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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 5 days

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Tell Me (Be a Doll AU)

Vox x doll!reader, Vox is softer than usual!

CW: lover obsession, manipulation, mind control, Vox being a little shit (Albeit, less than usual), AU typical events

Note: Vox is manipulative, possessive, jealous, impulsive, controlling, and harsh in this AU. He can be extremely violent towards reader, and is consistently abusing them either way. He is not a good person! If anyone is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction from these topics, I recommend clicking away now.

Summary: Vox catches you pouring your heart out onto paper about your love for him. He takes this as a perfect opportunity to go fishing for compliments, but gets a bit carried away, and ends up demanding so much praise from you. So, so much. It’s endless.

As I sat at my desk, lost in a world of doodles and daydreams, my pen danced across the paper, tracing hearts and writing phrases that spoke of a love so deep it bordered on obsession. Each stroke of the pen was a declaration of devotion to Vox, my boss, my love. The paper was littered with declarations of love, each one more fervent than the last.

Vox entered the room, his presence commanding attention, as usual. He wore a new suit, better tailored, likely to accommodate for his latest upgrades- his TV head had been replaced, and was now about an inch or two bigger than before. Other than that he looked mostly the same. Not many others would’ve noticed the difference, but he was my entire world. Most of my time was spent with him, thinking about him, so of course I noticed.

His eyes fell upon the paper, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "What's this?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. He leaned forward with a mischievous grin, trying to get a peek at the words I’d written.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creep into my cheeks, but Vox’s expression softened, and I could see the hint of fondness in his eyes. “Oh, it’s nothing, just… doodles,” I mumbled, trying to hide the paper from his view.

Vox was not so easily deterred. With a swift motion, he plucked the paper from my grasp and examined it closely. His smirk grew wider as he read each declaration of love, his amusement evident.

I felt my face get hotter- I was probably as red as a tomato at this point. God, I was embarrassed. I loved him but I’d never- I was careful to- I didn’t even know how he’d respond! How would he react? It was plenty weird, to be sure, but many things were in our relationship. "Just a little something I was working on," I said, trying to downplay the situation.

Vox took a step closer, his gaze fixed on the paper, inspecting every detail. He had a fond sort of smile on his face. "May I?" he asked, extending a hand towards the other doodles.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, sliding the paper towards him. Vox picked it up and examined it closely, his smirk growing wider with each passing second. "These are quite...interesting," he said, his tone teasing. "You seem to have quite the affection for me."

I felt my cheeks grow warmer under his gaze, but Vox's expression was one of amusement rather than scorn. "I do," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you more than anything."

Vox chuckled, a low, melodious sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I can see that," he said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He found this endearing, flattering more than anything. His little doll, acting like a little lovesick puppy for him. "Tell me, do you really mean all of this?"

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of nervousness wash over me. But Vox's expression was kind, almost gentle, and I found myself nodding in response. "Yes," I said, my voice barely audible. I was fidgeting nervously as I looked away. "I mean every word."

Vox's smile softened, and he reached out to cup my cheek with his hand. "You're such a charming doll," he said, his voice warm and affectionate as he pulled me towards him. "I'm lucky to have you."

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I leaned into his hand instinctively. "I love you," I whispered, before to stop myself. I nuzzled my face against his hand, hardly even minding what I’d just said. He was being kind- genuinely soft and sweet- this didn’t happen often. I was going to savor it.

Vox's smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "And I love you," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Now, be a doll and tell me again."

His words washed over me like a tidal wave, and I felt myself slipping under his control. "I love you," I said, my eyes glossy as I looked up at him, a perfect little smile on my face. I’d immediately adapted softer, more relaxed and doll-like mannerisms. My voice was quieter, not out of nervousness, but simply because it made me seem more delicate, like a doll. "I love you more than anything."

Vox's smile grew triumphant, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "That's right," he said, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. He gripped me tightly, possessively, his nails digging into me slightly. Only slightly. "You're mine, completely and utterly. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As Vox held me close, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, his presence like a soothing balm to my previously troubled mind. Despite the darkness that lurked within him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in his embrace. I loved him. It felt so silly to be embarrassed about the doodles and words I’d written on those papers, now. Needless worry, really. He loved me, and he’d just expressed as much. I was his, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The thought made me oddly happy, even in my doll-state.

As he held me, a familiar command echoed in my mind, pulling me further into a state of docility. "Be a doll," Vox's voice rang out, his tone playful yet commanding. Without hesitation, I straightened up, my movements fluid and graceful, like a puppet on strings. My gaze fixed on Vox, waiting for his next command, my mind blissfully empty.

Vox rested his hand on my waist, keeping me close. A smirk played on his lips as he studied me. "Now, tell me how much you adore me," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He ran his fingers through my hair as I processed the order for a moment.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him. I grinned, a bit of my genuine self shining through as I spoke. "Oh, Vox," I gushed, my voice soft and adoring. "You're simply incredible. I can't imagine my life without you! You’re always so thoughtful and nice and just absolutely wonderful!”

Vox's smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go on," he encouraged, his tone teasing. "I want to hear more."

With each word of praise, I felt my heart swell with adoration for Vox. "You're so intelligent, so powerful," I continued, my voice growing more animated with each passing moment. "And you're so handsome, too. Besides that, you have the best shark facts! You buffer when I flirt too much and it’s always so adorable, your screen displays Tv static when you sleep, accompanied by white noise and it’s very comforting, one of my favorite parts of sleeping in the same bed as you. I love you so much. I'm lucky to have you in my life."

“Good girl,” Vox chuckled, stroking my hair as though I was a cat he was petting. “That's what I like to hear," he said, his tone pleased. "You truly are a delight, doll."

As Vox continued to coax praise and compliments from me, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. Despite being under his control, I couldn't help but feel a genuine affection for him. “I love you!” I said enthusiastically, a wide grin on my face. I’d shower him in a flurry of small kisses all along his screen, compliments whispered in between each one. With each word of praise, I felt myself growing more and more eager to please Vox, to shower him with affection and adoration. I loved him so fucking much! I would always be his loyal, devoted doll.

As Vox led me to his favorite armchair, watching me with a playful glint in his eye. He positioned me in his lap, and began playing with my hair. "Be a doll," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "and tell me how handsome I am today."

Without hesitation, I obeyed, my movements fluid and graceful as I leaned towards him. "You're the most handsome man I've ever seen," I said, my voice soft and distant, as if speaking from a dream. “You remind me of a cat,” I added, after a moment, with a small laugh. “You’re absolutely stunning, darling.”

Vox chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he said, his tone teasing. "Now, tell me again." He was enjoying this. Every single goddamn moment. Every word you spoke. This was exactly what he’d needed today.

I felt a surge of excitement wash over me, and I couldn't help but smile as I repeated my praise for him. "You're perfect," I said, my voice growing more animated with each word. "Every inch of you is perfection."

Vox's smile widened, and he reached out to ruffle my hair affectionately. "Good girl," he said, his tone filled with satisfaction. "Now, be a doll and tell me more about how much you love me."

I felt a rush of affection flood through me, and I leaned in closer to him, my heart pounding with excitement. "I love you more than words can express," I said, my voice filled with genuine emotion. "You mean everything to me, Vox."

Vox's expression softened, and he pulled me further into his lap, holding me close. "And you mean everything to me," he said, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. "I couldn't imagine my life without you."

BONUS:

As Vox continued to bask in the adoration I showered upon him, he couldn't help but revel in the power he held over me. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided to push the boundaries further.

"Be a doll," he murmured, his voice low and enticing, "and tell me how much you crave my affection."

Without hesitation, I complied, my movements graceful and fluid as I leaned in closer to him. "I crave your affection more than anything. I don’t think I could live without it. I need you, Vox," I said, my voice tinged with longing. "Please, Vox, I need you to hold me."

Vox's smile widened, his ego inflated by my desperate pleas. "That's right," he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. His grip on me tightened, nails digging into my skin. "You're mine, completely and utterly. And you'll do anything to please me, won't you?"

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes, Vox," I said, my voice filled with genuine devotion. "I'll do anything for you. Just please, give me attention, show me some affection. I’ll take anything, please, Vox, please."

Vox chuckled, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm. "Of course, doll," he said gently, as if telling a child to be patient. He made small scratches that looked like tally marks along the arm of the chair. I wasn’t sure what he was keeping track of. "But first, be a doll and tell me how wonderful I am."

I faltered for a moment, then flinched as a shock went through me. "Go on," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "Be a doll and tell me how much you love me."

His words washed over me like a wave, and I found myself obeying without hesitation. "I love you more than anything in this world," I said quietly. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, soft, almost as if it were rehearsed rather than natural. "You're my everything, my reason for being."

Vox laughed softly, and tugged gently on a strand of my hair. "That's right, doll," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "You belong to me."

With each passing moment, Vox's control over me seemed to strengthen, and I found myself sinking deeper into the trance he had cast. His questions prodded at the depths of my devotion, and with each answer, I felt myself spiraling further into his grasp.

"I would do anything for you," I said, my voice distant and hollow, but with that same serene smile on my face. There was a certain emptiness that lay beneath my perfect expression. "Without you, I'm nothing."

Vox's smile widened, his eyes alight with triumph. "Good girl," he said, his voice like a velvet caress. "You're mine, only mine. I own you. You belong to me, I am your one and only obligation. You do this because you love me, and because you know I love you."

I nodded eagerly and quickly agreed, more compliments falling from my lips with ease.

As Vox continued to bask in the adoration pouring from my lips, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. "Be a doll," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, "and tell me how much you need me."

Without hesitation, I nodded eagerly, my movements smooth and controlled. "I need you more than anything," I said, my voice filled with longing. "You're the light of my life, Vox. Without you, I'm lost."

Vox's smile widened at my words, his ego growing with each declaration of my devotion. "That's right," he said, his tone playful. "You can't live without me, can you?"

I shook my head, a playful grin spreading across my face. "No," I admitted, shifting to match his tone. "I'm completely and utterly addicted to you, Vox. You're like a drug, and I can't get enough."

Vox laughed, a sound that echoed through the room like music to my ears. "Good girl. That's what I like to hear," he said, gleefully. "Now, be a doll and tell me how much you want me to hold you."

My heart raced at his words, and I practically melted into his arms as he pulled me close. "I want you to hold me forever," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. This was more genuine. "I never want to leave your side, Vox. You're all I need."

With each word, I felt myself growing more and more content and relaxed. I just needed him, nothing else. "I love you, Vox," I whispered, my voice filled with genuine emotion. "I love you more than anything in this world."

Vox's smile softened, and he pulled me close, holding me tight against his chest. "And I love you, doll," he said, his voice a gentle whisper. "You're everything to me, my precious little doll."

As Vox held me close, I felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over me, his affection soothing, a cure to all my problems. Despite the playful banter and the demands, there was a tenderness in his touch that spoke volumes. In his arms, I felt safe, cherished, and utterly adored. And for that, I would gladly praise him endlessly, for as long as he desired.

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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11 Anti LO Asks

1. I feel like RS shits on Artemis when I feel like she isn’t bad as everyone makes to be. When she meets persphone, her look on the pink goddess was she’s never had a chance to bend the rules or even live a little. She takes her to a party, let’s her meet her brother and their friend, normal stuff. She didn’t have mind powers to know what Apollo did, and she did try to apologize for upsetting persphone with a cake. I wouldn’t say the two are besties but she did try to help persphone best she could. And now Artemis is used to excuse Persphones genocide crime.

2. Took them long enough to make Artemis' body like every other woman in the latest free episode wow such diversity 🙄

3. Hear me out, Apollo takes Daphnes hibernation to frame persphone as more of a nymph turning people into plants. We now have the whole cast know that’s what she’s capable of and unable to fix. Idk I just feel like persphone isn’t gonna face any consequence “oh community service gee golly sounds like fun” really deflated me since ya know persphone not only kill mortals but turned a nymph into a plant.

Hades said this was his domain to deal with yet he’s not gonna help out his ex gf who he witnessed turned into a plant after he wasted her time using her as a place holder. RS is afraid to give persphone any form of growth.

4. i mean, i wouldnt pay upwards to nearly 50 dollars for a book version of something i could read for free on my phone in the format it was made for either.

5. what i dont get is if rachel wants the endgame to be kids then why is adoption not an option? its not even brought up, there is only focus on biological kids. more so, and i HATE the fandom does this bc rachel is so easily swayed by them, but its always boys too? the only kids hades seems to have in myth (excluding the orphic ones) is either the furies (which cant happen in LO) or makaria, so daughters, but it seems the fandom and rachel care more to follow the male heir trope for some reason :/

6. im just sad she had such a unique style but now its just gone. even her sketches on twitter, so we know its her doing it instead of a team, just lack that charm and style it once had. i just dont get how she lost that unique edge so fast. the majority of LO is in this current style too while her original one, which is what made it popular, was only in the first 20ish episodes.

7. It doesn't make sense that Artemis n Apollo got to morder a buncha people without a pass and didn't get send to court but the only reason it doesn't make sense is because RS decided 'lol scene's looking like shit for perse, time to pull out another greek myth that makes everyone else look bad lololol' (also why isn't perse defending Artemis if she lovse all her frieinds so much? Like PLEASE RS STICK TO SMTH)

8. Where can we go to read the bonus chapter?

From OP: Currently, there’s not a way to read it online from what I’ve seen.

9. I don;t get how when the villagers murder perse's friends, they get killed, but when perse kills, she gets community service???

From OP: That’s because nymphs are more valued than humans. It’s kind of weird because in LO, nymphs are lower class and aren’t really treated with respect either. They’re like slightly above mortals in terms of importance.

10. if we reach episode 200 of LO and they're still not a couple i might actually lose it. true beauty and lets play are both dragged out too but even they both have more romance going on than dragging it out this much.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

11. FP TALK: So i had to catch myself up with the past episode of this and… my god i just remembered why the HELL I dropped it. So basically Hades found out from eavesdropping and then Persephone was technically FORCED to talk about it while Hades kept PUSHING IT!!! Only for him to become that pissed off and for Persephone to stop him from that form!? Bitch I would’ve told him that he’s overstepping boundaries. And for him to say “what doesn’t kill you make you stronger” to her??? B r u h, that turama doesn’t make you stronger, it hurts and it stays with you no matter what. Yes you can heal from it but yet Persephone is still healing, only for her to keep. Wing forced to talk about it??? That’s horrible and not what she would need to hear. Also why the hell do I sense a Apollo redemption?? I hate where this is going. Why did I pick this up again??😓

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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cheelduh · 3 years

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A Liar’s Bait

Pairing: Kaeya x fem!reader

Warnings: Idk fatui abuse? Also Aether gets his braid pulled don’t hate me. Also unedited asf.

Synopsis: There’s a hiccup in the elaborate plan you’ve concocted to rescue your friends, and said hiccup comes in the form of a handsome Cavalry Captain that doesn’t have the foggiest of clues as to what personal space is.

"Ah darling, I didn't know you'd be wondering about this late in the night." The charming cavalry captain, Kaeya, sang from behind you.

For a brief second, you froze in place, but not long enough for him to see through your motives. "Kaeya," You turned to him naturally, and spoke your next words like an actor revising a memorized script. "Have to return a book. You know how Lisa gets."

"At these ungodly hours?" He raised a brow, and you blinked away any remnants of sleep in your eyes at the mention of time.

Barely skipping a beat, you gave him an acknowledging smile. "I have some tasks to do tomorrow. It's better if I return it now." The book that is supposedly due tomorrow is waved hurriedly in the air, as if to exaggerate your point.

"Though it seems like Lisa has went home." He pointed out, cornering you against the brick wall, a knowing look in the deep pools of his eyes.

Of course you knew Lisa wasn't in. That was the entire base of your plan. There were a total of four knights on rotation at the headquarters. It was simple really, sneak into the library with your authority as trusted aide, and if push came to shove, an easy knockout would do.

However, Kaeya's sudden appearance put a hiccup through your plans. It would take more than a sock to the face to put him out of commission.

"Oh really?" You tilted your head in confusion, eyes widening, as you eyed him. "I probably should have came by earlier. Well then, I'll just have to put it on her desk with a note."

"You could trust it with me, and I'll return it tomorrow. Captain's word." He replied innocently, snatching the book from your fingers.

Archons, you absolutely did not have the time for this.

Aether and Paimon were waiting after all.

You decided not to shove a stick up his ass, and instead let your anger blow over silently.

"Your hands are clammy darling," Kaeya went on, flipping through the text just for show. "I can feel it on the book."

'Ew that's gross' You wanted to say, but decided to play his game instead.

"Guess I'm nervous." A forced a blush made its way onto your face. Okay maybe it wasn't forced, but you couldn't blame yourself for letting his subtle teasing get to you.

"Oh?" He feigned curiosity, letting the book close with a soft thud. "My presence often does that to people." The cocky undertone in his voice made you fantasize smacking his face a hundred times over.

"Of course," It was a struggle to not speak in a dry tone. "You are truly..." A small cough escaped your lips, and you tried to stumble upon the words, wishing upon barbatos that the flattering would work. "charming."

Kaeya's grin widened, all cat like, and for a brief moment you felt your heart stutter. He swooped in to cage you against the wall. "I didn't know you were so bold dear."

Before he could utter another flirtatious remark, you pushed yourself close to him, distracting him for a mere moment just to strategically slip the book into the safety of your arms. "Thanks but no thanks. I'll return the book myself."

With a swift duck under his arm, you made your way to HQ before a cold hand grabbed your shoulder. You ceased any movement and glanced over your shoulder, a frown made clear.

Kaeya narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not liking how you weren't becoming a bumbling idiot at his flirty behaviour like you usually did. You'd love to—but you just didn't have the time to deal with him, not when the fatui were breathing down your neck.

"I'll go with you." He said slowly, testing you for any reactions. Shit. He's on to you. "I can't let a pretty lady wander all alone. You might get lost."

Like hell you would. You knew everything about the damn base as if it were the back of your hand. Kaeya understood this as well, but instead, he opted to wake up every morning and choose to be a dickwad.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Lead the way."

Kaeya seemed satisfied at your reply, and slid his grip down from your shoulder, straight to your free hand. He walked in front of you, pulling you behind him like you were a clumsy toddler.

His gaze wasn't on you, so you took the chance to examine your surroundings, trying to find the presence that was tailing you.

Kaeya being this close to you wasn't looking good for you at all. The walls had eyes and ears, and the only way to apprehend the risk was by doing as they said. Only then would you get your opening.

Paimon...Aether...hold on a bit longer.

With a nod to the guards, Kaeya and you made your way in, stopping right in front of the library. With a puzzled expression on your face, you were about to question his intentions, until he readjusted his grip so that your fingers were intertwined.

You were sure your face was flushed in all kinds of colours by now.

"Shall we enter?" He asked you, mirth clear in his eyes.

The only signal you managed to give him was a quick nod.

The library smelled of dark oak and silk flowers. You briefly remembered Aether giving her the plant from his adventures back in Liyue. The bookshelves were decorated with intricate designs, filled with countless of books that had all earned their rightful place.

And you were about to steal one, summoning chaos into Lisa's beloved library. It would be you who might deliver an archived book straight into the hands of the very people who sought out violence in order to achieve power.

"I'll check it in for you," Kaeya let go of your hand after dragging you all the way to the front desk, only to outstretch it for the text you were gripping too hard.

"Oh yeah," You handed it to him—willingly this time. "thank you. I'll be looking around."

It was understood what you had to do. Easily finding the locked case from which you would slip the book into your clothes only to make a run for it wouldn't cut it.

The captain would make too much noise and track you down himself before you could get the chance to shove the book up the Fatui's ass, get Aether and Paimon their freedom back. Then once you'd ensure their safety, you'd beat the living shit out of the Fatui agents right after. It's not like you'd have a choice.

The whole reason you were in this whole mess was because you decided to help Aether out with his latest commission, which happened to be clearing out a hilichurl camp smack dab in the middle of a road. The camp blocked all imports and exports, proving to be a stick in the butt for the merchants of Monstadt.

You, oh helpful and kind you, assisted him with the task, seeing as you were walking back from a fishing trip.

Turned out that the hilichurl camp was a cover for a bunch of Knights of Favonious hungry Fatui agents who were hellbent on getting the one and only copy of a book Lisa had tucked away in the library.

While you two could've easily ended every single one of those shady bastards, enemy reinforcements came out of nowhere and dug their claws right into Aether.

At least that was the cover story.

Violà, a hostage situation was born.

They promised to let Aether go on one condition. If you obtained a book they had their eyes on for quite some time. But their promise had as much worth as Venti's word did when he told you that the drinks were on him.

They couldn't risk the Knights finding out. You were just another loose string that would be cut off along your two friends.

Locating the book and hiding it in your outfit undetected was as effortless as it could get. What was coming would not be.

"Darling," Kaeya called out to you, but his voice is different. More darker than usual. You didn't summon your spear just yet.

"I've finished up. Let's get going yeah?" His footsteps are light on the wooden planks of the floor, but his words are solid. Frozen even.

You breathed out, but refused to turn around.

"You know," He continued, halting next to your shoulder, leaning his sweet mouth down to your ear. His hot breath fanned against your neck, but you paid no heed. "A liar is no stranger to a liar."

