#but like I just don’t get the Jeremiah hype

[surprisemoose]

It never ceases to shock me how people can watch the same piece of media and come out with such different opinions about the characters.

#like I truly don’t understand why people are so obsessed with Jeremiah on The Summer I Turned Pretty #maybe it’s just cause I tend to internalize stuff more like Conrad does #so it’s easier for me to understand his motivations and thought process #but like I just don’t get the Jeremiah hype #lauren rambles #tsitp

[mvltisstuff]

hi!! i use tumblr on safari - so i’m unable to answer any messages - but i would like to put in a request for conrad fisher x fem! reader smut!

if your comfortable, could you do a imagine with an innocent/virgin reader that is constantly flustered by conrad?

thank you so much!! <<33

champagne & sunshine - c.f**

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: i get so nervous posting smut (for literally no reason😭), but i still hope you enjoy this 🩶 warning for smut.

the bonfires were always a good time, usually. once you grow up, the hype of them dies down a bit. belly begged y/n to come, being her older sister figure. it was y/n’s birthday, so belly convinced her that it would be fun. besides, y/n’s mom had been letting her drink today, as long as she was home and with close people. y/n figured she’d leave it at that, not bothering to take anything at the party.

she threw one of the cans in the bag at the corner of the beach, avoiding the full boxes of hard seltzer as her eye landed on conrad and jeremiah entering the beach. luckily, the fire wasn’t bright enough to illuminate her bright red cheeks. she walked away from the drinks, turning away from conrad but also trying to make herself seem noticeable.

she’d grown up with the conklins and fishers next door, but she always had the biggest crush on conrad. every single time he walked in, her heart raced and almost everyone knew it. belly always teased her, someone noticing before she even knew she liked him.

conrad had always had his eyes on y/n. conrad, y/n, and steven had been the oldest, so it was usually him and her together. she acted like she barely knew him, when he probably knew her better than anyone else. now that they were both eighteen, legal adults, they could do pretty much whatever they pleased. somehow, y/n still found herself blushing like a little girl. conrad was one of the first to show her any attention. boys never cared about her at home, and he always made her feel wanted. she was always a shadow to her friends, who had guys clinging to them. she sat around with other people talking about sex and other stuff that y/n pretended to know about. it made her a little bit embarrassed, but who really cares? her whole friend group would laugh at her humorously if they found out she was a virgin, but again, who cares, right?

it wasn’t until she was sitting on the warm sand, feeling it in her hands as she slid them across the floor, that conrad sat next to her on the beach. the music was blaring, so y/n brought herself away to just observe people for a little bit. someone must’ve had the same idea if they tread all the way over to sit with her.

“you got dragged here, too?” conrad asks first.

“belly, jeremiah for you, i assume?”

“the one and only,” conrad laughs, as he kicks away an empty bottle. “you’re not drinking anything?”

“nah, i don’t really feel like it tonight. i’d rather just enjoy my birthday sober, unlike everyone else,” she tells him, pointing to the stumbling people surrounding the fire.

“you’re not the only one,” conrad says. “so it’s just us, huh?”

“y-yeah,” y/n stutters. “i mean, i didn’t even bother getting all dressed up for this shit.”

“i think you look beautiful either way,” he says, and when y/n looks up, his eyes are softly on hers, refusing to crack the shell between them. y/n pauses, looking at conrad dumbfounded. she never has boys call her beautiful, let alone the one she’s been hopelessly in love with for years. but, they always say love hits you when you least expect it. y/n thought that was a lie, but she really believed it for now.

“you too, connie,” she spits out, not bothering to change the adjective for him because everyone is beautiful. he adjusts himself to sit closer to y/n, trying to relieve some of the tension. his eyes can’t help but wander across her body, taking in every part of her that’s breathtaking to him. and the cropped tank top and shorts that she’s wearing isn’t fucking helping his case either. she’d be lying if she wasn’t checking him out, too. his sharp jawline, his hands, his radiant eyes, his lips could never be missed by y/n. someone this pretty deserves to be looked at, they both think without speaking.

