casual. “what a total coincidence.”

“come sit with us!” yeji ushers the three of you with a bright sparkle in her eyes despite the dim lighting, discreetly elbowing sunghoon's side for his poor acting job when no one is looking.

jay goes to sit on sunghoon's side, while you and ryujin go to the opposite end. you take the farthest seat, leaving ryujin to sit in between you and jake.

“what’s wrong?” you ask her once you catch the alarmed look in her eyes.

you expect her to answer but instead she goes to face the other side away from you. confused, you go back to watching the movie trailers play without another word.

“jake,” ryujin whispers after a couple minutes. “would it be okay if we switched seats? I want to sit by yeji.”

you turn your head with a surprised expression, overhearing her request, “ouch, is sitting by me not good enough for you?”

“yah, it's not that,” ryujin instantly denies and clicks her tongue. “plus, you don’t even like hearing me talk during movies anyways.”

you stare at her for a moment before sighing and leaning back into your seat, “whatever.”

jake stands up to switch spots with ryujin, sending you a lopsided smile.

“popcorn?” jake offers.

reaching your hand into the bag, you nod, “sure.”

you sigh, “they're totally trying to set us up, aren't they?”

“yeah, they're really obvious,” jake says in agreement.

the amount of times you have seen jake within the past month was astounding to you. you've seen him at the mall, at restaurants, and now that you are back to attending classes, you even see him frequently around campus.

you wonder every now and then how many times you’ve passed by him without knowing who he was, but lately it feels rather impossible to not notice him everywhere you go.

you recall the time when it had dawned on you that there was more to your relationship with jake than pure coincidence, it was one particular memory that had made you realize.

“oh, you met jake at the party?” ryujin gasped over the phone.

it was the day after, ryujin following her routine of giving you a check-up call after she was done taking care of her hangover.

“actually we met a couple weeks before,” you mentioned. “he was the one who accidentally switched our coffees on the last day of exam week.”

“how adorable!” she gushed, and in that very moment, you regretted telling her any of that. you could already predict where the conversation was now heading. “so, would you say he’s your type?”

“I’ve already told you, ryu,” you warned, your voice growing tired. “don’t try playing cupid with me. I’m not interested in him like that. I’m not interested in anyone.”

you could picture ryujin’s face as you heard her scoff, “sounds to me like you’re in denial.”

“am not,” you firmly shut down her accusations. “yeah, he’s cute and all but—”

“wait, did you just call him cute?”

“huh?” you stuttered, not processing the words you let slip out. “okay, whatever—”

“no, you never call anyone cute!” she exclaims. “you’re attracted to jake sim.”

“and so what if I am? he’s just some nice guy,” you tried to reason, not wanting to make it a big deal.

ryujin was the one with the hangover, but why did it feel like your brain was suffering?

“why are you so afraid to date, y/n?” ryujin’s voice softened. “I know you don’t want to open your heart out to people, but you can always start out slow. it’s okay to date just to date, and if you fall in love, then so be it. the trick about falling in love is that it’s spontaneous. it just happens.”

“I don’t know,” you told her honestly. “maybe a part of me does want to date him, but you know me, I don’t want to commit to something that seems all sweet at first but isn’t.”

“don’t let this opportunity pass you by, y/n.” ryujin offered her last attempt of advice. “dating is different for everyone, but for the most part, you date someone to get to know them. you won’t know unless you try.”

and now you’re here. walking outside the movie theater, feeling a sense of deja vu as you head to jake’s car. those four of your so-called friends were awful at making excuses, especially sunghoon, but you went along with their shenanigans.

jake wasn’t bad company anyways.

the drive to your house is nice. it’s filled with jake’s music softly playing from the aux cord, the both of you talking about whatever comes to mind, and along the way, you stop to get gas and grab some gas station slushies.

“cherry is the better flavor,” you still argue ten minutes later, sipping on your slushie.

his lips stretch into a straight line, “what’s wrong with blue raspberry?”

“blue raspberry is simply irrelevant,” you say. “cherry is the classic flavor of childhood.”

“I won’t win if I keep arguing with you, will I?”

“nope.”

the both of you laugh, silence in the air as you let the current song playing finish.

“so what should we do about the whole situation with our friends trying to get us together?” jake finally brings back the topic.

“we can just ignore it, right?” you suggest. “they’re only trying to make us see each other more, and to be honest, I don’t mind that. you’re pretty cool in my opinion.”

“really?” he says, an underlying tone of disbelief.

“yeah, really.”

the conversation is cut short when he pulls up to your driveway.

“thanks again for the ride,” you thank him, unbuckling your seatbelt. “not that you had any other choice than to leave me stranded at the movie theater.”

he chuckles, “don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a ride anytime.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say as you exit the car.

you go to shut the door behind you but hear jake call out your name.

“by the way, just out of curiosity,” he starts nervously. “what’s the motivation behind your friends getting you to date?”