You lunged to the side, spinning on your heel as your back hit the railing in the middle of the library. The captain reacted quickly by swiping the air, but ultimately failed to grab you as you gracefully tipped yourself over, landing right on your feet.

There was now a floor that separated the two of you. Just as you had intended.

The reflexes you showcased earned you a smooth-voiced chuckle, an amused smirk gracing his lips. He leaned against the ledge with both hands, bending down his upper body.

"Oh my. We've got ourselves a thief. You didn't think I wouldn't notice, right?" He contemplated, weapon materializing right then and there, ready to put on a good show. You could read him like a book just as he could you. "Can't believe you're such a naughty girl."

Despite his teasing tone, his eyes remained cold and calculating.

"Don't flatter yourself." You spoke monotonously, brushing a hand in the air. "The date stamp didn't match up right? Tight time frame, couldn't really think about the logistics."

Kaeya narrowed his eye shrewdly, offended. "I can't let you go you know."

"I don't need you to." You quipped, but then placed a finger on your chin. "On second thought I kind of do. How about a friendly transaction? I really don't want to fight you."

"And I do not wish to fight you, darling." Kaeya's face split into a viscous smile, a far less forgiving gaze meeting you halfway. This was your chance to tell him, he was giving you a generous opening to explain yourself.

You bit your lip, feeling the unknown presence yet again. The walls had eyes and ears. The walls had vengeful teeth that would dig into you the minute you'd let it slip.

"I need you to let me go." You clutched the leather of your gloves desperately, your prior confidence flickering. Begging was the only card you had left.

His hardened gaze on your form softened slightly, but disappeared almost instantly.

You didn't have to wait for him to voice his answer. It was as clear as day.

The captain didn't waste any more time when jumping over the ledge.

By the time Kaeya's feet made impact, your pole arm was already aimed and ready to strike.

"Let's dance."

After a tactical withdrawal, you found yourself taking tentative steps on the outskirts of Springvale. It wouldn't have been possible if Kaeya didn't let his guard down momentarily.

The cuts on your shoulder still stung, but it was difficult to spare any time towards the throbbing.

Why were you walking so slow? Did your plan not work? No, it should have. You calculated every risk. But why the hell were you prolonging the inevitable end?

It didn't matter. Either way, you'd get to sink your teeth into some unfortunate fatui agents, injecting them with centuries worth of pain.

The opening was nearby, you noted, the pathway familiar. You always were good with maps, oftentimes lending a hand to the certain young outrider with a bright smile and kind heart.

You allowed yourself to calm your erratic heartbeat, and slow your breathing as to get a clearer sense around you. There were two, but before there had been three. The third one revealed himself when you deployed your "return the book" scheme, flipping through the guidebook carefully to see if you left potential breadcrumbs.

Gnawing at your lip, you followed the trail, the world behind you quieting down to a silent whisper.

It seemed like forever when you reached the destination, halting your movements.

Your ears perked up at their footsteps before you could catch a glimpse of them, but made no sudden movements except for dropping the book on the ground as they had instructed.

It was odd that you felt as calm as you did. It could've been because of your confidence in your abilities, or perhaps, something else entirely.

The pyro agent appeared from one of the bushes, right after shoving a bruised and gagged Aether. Paimon came next, in a cage controlled by a fatui cicin mage who wore a wicked smile on her stupid face.

They managed to shut Paimon up real quick. You wondered what it took, but not for too long.

"Hey now," You grinned, but your fingernails were digging crescents in your palm. "I thought we agreed that no one gets hurt?"

"The traveller here is a real handful." The fatui agent hissed from under his mask, harshly yanking Aether by his braid.

Aether, immobile, scowled in discomfort and continued to struggle through his bounds.

You didn't acknowledge the blond nor the agent's words, alternatively choosing to nod your head to the book instead. "Here as promised."

The agent motioned to the Cicin mage, who walked forward in order to obtain the book safely. She handed it back to him, and he briefly flipped through it, seemingly satisfied.

Just like that, Aether was knocked down on his knees next to your feet, Paimon thrown like a sack of potatoes atop him. They were out of the red. Your signal to strike.

"Unfortunately, promises are beneath our pay grade." The agent placed a finger on his chin, as if in thought. "However, you prove to be a valuable asset."

"Oh really?" You piped, eyes crinkling in mock excitement. "I'm really glad a lowly fatui scum thinks so highly of me. It's truly an honour."

Said fatui agent glared knives straight through his mask.

"Kill them." He ordered, and the Cicin mage hummed a sound of delight, summoning her electro-flies or whatever the hell those things were called.

Your polearm took shape in the clutches of your left hand, a twisted grin plastered on your face.

"I'm gonna have so much fun tearing you apart." The bloodlust you emanated was enough to choke the air out of both the mage and agent.

Pouncing on your prey, you didn't give the mage a chance to scream before you landed a roundhouse kick straight to her ribs. She made a guttural choking sound, moving to clutch herself. You ended the move by twisting your weapon into the air to send a shattering hit straight to her temple.

Your blow successfully knocked her out, the kick back proving to be enough to send the pyro agent flying into a nearby tree.

"I really expected something more challenging." A pout formed on your lips, eyebrows furrowed. "Hopefully you can make up for what your mage lacked. If not, I'll be disappointed."

The agent chuckled painfully. "You won't get the chance. You can't take on all of us."

"All of you?" You questioned, tilting your head, eyes widening innocently. "Oh you mean those pesks that were tailing me? So sorry, but they're gone now."

"W-what?!" He sputtered, quick on his feet as he pulled out his knife, charging it with elemental energy. "How could you have—"

"How unfair," A low tone whistled, and Kaeya finally made an appearance, smiles and everything. "Don't give her all the credit. You're making me feel left out."

The pyro agent scattered around his flames, preparing to shake up the battle—

You lost your patience and picked up a decent sized rock, aimed for his nose, and sent a plunging attack.

The agent lost consciousness before he hit the ground.

"Oh come on!" Kaeya's dejected groan rang in your ears. "Could've let me have a turn."

"You already had your turn." You sent a pointed stare at him, bending down near the mage to wipe the blood of your pole arm with her clothes. "Two times if I recall."

He rolled his eyes playfully, forgetting the banter to go and free the traveller of his bounds.

—

"Let's me get this straight." Jean said with fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "You two roughed up some fatui agents without informing the knights, and put the traveller at risk." There's this look of disappointment in her face, but you're used to it by now.

Hanging around Kaeya sure had its ups and downs.

"Precisely. The folder on your desk has all the details. Enough proof to have them in our custody.” The cavalry captain nodded along, and it somehow made you feel like you were a kid being scolded after getting caught stealing cookies from the jar.

"It was an operation that the traveller agreed to," You declared so her brewing anger didn't overflow. "The perfect plan to catch them in the act. It was my idea. The captain didn’t really know until later.”

"Although I’m quite hurt you didn’t fill me in any sooner, I must say, watching those ignorant fatui diplomats scramble to try and find an explanation is going to be worth the wait.” He spoke with a hint of a smile.

The both of you fist bumped. Jean wasn't amused.

The acting grand master produced a stern glare. "Y/N, assist Lisa with anything she needs for the rest of the week. And the Cavalry Captain here won't be going out on patrols any time soon."

That was a clear lie, but Jean had to keep up appearances after all. What kind of acting grand master would she be if she didn't at least pretend to have some sort of authority over her two trouble-making subordinates.

With a dramatic sigh, you spun on your heel to leave.

“Hey Y/N,” Jean called out, and you tilted your head, wanting to know if she changed her mind and decided to make your punishment worse. “Good work today. That will be all.” She avoided eye contact, feigning deeper interest in the pileup on her desk.

After the "briefing”, as Kaeya liked to call it, you found yourself outside of HQ with him right on your tail.

"Not too shabby for a day's work." He winked, smoothing out his words. "I must say, I'm quite impressed with how this went. Didn't expect you to put so much faith in me.”

"How did you get my signal anyways?" You snorted. "The entire scheme was off the bat. I had to wink at the traveller like five times to get him to showcase a crappy fight stance and become my fake hostage. Dense little guy.”

There was a momentary pause before Kaeya enlightened you with an answer.

"You hate reading, and you're irresponsible." He pointed out cheekily, poking at your nose. You scrunched your nose and turned away, cheeks warming. "The abyss would freeze over before you ever read a book, let alone steal one. That’s several red flags for me.”

He kept going, finding the topic of this to be quite interesting. “Not to mention returning the “Code of Conduct” handbook.” The relentless teasing was one of the reasons why you dreaded work,

"Gee thanks." You remarked unceremoniously. “I didn’t need your help at all. You just love sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

"Aww don't be so low spirited." He suspended your movements by curling an arm around your waist. "Let me treat you for a job well done darling." His hot breath fanned your ear, lips teasingly close.

Dammit dammit...why does he have to be so close!

"That's unfair." Paimon screeched from thin air, scaring the living daylights out of you. "After all the traveller and I have been through, don't we deserve a treat as well?!"

Kaeya laughed apologetically, cold hand never leaving your hips. "Of course. The honorary knight has been quite the help. Now let’s get moving, we're not frozen in place, after—"

A smack on the arm shut him up real quick.

#kaeya x reader #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x you #genshin impact oneshot #aether #Paimon

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dystopiandilfs · 3 years

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God not to be bitter as all hell, but I’m so glad that people are finally talking about ranboo. He’s always kind of pissed me off, and half the time I have no idea why. At the very best of times I think he can be funny and charming, and at the very worst, he is annoying, boring, and downright grating.

I can’t tell you how much I hate his style of roleplay. He relies ONLY on monologuing his thoughts, which would be fine, if he was good at it. But there is zero subtlety or nuance in any of his rping. Which, ok, not to be too harsh, I mean it is minecraft roleplay, no one is a master actor. But take Tommy’s exile arc for example, it still blows me away (imo) how well he handled his character’s response to the manipulation and abuse, not to mention the themes of suicide and ptsd, and just how the general pacing of the overall arc was so understandable and easily digestible to watch.

But ranboo is out here being praised for ‘the best acting on the smp’. No way. The absolute worst part to me is his dialogue. It’s not always horrible, but he has this crutch thing where I feel like he thinks he needs to constantly fill the silence with talking, but he doesn’t know what to say next, so he’ll just repeat everything he says multiple times. The worst offender I can think of rn is the panic room thing after lmanburg got blown up (Jan 5).

I just looked up a clip, and while I thought having Dream “be there” but not really be there was awesome, everything else was just an 18 min video of ranboo taking to himself. Which I get it, he was hysteric, he was trying to portray his hysteria. But that doesn’t change the fact that I feel like ranboo just talks in circles without actually going anywhere. I remember watching it live and clicking off bc I was so frustrated. And I felt the same about his latest big lore stream, especially with his convo with Sam outside the prison, just like ‘get to the point!!’ Lmao.

And I feel like that 100% bleeds over into his sense of humor. Like when he had hinted at traveling and then had his late night stream and chat was loosing their shit the whole time. Ranboo played along for fucking ever, I can’t tell you the amount of times he sarcastically went “nooo... of course I’m not in the UK, that would be ridiculous.” Like, shut up!! Talk about something else! It’s not funny anymore! Anyway, I guess my point is I think that ranboo’s sense of humor relies too heavily on either repeating the punchline, or just, not even having a punchline at all and instead over explaining the setup (or impersonating either technoblade or John mulaney’s speaking pattern—but that’s a whole different argument lol).

Ranboo does drag bits on for a fucking while. Like some are fine but others he isn't clear enough that it's a joke and some of his toxic fans obviously have a bad reaction (this is about his boring bit about not being in MCC) like by all means I don't care that he rattles on about the UK trip as long as you make it clear it's a joke not the whole "chat I'm joking" then immediately going "I'm not joking" like put a bit of text on the corner of the stream to clarify.

People who say Ranboo is the best actor very clearly only watch Ranboo and Techno. /j

The amount of clip channels I've seen condense down Ranboo's 3 hour lore streams into 15 minutes really shows how much he rambles. Like I understand rambling my ADHD makes it very hard to not repeat yourself however when it's lore the dramatic effect is really lost when you say "no oh no please not again" 8 times in one minute. Like have a notepad next to you with a rough script. Like I used to take theatre and my biggest issue was that if I didn't have a guide I would just go on repeating myself until someone stopped me.

#EvangelineNeg

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a-collection-of-villainous-aus · 3 years

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Coffee Shop au part four

(Segment one of three)

If I forget to tag something important please tell me.

(Present day)

(Small warning Acylius does use those he tortures for food for other demons and non mortal creatures to consume so if you have a problem with that then um just keep scrolling I guess ^^; )

What was this…that strange feeling of disappointment at seeing Black Hats chair being vacant; after all he’d only been there twice so it was not as if he was a regular customer, especially as they’d only been open for two days.

Why should the old demon stay until closing time anyway, just because he did it on the first day didn’t mean he’d do it again today, he had no reason to stay…Black Hat had been rather forward though, kissing him like that, not that he was complaining but , he wasn’t one to just play around and be used.

Friends with benefits was one thing, at least you knew where you both stood, and yet still, why did it feel so familiar, an old dream perhaps, after all who didn’t at least have one wet dream about the great Black Hat doing sordid things to your body right.

Especially with tentacles, while wearing priest robes.

Yes he had his kinks, but damn you if you tried to shame him for them.

He huffed, shoulders going slump, no this was ridiculous , feeling sad just because that idiot of a Gremlin just upped and left without so much as a good bye, Hat didn’t owe him anything and he didn’t owe Hat anything either.

Clearly he was crazy, he had finally fucking lost it, thinking of The Great Lord Black Hat owing him a good bye and a kiss on the cheek as if they were lovers, he’d just met the bastard.

No he needed to either relax or worry if the destroyer of worlds was going to ruin his café that’d he’d always wanted with his mischievous downright evil antics.

Acylius was currently grinding up their latest victim, a man who’d been abusing Nicodemus’s workers (don’t worry if you don’t know who that is I won’t be bringing him into this unless I need him for like filler scenes)

Body parts in neat piles on the counter top, ‘pork’ pies were on the menu tomorrow, this was Black Hat’s island so even the people knew some places the menu would cater to demons so if they saw the chalk was in red they knew it was demon cuisine, though of course there was always the daring person who’d ask for it anyway in which a waiver definitely had to be signed.

Hey, wasn’t going to be Acylius’s problem if they decided to off themselves on food that probably wasn’t for human consumption.

This particular man had been a pig and he was serving sow next week.

Vile beings needed to meet a vile end.

This was going to be a long night, he could manage though, at best he could manage on two nights of sleep during the week.

Currently the head of the meat sack was animated and still alive, the man was so far gone he’d reached that point of acceptance that this was happening and nothing could be done, so seeing his body being prepped for pastries and such was more amusing than anything.

“I’m a Legion demon Jake, that’s your name right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, anyway as I was saying I’m a Legion demon in this day and age that means nothing to most unless you are perhaps ancient or still follow the old ways, I have nothing to offer thee Great Lord Black Hat.”

Jake watched as the demon deboned, removed a hand and of his shaved one of his arms before washing it down to make sure all the hair was gone before slapping it into the mince meat maker.

“Last I heard your kind was like some kinda lucky charm right dude?”

“Yes, but he does not need that from me, if we did anything he would be interested in me for all of five minutes and bail, he is all shadows and darkness, I will literally spend weekends in my boxers eating cheese puffs if the week has been hard enough, hardly a turn on for someone like Black Hat.”

Acylius snapped while working on another piece.

“I dunno, some beings like to see their partners being able to feel that chill around them, but hey that’s just my jam you know, anyway stop whining, this guy is old as shit right, you don’t know, your Legion demon shit might actually put a huge boner in his pants.”

Jake taunted, smirking as he watched his killer bristle up, oooo hooo sensitive much.

You know those scenes in anime’s where the other character suddenly gets really tall, shadows where their eyes should be and their hair seems to just be blowing in the wind and there’s that broken glass sound sometimes.

That’s Acylius’s reaction as his mouth turns into a ground out grin that’s splitting wider and wider along where the scars are, ironically that injury is the reason he can smile this wide now when the demon in him starts to show.

Jake was going to die, he was already he dead he knew it so why not torment him just a little more and get it over with

“Awww no I know what it is baby demon, you want a daddy you can suckle on and-

Acylius brought the meat tenderiser down on Jake’s head repeatedly until there was only pulp left, brain matter and blood were splattered across his apron with a few deep scarlet streaks going across his cheek, how brightly the red stood out against the snow white skin.

He was staring at the mess he’d made, panting softly, pupils thin and biting his lip, alright maybe he’d enjoyed that a little too much, he frowned though when he saw the pies had been covered to, well perhaps they would still be salvageable.

Scraping the remains of the head into the bin marked biohazard he pulled the bag out and set it down getting rid of other pieces he no longer required, tomorrow non human waste disposal would be picking up the remains anyway.

Demencia had caught the show and was leaning on the door.

“Looks like you got a little too into that Lulu, sure you don’t want to tenderise me on the surface.”

(NOTE, Acylius’s nick name Lulu was made last year in November 2019 because my friend had trouble pronouncing his name, so I tried to think of a name that he’d only let close friends and loved ones call him and that’s where that comes from, not Helluva boss, just thought I’d point that out as there’s a Lulu world and Loo Loo land)

“Not now Demencia, I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”

Acylius ran his fingers through his hair, regretting it once he remembered oh yeah covered in blood; a shower would definitely be needed before bed.

“Ah I see, so the head got sassy huh?”

Flug, because yes reminder Acylius is Doctor Flug, paused at the backdoor and pouted

“Might have, he also said some very offensive words that I did not appreciate.”

Demmy folded her arms, shaking her head and smiling

“Well you showed that head who’s boss, now hurry up binch I want my cookies and hot chocolate, it’s late.”

Flug lovingly gave her the finger as he walked out the door while telling her she had two hands she could do it herself.

The back alley was dimly lit, not that he couldn’t see or choose to focus his vision to see clearer but sometimes it was nice just to appreciate light that softly glowed and curled around corners to take in the world in all different ways and settings…oh he missed rain, there hadn’t been any in nearly two months now, he missed how things glowed, street lamps became brighter and car lights so red and vibrant against the grey trailing along winding roads of shimmering black.

Perhaps it would soon when the snow had melted, he’d go for a long drive and listen to the rain hitting the roof of his car, patting against the windows, listening to the quiet tick, tick, tick of the vehicle when he switched on the indicator.

Yeah just drive out the middle of nowhere, strip down and run in the rain or just let it soak into his clothes as his breath streamed out in wispy clouds…

Ears twitching he heard a late party of drunks making their way home, he watched them pass by, they were completely unaware of him, if he were perhaps a rabid sort of demon they would be easy pickings, but that was not his game, at least not tonight, there was no scent that told him a wrong doing had been done, just a group of friends heading home for bed.

Snow had fallen in the tracks left by the bustling day life of the people around here and now in the silence he wondered was he lonely, Demencia’s offers had sometimes had been all too tempting simply out of need for comfort and to be close to someone, sometimes it seemed she needed it just as much as he did when they’d just lean on each other and complain about their day.

Looking up he found someone watching him from the shadows, well more saw a pair of eyes, completely yellow, no white to be seen, oranges and reds, as if he were looking at the sun, shivering as a breeze rolled through he pulled down his sleeves, goose bumps rising, a tingling down his spine, just the little things that reminded him he was alive, he was not afraid of what lingered in the shadows, there was no sense of danger.

Perhaps they were a Legion fan , someone caught off guard by his appearance, after all Flug knew his scars could be quiet unsettling to some people…though come to think of it he did sense an air of fear about this being, still they were wide and unmoving.

Really the sensible thing to do would be to just go inside and ignore this creature, yet something kept him there a longing to talk to it, placing the garbage into the bins he smiled just a little

“You know stranger, you remind me of someone…someone I feel like I should know.”

Acylius’s ears lay flat as he heard them softly whimper, it sounded so sad.

“I am sorry, I was not being offensive I assure you, this person I speak of was very kind, at least he was in the dream, I dreamt when I was little , funnily enough a night like this, Mother had locked me out…”

He held one hand in the other looking at them, fingers curling around his thumb

“My fingers were so cold and red I could barely feel them, or the rest of myself to be honest…heh you probably do not want to hear the tired ramblings of an out of date demon.”

“No, please continue.”

There was silence again, that whispered voice, it comforted him, made him feel at ease, this indeed truly was a strange day.

“Mother had locked me out, I didn’t cry or beg her to let me back in, I knew she would not open the door, so I laid down cheek to the snow, despite being almost numb my face burned, my face…”

Tracing along his scars as he recalled the moment could not help but wince

“I had to be careful still they had barely healed by that point, but I remember how good the cold felt on them, red and angry they seemed to only be satisfied when pressed to the freezing earth, I knew that night or at least believed I was going to die and…I was alright with that until I saw a pair of eyes just like yours.”

Acylius took a step forward only stopping when he saw this being step back

“They were gold, I thought they were so beautiful , I thought maybe the angels we were told about were not so bad if they could come for something like me, his claws hands reached down for me but I didn’t see his face, all I heard was that I was coming home with him and his name…his name was…”

Acylius held his head in his hands, scrubbing them down his face

“His name was Cruentus.”

When he looked back at where the eyes had been there was only darkness, the demon in the dark had disappeared so quickly he wondered for a moment if they’d even been there.