“do you wanna head out? come to my place for a bit?” conrad asks, standing up and holding his hand out as she nods up at him, anticipating a night alone.

before y/n can even begin to think straight, their lips are crashed together in his car. she’s leaning over the cup holders in the center, and her hands are against his face. his hands are placed on her hips as he can’t help but steer his mind away from his tongue in her mouth. he never in a million years thought he’d see this side of her, and she never thought she’d see it in herself. she’s kissed guys before, but never this intimately. conrad pulls away, smiling against her lips before connecting them again. every single time this happens, y/n swears her heart skips a beat in the best way possible. like their lips set off fireworks in the car. they decided to leave the vehicle, climbing up the stairs, trying not to disturb the moms watching a movie. conrad places his hands on her thighs, lifting her up and placing y/n gently on his bed. he climbs up as well, letting her legs wrap around him as their kiss does nothing but intensify.

her hands roam all around his body, his waist, his shoulders, his neck. the only time they separate is for a breath of air, just until they can return again. conrad’s wander over her chest, placing one of his hands to squeeze her breasts.

“is this ok?” conrad waits for confirmation until he gets a yes. after, in response, y/n tugs off conrad’s shirt, discarding it to the floor somewhere in his room. her hands run down his back. “if you want to stop, tell me and we’ll stop the second you say it.”

“ok,” she peeps out. “but if this does go any further, i’ve never done any of… this, before.”

“we can stop, y/n, whenever you want.”

“no! no, i want to keep going. can we just, go slower, maybe?”

“anything you need,” conrad reassures her before moving down the waistband of her shorts. “can i take these off?”

“yes,” she tells him, clearly and assertively as he takes off the tank top, too, leaving her in just a gray bra on his bed.

“have you ever… ever been eaten out before?” he asks. she shakes her head no, slightly embarrassed so she puts her head down to cover it, but conrad sees right through it. “hey, look at me. you’re ok, i promise. can i keep going?”

“yeah, please,” she says, squirming in discomfort from her own arousal. the feeling is unfamiliar, wanting someone to touch her so bad as it’s at her fingertips. someone willing to love her is right in front of her. conrad begins to peel off y/n’s underwear, throwing it off the bed like his shirt, ending up somewhere on the floor. she pulls her legs apart, spreading them as conrad’s eyes fall deeper.

“god, y/n,” he says. “you’re so fucking hot.”

“conrad,” she begs, as he flattens himself down trying to ignore his own erection. he wants to pleasure her first, and knowing he’s the first one too might boost his ego a bit. but conrad would never admit that.

his face is an inch away from her pussy, beginning to kiss her inner thighs as she groans from the teasing. finally, his tongue makes contact with y/n’s slit, gathering up her arousal before swirling it around her clit. y/n’s head falls back onto the pillow again in pure pleasure, letting out a quiet moan for the first time. “oh, fuck yes,” she speaks out, making conrad try to contain a smile. he places his tongue on her clit again, moving his flat tongue up and down. he switches between those movements and wrapping his lips around it, sucking on her clit, causing her to fail at concealing her moans. y/n’s hand moves down to conrad’s hair, trying to ground herself on the bed from the ecstasy.

the second her climax starts rolling up onto her, her legs start shaking and that tells conrad that you’re close. “f-fuck, con- oh my god,” she pants out, trying to formulate words but failing. her orgasm creeps up and sends her over the edge, releasing a strong moan from her lips as she comes down from the high, his fingers are gently circling over her clit.

“that was, um, holy shit, that was amazing, conrad,” she smiles as he pulls himself back up to her.

“are you feeling alright?”

“better than ever,” she says, making conrad laugh as he moves over to his drawer. he pulls out the box of condoms before taking one out.

“do you wanna keep going?”