“I’m not someone who opens up to others easily,” you explain. “it's not like I'm closed off to the idea of dating someone for forever or anything. I'm just looking for somebody that I’d actually be compatible with, you know?”

“would you...” jake stops himself from finishing the sentence.

would you say we’re compatible?

you tilt your head, “what?”

“what?”

“no, what were you going to say?”

“oh, it was nothing.”

“okay...”

“goodnight, y/n.”

“night, jake.”

the fifth encounter and the start of many more.

“are you stalking me?”

you tilt your head up to see just the person you had in mind. he waits for you to meet his pace as you stroll through your campus side by side. it was later in the afternoon, so not many students were passing by the classroom buildings at your relatively small college.

it had been over a week or two since you last saw him.

you tsk, “no, are you stalking me?”

“you wish,” he says, his face giving off the impression that he wished he could take it back. “sorry, that was creepy. it was meant to be a joke.”

“I figured, jake,” you burst out into a small fit of laughter.

“I missed talking to you,” he confesses. “I wanted to say this a long time ago, but we should exchange numbers.”

“yeah,” you laugh at the fact that neither of you had mentioned that before. “we really should.”

you grab your phone from your pocket and set it up to add a new contact.

“here,” you hand him your phone and he does the same.

jake pokes your arm, quickly catching your attention as you notice him holding his phone up to take a picture, “smile!”

you fix a closed lip-smile onto your face until he puts his phone down.

“your turn,” you snap of picture of him before he can even process what’s happening.

“wait, I wasn’t ready!” he tries to steal your phone but you hold it to your chest. “not fair, y/n.”

you stick your tongue out, “get over it.”

“you just got out of class, right? want to get something to eat and catch up?” he nudges your side.

you stop in your tracks.

“I’ll unfortunately have to pass,” you have to turn down the offer. “funnily enough, yeji asked me to help her out with an assignment since we share the same major.”

“ah, my own friend is stealing you away from me,” he teases lightheartedly, suppressing his actual disappointment. “I’ll let you do that then.”

“I’ll text you later.”

“yeah, I’d like that.”

it takes approximately seven seconds for him to build the courage to say what he’s been wanting to say all along.

“hey!” jake catches up to you. “before you leave, do you...”

“go on,” you stare at him expectantly. you weren’t going to let him leave you hanging like last time. “what were you going to say?”

“do you want to hang out sometime?” he finally spits out the question. “like make plans instead of coming across each other by happenstance.”

“can you call it happenstance if most of it was a set up by our friends?”

“I guess not,” he pouts for a split second before regaining focus. “but seriously, I want to see you again.”

“like on a date?” you ask for clarification.

jake sheepishly smiles down at the ground, “if that's okay with you.”

ryujin’s words stick to the back of your mind like glue.

“don’t let this opportunity pass you by, y/n. dating is different for everyone, but for the most part, you date someone to get to know them. you won’t know unless you try.”

you liked jake sim, it just took you some time to admit it. each day that went by without you seeing him made you unable to deny the fact that you missed having him around when he was gone.

maybe it couldn’t hurt giving it a try like ryujin said.

you place an innocent kiss on his cheek, “that'd be more than okay.”

it takes almost every muscle in his body to not lose his composure and faint right on the spot.

“great, it's a date then,” he takes a step closer, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. as silence falls upon you, he takes the chance to speak again. “your eyes are so pretty. I think they remind me of layla’s.”

you take a step back, “…layla?”

“my dog.”

“I remind you of your dog?”

“wait, I didn’t mean that in a weird way. it’s just that you have really pretty eyes that sparkle in the sunlight… like my dog, layla. please don’t be offended.”

“we’ll just forget the last twenty seconds never happened,” you say for his sake and for yours.

“let me phrase what I really meant to say,” he straightens his posture and closes the distance again. “what I was trying to say is that you look really beautiful up close.”

“such a flirt,” you smirk teasingly, “do you say that to just any girl?”

“no, only to the girls I like,” jake a grin appears on his lips for a split second before it begins to falter. “was that corny?”

“just a little bit,” you laugh.

“damn, I keep slipping up,” jake joins in on your laughter. “you’ll still date me, right?”

“only if it’s too late to back out.”

“unfortunately for you, your back out card has already expired.”

“shit, already?” you jokingly curse under your breath.

“would it be too soon if I asked for a kiss?” he asks for permission with a crack in his voice.

you raise an eyebrow, “too eager to save it for our first date, sim?”

“if anything I’m late for not doing it at midnight on new year’s day,” he says, mentally applauding himself for sounding so smooth. “so can I?”

your eyes bore into his, “you’re already hovering over my face so why not.”

jake crashes his lips onto yours, intoxicating you with one sweet and simple kiss.

you finally understand that night in jake’s car, his new year’s resolution. it all begins to make a little more sense.

falling in love didn’t seem like such a bad idea now that his lips were pressed against yours with his hand gently caressing your hair, and even when the kiss breaks with an awkward laugh, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

in your mind, there was no better new year's resolution than being with jake sim.

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