No, nope, nope, that dream was not real, that being was not Cruentus, it was all coincidence and he was just exhausted, yes that was it, perhaps he should sleep tonight, or maybe he’d snacked on too much of Jake while he was working, or had too many sugary treats either way, it was pies in the fridge and off to bed.

Opening the back door he locked it behind him, ignoring the fact Demencia was chomping on one of the pies, after all she knew what was in them if she wanted to eat it that was up to her, his mind was elsewhere.

“Mmmm you tenderized this one good, Legs, nice and juicy.”

Usually her friend would react to that name, at least grunt or gently nudge her and tell her not to call him that, something was clearly bothering Acylius.

“Legs?”

Demencia asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, only for him to turn and pick her up by the front of her shirt, snarling as he did so

“Do not call me that name!”

Looking down at him, Demencia could really see something wasn’t right here, was he remembering something to do with that name, like it had always annoyed him, but that glare, the disheveled hair and fangs all bared …honestly in another situation he would be hot as fuck…alright she was already thinking he looked hot as fuck but this was not the time or place.

Touching Acylius’s face lightly, she watched as his ears flicked, his breathing was ragged, his eyes returning from being solid blue to having pupils and irises again, her hands were warm and comforting and he found himself leaning into them, lips pressed against her palm…she was there to ground him in his bad moments and he could never thank his friend enough for that.

“You mind setting me down you tree.”

Demencia laughed softly.

He carefully set her back down and pulled her in for a hug

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I would never hurt you, never.”

Nuzzling against his chest and wrapping her arms around him, patting his back

“Hey, hey now, none of that you dumb tree, I know you have gaps in your memory, did you remember why do you don’t like that name?”

“Hate, I don’t just dislike that name, I hate it…all I can hear is someone called Vincent and they make me curl up and die, I have no face only a voice, if I ever heard it…I would know…”

Flug was quiet, taking in just how small she was against him, reminding him how small most were against him like this, his talons formed, slowly stroking her hair, playing with the fuchsia overlay, down to her neck where it faded to lime green, such an interesting choice of colours to wear in ones hair.

“You already know I just appeared back into existence, as if the world itself birthed me, I was somewhere forgotten…and seeing Black Hat today, I think…no it is a stupid notion to think he could see me as anything.”

He kissed the top of her head, thankful that she had not let go, Demencia was the one being who never seemed to be afraid of him, who he knew he could trust and rely on in these moments where memories were trying to break through the surface and suffocated when they could not make it.

“I am a Legion demon, no more than a trinket in the end, I am a nothing in his world and I am okay with that, I have a nice peaceful life and a coffee shop just like I always wanted…”

He sat with her on the counter, as she sat on one of his thighs

“This is just a hug, you don’t need more right?”

Demmy enquired, slightly hopeful because who didn’t want to climb him, honestly, he was an idiot for not seeing he didn’t need to be some grand demon to be wonderful.

“Yes, just a hug…I wish I could say I grew up in a loving home with Christmases like in the movies, that I could tell you my life’s story, talk about a time I scraped my knee when I was small and had a mother who put cute cat plasters on me just because I like cats.”

She listened and let him stroke her hair, it’d always calmed him to pet soft things, so perhaps she might use shampoos that were just a little pricier than she’d usually buy simply to make sure her hair was soft for these broken moments no one else saw.

Even though he was not sobbing, made no notion he was crying, the damp warmth on her shoulder told her otherwise.

“I want to tell you the times my Father took me for ice cream, my first kiss with the person I fell in love with, something…anything, but there’s nothing there.”

She listened attentively until he had nothing left to say, carefully taking his hand from her scalp; Demencia held his face and looked at him

“Damn Sillyus, they really did send you back with nothing more than a leaflet.”

“I suppose, but I have so much to thank you for, when you found me on that street, I only remembered enough to get by, to survive, but you helped me to settle into this time and be a part of the modern world.”

Acylius kissed her forehead before pressing his to hers, eyes closed as he whispered

“I’m so tired of being lost, of being unsure of what I am, who I am, I just want to bake, make coffee and kill people in my basement, I think fortune smiled on me for a moment when you found me, I think I might just give you the world if you asked.”

“Awww come on dude, sounds like a love confession here, I have bills to pay off and knew there was a darker side in me, you’re the Sweeny to my Lovett.”

She teased fondly, lightly smacking the back of his head, smiling as he managed a laugh

“I guess I could agree platonically with that.”

“But honestly Slender Man, babe if you wanted to plant your tentacles and leave your seed in me I wouldn’t say no.”

Acylius rolled his eyes and shook his head, using a tea towel to wipe his face

“Honestly woman you are bloody hopeless.”

“Yeah but you love me all the more for it.”

She grinned punching him playfully on the shoulder

“Perhaps I do, but I am not as hot as you like to say I am, I hide my face, I hate when people look at my scars and pity me.”

Demmy raised a brow and climbed off of his leg, flicking his forehead

“I know you like to hide your face behind glamour and tricks but you’re beautiful even if you don’t see it dumbass, I’m starting to wonder what the fuck happened outside that had you coming back in as if someone stole your last apple crown and there’ll never be another one again on the face of the planet.”

She put the kettle on and took out the upside down pineapple cake; this was definitely a cake and tea situation

“First of all, do not say such blasphemous things, life would not be worth living without apple crowns, second of all…I think, I know I said there’s nothing there but I think I might have had a memory about my childhood involving Cruentus.”

Demencia nearly dropped the mug she was holding, setting it down she turned to face him

“Holy fucking shit, you mean thee fucking Cruentus, Hellhound butler, Hell Knight, works for the brooding clearly wants you to nail his ass Black Hat, that Cruentus…ahh I hear he has eyes like the fucking sun.”

Acylius gave her a deadpan look, hands on hips as he stood, looming over her, trying to look seriously only for it to falter

“You Demmy are just horny on main.”

“So what if I am? Gonna call me a slut like my last partner?”

She swatted away his playfully prodding hand.

“No, I never understood why it’s perfectly fine for men to have as many partners as they wish but seen as something terrible when a woman just wants to enjoy her life the same way, society is mad…also no more jokes on Black Hat you wicked beastie.”

Demencia would be lying if she didn’t admit his ability to shift from one mood to the other sometimes made her head spin, but it was clear he’d needed that moment to talk, shrugging she turned back to the kettle

“Alright, alright I’ll behave at least for now, I mean it’s clear the big bad doesn’t want you, how could he possibly want you…even though anyone with eyes could see he kept checking you out and every single coffee you brought him in hopes your stupid number was on it somewhere.”

Demencia couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at his sounds of huffing and frustration and heard him sit at the table, she did know there was stories, legends really by this point of Cruentus having a son, but you literally had to pour through footnotes and any books that might have had more information had been removed from shelves and privatized under the order of Black Hat himself.

End of segment one

(I'll try and type up segment two tomorrow)

#Paperhat #Platonic paperlizard #Mild cannibalism #villainous #Villainous au #Blood #Gore #Coffee shop #Present day

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kweebtrash · 4 years

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Smut Prompt 80

JaehyunxReader

Fluff, slight angst, slight smut

1.4k words

Features: snuggling, cockwarming, kissing/caressing

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80: “I don’t know if it’s a sexual thing or not.”

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun whispered softly. I’m sure he had noticed the way I was clutching my cell phone and sniffling as I read through the contents of the incoming text message. I had stared at the letters until they had become nothing but blurs behind the wateriness of my eyes.

“I-it’s nothing...” I failed to hide the wavering in my voice.

He wrapped an arm around my waist tighter, keeping me as the little spoon in the confines of his small bed. “You’re basically crying and staring at your phone. Is it another dog video? You know, it’s not supposed to be emotional when puppies run-”

“No, it’s not puppies.” He knew that I had always been emotional over adorable animal videos and had to deal with me viciously sobbing and yelling for him to look at corgi running on their stumpy legs or something of that nature. I only wished that was the case this time. “It’s just...it’s something going on with an old childhood friend of mine. She’s not doing to well.”

“Shit.” He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at me. “Why didn’t you tell me? Did you know before we-?” He gestured vaguely to our naked bodies beneath the comforter that had been in a refractory period for awhile. “You could’ve have told me to stop. I would have-”

I shifted myself around to face him, laying my head on his warm broad chest. “Jae, I didn’t know until just now. You’re fine. The sex was great as usual.”

“Well now you’re sad and you being sad makes me sad.” He kissed the top of my head as he pet my hair back, his lengthy fingers combing through my after sex hair with still some relative ease. “Is it an illness?”

I nodded. “I dont think she’s going to make it...” I replied though the words were muffled by his chest as well as another round of sobs that were threatening to spill out.

“Angel...I’m so sorry.”

I smiled solemnly. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Things happen, just at the worst possible timing.”

Jaehyun laid back to rest his head on the pillows, keeping an arm around my shoulders. His protectiveness was already starting to kick in. He had been that way since we had first met in university but it gained traction when he finally asked me out. Seeing me in pain, or sad, or even hurt as the result of the rare times we had an argument, would put him in a state of apologetic despair and empathy. He wouldn’t leave my side or let me go. I was forever in his arms to be met with his love and affection in a way I never experienced before. He was almost too perfect of a prince charming to be true and I would have questioned if he was real if it weren’t for the fact that he was so socially awkward and almost incapable of not spacing out at the worst times. His dorkiness made him that much more perfect to me and I was grateful that his stupid beautiful face was something i got to kiss every night.

“I wish there was something more I could do to help.”

“You being here with me is enough. I don’t feel as lonely as I would be if you weren’t.”

He sighed softly and set his hand over mine that rested on his toned stomach. Gently, he interlocked our fingers, seeming to dwarf mine instantly. His thumb brushed against the back of my hand. “I would never leave you lonely. Swear on it.”

“I know, you big softie.” Our eyes met then and he leaned towards me to place a sweet kiss on my lips then butted his forehead against mine. He scrunched his nose like a little rabbit, making me finally giggle in my moment of bleakness. Though my heart continued to be heavy, he was slowly adding light back into it. For the moment I could ease the heaviness around me though i’m sure it would return soon. But he would be there for me every step of the way. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft drum of his heartbeat. I was almost lulled into sleep when i heard the sweetness of his voice forming into the melody of the latest song that had caught his attention. His voice was nothing but comfort. Even as he sang carelessly his pitch and tone was perfect and angelic. Discovering his talent was a surprise and yet when he would share it with me my heart stopped. The song filled me with nothing but warmth and i squeezed his hand tighter. My mind was swirling now and went into a frenzy where he buried his face in my hair and shifted the lyrics into a whisper. “Jae?” I asked, though I hated to interrupt.

“Hmm?”

“Is it okay if maybe um...you...could like...possibly go back inside me and just stay there?”

His eyes that had closed during his miniature concert opened wide in confusion. “Um...like right now? I thought you were feeling down. isn’t that weird? To do that while you’re sad?”

“I don’t know if it’s a sexual thing or not. I mean, i know in the physicality of it, it is. However, when we do it it’s just more so...intimate. It makes me feel like i’m connected to you, like you’re protecting me even more. I’m sorry. This is probably so strange.” I didn’t dare look at him now as i was reeking of embarrassment.

“No, no! I didn’t mean to shame you or anything. I mean, i kind of feel the same way. I get all those dumb warm and gushy feelings.” He chuckled.

“Now you’re just making it gross.” I teased playfully.

“You’re the one who wanted it first!” He smiled and shifted me on top of him. I held onto his broad shoulders as i dipped my head low so our lips could meet. The smooth tenderness of his lips caressed mine, sending small shivers down my spine. No matter what I had been feeling, a simple kiss melted away my worries as I clutched onto him harder. Jaehyun adjusted me so my hips settled above him. He set the pace of the tentative grinding, still unsure of my feelings though I knew I wanted him to continue. The softness of his cock deviated into hardness little by little with the accompaniment of my own growing wetness. His lips parted and his tongue delved into my mouth, coaxing moans out of me. The sides of my torso were showered with heated caresses that spread to the small of my back and down to my ass which he cupped rather roughly. He hiked me up higher on his body so the tip of his head could rock through my lower lips and tease my clit. He followed my moan with a low grunt of his own and my ears perked up at the sound.

I loved the way he sounded and even if the intent wasn’t to drive him into another round of thigh aching sex, i still wanted to hear how well I was making him feel. He parted away from me for a moment to lap at my bottom lip before giving it a teasing bite. “You’re eager now.” I mumbled and shifted my head to nuzzle the crook of his neck.

“Just eager to please as always. Anything for my angel.”

A sweet heat scattered across my cheeks and i hit his chest gently. “S-shut up.”

He chuckled lowly and set his large hand between us. “Open.” He commanded with such docility.

I spread my thighs a little wider, allowing him room to flow back inside me like he had been just an hour or two ago. I lost time when I was with him but now that we were connected again nothing mattered. It was just me and him, arms wrapped around one another tight and an inevitable sleep in our future. I could forget about the bad things until morning came and he would embrace me all over again.

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You’re Always 16 Hours Ahead

Summary: Killian Jones never expected to hit it big, but the opportunity of a lifetime pulls him away from home and the woman he pines for. Can a friendship that just might be more survive a concert world tour?

(With wide eyes and faith

That life could never pull us apart if we were ok

But distance kills the best of intentions…)

(~2.6K. Rated T for language. Also on AO3)

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A/N: I’m so excited to share my contribution to the @csconcertseries! This is an idea I’ve had for a long time, and I’m excited to finally bring it to life. This is inspired by “Jet Lag” by Frank Turner, and also includes references to “Polaroid Picture,” “Get Better,” and “Plain Sailing Weather.” I’ve definitely been blasting his stuff all month long and dragging other people with me (looking at you, @thejollyroger-writer). Super thanks, as always, to @snidgetsafan for her beta talents.

Without further ado: Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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POP PRINCESS ANNOUNCES WORLD TOUR

Great news, Fairy Fans: Wildly popular pop music star Tink is planning a world tour. The international exhibition will be undertaken to promote her latest album, “Neverland No More”. Tink will be joined on her tour by recent up-and-comer Killian Jones, who will serve as her opening act. Jones has captured the world’s ear with his recent hit single, “Green Eyes,” which continues to climb the pop charts. A full schedule of planned concerts can be found at…

September 17th

Dear Emma,

I know it’s only been a few days, but I already miss you and Henry. Los Angeles is loud, and congested, and so much unlike Storybrooke that it scares me a little. But when that happens, I try to remember our bench on the docks, and it helps ground me. I’ve got a picture of us out there taped to the inside of my guitar case, just as a reminder that even if everything changes, I’ve always got something to come home to.

You didn’t think I was kidding when I said I’d write, did you? Mark my words, I intend to write you from every stop. To hell with blocking or setup or rehearsals or whatever, I’ll be sitting on an amp backstage writing you.

You must tell me everything, Swan - don’t you dare get skimpy with the details in your next email! I know it’s been less than a week, but I’m sure there’s something from the gossip mill. Has Liam secured a new Friday act yet? I’m sure he won’t find anyone nearly as talented (or handsome!) as yours truly, but I can’t imagine he and Robin are leaving that slot open in my honor. Tell me, how much do you think he’ll groan if I send back a signed world tour poster?

I’ve got to go - something about the lights. Such is the life of a rock star, isn’t it?

Your own personal celebrity (and best friend),

-Killian

September 19th

Liam -

Brother, you’ve got to stop calling every few hours. I know you’re bored and your life is empty without me, but this is getting ridiculous. Half the road crew thinks you’re my father. Do you intend to run up your phone bill when the tour crosses the ocean? I love you, but please don’t go broke on my behalf. Now is the time to wean yourself off me.

All teasing aside, I do appreciate the calls, not to mention everything else. If you hadn’t insisted on making those demo tapes and forcing me to Boston and any venue or bar that would take me, I wouldn’t be here today.

You’d have been so proud to see me - I must have been sweating gallons, but I got up on stage in front of that massive crowd and I did it, sang my pieces. The noise of all those people practically shakes your bones, Liam - and that wasn’t even half the noise that Tink elicited! I don’t know how she does it. I suppose I’ll find out, though, won’t I? After all, this is my big break, as long as I don’t screw it up too badly.

I’m sure I’ll talk to you later - in the meantime, say hello to the lads for me.

-Killian.

P.S. Keep an eye on Emma and Henry for me, would you? I know you’ve already promised, but I worry. I owe you one, brother.

October 2nd

Emma -

Hello from Seattle! It is just as rainy as promised, and I’ve lost count of the coffee shops. Part of that might be the Starbucks, though. I swear, they’re like a plague, popping up all over the place.

The tour is still going well. I might even get used to this tour bus life! I miss you all, of course - my love especially to Henry - but it’s exhilarating, getting up on stage every night in front of so many people. The crowds are huge, Swan, larger than I ever could have imagined. I know they’re mostly here for Tink, but there’s always applause and a handful of people singing along to my songs, and it’s the best kind of adrenaline. Leaves me with an itch in my fingers and a new song stuck in my head. I’ll work it out later.

I’m so happy to hear that Henry is doing so well in kindergarten; he’s always been a little social butterfly. I’ll bet that he makes tons of friends; I’m glad he loves it so far. I’ll call soon, I promise.

Yours,

-Killian

October 20th

Swan -

Happy Birthday, darling! Technically, I’m mailing this a few days early, but I hope it’ll reach you just in time. I’m sorry to be missing the festivities this year - just know that I’ll be thinking of you all day, wishing I was there to celebrate with you. Keep an eye out for a package or two - and before you even try to protest that I don’t need to, they’re just little things, love. Stuff that made me think of you. Tokens of my affection, if you will. It’s your birthday, anyways - live a little! Let us spoil you for once.

Texas is… less than impressive. Large? Yes, in a way that feels almost performative. It’s missing some kind of charm, at least to me. Then again, I’ve never been much for cowboy hats; maybe that’s the real problem, here. Regardless, I’d gladly take the northeast fall colors any day.

Make a good wish, alright? I hope the year to come is as wonderful as you are.

Yours,

-Killian

November 26th

Dear Henry -

Happy Thanksgiving! Did you have a good holiday? Did Granny make enough macaroni and cheese for you to eat your fill? I know that’s your favorite.

Thank you for watching the parade! I was really excited to be in it too. Sadly, the powers that be wouldn’t let me take home the Snoopy balloon for you, but I did manage to get a couple of handfuls of confetti for you. It should be inside this envelope. You would have loved it, Henry - the confetti was flying everywhere and I saw so many really cool floats up close and personal. We’ll maybe have to go together in a couple of years, aye? We’ll ask your mum.

Draw lots and lots of turkeys for me, little mate - I know you’re really good at that. And give your mum and Liam a great big hug for me!

Love,

-Killian

CELEBRITY FILE EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH EVERYONE’S NEW FAVORITE HEARTTHROB - KILLIAN JONES

… In researching this piece, I heard over and over about how personal Jones’ lyrics were, how well they captured every feeling and variation of being in love. Every fan out there seems to feel like his words are written just for them, like a window into their soul. So when I finally met with the man himself, I couldn’t help but ask: Was there anyone who inspired such lyrical devotion? Some woman - or man! - in his own life who inspired such moving words?

“You know, the thing I’ve always liked in listening to music on my own is being able to recognize a little bit of myself in someone else’s words,” Jones told me in response to the question. “It always made me feel a little less alone - a little more connected to other people, I guess, to hear that they experienced or saw things the same way I do. It’s very rewarding to hear that people feel the same way about my music. I’m of the opinion that music should be a universal experience, and when I write, I write words that I hope other people can see a bit of themselves in.”

Something about that blush and the nervous scratch behind his ear that fans know so well tells me he’s holding out on us…

December 11th

Dearest Swan -

The holidays have crept right up on us, haven’t they? Do us both the favor of imagining me singing that sickly-sweet “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” nonsense, because it’s true. December 20th. Mark your calendar, and don’t blame me if I fall asleep on the car ride home from the airport. It’s all this travel, you see - takes it right out of you. You can’t blame a man for that, love.

(Also, please ignore that I’ll be flying in from Chicago. I still plan to claim jet lag. That one hour difference, love, it’s a real killer.)

Is there anything in particular that Henry especially wants this year? I’ve done my best to pick up things for you and Liam and everyone else, but I know the lad’s tastes change practically hour to hour, and he’s probably got a whole list stashed somewhere. I want to get him something he’ll really like instead of just wandering through the toy store in a panic, if at all possible.

Counting the hours until I see you again,

-Killian

January 8th

Emma -

I don’t even know where to start. How can I properly apologize for what happened at New Year’s? I struggle, because I can’t truthfully say that I regret it. I don’t think I’ve made it a secret all these years that I’m helplessly enthralled by you and everything you are. There are words - big words, three words - that rattle around in my heart every day, but I know you’re not willing to hear them yet. I’ll be here, love, whenever you’re ready.

I know you’re scared, Emma, but I’m begging you - just talk to me. We can forget all about this, if that’s what you want, but you’ve got to talk to me. Every day I don’t hear from you is just a little bit harder. I’ll follow your lead, whatever you say.

You’ll always be my best friend, Swan - no matter what else happens.

-Killian

January 20th

I kissed her, Liam.

I’m sorry; that’s not much of a way to start a letter is it? How are you? Everything going well?