“yeah, i do.”

conrad moves back over, dropping his pants and rolling to condom on. y/n gazes at his length, wondering how she would be able to take it. with conrad here, she knew she would be ok, so they continued. he walks back over, pulling her legs apart and making eye contact with her again. “remember, we can always stop no matter what, ok? just say stop, and we can stop.” she nods and he leans in closer. he plants a sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away, it was her turn to smile against his lips.

once settled in between her legs, conrad begins to run his tip up her slit. he confirms that she’s doing alright and that she’s ready to keep going. after he’s aware, he slides his dick into her, making her nose scrunch and release a high moan.

“you ok?”

“yes,” she replies. “yeah, you can go faster.”

conrad speeds up his pace, thrusting himself into y/n. she didn’t feel outright pain, just discomfort. that discomfort soon turned into pleasure, causing her mouth to hang open. “you feel so good, y/n/n, god damn.”

y/n’s hand falls down to her clit, circling it until she starts to bring that now familiar feeling up. conrad continues to keep the same pace, not changing it to make her feel comfortable and in control, just as much as he is. “i’ve loved you for so fucking long,” he spits out, not thinking about his words. y/n heard him loud and clear, but she’s too distracted by her orgasm coming up.

“conrad i’m close,” she tells him.

“me too, baby,” he says, breathless. “come for me, y/n.”

her release leaves her with stars in her head, the feeling better than anything she’s ever experienced. she was always worrying about sex and what it might be like, but with conrad, he made it amazing for her. she knew he was the right guy. he brings himself down, leaning onto her as he releases himself into the condom. he pulls out of her, throwing away the condom and pulling his boxers back on. y/n grabs her underwear, as she stands up wobbly. her legs are weak from her two orgasms from conrad, making him chuckle in the corner.

“hey, um,” y/n starts. “thank you.”

“yeah, of course,” he stutters a bit, not sure of what to say but trying to still wrap his head around it. he means, he just had sex with the hottest girl in cousins, what is he supposed to say? “you know, i meant what i said. i’ve liked you so much, for a long time.”

she just stares at him, confirming that she’s not in some dream. “i’ve been in love with you since the day i first saw you on the beach,” conrad steps over to her. placing his hands back on her bare waist and kissing her passionately again. he pulls back again to sadly, break the kiss off.

“we should probably clean up a bit, before everyone comes back and yells at us for leaving,” he says, brushing a loose piece of hair behind her ear. she nods, beginning to pull the rest of her clothes on. thank god she left that party when she did, or she would still love conrad, but never say it.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #tsitp #conrad fisher angst #belly x conrad #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher #conrad fisher fic #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher oneshot #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher fanfic #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #belly conklin #belly x jeremiah #team conrad #team jeremiah #steven conklin #susannah fisher #laurel conklin #belly conklin x reader #the summer i turned pretty fic #the summer i turned pretty fanfic #the summer i turned pretty x reader #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp belly #tsitp conrad

[elcpsstuff]

Angsty? Okay.

How about some right person, wrong time stuff? Maybe reader feel first, like 8, but he just think of you like that, so you kept it to yourself. Then one year, since you love the idea of love, reader constantly gets into relationships, whether is good or bad, a serial dater. Finally, Conrad develops feelings, but also sees your dating history and is like “damn no chance”. Then more right person, wrong time trope. He gets a gf, reader pins, vice versa. 💕

The Right One // Conrad Fisher

synopsis: in which Conrad Fisher was the right one who never came at the right time.

a/n: i’m sorry guys.. it’s angst.. part 2? I’m planning it cuz this is sad. also sorry for being so inactive lmfao more coming soon! i’ve been working on my writing :) also lana del rey (specifically how to disappear) was the mood for this :0

warnings: in this fic, y/n is very traumatized. not only is she insecure and feels her love will always be unreciprocated, she is dealing with loss and her mind is scrambling. It will get much better as the story and part 2 comes. :)

—

There was many things in my life I knew, one of them being I had only loved one boy. Conrad Fisher. He was everything and nothing I could ever have at the same time.

Every year I would go to cousins beach, and right next door the Conklins and Fishers lived beside me. That was something I knew would never change.