But I’m sorry, I’ve got to talk about this and get it off my chest. Because I kissed her, Liam. Emma. I kissed Emma. And then it kind of… all went to shit. I guess that’s just like me, isn’t it? Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather, and I can turn it to stormy seas.

And I know where she’s coming from, really - I know better than almost anyone about how she’s been left behind too many times. As much as it hurts to have this sudden radio silence, I know she’s just trying to protect herself. But I love her, Liam. I’ve loved her forever. This isn’t just “distance makes the heart grow fonder,” or something stupid like that. I should have acted a long time ago. I should have done a thousand different things, but here we are.

If you have any ideas of how to fix this, please, let me know. I hope you’re having a happier new year than I so far.

-Killian

February 2nd

Dear Emma -

I can’t tell you how good it was to hear from you the other day. You may think that there’s nothing interesting about all the goings-on in the bar, but that particular kind of nothing is soothing. It’s like a little piece of home in every email. Besides, I know that the bar is never quite as boring as we always joked. And I’d welcome any word from you anyways, after how much I’ve missed you.

We’re in Paris right now. It’s gorgeous, truly - I’ll have to bring you and the lad back sometime. I know you’d call me a nerd, but I’ve been hitting museums - the Louvre, the Musee d’Orsay, the Rodin museum, etc. I made sure to do the Eiffel Tower too, just for you, even though the crowds were utterly terrible. Stuffed my face with pastries too, all on your behalf.

(Okay, you caught me, Swan - the pastries are for me too. The croissants, Swan! The bread! I surely won’t fit in my trousers if we’re here any longer, but I can’t regret it. I swear, I’d ship some back to you if I thought they’d survive the trip.)

We’ll have to schedule time for a call home soon - I find myself so often longing for your voice. I love your emails, but there’s something to a phone call that can’t be replaced.

Yours,

-Killian

March 11th

Dear Henry -

Thank you for sending me that drawing! I love it. It’s taped to the inside of my guitar case now, where I can look at it every day. I especially like the yellow you used for your mum’s hair. You’ll have to thank her for scanning that for us on my behalf. That’s good form, you know.

I’m in Amsterdam right now. Your mum or Liam can show you where that is on a map; it’s in Western Europe. I went someplace I think you’d love today; it’s called Madurodam. It’s this entire miniature city, with little airplanes and zoo animals and everything. I had a lot of fun exploring it, and I think you would too.

A graduation, you say? From kindergarten? I wouldn’t miss it for the world, lad. I’ll be home, no matter what.

I miss you, Henry, and your mother too. It always brightens my day to see an email from you.

Sealed with a great big hug,

-Killian

April 21st

Emma -

London is rainy and cold. I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything different, but here I am, surprised all the same. It’s hard to convince myself to go do any of the tourist-y things when the weather is like this, so I’m stuck inside, writing to you. Not that that’s ever a hardship...

You’d hardly recognize me with this get-up I’ve found myself in for the show tonight - the heavy eyeliner especially. Gone are the days of some beat-up tee - though I think you might like the vest. Getting dressed feels like slipping into some other persona. I worry a lot of the time about whether I’ve changed beyond recognition, or if I’m still the same person you know. That’s the man I want to be, you know - someone you can be proud of, but somehow still that same poor bastard in the bar, just trying to write words that mean something. I hope I am. But you know how it goes - distance kills the best of intentions.

I miss you terribly, Swan, and Henry too. Hell, even Liam. These letters are all that ground me some days, I fear. On the loneliest nights, I reread your emails and imagine you’re talking to me instead. It’s always just a too-brief daydream, unfortunately.

I’ve grown rather maudlin, haven’t I? That won’t do at all. I blame it on the rain. Here’s a happier note for us both: I’ll be home late next month. Perhaps I’ll have to make one of those paper chains Henry’s so fond of; if I do, I’ll include a picture with my next letter.

Counting the days. Until then -

Love, Killian

May 17th

My Swan -

By the time you get this, I’ll be home with you and the lad again, and hopefully have already told you in person everything I want to say now:

I love you, Emma. Every word of every song is for you. I’ve loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you, and no time or distance or groupie is ever going to change that. I’m yours, love, body and soul. And I have faith that life can never tear us apart as long as that’s true.

I’m coming home, love. And my home is you.

Yours (in every sense),

-Killian

BREAKING NEWS: KILLIAN JONES’ SECRET LOVER?

Bad news for all the fangirls and Killy-Tink shippers out there: Bad boy popstar Killian Jones appears to be off the market. The singer, 27, was spotted locking lips with an unidentified blonde at the Storybrooke Memorial Gardens, just outside of Boston, where Jones calls home. Sources have long speculated that Jones has a secret girlfriend back home, and this just might be confirmation. Check back as this story continues to develop. StarWatchOnline remains YOUR #1 celebrity news site…

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#cs ff #captain swan ff #cs concert series #Captain Swan #You're Always 16 Hours Ahead #epistolary fic #rockstar!Killian

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Midnight Sun, Chapter 9 - Port Angeles

Right. I remember this chapter from Twilight. I also have heard quite a bit about this chapter. This is gonna be a ride.

Eddie starts off this chapter saying that he used to be the ‘responsible’ one. I would like to remind everyone that Edward Anthony Masen Cullen spent a few years eating people he percieved to be horrible criminals because he didn’t like animal blood and was being a whiny baby. But go off, Eddie.

SM is still trying to paint Jessica as a rude bitch and I still don’t buy it. It is extremely clear to anyone with eyeballs that Mike has a thing for Bella, and it is pretty obvious that this date he’s going on with Jessica is because Bella said no. So her thoughts come off as insecure. She’s a teenage girl, so I think insecure is a pretty standard thing. Not always, but SM has painted these kids as the stereotypical teens, so.

Basically, I still don’t buy the attempt to make Jessica seem evil.

Bella has wandered off to go get that book she wanted, and Eddie is simply freaking out because he let his daughter out of his sight for one minute and she wandered off. He’s about half a second away from considering getting a leash to put on her. Seriously, though, that’s how this reads. A parent frantic because they lost their child in a crowded store or park. We all know she’s gonna get a serious scolding for this one. Maybe even grounded.

a volly of snarls erupted from my throat

Okay, we’re still not to the big rant about vampire instincts in this universe, yet, but I want you guys to remember this for later. It absolutely aides in the point I plan to make there. Also a ‘volly’ of snarls. That sounds so forced and I genuinely laughed out loud when I read it. Anyway, Eddie has found Bella and she is with the Evil Bad Guys Who Have Ill Intentions.

I would see how he enjoyed the hunt when he was the pray. I would see what he thought of my style of hunting.

Technically a spoiler because it hasn’t happened yet in this book, but not because we’ve seen it in Twilight. Eddie literally does not do anything to this Lanny guy or his friends. He gets out of the car, makes a mean face at them, and then gets back in the car and drives off. Maybe SM has Eddie go back out and hunt them later after he drops Bella off, but that doesn’t fit in with his squeaky clean good boy persona that Daddy Carlisle puts on him, so I doubt it. The scene as we know it comes off as very ‘man, if my girlfriend wasn’t here I’d kick your ass’. Because Eddie is a lot of bloated, puffed up talk.

When SM uses dialogue tags like ‘ordered’ to describe how Eddie says things, it just really hammers home that point I’ve been making about red flags. Even if it’s practical, like him telling Bella to put on a seat belt, especially since Pires bend the will of cars to their inane and idotic physics.

We went on a tangent about one of Eddie’s kills from his Vampire Batman days, and like honestly? I watch a lot of Criminal Minds. I see a lot of this kind of stuff, and it is absolutely awful that people like that exist in the world. I’m not saying that they shouldn’t be stopped. HOWEVER, this idea Eddie has that he was playing a good guy by taking justice into his own hands, I don’t jive with that. Now, I am aware of how faulty the criminal justice system is, especially with victims of sexual assault and domestic violence. I’ve lived that, myself. But if Eddie is so comfortable taking another life, no matter how he tries to justify it, he is no better than the people who he’s deciding to kill for their crimes.

a highly justifiable murder

See, this. This is why I don’t buy that SM’s Cullens are the paragons of good that she is constantly trying to say they are. There is no such thing as a justifiable murder, no matter what. Solving heinous acts with heinous acts simply perpetuates a cycle of heinous acts.

I wasn’t giving her a chance to say no.

This is a trend that will continue throughout the entire series. I will point you to all of the times that Edward never gave Bella a choice in a matter, including leaving her in New Moon, and DISMANTLING HER CAR ENGINE IN ECLIPSE SO THAT SHE COULDN’T GO SEE HER FRIEND. That one in particular rubs me the wrong way for reasons, but we won’t do that here. Just know that Edward never actually lets Bella make a choice in this series, and even when he pretends to, he does everything in his power to make the outcome go his way.

And now we’re at the restaruant. I’ve heard some stuff about this scene and god, can I not WAIT, but for now, let’s just talk about the one off waitress character. She is clearly only here to be a rival to Bella for this scene. Brief, unimportant, underdeveloped. And honestly? One off characters don’t actually need that development, not really, but what I can’t stand about this one is that she is literally only here, both in this book and in Twilight, so that SM can puff up how clearly Bella is so much better than she is. Because, you see, Eddie doesn’t find the pretty hostess attractive, he only has eyes for Bella. Her entire point is so that Edward can look at Bella, and therefore, the audience as Bella is their SI for this world, and go on about how much better and prettier and more perfect she is than this woman. It’s just gross.

“Do I dazzle you?”

This is still, in my personal opinion, the best and most iconic line in a series full of iconic lines. Eddie the Dazzle Machine. Charming the pants off people when he’s trying to scare the shit out of them. It’s hilarious, and so fuckin’ romance novel cliche, and I love it.

This restaurant is apparently a real place in the real Port Angeles. And from what I understand, at least when the Twilight craze was in full swing back in 2008, they got a lot of extra business and a lot more people ordering the mushroom ravioli. Even put something about Twilight on their menu. Good for them, taking advantage of that free marketing. I have never been to Port Angeles, and am allergic to mushrooms, so I can’t say I’ve experienced the dish, but if any of you have, please let me know if it’s worth the hype.

Its so funny that right now, Eddie is worried about Bella being cold and going into shock, while Bella is over there huffing the fumes off his jacket like it’s a paint can, and he can’t even tell that that’s what she’s doing. The girl is doing everything short of just shoving her whole face in it and inhaling, but he’s too thick to get it.

And here we are folks. The meat and potatoes of this chapter. The big comparison. The reason the cover has a pomegranete on it. Edward Anthony Masen Cullen has the absolute GALL to compare Bella, the boring, walking video game avatar to Persephone. Lets break down Persephone for a second here. There’s a lot to break down, but let’s stick to the basics, for fear that this rant gets wickedly out of hand before I can stop it. Persephone radiates optimism and hope. Persephone is soft, sweet, but has a temper that could kill a man. Persephone is sympathetic. When in the ever loving FUCK has Isabella Swan ever shown any of those characteristics? She is NEVER optimistic about anything. She fucking exists in a constant cloud of negative thought and assuming the worst. She isn’t hopeful about ANYTHING, not even her future with her PRECIOUS Eddie because she’s always questioning his intentions and feelings for her. She is not sympathetic in the slightest, no matter what SM tries to shove down my throat. She treats her friends like shit, she manipulates and lies her way through conversations so she doesn’t have to deal with them, she compares Mike to a FUCKING DOG. Bella is not comparable to Persephone, and it’s fucking beyond ham-fisted, it’s fucking EGREGIOUS to try to make that comparison.

I could see more of an argument for comparing Eddie to Hades, since, ya know, Hades fucking stole Persephone to be his wife and most stories about Hades paint him as kind of a moody, brooding dickbag, but I’m still calling fucking foul on this attempt at comparison, SM. No dice.

Moving on.

Eddie describing Bella’s skin as ‘velvety’ gives me war flashbacks to those grocery store checkout novels with Fabio on the cover that my mom used to read. Eghhh.

So, Bella touches Eddie’s hand and it’s described in a way that gives me very G-rated sex vibes. Which just makes me wanna tell them to get a room because they’re in public right now, and also don’t do that in front of Bella’s salad ravioli.

Eddie is still being super controling and weird about Bella eating, and honestly, I super wish that Bella had had the good sense to get the hell out of there with Jess and Angela. Or that she would have the good sense now to excuse herself, find someone on staff, ask to borrow a phone, and call her dad. Because this guy is literally throwing out every red flag that exists. I know I say this a lot, but if Bella were a normal girl, she would not be charmed by this guy, she would be freaking creeped out and trying to get away from him. He isn’t even subtle about his creep factor or charming enough to play it off.

Edward thinking he has any edge at all is like white bread thinking it’s the right kind of bread for a hamburger.

Anyway, chapter ends with Eddie paying the bill and the pair getting in the car to head home. And the drama chord of the last sentence that’s supposed to play in your head when you read it falls flat. They’re on the way back to Forks and Eddie is chomping at the bit to hear Bella’s latest theory that we know from Twilight isn’t actually a theory so much as she heard a story from Jacob and then did some searching on some shitty Angelfire website. Or Geocities. Either way. And then she just went ahead and had a big old prophetic dream about it.

Next time, we get the awkward car ride home and more. Thanks for hanging around guys. As always, feel free to message me (though, please note to anyone who has sent me anon messages that are rude or angry because I’m making fun of this book, I’m gonna ignore you.), recommend what books I should put on my list for my next recap series, and feel free to buy me a snack using the CashApp tag in my bio.

See you next time, babes.

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no sleep for the wicked

Bucky,

I pray this letter finds you well — it’s been so long, so very damn long.

I know you’re wondering how I possibly could’ve gotten your address — I’m surprised myself, to be honest, you really did not want to be found lol. I must say, you’ve done a helluva job of keeping yourself off of the grid but I can’t say I’m surprised; if James Buchanan Barnes made his mind up to do something, it was good as done. I’ve always admired that about you. But if you taught me, anything brother, it’s to take life in my own hands, craft my own destiny and after 10 years, 86 days, 14 hours, and 56 minutes of searching, I’m finally sending this letter off. I don’t know what I’m expecting out of this but I’m here to ask you to come back home Bucky. I hope that you know that you are missed — shit man. We never expected you to leave and never once thought you’d stay away for so long after that. Nothing could ever take your place here, not even me. If only for a weekend, please come back. P.S. — can I still call you Bucky?

Love, Steve ——————— The smell of coffee is the only thing in the world that can possibly rouse Sam Wilson out of his fitful sleep. Even then, it takes James Rhodes placing the mug directly in Sam’s face for the sheriff to even stir. Long nights at the Handonsville’s Sheriff Department will do that to you. It’s a deep roast, made by some kind of hipster brand that Sam can’t even pronounce and is *too damn expensive* if you ask him, but it gets the job done. And the job needs to be done, unfortunately. What went from an absolutely rarity of Sam staying overnight to work on a case has become a constant in his life. And Sam’s loves constants. He loves a routine, loves order and predictability; loves waking up every morning at 5:45am, going on his morning jogs and greeting the early risers of the town — Mrs. Carter down at the library, Mr. Barnes who own the local meat shop, loves making it back at his cramped apartment at 6:15, not a minute later. And as much as Sam loves the constants in his life, he will never get comfortable with the sudden constant-ness of the disappearances in his town. No matter how many times it happens, no matter how each disappearance closely mirrors the one before it, no matter the same sad looks on each one of the missing person’s families' faces, the collective dread they all seem to share when they come into the office to report that their son, daughter, sister, cousins hasn’t been home in over 24 hours. No, he’ll never get used to that, no matter how constant. Sam stretches, feels his body protest fervently against the position he slept in, hears his bones cracks as he stretches. At only 30 years old, Sam already knows he’s getting too old for this shit. His body continues to groan in protest as he wearily stands, stretching his arms and back once more before grabbing his coffee to take a look at the ‘Missing Persons’ board. He’s been in the station since last night, pouring hours into a case file — which doubled as his pillow, to make some sense of the mysterious disappearance of one Casey Johnson. So deep into the file, Sam didn’t even bother to make the ten-minute trek back to his place, eventually just giving in and sleeping at the office. Casey Johnson was the latest victim in what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of disappearances in the small town. Nothing about Johnson was similar to the case before him; he was young, two weeks removed from graduating from high school. He was a good kid, a little on the dopey side but kind-hearted nonetheless. Anyone who knew Johnson knew he wouldn’t hurt a fly and that made the question of *who would hurt him* that much more pressing. He had no run-ins with the law, on the contrary, he spent most of his free time down at the office with Sam, with dreams of eventually becoming a sheriff himself. So no, there was no pattern between Johnson the last case, Steve Rogers, the soldier notorious for his frequent visits to the station, who disappeared just a few days before Johnson. The only thing they had in common was leaving their respective places with an unspoken promise to be back — Rogers was off to the post office to mail a letter while Johnson was taking the garbage out for Mr. Barnes at the meat shop, never to return again. It made no sense. --- The first instance of someone going missing, it was Pixie Thomas, who was quite as eccentric as her name would suggest. With no reason to suspect foul play and with one of Pixie’s favorite bands on tour one town over, it was safe to say that she left to become one of their roadies. The second, third, fourth and fifth time it happened, well those cases weren’t so easy to write off. The victims ranged in ages, marital status, wealth, race. It was almost like whoever was behind this was choosing them at random which spelled trouble for the small force. With nothing to link the missing together, it was nearly impossible to know when and where the perpetrator would strike next. “Earth to Sam, hello?” Rhodey’s voice and wave of hand brought Sam back to the present. This kind of thing has happened before, Sam becoming so hyper-fixated on a particular case that he forgets to eat, drink, *blink*, but nowhere near this magnitude. Now, more often than not, Sam finds himself lost in his work and the other officers just find him lost. “I know you like to think if you stare at this wall long enough, the answers will appear like you’re in some kind of Sherlock episode but I’m sorry buddy, it ain’t happening.” Sam *might as well* be in a Sherlock episode the way this case is turning out. Actually there’s nothing more in the world he would love more than to ask Benadryl Cumberbatch for help with solving this shitshow but alas. “Go home Wilson”, Rhodey continues, “you need some rest.” “Can’t”, Sam replies. And it’s true; he can’t. He can’t just separate himself from this case, it’s not that easy. He can’t leave it unsolved, can’t chance the townspeople catching word of the seven disappearances within county lines and how their very own sheriff department has no clue what the fuck is going on. Can’t go home to *rest* when people like Casey Johnson or Steve Rogers may never make it back home ever again. Blowing on his coffee, letting the steam of the hot beverage envelop him for a moment, he turns to Rhodey and then back to the corkboard. ———— Growing up in Handonsville, Sam wanted nothing more than to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a sheriff in the town that loved him and he loved back. Handonsville, with all of its small-town charm — small, quaint, stereotypical — is the only home Sam has ever known. It’s one of those places where no one is a stranger, for better or worse. Here, secrets are hard to hide and even harder to keep. Little to no anonymity is a small price to pay considering how fiercely the small town protects each other and itself. Growing up and until Sam’s third year on the job, there was no crime, no violence, no ... anything to be honest. The sheriff’s department was mostly for show, something to make out of towners reconsider their ideas of fucking with the people of Handonsville. And it worked. But now something had changed in the sleepy town. There were no threats from outsiders; no drifters unaware of the unspoken rules that govern Handonsville causing trouble. No, it was a different malevolent presence blanketing the town, sinking onto the residents, heavy and restricting. Now, the danger came from inside of the town. You could practically feel it in the air. The feeling of dread, of waiting for the first fall of rain to come after the dark clouds move in. The anxiousness of seeing lighting flit across the sky, preparing yourself for the roar of thunder that’s sure to follow. In the three decades Sam has lived in Handonsville, he never had any reason to ever doubt his own safety or the safety of the other 800 residents that called this place home too. Until today. Until Derek Anderson, the town’s resident mechanic, came barging into the office, yelling that he needed to speak to Sam and he needed to do it *right away*. Frantic and upset, Anderson ignores Rhodey’s suggestions to quiet down, the officer throwing an apologetic look over his shoulder at Sam who’s come from the back to see what the disturbance is all about. Before he even reaches the man, Sam knows immediately what all of the commotion pertains to, he can feel it in his gut. The eighth disappearance in less than two months in Handonsville. ———————— Taking the crumpled piece of parchment paper out of the garbage can for the sixth time today, Bucky finds himself staring down at the words of someone he hoped to never speak to again. At the mere mention of coming back home, of *Handonsville*, Bucky felt the floodgates open; nostalgia pouring down on him, pulling him under until he has no choice but to float with the current; had no choice but to let the memories he tried so hard to repress wash over him, engulf him completely. It’s nothing against Steve; no, Steve was a light in Bucky’s life, a light in so many others lives as well. Steve was smart, funny, had a penchant for danger the same way Bucky did. They were brothers in every sense of the word; playing together, fighting together, even crying together once when Sir Snaps a Lot, Steve’s turtle died. They didn’t know it then but it was a reason why they got along so well, like they were actual brothers. Because while Steve was a light in Bucky’s life, smart, funny and a risk-taker, he also was the byproduct of an affair that ruined the Barnes’ home completely. How their father thought a secret of that magnitude would ever remain hidden in a town like Handsonville was beyond Bucky and the ensuing drama drove him and his Ma out of town. It took years for Bucky to even acknowledge his father again, much less his father’s son. And *Steve* — the same Steve who was his age and his height and classmate and his best friend was no longer just that. Steve was his brother and no matter how many times they often referred to each other as brothers before the truth came out, how natural their relationship, the unmistakable bond the two shared, it wasn’t right to refer to Steve as what he actually was. But that was years ago, a lifetime even, and Bucky had made his peace, putting time and eight thousand miles of distance between himself and the sins of his father, only for one measly letter to draw him back, like a moth to an open flame. A small part of Bucky knew nothing good would ever come from him going back home. Knew there, he was more likely to meet his demise than his dawning; but under the incessant need to separate himself from the town that shunned him, turned him away was the egregious *want* to prove that he made it without them. That there was a great big world outside of the small town and that world accepted him even when they wouldn't. With his jaw set and his bags packed, Bucky set off to Handonsville. ————- It’s all starting to run together at this point. And not that Sam isn’t emphatic to the plight of Mr. Anderson — his heart yearns for the other man, the very idea of having to file this kind of report for your child is *traumatizing*, it’s just that he’s seen this scene play out before. He’s seen the frightened look on Anderson’s face before, he’s seen in at least seven times in the past two months. He’s heard the script before, sure the names and dates and last seen places are different, but in the end, it’s all the *same*.

#this is a mess but it's my mess

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My 2020 reviews

All the cool kids were doing these so now I finally dragged my ass into doing them too lmao.

Albania- Fall from the Sky

A song I swear cursed this whole contest from the moment it won Festivali i Këngës. Like with the shitshow this song caused I just knew the whole year was fucked. With half the fandom whining they didn’t get their first club song of the year to the other half smugly shoving it as their winner despite no other songs being around to compare it to, the whole fiasco just left me knowing that 2020 would end in tears, just hopefully not my own. As for the song, it’s lame. It’s a standard ballad with OBSCENE amounts of autotune, which is weird because the girl can actually sing pretty decently without it, so why they decided to make her sound like a damn computer is beyond me. And WHY did they translate it, haven't the past few years proven that Albania's better off leaving their songs in Albanian?

Armenia- Chains on You

A bootleg Ariana Grande song, and a really shit one at that. The kind of song only people who think being young, gay and mean counts as having a personality would say is good.

Australia- Don’t Break Me

One of the few decent Australian entries (but that REALLY isn’t saying much coming from me, I barely care they’re in the contest by this point) but marred by a horribly untidy performance and lacklustre lyrics. At least it’s not fucking pop-opera, that’s all I can say. I’d rather listen to the sound of my face being dragged down the runway at Heathrow airport than be subjected to another Zero Gravity.

Austria- Alive

One of those pseudo-jazz dance songs, á la Olly Murs or Bruno Mars (I swear there’s a song like this in every recent contest). I mean, it’s good, but it’s just kinda meh since I’m kinda getting tired of this genre rearing its fedora-wearing head every time a new lineup rolls in.

Azerbaijan- Cleopatra

One of the “better” trashy entries this year, comprised of about five different musical genres, six ancient cultures being appropriated and absolutely zero class. Probably sounds at least 50% better when you’re absolutely steaming drunk and face down on the floor in the middle of a gay bar.

Belarus- Da Vidna

Somehow, this song sounds both very unique and original yet trite and average at the same time. I couldn’t decide whether listening to it was a new experience or if I’d heard it a million times before.

Belgium- Release Me

A song which just drones on till it ends. I would say it’s ripping off the song that won last year, but it forgot that having a chorus stops your song from being three minutes of snooze.

Bulgaria- Tears Getting Sober

A typical breathy mumble-girl song, AKA a genre I can’t fucking stand. Really don’t see the hype with this one, the melody is pretty but the vocals are out for lunch and it’s otherwise completely and utterly boring.

Croatia- Divlji Vjetre

One of the token big dramatic ballads you listen to once, enjoy, then forget about until Darius in the Discord server plays it one night whilst you’re hitting up the radio bot with requests. You’ll find that “nice, but forgettable” is a common theme for this year.

Cyprus- Running

Ironically Cyprus didn’t send a crappy Fuego knockoff for 2020, and I say ironically because a crappy Fuego knockoff would’ve actually stood out this year, and I say crappy because honestly Fuego wasn’t even all that great to begin with. "Running” itself is just one of those edgy tortured soul pop songs which, let’s be honest, would have been paired with an impressive performance which would’ve overshadowed how bland it is. Kind of like “You’re the Only One”. Or even Fuego for that matter.

Czech Republic- Kemama

Standard Afro-pop, a genre we don't often see at the contest so I'll let it pass. I feel like this is the kind of song that’s infinitely better live, and that it would’ve been one of those songs that suddenly became a frontrunner after the semi finals, but I guess we’ll never know eh?

Denmark- Yes

The quintessential mid-10s Eurovision song. It's got guitars, happy people, Scandinavian origins… it’s just a typical radio guitar song, nothing special.

Estonia- What Love Is

I mean it's better than La Forza. Granted, the sound of someone pissing directly onto a microphone installed in the bowl of a toilet would sound better than La Forza but still. Going back to this song, it’s just... a standard Eastern-ballad with some very desperate lyrics. It feels kind of outdated, if I’m honest. Like something about this just reeks of 2011.

Finland- Looking Back

Yet another dreary, forgettable ballad. It comes to something when the best song they COULD have sent was a party song which sounded like it was from the mid 90s. At least that song was memorable. That said, this one at least has some decent lyrics. Bravo for that I guess.

France- Mon Alliée

France decides to say “fuck it” to being an underground fan-favourite and takes a leaf out of the UKs book by sending the same rent-a-Swede schlock they’ve been sending since 2015. I’m just confused as to why anyone in their right mind would choose to follow the UKs example but you do you France.

Germany- Violent Thing

A rehash of Sweden's entry from two years ago, but this time sung by Justin Bieber circa 2008. Kind of alright if you can stomach the singer's whiny voice, but otherwise pretty dull and kinda forgettable.

Greece- Superg!rl

Hello fellow kidz, we are hearing you like the girl power? The super heroes? The t3xt $p3ech? We made you song, please give us the votes *dabs*

Georgia- Take me as I Am

I mean… this sure is a choice. This feels like one of those songs that everyone memes on because the lyrics are kinda janky and the singer’s voice (and accent) take a bit of getting used to, but other than that it’s just one of those NQ songs for hipster fans to declare as their unironic winner at a later date. All in all this just feels like the male equivalent of one of those mid-10s fat acceptance women’s songs, only a lot shoutier and this time he has more flaws than not being skinny.

Iceland- Think About Things

A bootleg George Ezra song, performed by a load of disinterested tumblr users in their pyjamas. Because if there’s one thing that sells me on a song, it’s being given the evils by a bunch of nerds who look like they’ll send me death threats for not agreeing with their Pokémon headcanons. To be fair, the song is kind of groovy since it sounds so 70s, but the performance is very off-putting to people who aren’t in the Eurovision loop. And also people who are, because I sure as Hell don’t see the appeal in this myself and this whole performance just feels like Save Your Kisses for Me without the charm. I feel like this would’ve come second or third, definitely with a lot of televotes but either the jury would’ve dragged it down or it wouldn’t have scored enough televotes to win.

Ireland- Story of my Life

A song that’s at LEAST ten years out of date by this point, think like an early Katy Perry, Jessie J or Avril Lavigne song. I’ll forgive it because even though it sounds like it should’ve been entered in 2013 (at the latest), it at least evokes some nostalgic memories of shitty school discos and holiday parks.

Israel- Feker Libi

The female equivalent of the Czech song. Unsurprisingly, people went wild for it when it was released. I guess only women are allowed to sing Afro-pop at this contest. Like with the Czech song, I’ll forgive it since Afro-pop is a cool genre anyway, and even though this is just another club song I can at least see myself dancing to it.

Italy- Fai Rumore

Well, at least my wish of “Italy sends a typical power ballad devoid of anything the mainstream fandom likes” finally came true. It was pretty refreshing to have a year where people weren’t shoving Italy’s entry up my nose left right and centre. In terms of my actual thoughts I can’t deny that the guy has a tremendous voice, but for some reason the song just doesn’t… click with me. I guess I like my male Italian singers a little more gruff and raspy, if you know what I mean. They gotta sound like they smoke at LEAST five packets of cigarettes a day for me to take notice.

Malta- All of my Love

Listen I am 100% rooting for Destiny Chukunyere to win this contest some day but man was this song a disappointment. It feels so… un-special and generic, like it gets the job done and that’s it. It’s not the stand-up-and-belt-it-out soul anthem I’d hoped for, it’s just… there.

Moldova- Prison

All I remember about this song is that it vaguely reminds me of that one Meccano song about the gypsy who makes a deal with the moon or something. And I’ve TRIED to remember more about what it sounds like, trust me.

Latvia- Still Breathing

The one horrible weird song you get every year which overuses strobe effects to the point it comes with an epilepsy warning. Would be bearable if it wasn't for the singer’s insistence that this is actually some feminist masterpiece when it's really just a self-empowerment club song about the singer fingerbanging herself over the fact she writes music.

Lithuania- On Fire

One of the songs everyone thought was going to win at one point, even though it seems like a surefire non-qualifier to me. It’s one of those weird entries, but not the kind of over the top, batshit insane, you’d-have-to-be-drunk-to-enjoy-it weird, the kind of subdued surreal weird. Like this is weed instead of LSD or cocaine weird. Granted my mom, who I consider to be a "typical" Eurofan, actually really liked this song when she saw it in the recaps, so who knows maybe this would have done well with televoters after all.

Netherlands- Grow

I appreciate this song for how artsy and clever it is with its structure, since it starts off acapella and the instrumental builds up with the song until it stops suddenly, symbolising a person’s growth from a child into an adult, and ending suddenly with their death (Geddit? The song’s called “Grow”). But it feels like the kind of song that would be lost on a Eurovision audience. The juries would have taken note, for sure, but the televote… let’s be honest, they’d have been too busy drunk voting for Russia to care about anything else.

North Macedonia- You

Well, it's better than the miserable dirge they sent last year, but given how I'd rather pleasure myself with a steak knife than listen to that song, that really isn't saying much. Going back to “You”, it really just feels like a diet version of Switzerland’s entry from last year, combined with Sweden’s song from 2018. What I’m saying is it’s your average “I’m a man in a club and I want to dance with and probably fuck this hot girl I just met” song, which I a new genre I just made up. You’re welcome.

Norway- Attention

One of those songs you appreciate because it sounds nice and the singer has a good voice, but instantly forget because it’s really not all that interesting. If I sound like I'm repeating myself, welcome to Eurovision 2020.

Poland- Empires

“Rise Like a Phoenix” but sung by a wannabe Adele and not a mascara-wearing Jesus in a dress. Like a lot of other songs on this list, it’s just average across the board, likeable when it’s on, but instantly forgettable as soon as the next song comes on.

Portugal: Medo de Sentir

Pretty, but also similar to their ill-fated 2018 entry, only with a bit more energy and less pink hair. What I’m saying is this would have been another NQ unless the crowd who enjoy subtle ambience music come in to save it like they did with Slovenia's entry last year.

Romania- Alcohol You

See Bulgaria, because this is practically the same song. It’s just as dreary, just as badly sung (if not worse because holy shit this girl sounds like she’s being suffocated), and I suppose you COULD excuse that by saying she’s drunk or hungover… but I don’t want to listen to someone ungracefully mumble into a microphone for three minutes.

Russia- Uno

A classic big camp party song, the kind of song people who haven’t watched Eurovision since 2003 think wins on the regular. I can see why people would like it (especially in this boring year lmao, I applaud Russia for taking the opportunity to loosen their corset and just send a complete mess instead of their usual clinical vote grabs), but it’s just not something I enjoy. It's the song that plays into the misconception that Eurovision is just a clown show for drunk people, like this is just here to be that one flash-in-the-pan meme song that only entertains people who don’t really care about Eurovision until the day before it airs. Kind of like the old ladies they sent in 2012 (remember them?).

San Marino- Freaky!

San Marino, in true Sammarinese fashion, have yet again sent a decade-ambiguous song which sounds like it was either released in 1978 or 2003. I feel like this would have been one of those songs which could have surprised us if it had a really wacky, creative performance (think like Moldova in 2018), but this is San Marino so you know that would never happen.

Serbia- Hasta la Vista

Insert unoriginal joke about a decade wanting their shitty trend back right here. Okay maybe that’s a bit harsh, especially considering how this song is actually, yanno, unique in comparison to the rest of this year. But it still feels weirdly dated, in a way where I can’t decide whether it sounds like it belongs in 1998 or 2018. I suppose girl power ages a song regardless of when it was released.

Slovenia- Voda

Yet another standard Balkan-European power ballad which you appreciate because it’s well sung, but forget the moment it ends because it’s kinda boring. … Does anyone else have a bit of deja vu?

Spain- Universo

For some reason I feel like this song is shilling itself out to someone but I have no idea who. Aside from the horny people voting solely because the singer is moderately attractive even with that wretched Jedward haircut.

Sweden- Move

Imagine soul but… boring.

Switzerland- Répondez Moi

Imagine Arcade but… in French.

United Kingdom- My last Breath

Not the best the UK could have done, but it’s at least a modern offering unlike the residual dregs of the mid-90s that we sent throughout the 2010s. It’s definitely a bit too generic to have done any better than maybe 15th, but hey at least the cancellation means we won’t have to see it not do as well as the BBC thinks it’s entitled to do, prompting a billion clickbait articles about how Brexit somehow affected our performance.

Ukraine- Solovey

At long last we come to something you probably weren't expecting: a song I actually really like. Which is weird because I usually don't care for or don't like whatever Ukraine vomits into the contest, so I was pleasantly surprised to find a song I liked from them in such a weak year. This song isn’t for everyone, it’s white noise singing which is a very acquired taste, but this is honestly the only 2020 song I find myself coming back to over and over. And it’s in Ukrainian too, so you don’t have to put up with their usual mangled English offerings.

#and that conclude's the mods thoughts lmao #eurovision #if this is good i might do this with other years let me know what you think #mod speaks #mod reviews

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volturi-or-die · 4 years

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Crazed: Chapter 2- Losses

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1- Trials

Next Chapter: Chapter 3- WIP

Point of View: Minalia

Word Count: 1858

Warnings: Explicit language

Crack.

The branch underneath me gave way, sending me backwards into the ground below. I attempted to maneuver myself into a crouching position, but it seemed fate wasn’t on my side. I hit the ground on my side, hard.

“SHIT.”

Alec looked at me, completely unphased by what just happened. This was only the 20th time I tried to practice this move, and failed. I readjusted myself to lay on my back and placed a hand on the rib that was slightly fractured. I waited for a few minutes until it was back to normal then got up.

“Again.”

“Alec it’s not working.”

“Again.” He was disinterested in my attempts to reason with him. In the days we had been here, we had gone through multiple theories to trigger a transformation but none were effective. We tried everything from meditation to Alec’s ridiculous time of day theory a few days ago, nothing was working. Two weeks and no results.

I spotted another tree I could practice on. Maybe the 21st time would be the charm? Alec’s latest idea involved tapping into animal instincts, or as I liked to put it, becoming one with the cat. Needless to say, Alec didn’t find that quip funny either.

Our relationship was different now. The softness and kindness from that night wasn’t there anymore. I thought, maybe, just maybe, we would actually become friends, but I was wrong. The Alec I knew that saved me left, replaced by the one I believed to detest my very being. He resented me. He was here, far away from his own life, his own family, to help save mine.

I was so lost in my thoughts that my foot slipped as I climbed up, and once again I was flat on the ground.

“Minalia are you even trying?”

Oh that was it. Of course I was trying. This was my life that I was fighting for. He didn’t have anything to lose in any of this, just maybe his pride. In all honesty he could afford to lose some of it. I wasn’t going to stand here and be disrespected like this. Yes, I was failing, but not through any fault of my own.

“Yeah I’m trying you total jackass.” At that he turned to look at me, a tinge of shock present. Finally. I got his attention. “You heard me. I don’t need to put up with this, or with you and your stupid condescending attitude.”

By this point I was up and looking up at him.

“Fine, then I do not need to put any more effort into training you,” he snarled.

“Oh right because me falling out of a tree over and over again is definitely training.”

“It would be if you could actually land.”

He really was an insufferable jackass sometimes. I didn’t have to put up with this, nor was I going to. I turned around from him and began to walk away.

“Where are you going?” he called out after me.

“Away from you!” I picked up the pace to a full sprint and began making my way through trees. I caught the scent of the sea breeze and made my way towards the beach. With an island so small, I wanted as much space from Alec as possible. I slowed to take my shoes off before going into the water.

I stood there letting my body soak up the sun. I just wanted to scream, let all the anger go, but that would only summon Alec to me. So instead I did the next best thing; I cried.

The waves sprayed water all over me as the tears felt. Why could I not get a grip on my transformation? How was this even possible? Jacob could transform on the whim and turn back so easily, yet here I was failing at the first before I could even fail at the second. It was so easy that night, so easy to give myself over.

I remember the feeling of my paws in the dirt, the musky smell of the vampires around, sounds of heartbeats. It wasn’t me. It was an animal. I died and in my place there was a creature. I woke up to my body being that creature’s body. The voice didn’t wake me up, it woke up a beast.

That was the last time I heard it too, that voice of warning. Maybe that was for the better. Stupid thing only caused me trouble anyways. It caused me more troubles than those damned nightmares I was having too. If only Renesmee were here. She could help me with them in a heartbeat.

I wondered how Ness was doing. What was Emmett up to? I missed them. I missed going rafting with Ness. I missed watching movies with Jasper. I missed cooking with Esme. I missed painting with Rosalie. I missed them all. That was my family. I needed to live for them. I needed to keep trying for them. I couldn’t fail them.

I had to keep trying.

My outfit was soaked now, the salt water making my skin itchy. I willed myself to get out of the water and go back to the house. It was a relatively large property for being the only one on the island. Alec explained to me when we arrived that it was only truly there for appearances, to keep people away from why a shell corporation had a private island. It did draw attention, but it was better to allow people to conclude it was a billionaire’s private getaway rather than anything else that could pique their curiosity.

Although the island’s initial purpose was for training, but not for me. It was for unruly newborns, on the very rare occasion the Volturi actually took any in. In even rarer cases, it was for hiding the kings and the wives away from danger should the compound in Volterra ever be threatened. According to Alec, the last time that happened was during the war with the Romanians.

The same ones that I met that night. Stefan was his name. I tried getting more information from Alec, but he swore he did not know why I was captured. He told me that Stefan was concerned about my death and that Renesmee was just a pawn to get me. Neither of those things I understood, and it was perhaps the one instance in which I wish Alec would’ve lied to me.

Speaking of the devil, I finally reached the main door to the house. Oh how I did not want to face the argument we would surely have. However, when I opened the door I was hit with the smell burnt...chicken? I hurried into the kitchen to see smoke coming from the oven. Alec was huddled over it fanning it with a dishcloth, his brows furrowed.

“Alec, what on earth are you even doing?” I took the cloth from him and grabbed a mitt to pull the pan out of the oven. I opened the door to the porch and placed it there and left the door open to air the kitchen out.

“I attempted to cook,” he replied, trying to keep the shame from his voice.

“I can see that. I’m asking why.”

It was clear he did not want to answer me. I gestured for him to answer me. “It was an apology. The past two weeks have not been easy on either one of us. I have not been mindful of your struggles with this, so I wanted to apologize. I have not been in this position to truly train and lead someone before, and I am sorry.”

There had to be only one explanation for this. “Did Demetri yell at you again?” Alec glared in response. I held my hands up, “Just asking. Last time that’s what happened.”

“I am perfectly capable of knowing when I should apologize.” Uhuh. So he says. But I wasn’t going to question him on that now.

“So what exactly were you trying to make?”

“It was something my mother used to cook.” His mother? I had never heard Alec speak of anyone besides Jane. In fact I did not know much of what actually occurred in Alec’s own past. I simply knew the stories how formidable his abilities were and roughly how old he was, but everything else was unknown to me.

“You remember something that detailed from your human life?”

He paused before answering, “Truthfully, no. I remember my mother and the meals Jane and I would share with her. It was something to this effect, but I do not know what it fully was.”

I wanted to tease him. I doubt Alec knew the basic thing about cooking human food. The oven being set to 500 degrees Farenheit was proof enough. I pressed the button to turn it off and faced him. This wasn’t a time to really critique him, so I hugged him. “Thank you. Does this mean you’ll listen to me now?”

He placed his arms around me to hug me back. “I will take your ideas into consideration, and if you truly believe something is not working then we shall stop.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” I replied as I loosened myself from his grasp and looked around, “Now, help me clean up the mess you made.”

We cleaned the kitchen silently. I put away the various spices he tried to use; somehow I doubted Alec’s mother used ginger during her time. In less than 10 minutes we were done.

“Are you ready to go back out and try again?” Alec asked.

I shook my head no. “Let’s try a different type of training?”

Alec looked at me curiously, “What plan do you have?”

There was a possibility he could say no to this, but it was worth a shot. “Let’s not focus on what I can’t do but just pretend I can. If I am to be an effective member of the guard, we will have to trust each other right?”

“Yes.” He seemed puzzled by where I was going with this.