Until everything did.

“Are you even listening to me?” Belly’s voice rang through my ears, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes were focused on the boy in the pool with Steven and Jeremiah.

“hm?” I looked at Belly who was anything but pleased with me, “oh, yeah.. sorry bells, what’s up?”

Belly’s mouth formed a sad smile, “You never told him.” I knew what she was saying but played the dumb and oblivious role. “Don’t look at me like that, yn. you know what I mean.”

I shrugged, “There was nothing to ever tell.”

There was. I just never did.

Falling for Conrad Fisher at eight years old was never the plan. But the heart wants what it wants.

I had been sitting on one of my mom’s new fancy pool chairs outside that she got for the house when a football bounced down on my pavement.

Immediately following, a boy peaked his head above the fence. He had a smirky type of mouth, one that made you want to kiss him. I had read enough romance novels to pin point that.

“Hey..” He sounded awkward and far off, and I could tell he was embarrassed. “My brother has a really bad throw.. could you maybe toss it over?”

I nodded, too afraid to speak. He was so… pretty.

I picked up the ball and attempted to toss it over, but the farthest it went was the bottom of the fence, and then to the ground. Crimson red took over my face immediately.

“Sorry.. i’m not really a football person.”

He laughed, and something about it seemed genuine. “How come i’ve never seen you around before?”

“We just bought the house. First summer here..” I awkwardly swung my foot back and forth, mentally cursing my social anxiety for being so bad.

“Nice.” He nodded, and there was a quick moment of silence before he added, “Well, maybe you could come over? I’m sure Belly and the boys would love you.”

And that was the beginning of something so wonderful and hideous at the same time. If only I knew.

“Anyways, are you bringing Matt to the party tonight?”

Matt.

Matt was another one of my soon to be failed hook ups. I wanted something real, but everything seemed to be a fail. Could that be because they weren’t Conrad? Maybe.

I loved the idea of love. Hell, I’d read so many romance books and listened to countless music albums and hyped it up. Yet, when the one I wanted didn’t want be back, I plummeted.

It’s not that I didn’t like any of my hookups. They were good, in that way. But as a connection? No.

“Yeah, he’ll be there.” My voice could tell Belly a million things.

“yn.”

“Yes?”

“I’m worried about you.” Belly shuffled into the seat next to me and grabbed my hands. “You say you’re fine, but I know you. It’s killing you inside, I know it is.”

It is. I’m dying inside. “I’m okay. Really. Tonight we’re gonna have some fun, okay?” I squeezed her hands to reassure her, and she nodded with hesitation.

“If you say so.”

—

“How about we get out of here?” Matt’s hand snaked around my waist and I grimaced. I needed more alcohol.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” I lied, running through the crowd before anyone could say anything. Particularly, judgy Conrad who hadn’t liked any of my hookups.

Fate wasn’t on my side today.

“Hey!”

I turned around to see Conrad walking over to me. He looked so innocent and pretty; I wanted to smack him. I had loved the boy all these years and him being oblivious had turned to me resorting to hook ups. I was no better than my mother.

“You here with me?” Conrad waved his hand in my face and I faked a smile. My thoughts didn’t matter.

“Sorry, I was just grabbing a drink.”

Conrad sighed, “where’s Matty?”

I rolled my eyes, “His names Matt. And we’re about to get out of here.” I regretted the words right away because it would only push Conrad farther from me.

“y/n/n, why are you with guys like him? They’ll only ever prove to be bad for you.” He touched my arm softly, burned. I wanted to say you, idiot!

“What’s it to you? I saw nicole around here somewhere.”

Conrad rubbed his forehead, clearly running out of patience. “Nicole is my friend.”

“You didn’t look like friends.”

“Screw off, okay? It’s not my fault you’re bitter about how much you’ve changed. Everybody can see it.” His words hurt because they were true. I was different, but that was only because everything around me changed.

My mom couldn’t care less about me and my dad is somewhere in the world traveling with his new twenty year old girlfriend. My brother is gone. Gone.

The color drained from Conrad’s face, “I didn’t mean—”

“Excuse me, I have to get back to my classless hook up.”

With that, I walked away, but I didn’t go back to Matt. The tears burned as I locked myself into the bathroom upstairs, away from everybody.

I knew I had changed, I hated it even more than they did. Flashes of the car that killed my brother strayed in my mind and kept me up at night. My brother. Only two years older than me but my everything. Tate. I missed you. I miss you. Come back—

“yn, please open the door.” Conrad’s voice swept through my anatomy like sweet honey. Except I remembered what I wanted from him would never be possible.

No, instead, I would be forced to tolerate it. Tolerate what could never be mine.

“Go away Conrad.” My cheeks were littered with tears.

“Come on, y/n/n.. I didn’t mean it. You know I love you.”

But not like I want you to.

“I just miss you, what we had. We all used to be so close and after— I know. Okay? I miss him too. I know everything fell apart when he died and I fucking miss him too. But this isn’t the answer, just— let me love you.”

You can’t love me like I want you to.

I heard a sigh, and then footsteps faded. Then, and only then, the tears continued and didn’t stop until I couldn’t anymore.

—

I loved her. Her sweet angelic voice and her beautiful laugh. A laugh I could recognize anywhere. Even in a crowded room of hundreds. It was hard to miss.

Would she ever love me the way I wanted her to? Maybe not. But I still wanted her, in any way I could. Hearing her racked sobs at the party last night hurt. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay.

I knew I was harsh. Everybody knew it. I hated the boys she went home with though, who never treated her like she deserved. My sweet, sweet y/n/n. If only she saw herself the way I did.

That morning, I went to the guest room, where I know she had stayed. Nights like that resulted in Belly inviting her over instead of letting her go to her own house, in far of what might happen.

I knocked on the door slowly, “Yn? It’s me. I’m not here to fight— I just want to talk.”

Nothing.

“yn?”

Nothing.

I sighed, loosing patience. I wouldn’t play this game anymore. I opened the door quickly and my mouth dropped to see a guy in her bed. He had shorts on, thank gosh, but his chest was bare.

“What the fuck?”

I could hear disheveled noises coming from both of them and once she realized what was happening, she looked scared. mortified.

“Conrad—”

“I apologize and this is what you do? Really? Get with some fucker?”

“Conrad.” She said, more stern but with hurt. I stepped back, knowing my fucking jealousy had gotten in the way once again. It always did.

“Ah— fuck, my head.” The guy slurred, clearly half drunk. I didn’t want to hear it. Any of it. I was sick of loving someone who could never be mine.

“I’m not doing this.”

“Conrad—” She cried, but she would never be mine.

I left before she could say anything else.

—

I fucked up, again.

Joshua— (I think that’s his name?) left shortly after Conrad’s uproar. I hated that he saw, mainly because I was in bed with somebody who wasn’t even Matt, the guy I was talking to.

I went downstairs with the intention to apologize, and heard something else.

“Don’t say that, you know she’s going through things.” It was Belly’s voice.

“It’s just hard, Belly. We’re all going through it, but that doesn’t mean she can just go around with other guys who want to try it on her.”

My heart broke. Not only did he not like me, but he thought low of me.

“Connie, you know she wouldn’t be doing this if you were there for her. She’s always loved you.”

I winced.

“Bullshit, Belly. She doesn’t care about anybody but herself. I thought— that maybe we could— it doesn’t matter. She already has a terrible reputation so i’m not getting involved.”

Oh.

There was no way he loved me, but that didn’t mean he had to humiliate me.

I took the next train out of cousins that day.

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IM SORRYYYYYY- there will be a part 2 and possible part 3? lmk what you guys want! :))

#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #belly conklin #conrad x reader #team jeremiah #tsitp #love #summer love #conrad fisher fic #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fanfic #tsitp conrad

[aachria]

I have MANY things to say about chapter 96 so this is gonna be long-ish but you deserve every word of praise I'm about to type so buckle the fuckle up.