“So, let’s stay in and get to know each other a little bit. I’m not asking you to divulge your deepest darkest secrets, but Alec, we can’t work together if we don’t know how we work. Two weeks secluded together doesn’t really work if we don’t really talk except when bickering.”

“That may be the most sensible thing you have ever said.” Glad to see Alec had not lost his ability to be as blunt as possible. “Very well, we shall stay inside and talk.”

“Fantastic!” I exclaimed as I grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. We spent hours talking. It was basic things, our simple interests. I learned that he liked to read most of the time, although he had a special interest in poetry. I told him of the games I liked to play with Emmett. Simple things. Small things. I learned more about him in the hours we spent talking in the entire time we had been here.

Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad.

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justjessame · 4 years

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A Reluctant Hero Chapter 7

Kelsey followed me home when I retrieved my car from the bar parking lot. Once at the house, she mentioned she was going to take a nap, and I rolled my eyes as she gave my cell phone a loaded glance. Honestly, just because I had JD’s number now, didn’t mean I was going to call him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to, aside from the fact that even drunk me had great taste in wanting him naked and sweaty, I hadn’t exactly been at my best when we met. And knowing that he was fresh out of a situation of his own wasn’t all that inspiring for starting up something with him.

Rebound. That’s what we’d be for one another. If I called him up, if we pursued whatever spark we might have felt, it would flare hot and bright and then fizzle out. That’s what rebounds were. The way to cleanse the palette before you find a lasting relationship. Hell, books were written about this shit. Not that I’d ever read them, but still. It was common fucking knowledge. No matter the age, you don’t stay with whomever comes right after a breakup.

With that in mind, I didn’t call him. I tried very fucking hard to NOT think about him between shit I did to keep busy. Stuff like editing my newest book, or starting another story. No, JD Richter was NOT going to work for a rebound. IF I gave him a call, it wouldn’t be for a fast and hot affair, because even drunk, hungover, and a tad bit stupid, I knew that JD would be wasted as a rebound fling. He was the type of man that a woman should want to hook, mount, and keep forever. Anyone who didn’t see that was a fucking idiot.

He broke first. Four days after I woke up in his bed, my phone rang and I didn’t even pay attention to who the caller was because I was engrossed in the writing of a new chapter to a new book. Answering it almost absently, it took a moment for my brain to disengage from the computer in front of me and HEAR the voice speaking to me.

“I’m sorry, who did you say was calling?” No, I thought, it couldn’t be-

That deep rumble of a laugh and I could swear it vibrated through the phone and I could feel it in my toes. “Forgot me already, Ani? That stings.” I swallowed loudly. Shit. “JD? Kelsey’s dad? Prince Charming since I put Cinderella’s shoes back on?”

I had to shake my head at that comparison. “Pretty sure Cindi didn’t lose her shoes because she was shitfaced, but I won’t deny that you were my hero.” Another chuckle from his end. “Sorry I was in the middle of writing and-”

“I should let you go?” He was asking, not agreeing.

“No,” my voice had grown quiet, and I wanted to smack myself from how needy I sounded. “It’s fine, I can pick it back up anytime.”

“I’m sorry I had to rush out the other day,” he offered, and I thought I heard the sound of liquid flowing into a glass. “Work, it never ends.” Kelsey had filled me in on how he’d lost his license, but after the truth had come out, fought to get it back.

‘Work’s important. Pays the bills, right?” I stood up from my desk and wandered to my kitchen. “I hope it wasn’t something gruesome.”

We chatted about what he did for a living, and as we spoke, I made a late lunch. “What’s that noise on your end?” He asked, clearly picking up the sound of me setting the pan on my stove, and the sounds of me assembling my ingredients.

“I’m making lunch,” looking at how late it was, I realized it was too late for even the latest lunch. “Maybe dinner, actually.”

“You cook?” The interest in his voice was clear.

I grinned as I worked at chopping and measuring. “Well, I have to eat, so learning to make something a little more filling than peanut butter sandwiches seemed like a good idea.” I could swear I heard him smile. “You don’t cook?”

“Never seem to have the time,” he answered and it was my turn to smile. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal-”

“Are you jockeying for an invitation, JD?” It went quiet on his end, and I considered taking it back, but then I thought fuck it. “There’s more than enough for two.”

I heard rustling from his end, and then the telltale jingle of a set of keys. “I’ll be right over.”

Once I had dinner steadily bubbling and baking, I took a look at my appearance and was thankful that I’d taken that very cold shower earlier. Rushing to my bedroom, I grabbed something that was attractive, but not overly done up. Another pair of skinny pants, this time in a faux buttery leather and a loose fitting tank, my hair was piled up on my head and I forewent shoes. My house, no need for heels.

I was back in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the simmering pots, when my visitor was announced. Giving the OK for him to enter, I waited as he made his way to the dining room, and called out for him to take the door to the right. I made a note to have my AI, Pandi, freeze frame the look on JD’s face when he walked into the room.

My kitchen, like the rest of my house, was dark wood and rustic looking. The stove wouldn’t have looked out of place in a restaurant, nor would the refrigerator and the huge stone sink was always an eye opener. I gestured for him to have a seat on one of the stools lining the huge island, and asked him what he’d like to drink.

“I thought the rest of your house was impressive, but this?” He was still taking in details, and I smirked as he finally met my eyes. “Wow.” Giggling, I asked him what his drink preference was again, and he finally accepted a beer.

I waited until he took a long drink, and shook my head at how easily and comfortable he seemed to fit into my house. I had a glass of tea, since I was planning on keeping clear of any type of alcohol for the foreseeable future, I moved back to the stove and once again we fell into conversation.

I was taking out a dish from the oven, along with the bread I’d put in to warm, when he finally asked the most important question of all. “What are we having, Ani?”

Italian, my preference on any given day, was what we were having. And we ate at the island, side by side, talking as he complimented me on every single part of our meal. I loved watching people appreciate the meals I cooked, Kelsey raved every time she came over for lunch or dinner, and her dad was no different. I had a flash of Roger not being all that interested in what I cooked, his focus more on eating things that would keep him fit and trim, clearly to catch all those willing coeds.

“You just flinched,” he offered, as he swallowed another bite. “What were you thinking about?”

I huffed out a breath that was a cross between a laugh and a snort. “Roger, the ex.” He was studying me. “I just realized, he never seemed to like what I cooked.”

“Fucking idiot.” JD muttered, and I smiled. “That man must have been blind and stupid.” He was still staring, I could feel the heat of his gaze even as my attention returned to my own plate. “What kind of moron screws around on-”

I stopped him. Too dangerous territory. Too close to crossing that invisible line that I wanted him to fucking know existed. “Yeah, well, hindsight.” Taking a sip from my glass, I changed the subject to work.

He helped me clean up, putting leftovers in bowls, one of which I insisted he take with him and loading the dishwasher. We were seated in my living room, a fire flickering in the fireplace because that’s the entire point of having a fireplace, JD nursing a second beer and me still drinking tea.

“Tell me about your family,” he asked, his chair facing the sofa I was lounging on.

I sat up and set my glass on the coffee table. “My family?” Leaning back again, I thought about it. “My mom died when I was really little,” I was five, she had passed away after a long illness, one that even my dad couldn’t fix. “Dad’s a doctor, infectious diseases, and he didn’t really understand my artsy nature.” I smirked, thinking about how aghast he’d been when I came up with a B- for my science classes, and that C for math would forever haunt him. “He liked the outdoors, and since I’m his only kid, I learned to like them too.” I loved the outdoors, the forests, the rivers. Lakes and mountains were my playground growing up. “He really didn’t understand my choice in men.” Like Dr. Aaron Myles, his coworker who was very slightly younger than him, who he caught bending me over a lab table when I was nineteen. “Other than my parents, the extended family isn’t really close. Reunions, holiday cards, you know, the normal.”

“Other than the idiot box you dated recently,” I chuckled at the description. “What wasn’t understandable about your choices?”

Damn inquisitive minds, I thought, but shrugged. What the hell, let’s warn him ahead of time. “Older men, usually his colleagues.” I heard, rather than saw, JD’s inhale. “I was an adult, I swear,” most of the time, I flashed on that one fling and felt a blush rise. “It’s just that-” I was very very irritable at the idea that I had daddy issues, so I had this conversation a LOT over the years. “Men who have more experience, tend to treat women better, you know?”

My eyes met his and I realized that JD was older than me. Maybe not as old as my dad, maybe not as old as my oldest lover, but he was. And his eye color, that molten caramel that had drawn my interest when I’d finally been able to focus my eyes, had gone so dark that pinpointing his pupils would have been a challenge. I bit my lip and his eyes focused on the movement. Shit. Not good.

“How about your family?” I tossed out before we both did something that I would fucking regret when it went to shit.

JD smirked, clearly understanding my attempts at diverting the conversation into safer territories, but I had to think he didn’t really know why. He reminded me that I knew Kelsey and had met his ex wife, but I shook my head. “So you were hatched from an egg and didn’t know your parents?”

He laughed, full bodied at my silly joke. Then he told me about his upbringing. His stint in the military. His path to his current profession. He gave out his life’s story as easily as I did, which wasn’t as common as people might think.

“And you just got out of a-” I stopped, shocked at my line of questioning. Shit. Nope, Ani, not that.

“Molly,” he offered, his eyes still on mine. “Molly Woods.” I nodded. “That was a very weird situation.”

I waited, unsure if I wanted to hear about the woman he kept company with before. I knew his ex wife, the mother of his daughter, but this was fresh. “You don’t have to-”

“It’s ok,” he smiled at me and I had to return it. “I’m a grown up, I can handle talking about it.”

I nodded and he told me about meeting her at a crime scene. How he thought she was insane, given where she’d been staying it made sense, but then he found out the victim had been pregnant, just like she’d warned. He told me how it went from her roofieing him to him being called a terrorist for helping her. How that snowballed into intimacy and how, eventually, he realized that she needed her people more than the two of them needed one another.

“Do you still talk?” My fucking curiosity was going to make me want to jump off a cliff soon.

“Not much,” he answered, leaning forward to sit his beer down on the coffee table. “What we had wasn’t supposed to last, Ani, but we became friends.”

I smiled and let my eyes focus on the view behind him, outside the panel of glass. The green of the forest creeping closer, the darkness not obscuring the leaves that seemed close enough to touch.

“Ani,” my eyes found his again, and I swallowed at the look in his eyes. “Come here.”

Oh no, not happening. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My tongue felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

He bit his lip as he studied me and I felt the burn from that simple gesture all the way down my body. “Why isn’t it?” Shit.

“Rebounds are never a good idea, JD.” Still sounded as dry mouthed as when I woke up in his bed. The thought of a bed and JD increased the burn.

“Then don’t call it a rebound, Ani.” Fucker, I thought, trying for logic and wordplay. “Come here.” He crooked his finger this time and I could swear he had a fucking string attached to it and my body, the yearning was so strong to give in.

“No,” I wanted it to come out strong and clear, but instead it sounded scared and uncertain. “You come here,” wait, what? Fuck, Ani, not helping.

And then he was over top of me, his weight pressing down on mine, and at the first touch of his lips on mine, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had fucked up majorly. Because I had no fucking doubt whatsoever that when this ended, I’d be crushed. Fucking crushed, because with one kiss, I was addicted to JD Richter, and we weren’t even fucking naked.

We didn’t get naked. Not when Kelsey’s voice called out from the door that connected her apartment to the house.

“Ani?” She was growing closer, and JD had pulled back and was grinning as he stayed hovering over me. “I saw Dad’s truck outside and-” She was standing in the threshold of the living room when she stopped speaking and I felt the burn go from lust to embarrassment that his daughter and my best friend had caught him on top of me, with my hands locked around his neck and his slithering under my shirt. “Ah, hey, Dad.”

He was chuckling as he answered her greeting, and I felt like sinking into the sofa and dying. It was one thing for Kels to tell me that she was alright with the two of us, but catching us? That was too fucking much.

JD left a little later with his leftovers, and I had to shake my head as he ignored his daughter’s presence and kissed me with enough passion to make the wood of my house catch fire. Then he smirked down at me, promised to call, and was gone.

I turned to face Kelsey and rolled my eyes at her trying to hold back her own laughter. “Really?” I asked, shaking my head and heading back to the kitchen. “Want me to heat up dinner?”

“Gonna use your face?” She offered, still laughing. “The red of that blush is throwing off enough heat that I have to believe the microwave won’t be needed.” If I keep rolling my eyes, they’re gonna stick that way. “Jesus, you’re a fucking adult, Ani, why are you so embarrassed?”

I shot her a look. “Because he’s your DAD, Kels.”

Shrugging, she took the plate I’d fixed for her from my hands and sat on the same stool her dad had earlier. “So? He’s not YOUR dad, Ani, that would be cause for fucking embarrassment.”

Jesus, the Richters were going to be the death of me.

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theinkquiry · 4 years

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Wei Wuxian's New Year's Eve Plan!

Pairing: WangXian (Wei Wuxian X Lan Wangji)

Prompt: Nie Huaisang is hosting a New Year’s Eve party, and Wei Wuxian finds himself the only one without someone to kiss at the end of the night. It’s a good thing he has a plan to get himself results by the end of the night. But really, there’s only one person he wants a kiss from…

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The party was in full swing by the time Wei Wuxian arrived with his siblings in tow. New Year’s Eve traffic had been insane. Poor Little Apple almost broke down twice on the way over. Music was blasting out of overhead speakers, and a whole group of people were dancing like it was the end of the world. Drinks sloshed around in fancy champagne glasses and strobe lights swept the floor.

Navigating the crowd would have been a nightmare, but Nie Huaisang was at the door like clockwork to greet his new guests.

“Hey guys! You made it!” The youngest Nie brother handed each of them a drink. Wei Wuxian finished his in one gulp while his siblings wondered how the glass got in their hands so fast. “What took so long?”

Wei Wuxian chuckled. “Oh you know me. I always arrive fashionably late and fashionably dressed.” He pulled at his sparkly red zip-up, layered atop a tasteful black t-shirt.

“Oh, please!” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “We were late since you spent ten minutes crying because you couldn’t find red sneakers to match with your pants!”

“It’s important that they don’t clash with my color palette!” Wei Wuxian motioned to his footwear, which paired well with his jeans.

Jiang Yanli put a hand on each of their shoulders. “Enough, you guys. It’s a new year!”

After making them both promise to be on their best behavior, she left them to find Jin Zixuan. The guy was probably off somewhere flexing his latest watch purchase or whatever else it was peacocks were so fond of doing. Wei Wuxian still had no clue why his sweet elder sister would go for a pretentious guy like him, but the universe worked in mysterious ways.

“Sorry I was late,” Jiang Cheng mumbled into Nie Huaisang’s hair. Huaisang shook his head, whispering something in his ear and kissing his cheek.

Not a second in, and Wei Wuxian cooed at how quickly his younger brother’s resolve crumbled around his boyfriend. Jiang Cheng was blushing, most likely thankful for the dark atmosphere so that no one would be able to see him.

He must have sensed the mental camera Wei Wuxian was wielding to capture the moment for later teasing purposes, because Jiang Cheng shot him a glare. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Oh yeah!” Nie Huaisang cut in before the two could engage in another sibling argument. “Who’re you going to kiss at midnight, Wei-ge?”

Wei Wuxian put his hands on his hips. “I have no clue! But don’t worry, there’s a plan!”

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “Please don’t tell me you were serious about that ludicrous idea you were telling A-jie and I about in the car.”

“What’s so bad about it?”

Nie Huaisang tugged on Jiang Cheng’s sleeve, leaning his head on his shoulder. “What happened in the car?”

Jiang Cheng groaned while Wei Wuxian’s eyes glinted with mischief. “I was telling them about the plan where I stand on the balcony and wait for my one true love to plant one on me!”

“It’s so dumb!” Jiang Cheng insisted. “Who in their right mind would do something like that? Besides, it’s not like you want just anyone to waltz up to you. You want… what?”

Wei Wuxian was giving his brother a look like he knew something the other didn’t. The older brother may be single, but even he still had more tact and charm in the romance department than poor Jiang Cheng. His attention was drawn to the shorter man who was on his shoulder.

The look on Jiang Cheng’s face was priceless when he saw Nie Huaisang’s signature panicked look. “H-Huaisang? What’s wrong?”

Huaisang wiped away imaginary tears. He crossed his arms with a hmph! “I gave Wei-ge that idea! D-do you think I’m dumb?”

Wei Wuxian cackled the entire way towards the drinks bar as he heard his little brother try and do damage control behind him. He squeezed his way through the crowd as their bodies pulsed to the blaring bass. This wasn’t his first time around at one of Huaisang’s parties, so he knew what to expect. Despite carrying two bottles of Emperor’s Smile in his hands, not a single drop spilled.

He made it to the other side. His legs stumbled a bit as he pulled himself apart from the last dancer. Though he was a “people person,” Wei Wuxian found it much more fun to sit back and watch the action.

Besides, this gave him the perfect chance to scope out his potential New Year’s kiss. There was no way he was ending this night solo. What kind of world would it be if Jiang Cheng got a kiss but he didn’t?

But the party was swarming with couples. Everyone he knew was there! His sister was hanging out with the peacock crew, outclassing them as usual. Mianmian was dancing off to the side a bit with her girlfriend. Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen stuck out as the two tallest people in the room by the bar. Though the Lan didn’t drink, he was having fun watching his boyfriend show off his arms as if they were meeting for the first time. He even spotted Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan on the couch looking quite comfortable laying next to one another.

What kind of party was this? There were no fish left in the sea! Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but to be honest Wei Wuxian was being rather picky with his options. The girls he usually had flirtatious conversations wouldn’t do. He wasn’t there to lead them on, and everyone involved knew it was just for a good laugh. And there was no way in hell he was going to kiss someone like Jin Guangyao. All that was left was…

“Lan Zhan!” He greeted the quiet man who had materialized next to him. “I didn’t realize you came to parties like these.”

And he didn’t, at least not often. Whatever the reason was for Lan Zhan’s presence, Wei Wuxian wasn’t complaining. The Lan wore a light blue turtleneck and white scarf. Somehow not a drop of sweat was on him despite the packed room. His composed stance and neutral expression made it seem like he was in a library rather than the hottest New Year’s Eve rager in the city.

“You look great!” Wei Wuxian shouted though they were right next to one another.

Lan Zhan nodded. “You too.”

Wei Wuxian felt his heart skip a beat at the compliment. Discreet as it was, it was a far cry from the disdain Lan Zhan used to have for him as a teenager. Nowadays, they didn’t see each other often. But Wei Wuxian felt inexplicably drawn to the man, and always ran into him when he least expected it.

They had a bunch of impromptu lunches together. Wei Wuxian would talk about everything going on in life and Lan Zhan would sit in silence and pay for all the meals. No matter what Jiang Cheng said, it did not count as a date. They were just… hanging out! Catching up! No way did Lan Zhan want to be with someone like Wei Wuxian.

He was loud, gaudy, and Lan Zhan’s uncle had a grudge against him since forever. So no matter what, Wei Wuxian tried not to think too much about how Lan Zhan always smelled amazing. Or how he was hilarious if anyone bothered to pay attention to the lines of his face (which Wei Ying always did). Or even how he was surprisingly great with kids. Wei Wuxian was lucky to be able to have Lan Zhan as a friend. It would be unfair to push for more.

“What’s….” Lan Zhan started.

Wei Wuxian raised his brows. Lan Zhan wasn’t the type to start talking first.

He must have noticed the other’s intrigue. Lan Zhan cleared his throat and began again. “What’s your New Year’s Resolution?”

“That was such a stiff question!” Wei Wuxian almost choked on his beer. Why did Lan Zhan have to be so cute even when he was awkward? Still, it would not be fair if the question was unanswered. Lan Zhan was doing his best! Wei Wuxian had to support him. “I don’t have one.”

Lan Zhan tilted his head. It was clear he was out of conversation topics. That was alright, Wei Wuxian was never one to leave silence between them.

“Why, what’s yours? Wait! Let me guess… you want to… get a girlfriend?” Wei Wuxian grinned, elbowing Lan Zhan’s arm.

The man frowned.

“No? Then let me guess. Probably something that you already do perfectly. Like work, right?”

He shook his head.

“Still no? Haha, don’t worry. I’ll get it soon. I don’t have all night, though.” At this, Lan Zhan’s interest was piqued. Bingo! Wei Wuxian congratulated himself on the inside. “You see, I don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. But not for long!”

Now Lan Zhan was very interested. Wei Wuxian couldn’t for the life of him figure out why, though. It’s not like Lan Zhan to show jealousy. Though, out of all their mutual friends, the two of them were the only single ones left. Lan Zhan probably didn’t want to be the last one left.

“Huaisang helped me come up with a plan. I’m going to stand on that balcony over there.” Wei Wuxian pointed towards the spot. It was empty, as if waiting for him to go over. “Then at midnight, I’ll close my eyes and kiss whoever is out there with me.”

Lan Zhan had the funniest look on his face. Through the flashy lights, his golden eyes widened. Mouth agape and looking a little lost, Wei Wuxian wished he could take out his phone to freeze this moment in time. He felt a little bad, though. Maybe Lan Zhan wasn’t the best person to tell.

Still, a part of Wei Wuxian wanted to in hopes that Lan Zhan would sweep in at the last moment and confess his feelings or something. It was a ridiculous thought. Lan Zhan would never do something so brash.

Wei Wuxian scratched the back of his head. “D-don’t worry! Huaisang promised that he’s gonna personally send someone out for me. On scout’s honor!”

Lan Zhan blinked. “I did not know Nie Huaisang was a scout.”

Wei Wuxian paused for a moment. Holy shit Lan Zhan just made a joke! A melodious laugh burst out of Wei Wuxian. He steadied himself against the wall. It was always when he least expected it.

“Don’t you worry, Lan Zhan. Who’s the worst person he could send in? Jin Guangyao?” Wei Wuxian continued laughing, but his friend did not share the same enthusiasm. He stopped. “Just to clarify, I am not kissing Jin Guangyao.”

Why did he have to say it like that? Now Lan Zhan was going to think he was even more of a shameless deviant than he already was!

Before he could ruin things even more, the world granted him a break in the form of a drunk Jiang Cheng stumbling over their way. Nie Huaisang trailed after him, phone held up against his lips. Oh he was definitely recording to tease his boyfriend later.

“Looks like you two made up,” Wei Wuxian observed. “What did you make him do?”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “Not much. Three shots. In a row. He’s a little tipsy, but I’ll take care of him. Won’t I, A-Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng murmured something in a voice that could be described as whiny before pulling Huaisang into a hug. He peppered kisses all atop Huaisang’s head. The host put his phone away, reaching up to pat the taller man’s cheek.

“What’re you two up to?” Huaisang asked.

“I’m telling Lan Zhan about the plan!” Wei Wuxian answered.

“Oh? Is that so? And what are Wangji’s thoughts?”

Jiang Cheng slurred, “It’s s-so dumb… L-Lan Wangji’s right! There!”

Lan Zhan huffed. He thought for a second before replying. “Ridiculous.”

Wei Wuxian laughed at the predictability of the answer, but Huaisang kept his knowing smile. “Interesting you say that.”

The three of them plus a tipsy Jiang Cheng kept on chatting for a little while. It was mostly Huaisang and Wei Wuxian talking while taking an occasional break to mess with the drunk Jiang brother. The whole exchange, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but notice that Huaisang’s eyes kept sliding to the side. It wasn’t enough to call out, but enough to make Wei Wuxian wonder what the man had planned for him at the end of the night.

But Wei Wuxian was glad to have Lan Zhan to keep him company the whole night. Even though he didn’t drink, his presence was one of Wei Wuxian’s favorites. When asked a question, the man was precise; he didn’t put on any airs. And he never left when Wei Wuxian began to blather on about something wild and out there. In fact, getting those exasperated sighs and eye-rolls was a bit of a guilty pleasure for Wei Wuxian (minus the guilt).

It wasn’t hard to have chatted the entire evening away.

Before long, it was the last few minutes before midnight. The mood of the entire room changed. The lights dimmed to a low orange glow, and voices began to quiet down.

“Ah, it looks like it’s almost time.” Wei Wuxian gave Lan Zhan a sympathetic smile. In truth, he was sad to leave the man’s side as well. But a plan was a plan, and he still wanted that New Year’s kiss. Maybe next year, he’d be able to get the man he wanted. “We’ll see each other soon for food, right? My treat this time, I promise!”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan nodded. He looked a bit down. Wei Wuxian tried not to let it bother him as he turned away and headed for the balcony.

Winter air hit his face as soon as he stepped outside. It was cold as hell! As great as he looked, his sparkly red jacket did little to pack in any insulation. Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around himself, rubbing up and down to generate some heat. Puffs of his breath were visible as he willed himself to stay still.

The city was quite dazzling. There were people all over the streets. The world froze as the countdown began. A couple of snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Each soft white drop landed with grace against his skin.

He shivered. Through the sliding door, he could hear the partygoers inside count down.

Five!

He closed his eyes.

Four!

He heard the door open.

Three!

Footsteps came towards him.

Two!

Strong hands held his arms.

One!

Lips crashed into his, and Wei Wuxian had to open his eyes.

When he did, his legs almost gave in. Little bits of snow clung onto black hair. A white scarf billowed through the city air. And warm lips captured his in a searing, intense, heart-racing kiss. Wei Wuxian’s eyes blinked once, and Lan Zhan’s warm golden ones met his.

He let go, and it was cold again. Wei Wuxian felt his face heat up. Lan Zhan- it was Lan Zhan who was his midnight kiss!

“It’s you!” Wei Wuxian was shocked to the core. He was so happy, he couldn’t even move. There weren’t enough words he could come up with to express how he felt.

Lan Zhan stood there, looking quite sheepish all of a sudden. That wouldn’t do. Wei Wuxian took a step forward and used his hands to cup the Lan’s face. He could almost cry out of relief. “It’s you…”

Lan Zhan moved his hands to hold the ones on his face. “Wei Ying…”

No words sufficed, so Wei Wuxian closed his eyes and leaned in once more. This time, he really savored every sensation that flew over his body. The enveloping smell of sandalwood, the feeling of Lan Zhan’s strong arms around his body, the way he would pant a little bit when the kiss deepened.

Wei Wuxian lost count of how long it had been the kiss concluded. “God, Lan Zhan.” He giggled, unable to resist another quick kiss. “I love you so much, you know that?”

Lan Zhan’s whole body froze for a moment. He looked into Wei Wuxian’s eyes, looking for a sign of joking or shiftiness. But all he saw was Wei Ying. His beautiful, unrestrained, thoughtful Wei Ying. “I… I love Wei Ying as well.”

At those words, Wei Wuxian gave him the most dazzling smile. Fireworks bloomed in the sky. Wei Wuxian cozied up to Lan Zhan’s sweater, basking in the warm wool as a wintry mix swirled around them.

“Resolution.” Lan Zhan murmured.

“What?”

“My resolution. Ask Wei Ying out.”

Wei Wuxian had to process the words for a minute. A smile spread across his face as he threw his arms around his love. “Hahaha! Oh, Lan Zhan. You are just…unbelievable. You’re going to need a new resolution since you finished that one so fast! Hey hey! Don’t worry, I’ll help you think of one. What about, take Wei Ying to bed every day? Is it too soon for that? Are we there yet? Nevermind, okay. How about, pay for all of Wei Ying’s meals? Wait, you kind of already do that one. Hmm, let’s keep think-”

Lan Zhan sighed, pulling his Wei Ying in for a longer kiss to shut him up.

Music rang from the streets below, and fireworks rained down from the sky above. Surrounded by the one he loved most in the world, Wei Wuxian let himself melt away. All words left his mouth after Lan Zhan pulled away. Their breaths mingled with the frigid night air.

Lan Zhan took his scarf off for a moment to wrap it around them both. Wei Wuxian took the opportunity to press a few lazy kisses to the side of Lan Zhan’s mouth before wrapping his body around him. He leaned in close to his ear.

“Happy new year, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan’s hold tightened around his waist, and he no longer felt cold.

“Mn. Happy new year, Wei Ying.”

#mdzs #mdzs fic #wangxian #the untamed #魔道祖师 #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian x lan wangji #wei ying #lan zhan #cql #modern au #my god i have no clue how to tag for this fandom

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One More Night. Pt 3

A/n: Link to mentioned sweater: https://ateezstylesearch.tumblr.com/post/186794427005/kim-hongjoong-acme-de-la-vie-baby-face-hoodlie

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Chapter: 3/14

Genre: Mutual pining, canon compliant, fluffy af, angsty af, suggestive, teasing and filled with that good shit that everyone loves

Words in this chapter: 6591

I rubbed my eyes, before hiding a yawn with a sleeve covered hand. It was dark, the big analogue clock that hung from the ceiling ticked past eight and I shuddered slightly from sleep deprivation and the chilly temperature in the hall before I pulled my sweater closer around my body. It was the 11th of March and we waited to board the flight to the US. All of us, both members and staff were nervous and excited to go on the first tour. The butterflies in my stomach made me antsy and I couldn’t sit down for long until I got up and started pacing again, endlessly going through the list of things I knew had to bring with me and compared it with what I'd packed. It was an anxious feeling, but I knew that I hadn’t forgotten anything, I’d checked, and double checked again but the feeling wasn’t going away and I simply accepted that I would have to deal with it. I looked down at Hongjoong where he sat a meter from where I was standing, diagonally away from him. I’d sat next to him before I got up, his eyes never wavered from the laptop on his outstretched legs, used to my actions since I’d been sitting and standing on repeat the last hour. I watched him, as I usually did when he was too deep into what he was doing to notice my gaze, sucked on the inside of my cheek as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Most likely writing down lyrics to a song or composing new material, eyes flicked from one side of the screen to another while he chewed on his lower lip behind the face mask. He looked up suddenly, probably from sensing my stare, curiosity twinkled in his eyes and I looked away quickly, raised my face mask over my mouth and nose to hide my burning face. He scoffed softly and a smile made his eyes squint. “I was just thinking” I tried to defend myself, knowing that he knew exactly why I was staring and he gave me another glance under his fringe that spoke of his disbelief but didn’t say anything, we were surrounded by staff from all kinds of departments and he didn’t want to cause an unnecessary scene. Some of the members started to record a log just before a lady’s voice could be heard from the speaker, bidding the passengers to go to their gate and Hongjoongs brows furrowed, annoyed that he had to stop in the middle of his thought process. I collected my things, gave him a glance to make sure that he really stopped doing what he did and received a look from him as he scrunched his nose at me, being fully aware that I knew him almost as well as he knew himself by now, and that he��d gladly sit and work until the very last second. I joined my colleagues and Eunji who were standing a bit further down, chatting and gossiping about the latest within the company and I zoned out slightly, not really caring at all about who married / slept / had an altercation with who and what happened afterwards. Eunji came to stand beside me, her newly cut short bob bouncing as she came to a halt and she gave me a big smile, “Are you excited to go back?” She asked and I paused for a second, happy but not really surprised, knowing her, that she remembered my overseas studies. “I look forward to New York, maybe if we have an hours or so over, I’d like to visit some of my old favourite places” I could feel my cheeks heat over the request, knowing how tight the schedule was going to be but she only smiled at me, “We’ll see what we can do” The queue started moving forward and I could hear the members talking a bit further up, still recording. Hongjoong in sweater with the bright green patterned hoodie looked back, saw me amongst the crowd and took a bee line to stand aside and wait for me, cutting off Yeosang who gave him a confused and slightly offended look when he walked around him instead. I gave him a confused smile, feeling how my heart skipped a beat when he started to walk beside me instead but he didn’t say anything and I looked down at the floor, quickly covered my ears with my hair as I felt them heating up slightly from my flustered state. Staff around us only spared a glance, used to the interactions by now and that there was no need to question our close friendship, most of them probably thought that I already had a man at home and was just very passionate about my work. I know I would (because, seriously. It was Hongjoong we were talking about and even if his looks might not be everyone's cup of tea, his charisma could charm off your pants in a second) We boarded and I took my window seat in front of Hongjoong, Eunji beside me and another styling noona, who was getting trained to have her own focus as well beside her. The boys continued with their log, the camera going between them as they recorded a small segment, talked about the last time they were in the US and I unloaded my luggage in the compartment above us before I made myself comfortable as an announcement over the plane speakers was heard, apologizing that there would be a small delay because they still loaded in luggage and I could feel how a cold sweat broke out on my brows, praying that Hongjoong’s wardrobe wouldn’t get lost. Ten minutes later and the plane finally started to move, and I put in my headphones, popped a chewing gum in my mouth, leaned back and watched out the window as we lift off. I didn’t mind flying but take off, when the engines roared and the whole plane was shaking. The noise almost ear deafening and then the sudden push forward, always made me feel a bit sick to my stomach. We were in the air within a few minutes and I removed my headphones again as the seat belt sign turned off, a voice over the speakers introduced themselves and the other cabin crew. They gave us information about the trip, when food and refreshments were going to come out, thanked us for choosing their airline and then requested that we still were to wear our seatbelts on if we sat still in our seats. I looked back and couldn’t help but smile, Hongjoong was out cold, head rested against the side of the plane. I decided that I should rest as well. Food wouldn’t be served for another hour and I could really use the sleep, knowing that I would work my ass off as soon as we’d land, jet lag be damned. I woke up an hour later by a sharp jab from a finger in my side. I frowned, annoyed and moved to the side, away from the place I knew the finger was but it didn’t stop the abuse and I opened my eyes as I received another jab and looked down, recognized the hand and looked behind me, eyes angry and sleep drunk when I met Hongjoong's. I squinted and drilled them into him, my mouth pressed into a line of disapproval and he pouted with an innocent look as if he’d done nothing wrong. I turned forward again just as the same voice from before announced that food was on its way. I sat up straighter, arched my back and stretched, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and covered my mouth as a yawn escaped my lips. The yawn got interrupted though as a familiar finger sneaked between my seat and the wall again but this time I was ready and grabbed him, pulled his finger to my mouth and bit down, not hard, but hard enough to earn a sharp yelp from his lips as he flinched and retreated. I looked back again and gave him a victorious smile. He squinted at me but didn’t try the action again and I giggled softly for myself just as our food arrived. We ate, another half an hour passed, and refreshments arrived, and I reached for my coffee with grabby hands, barely giving it time to cool down before I placed the cup against my lips, winching slightly when it burned a little on my tongue. Another hour and the cabin crew walked one final round to make sure that everyone was comfortable and satisfied before they turned off the light and bid us a good night. I sighed, unsure if I would be able to catch any sleep, the slight turbulence made my heart beat fast and I cradled my legs against my chest while I leaned against the side of the plane, Eunji snored softly beside me and I wished that I had her calm and composed personality. I guessed it came with experience within the company, being able to sleep whenever because sleep wasn’t always a guarantee. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my own breathing as more and more staff fell asleep around me. A few minutes passed and I was deep in thought, reminiscing about my time in the states and how good it would feel to come back when the sudden feeling of a hand on the naked skin of my arm made me jump. I looked back, knowing who the assailant was but couldn’t see him in the darkness. I could hear the fabric of his clothes move though as he leaned forward, his breath hot on my face and I swallowed hard. “Are you awake noona?” He whispered softly, almost inaudible and I nodded before I remembered that he couldn’t see me and pressed out a small “Yes” I felt my heart race when he leaned even closer. It couldn’t be more than two decimetres between our faces, and I swear I could hear him gulp, “Can I hold you?” He asked and must’ve immediately realized how vague he sounded because he added, “Your hand, can I hold your hand? I… I don’t like it when the plane shake” I tensed my jaw, cursed my whole existence as I reached back and held in a small gasp when his warm hand clasped mine, intertwining our fingers. I was used to his skin against mine, I didn’t have much choice in the matter since I was the one who dressed him, but this wasn’t work related. This was him reaching out to me because he wanted my touch, and I swallowed hard, hoping that he wouldn’t feel how my pulse picked up on my wrist. The position worked for me, the gap between the seat and the side of the plane was quite wide but I was concerned about how Hongjoong was going to sit until I heard how he pulled down the small table attached to the back of my seat and leaned over it, probably resting his head in his left arm. “Good night Joongie” I said, and he sighed, a small yawn paused his reply, “Good night noona” - It was 21:15 and I was beyond tired. It was late when we arrived in LA, already afternoon and I gave the blazing sun an angry look, cursed the time difference between us. We only worked for a couple of hours but it went slower than normal, everyone in the team sludgy and constantly yawning as we unpacked and made sure that each set of wardrobe went to each member, their personal clothes and the ones for the stage separated, setting up hair, make-up and making sure that the venue was in order for the big first day three days from now. The jet lag was noticeable, a sixteen-hour difference and then missing out on an entire day wasn’t a joke and Eunji, who always had her things perfectly in order, wasn't immune to it. But we helped each other out, and everything fell into place eventually. I stumbled up to my hotel room, my body and mind incoherent and it felt like I’d lost an entire night of sleep. A notification on my phone went off and I inhaled sharply, my eyes closed as I paused in the middle of the corridor. Hoping and praying that it wasn’t Eunji who’d encountered a problem and that it would take longer until I could go to sleep. I opened the phone and dreaded the message but the profile photo of a familiar minion together with a text that read, ‘join me for snacks, noona?’ and an emoji with shiny puppy eyes, popped up instead. I sighed and rubbed my face with the hand that wasn’t holding my phone. My mouth pressed into a thin line as my legs shook slightly from exhaustion ‘30 minutes, my room and you bring the snacks’ I hit send, knowing that Eunji, who I was sharing my room with, had gotten more sleep than me on the plane and was probably going to stay up and work at the venue for another hour or two. I continued walking, my room just a few doors down. I’d barely been inside it, not even registering how it looked when we arrived since I immediately had to go to the venue, but the nice, fresh smell of cleaning and washing detergent was appreciated as I entered. I looked longingly at the crisp white sheets of the bed before I walked over to my bag and took out a set of oversized sweats and then went straight into the shower. The water felt amazing on my back and I could’ve been in there for an hour if it wasn’t for the fact that I'd have a guest over. I dried up, blow dried my hair and pulled it up in a bun, my clothes soft on my body and I opened the doors to the balcony and stepped out while I waited. My room was on the 21th floor and the cold wind blew into my face as I placed my arms around myself in a self-hug and looked out over the sea of lights underneath me for a few seconds before I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and a sentimental, happy feeling washed over me. To think that I’d experience so much this past year, and now be back in the country where it all started, just two months more and it’d been a year since I got my degree. A knock on the door threw me out of my train of thought and I almost stumbled over my own leg as I rushed to it, feeling incredibly awkward as I did so. Hongjoong stood on the other side, wearing baggy chinos, that black sweater with the kid and donuts on it, hood over his head, a face mask covering his mouth and nose, and holding a bag from a supermarket in his hand. I could feel my heart pick up in speed and my cheeks flushed when he met my eyes, inhaled and gave me a smile. “I missed you today” he said and removed the hood, combed his fingers through his hair as I stood aside to invite him in before I swallowed, my heart beating hard in my chest, “I missed you too, it felt strange to set up everything without you there to monitor me” I joked, and he chuckled lightly as I sat down on my bed, not wanting to get crumbs in Eunji’s. He emptied the contents of the bag before he sat down as well and I squealed with happiness as I grabbed a packet of Reece’s mini cups and pressed it close to my chest, hugging it tightly. Hongjoong watched me, amused as he opened a bag of Cheetos and popped some in his mouth, “So, what have you been up to today?” he asked and avoided my gaze as he looked around the room, my still open balcony door made the curtains move as a gust of wind entered and I paused, savoured the taste of the Reece’s before I answered with a deep sigh, “Believe me, I love this job. I really, really do but I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve just wanted to walk right out and go back to Korea” I popped another Reece’s into my mouth and frowned, the thick peanut butter basically drew all the moisture from my mouth and I reached for a soda before I continued, “Eunji even had problems keeping it together for the few hours we worked” I sighed and took a sip before I rubbed my eyes, winched when the bubbles from the strongly carbonated drink scratched at my throat and how bad my eyes hurt from the lack of sleep, “and it’s been strange to be alone without you there to chat with me…” Hongjoong hummed in agreement and I think it was because of the sleep deprivation but I suddenly felt brave and continued, “Sorry, I think I’m just so used to have you there, next to me all the time. I’m happy that everything is good between us now, considered how strange it could’ve been if we wouldn’t have had that talk a month ago. I know I’m only talking for myself, but you still look good enough to eat and God… “I chuckled slightly, “I mean, could you imagine how it would’ve been if you wouldn’t be an idol and we both worked with something else?” I reached for his Cheetos and it was as if time paused for a few seconds when he looked up at me, a line of confusion on his forehead from my rambling, but then the realization that I poked on the innuendo that we would have fucked by now kicked it and he rolled his eyes before inhaling softly and handled the Cheetos to me, “I can’t believe that you think that this whole thing is one-sided” he said, voice dangerously low and my brows furrowed, unsure if I’d heard correctly. He’s eyes were still focused away from me when he brought his fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicked out to lick one finger clean from the cheesy powder that covered them. I gulped and unconsciously squirmed at the sight, wanting to look away but couldn’t. He must’ve seen my movement in his peripheral because he met my eyes when he popped the next finger into his mouth, a wrinkle between his brows and curiosity twinkling in his eyes as he licked the rest of them clean, and I had to manually tear my eyes from him, fought off the need to squirm again as the scene send a tickling feeling into my core. “It’s that bad, huh” He said in an exhale, but I didn’t respond, hoping that he traced back and talked about my day and not my reaction to him. He paused and I could almost hear him gulp before he spoke up again, his voice dropped another octave, “You know… I’ve been lonely since you said goodbye in the lobby when we arrived. Yunho have hung out with Mingi all day so I had time to think. Had time to do… other things as well when I thought about us” I looked up again, my jaw tensed as he met my gaze, a soft smile on his lips but something else shadowed his face, something that made his eyes glaze over and a precious pink to flush his cheeks and I suppressed a gasp when I realised what was happening, the air around us could suddenly be cut by a butter knife when I froze. I inhaled sharply, my brows furrowed as my stomach flipped and he bit his lower lip, chewed softly on it before he reached out and placed a hand on my thigh. I gulped, felt how butterflies exploded in my stomach and arousal flooded my core. I sighed, bit my lips, closed my eyes and tried to desperately fight off the feeling of wanton lust as he moved closer. I reached out, but the hand that I, in my heart, wanted to place on his cheek, changed direction when my consciousness kicked in and it landed on his chest instead as I stopped him. “Don’t, please” I opened my eyes and couldn’t suppress a gasp this time from escaping my lips when I met his dark eyes, face flushed and pink lips parted and I gulped hard at the sight, every fibre in my body screamed from my need to feel him on me but I stood my ground, “We can’t” I whispered, and he gave me a pained expression. “But I want to, please… I need you noona” He breathed out, voice low and whiny and my hand faltered for a second at the urgency in it. My heart flipped in my chest, but I bit my lip and sharply shook my head, “I can’t Joong… it’s more than just sex. We… we work together… others will notice the change between us, and I can’t risk that, I… “ I paused, his hand still rested on my thigh and it made it hard to think when he softly kneaded the skin, his thumb stroking the inner side of it and I swallowed, “I have fought for years to be in the position I am right now and I can’t risk it all, not for sex. Even though I bet it would be… “His hand finally moved from my thigh, but he placed it around my waist instead, and I suppressed a moan when he pulled my entire body towards him, my outstretched arm bending as our chest flushed together. “It would be… I’d make you feel so good noona. Better than you’ve ever felt. Give me a chance, please, and I’ll make you come harder than you ever had before” He purred and I fought of the need to rub my legs together as I imagined him buried between them, two fingers fucking me while he licked at my heat. The burning feeling as my panties soaked almost made me lose the small ounce of control I had. I braced myself as I looked up, our faces was just centimetres apart, and I tensed my jaw. I couldn’t move, could barely hold his gaze and I focused on my breathing instead of the way I knew his lips would taste. Sweet and tangy from the Cola and Cheetos and I bit my lip as his hand moved over my back, rubbing small circles there. “But I’d lose my job if we’d get caught and I can’t allow that. I’m sorry” I placed my hand on his cheek instead and he leaned into my touch, paused as he understood that what I said wasn’t negotiable and then nodded, a sad look on his face as he sighed. He stood up and I had to bite down on my tongue as the evidence of our soft foreplay dented his pants. I was mere seconds from changing my mind when he sighed again and looked down, blushed slightly, placed his hood over his head again and walked towards the door, “You can keep the snacks, I know that you haven’t eaten since we sat on the plane” he said shortly before he opened the door and walked out, the door clicked shut behind him and I borrowed my face in my hands, fell back against the bed, took the pillow next to me and screamed into it. Horny, frustrated and with a heart that split in two. - The following two days passed in a haze and I barely saw Hongjoong at all. They prepared for the stage, met people they’d only interacted with through their agents, had interviews first thing in the morning and then danced until late into the evening and I was busy with my own stuff, making sure that everything was in order and prepared for the first show. I woke up early on the 15th, went to the venue and ate some breakfast with Eunji who was already there, “Are you ok, sweetheart?” She asked while she sipped her tea, a worried expression on her face and I nodded, still a bit out of focus since I’d looked through my schedule while she asked, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just nerves” I shook my head and gave her a smile through my white lies. “Is it Hongjoong?” She asked, nonchalantly and met my eyes over the edge of her cup and I swear I could feel my heart stop in my chest for a second, I cleared my throat, maybe a bit more forcefully than I counted on and she raised her eyebrows, expecting an answer. “No…?” I said, but the answer sounded more like a question than an answer and Eunji looked away as she took another sip of her tea. “He’s a perfectionist, you both are. I just wanted to know if he caused you too much trouble and if you wanted to change your focus. San has expressed that he is interested to have you as well…” She trailed off and I could feel a blush on my cheeks as my heart swelled with the pride of knowing that I did a good job. “No… I’m flattered, I really am but I don’t need to change my focus. I’m happy with Hongjoong, it really is just my nerves” I repeated, and I could see Eunji nod in my peripheral. The members arrived an hour later and Hongjoong only met my eyes for a second before he looked away again, not even a smile on his lips and I felt my heart drop and shatter like broken glass into the pit of my stomach. He whispered something to the styling noona next to him who nodded and gave him a smile before he sat down in the chair. I tried not to feel hurt, but it was difficult since this was the first time, he broke his schedule in all the time we’d been working together. I sat down again; a bit annoyed as well since I had my own schedule to go after and I was so used to him always getting clothes first and styling second that it was the way I lined up my own time as well. “Why the long face?” San sat down next to me, a big smile on his lips and I pouted, angrily chewing on my inner cheek, my arms crossed over my chest as I motioned towards Hongjoong with my head and San followed my line of sight to see who I was talking about, his smile changed into a confused frown, “But won’t that-” “Rattle up my entire schedule, yeah” I sighed and rubbed down the bridge of my nose, painful anxiety already boiled in my stomach from the thought of being an hour behind, my leg bouncing as I fiddled with the edge of my sleeve, “Sorry to interrupt you… I just” I gave him a distressed smile and shook my head, not able to express the thought process that had to be considered with everything in my work, but San brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “Don’t apologize for doing your job, there is only so much we can ask of you… I mean… we are the ones that Atiny screams for, our faces will be on photocards, in videos and to be seen live but we wouldn’t be able to live our dream if it wasn’t for you. Your hard work is not underappreciated, remember that” I inhaled shakily and turned to look at him, feeling how tears formed in my eyes. Others had expressed their gratitude in me before and I’d gotten compliments on my designs and work ethic but that was all colleagues and others that worked in the same business. To get such genuine appreciation from a client was different and I tore my eyes from his when I felt the tears roll down my cheeks, “Thank you. I really needed to hear that” I gave him a big smile and he opened his arms and I couldn’t help but accept the hug as I fell into his chest. He was built differently from Hongjoong, more bulky muscles around his wider frame and I melted slightly against him as his arms clutched around me. His hand softly stroke down my hair and I felt his heart picking up as he touched me, beating like a fluttering sparrow trapped in its cage. “Needed to hear what?” I broke free from San’s embrace and dried my eyes when Hongjoong came into view. The styling noonas had barely started on his hair and it sprouted slightly in different directions, but I didn’t find the joy to even giggle. He looked pissed, as if he and I were an actual couple and he’d just caught me cheating. I let San go, flustered that I’d just thrown myself into his lap, not that he was a stranger, but I didn’t know him nearly half as well as I knew Hongjoong and I felt embarrassment creep up to my cheeks, flushing my face red. San didn’t seem to have minded my body against his though because he squeezed my shoulder comfortingly before he stood up and took a step towards Hongjoong, voice tense but dangerously calm, “She needed some appreciation. She is the only one still with her own focus and works like she’d been doing this for years. You do realize the kind of stress she put herself through all the time, right? I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing but if she starts to cry from gratitude because I simply thanked her for doing an amazing job, you’re doing something very wrong” I looked between the two of them, confused and hurt of the fact that they fought. A rarity that only happened twice since I started working and none as serious as this seemed to be. “Don’t” Hongjoong warned as San took another step forward, fists clenched as if he was going to throw punches any second and I swallowed, not really knowing what to do. There was barely a two-centimetre height difference between them, San being the taller one, so neither could look down on the other but Hongjoong had the presence and authority of someone who was at least two decimetres higher. San puffed out his chest, standing dangerously close to his hyung and Hongjoong drilled his eyes into him, challenged him like an alpha wolf challenged his beta. Ten tense seconds passed as they stared each other down, not even blinking before San finally broke the eye contact, huffed, gave me another glance and walked out of the room with angry steps. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Come with me” Hongjoong ordered, not sparing me a glance and I followed silently in his steps, avoided the concerned eyes from the styling noonas and the rest of the members, pulled the rack with clothes with me so that no one would question why just the two of us would walk away from the group, especially after an altercation like that. He opened a door several rooms down, let me enter first and nearly slammed the door behind him, making me flinch when he did so, “Care to explain?” He asked, cheeks red with anger and I took a step back, a bit frightened of this sudden new side of him, “Explain?” I repeated and he gave me a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes and he combed his hair with his fingers, bit on his tongue like he couldn’t believe my confusion. “Was that the real reason why you didn’t want to be with me yesterday? Do you feel an attraction to San as well? You want to feel him up as much as me, huh? For him to do all the nasty things to you that I wanted to do?” I opened my mouth to protest, to explain that it wasn’t the case and that he was crazy to even think such a thing, but he continued to rant, “Do you know what I did after I left your room yesterday? I spend an hour replaying the memory of you in my arms, the swell of your breast against my chest and my hand around your waist… I… I continued to imagine how things could’ve gone if you didn’t force me to leave. I came harder than I’d done in months and you… It’s like you’re playing with me” He bit down on his lower lip, chest heaving, and eyes teared up. A pained expression made his eyebrows furrow and I wanted to reach out to touch him, to hold him but this time it was his hand that stopped me as he held it out to block me from coming closer. “Joong…” I started and he swallowed, furiously rubbed his eyes when he felt that the tears threatened to fall, “Do you have… feelings for me?” I asked and he sighed, his hand moved down to rub down his face. “I don’t even know how that emotion would even feel, I’ve never been in love… I just… when I saw you with San… I… got angrier than I’ve ever been before, it was like someone just placed a red translucent fabric over my eyes and I just had to… make him disappear” He slumped against the wall behind him, as if all the angry testosterones that had been boiling through his blood stream left in an instant. I bit on the inside of my cheek and reached out to him, slowly and carefully as if I approached a wounded animal. His eyes rolled back, and a shaky, controlled breath left his lungs as he closed his eyes when my fingers reached his face. I moved away some hair from his forehead and he reluctantly leaned against my touch and I got braver and inhaled deeply before I took another step forward and placed my arms around him instead. He choked on his breath and embraced me as well, his hands clutching my clothes like he was drowning, and I was his lifebuoy. “I’m going to tell you a story, so just bear with me, ok?” I took another deep breath, “When I was nineteen and graduated high school, I had one goal in mind” I started out softly, still holding onto him tightly, “I wanted to design for a group that was going to be the next big thing. I wanted to dress them and watch as they took over the world. I spent five years abroad, in a country I didn’t know, all on my own. It was tough, lonely, and I wanted to quit more times than I could count…” I sighed and Hongjoong shook slightly against me. I could feel him crying, his tears wet my shoulder but I didn’t mind and softly rubbed circles down his back as he breathed heavily into the crook of my neck, “But I graduated, and I went back to Korea, actually scored myself a nice two roomed apartment, with a lot of help from family and friends and when autumn came around and a job offer fell into my email inbox, I decided that I’d give it a shot. Even though the company was small and not with many artists, I knew it was a possibility that this was my chance. Because a small company didn’t automatically mean failure. I was called for an interview. It went well, they seemed to like me, and I understood what I got myself into. I saw the numbers, the interest rate of the group, your group, that I was going to work with, and I understood that this was my chance to have the career I wanted. I wrote under the contract without a thought that everything it warned me about was ever going to happen” Hongjoong looked up, face centimetres from mine, eyes red from tears and I swallowed down the feeling of heartache, “I was determined that I’d never let anything or anyone get between me and my passion of doing what I did… but then I met you for the first time, stitching at your red jacket at that meeting and you stepped in to defend me. I was thankful, but even more thankful when you came to visit me in my office a few days later to tell me that my decision to bring that jacket with me was the best thing I could’ve done for myself... I was over the moon” Hongjoong broke our gaze, a smile on his lips and I couldn’t help but smile back, my heart swelled over with warmth, “These following months have been amazing and I found a friend in you that I never expected to find…“ I paused and looked away, my heart sinking as I sighed, “But that is what we need to be, friends. I can’t deny my attraction to you, both physically and emotionally. I care about you, a lot. But the thing between us can never be more than this… a hug, a gentle caress to comfort, a chat when we need someone to talk with… You’re under a dating ban as well, right? It’s not just my job and reputation we’re jeopardizing, it’s yours as well… and you’re not ready to risk everything you’ve worked for… right? Hongjoong let me go and combed through his hair with a frustrated flick of his wrist, avoiding my gaze and taking a deep breath to control his voice, “Of course I’m not. I feel rude for saying it but no, I can’t risk it. I understand what you’re saying, and I agree. It’s just that…” He looked up again and I shuddered slightly for the heavy intensity in his eyes, “Dating is one thing, and I care about you; I can admit that too, but sex is something entirely different. I know you by now, know about the glances you give me when you think that I can’t see, the way you suck on the inside of your cheek and the way your eyelids fall. I bet that you’ve gotten off with me in mind more than once. It’s more than just an attraction. You want me too- I know you do” “Yes, it’s like that for you. Sex is one thing but...” I refused to agree with his statement that I’d ever gotten off with him in mind and got more and more frustrated with him as he tried to sneak his way around me to make me admit that there was a very slight chance that no one would find out about us. Silently cursed at him as he refused to understand that even though we’d only sleep together, it would still affect our working relationship and once we’d step over that threshold, it would risk everything” “We’d just have to be careful” Hongjoong shrugged and I shook my head, certain that he was joking around with me now. His eyebrows rose and a smile tugged on the corners of his lips, “No... you don’t even want to try?” I gave him a look that clearly told him that this conversation was over, but he just chuckled, “I’ll make you submit, just you wait”

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1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

The first I got involved in? Not wrote, but just... involved. Mh. It’s gotta be One Piece, that’s where I discovered fanart and fanfiction for the first time. First fic I ever read was some self-insert love-triangle between a Mary-Sue and Luffy and Ace and I absolutely loved it because the mere fact that here, for free, I just got to read about my favorite characters and my favorite anime was absolutely mindblowing.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Holy effing shit this one alone will take A LONG TIME. Okay. Cutting this short to actually involved in, as in I actively read or wrote in that fandom, not every time a ship caught my fancy. And only one OTP per fandom, the top OTP.

Also, alphabetical order.

Ace of Diamond: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Arrowverse: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Avatar - Legend of Korra: Iroh II/Bolin (I never really got into TLA when it came to fanfiction)

Ben 10: Rook Blonko/Ben Tennyson (HIGHLY UNTERRATED SHIP!)

Beyblade: Yuriy Iwanov/Rei Kon (my second-ever fandom where I actually got active as a writer! ;^;)

Card Captor Sakura: Spinel Sun/Keroberos

Charmed: Cole Turner/Phoebe Halliwell

Chicago Fire: Kelly Severide/Matt Casey

Danny Phantom: Danny Phantom/Danny Fenton (...and here, you can see exhibit A as to how I got into selfcest)

Death Note: Yagami Light/L

Descendants: Prince Pen/Carlos de Vil

Detective Conan: Kuroba Kaito/Kudou Shinichi

Digimon: Motomiya Daisuke/Takaishi Takeru

Dragon Prince: Soren/Callum

Entourage: Ariel Gold/Eric Murphy

Eureka: Nathan Stark/Jack Carter

Fairy Tail: Loke/Lucy Heartfilia (it’s my OTP, but it’s not the ship I was reading xD)

Fast and the Furious: Dominic Toretto/Brian O’Conner

Free!: Yamazaki Sousuke/Nanase Haruka

Glee: David Karofsky/Kurt Hummel/Noah Puckerman

Grimm: Eddie Monroe/Nick Burckhardt

Haikyuu!!: Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou

Harry Potter: Fred & George Weasley/Harry Potter

Heroes: Gabriel Gray/Peter Petrelli

Hetalia Axis Powers: France/Germany

Hunger Games: Cato/Peeta Mellark

Imposters: Richard Evans/Ezra Bloom

Inuyasha: Kouga/Inuyasha

Jungle Book: Shere Khan/Bagheera

How to Train Your Dragon/Rise of the Guardians: Hiccup Haddock/Jack Frost

Killjoys: Prima Dezz/Johnny Jaqobis

Kim Possible: Shego/Kim Possible

Kingdom Hearts: Axel/Sora

Kuroko no Basuke: Takao Kazunari/Kuroko Tetsuya

Lord of the Rings: Gimli/Legolas

Lucifer: Mazikeen Smith/Chloe Decker

MacGyver: Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver

Magi Legend of the Labyrinth: Sinbad/Alibaba Saluja

Marvel: it’s a tie between Loki/Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

Maze Runner: Newt/Thomas

Merlin: Gwaine/Merlin

Miraculous Ladybug: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste

Musketeers: Porthos/Athos/Aramis/D’Artagnan

One Piece: Trafalgar Law/Monkey D. Luffy

Percy Jackson: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson

Pitch Perfect: Kommissar/Beca Mitchell

Prince of Stride: Suwa Reiji/Fujiwara Takeru

Psych; Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer

Ranma 1/2: Ryoga Hibiki/Ranma Saotome

Riverdale: Jughead Jones/Archie Andrews

Road to El Dorado: Tulio/Miguel

Royal Pains: Boris Küster von Jürgens-Ratenicz/Henry Lawson

Sailor Moon: Kou Seiya/Tsukino Usagi tied with Tenoh Haruka/Tsukino Usagi

Scrubs: Percival Cox/JD Dorian

Shadowhunters: Magnus Bane/Jace Herondale

Sky High: Warren Peace/Will Stronghold

Sleeping Beauty: Maleficent/Aurora

Smallville: Oliver Queen/Clark Kent

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Transformers: Ironhide/William Lennox/Sam Witwicky

Trollhunters: Draal/Jim Lake

Twilight: Edward Cullen/Jacob Black

Vampire Academy: Mason Ashford/Christian Ozera

Voltron: Takashi Shirogane/Keith Kogane/Lance McClain

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp/Glinda of the Arduennas

Young Justice: Roy Harper/Dick Grayson

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Kaiba Seto/Jonouchi Katsuya (the first ever ship I wrote for!!!)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

I mean. 75% of the ships I love are “obscure”. I... I always find the very obvious mainstream ships... boring. I mean, sometimes I find them nice in canon, but mostly I find canon to provide enough about them that I don’t really need fandom to get more of it, you know? Or, which also often happens, I find the mainstream ships have more of a very strong friendship-dynamic, or even a sibling-dynamic in some cases, and I just can’t really find it in myself to want to see them in a romantic way.

So, if I have to pick an, as in one, obscure ship, I will have to go with my top OTP. Jagnus. Jace and Magnus literally lived together, in both the show-canon and the book-canon, yet somehow it is an “obscure” ship. I mean, not somehow, we all know why. It’s the unwritten fandom rule of “canon mlm shall NEVER EVER BE BROKEN UP HOW DARE YOU SHIP ONE WITH SOMEONE ELSE”. You have no idea how often that rule has come between me and my OTP. Basically every time there is a canon mlm ship, really.

And this in no way or shape means to criticize those who only ship canon and are content with it, you do you, but I do find the lack of creativity in shipping in fandom where there is a canon mlm ship... really damn boring. Fandoms without canon mlm representation have the wildest constellations of ships, have a far broader variety of content, but when there is canon mlm, the majority of a fandom tends to just happily sit down with it and hug it and prefer not to be creative with the content and the shipping. And as a certified multishipper, I don’t really get that - like, even if you like the canon, you could have multiple ships?

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

My first OTP was Shere Khan/Bagheera, because gods do I love Jungle Cubs. And while other ships I interact more with have pushed it off the throne, if I see any form of Sheregheera content, I am immediately sucked in, no questions asked, no hesitation. I am utterly in love with this very rare, small, very obscure actually, ship and I will always love it and it still is one of my favorites.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Ooof. Interesting one. I’ve done a variety of PJO fics I’m particularly fond of in previous versions of such a question, so let’s go with something else this time. “The Lost Soulmarks”. It’s, at this point, probably my own personal most reread story. I just reread it the other night, actually. It just - it hits all of the right spots in what I want from a fic. Very often, I write to please my readers, with “What do my followers like most?” in my mind at least to a certain degree, but some things are absolutely self-indulgent. And I should really write more absolutely self-indulgent fics because those are the ones I myself keep coming back to. It has ABO-verse, it has soulmates, it’s Jace-centric, with lots of love, misunderstandings but not the kind where one of them is to blame but rather where it’s due to the circumstances, it’s really emotionally painful, but pays off in the end. It’s... seriously those are all the things I love.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Uuuhm so like five WIPs where I am desperately waiting for updates?

Shadowhunters, Jagnus: “Non-Fat Frappuccino With Extra Whipped Cream” by @kimmycup - it’s my top OTP and my best friend gave it to me but now she is slowly murdering me with the wait for part 2

Shadowhunters, Jimon: “Strings” by annhamilton - I looove this story, only recently discovered it and fell in love with it and am now not-quite-patiently waiting for the next chapter

Avengers, WinterIron: “(Iron Is A) Star Killer” by RayShippouUchiha - a fic I read... a while ago and recently rediscovered with the latest update and am now desperately waiting for more!

Avengers, WinterIron: “An Unempty Nest” by gryvon - same as the one above, I read this a while ago and forgot about it and recently rediscovered it for myself and still love it

Avengers, Steve/Bucky/Tony/Tony: “Second Chance (at happiness)” by SailorChibi - I got this fic recommended and devoured it in one sitting and have since then checked nearly daily for updates because I greatly enjoy it!

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

*bangs potts and pans together* JAGNUS JAGNUS JAGNUS SERIOUSLY THEY LIVED TOGETHER. THEY LITERALLY WERE ROOMMATES. IN ANY OTHER FANDOM THAT’D HAVE TAKEN OFF LIKE NOTHING ELSE. THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM!! LET. MY. GOLDEN. EYED. BOYS. FIND. HAPPINESS. IN. EACH. OTHER.

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