First of all, the dance scene with Usopp and then Luffy? Great, spectacular, outstanding, the way Ed understands Luffy so well like THAT is my otp and I am so fucking proud of them.

SECOND OF ALL. SANJI. Not only do you give that boy a scene tackling his bisexual (gay?) awakening but also a little platonic smooch that he so desperately needed? And then you give us ART of that scene? It feels so good but also I'm crying. Side note, Sanji definitely smokes Pall Malls, I can smell them from here.

Third of all, you write Brook so, so well. All I could get from him talking about Yorkie was that those two were SO attached to each other and Brook sees so much of himself AND Yorkie in Ed and wants to make sure they're happy so so bad. I want to be him when I grow up.

And that Nami scene. *chef's kiss* magnificent. Ed may have left a sister behind when that Honda Civic hip checked them into a different reality but they definitely got a new one in Nami.

Anyway that's all I had to say, congrats on Ed being compared to the legend himself Jeremiah Cross, toodles

Buckle the fuckle up is, respectfully, fucking hilarious.

I LOVE ED AND LUFFY. They are two halves of the same idiot with complete opposite types of smart. They round each other off but also make each other stupider, 10/10 dynamic.

I struggled immense with drawing that kiss let me tell you. But like goddamnit I wanted art of it so I was damn well gonna fight through making it. Sidenote I’m a full supporter of the bi Sanji agenda. Just fyi.

I honestly didn’t think I’d have near as much fun writing Brook as I do. He is the silly old grandpa who is also your bestie you visit in the nursing home. I try to balance that with the off putting shit every so often because yes you SHOULD remember that’s a cryptid. I don’t think Yorkie gets the hype he deserves in canon, that mf was ride or (literally) die ok put some respect on his name. Just a music lovin guy livin his life.

As always absolutely adore Nami and her and Ed are such a special duo.

Thank you bestie xoxo

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

[chloeangelic]

Why does it seem like everything you've put out lately is just trying to rip off netherfeildren? Like the art, the plots, the aesthetics... Especially weird since you used to seem to always hype them up

I went back and forth on responding to this but I’ve decided to because I don’t appreciate having my integrity questioned. I kind of expected that I'd get something like this because there are some thematic similarities between Seeking and SWITBOSH. However, I won’t respond publicly to anything else like this cause I think we’re all very over The Discourse, and tbh it’s a massive fucking insult to accuse me of ripping someone off when I’ve spent seven months writing ca 200k words of fic and developing my own unique style of writing. If you can’t see the difference between two writers, just because they write emotional depth and full sentences, then please read an actual book and not just brainrot fic. I’m gonna properly address everything under the cut - anon domming is back on the menu today. 

That being said, because this feels weird and uncomfortable for me and likely for Vic, I’m turning off anons for the time being and I’m taking a posting break to decide whether I want to continue posting here at all or continue posting purely on AO3. I post there anyways under the same name. If you still have a bone to pick with me or my writing, please message me directly. Please do NOT pester Vic about this, I know very well that she does not enjoy The Discourse or any sort of drama. Everyone is sick of the copying discourse - please have some trust in writers’ self awareness. 

Firstly, the words “recently” and “plots” should be defined here - I personally don’t see how stepdaddy Joel, pornstar Tim, sex addict Dieter, baby daddy Javi or any of Love Me back is similar to her works at all. The Seeking teaser I posted yesterday was similar to her Pink teasers purely because it had text on a photo - my text wasn’t even from the fic, it was a quote that represented the series as a whole and the quote that finally made the series crystallize in my head. It’s the quote I want people to have in the back of their mind when they go into reading it - it’s from the song that I consider the series theme. Our formatting is not the same. Yes, I have quotes at the beginning of the chapters - my friend sent me a bunch of poems and a couple, I felt were relevant to the story so I wanted to add them somehow. Several writers do this. I stopped putting in previews above the cut cause it was making it difficult for me to write the beginning of the chapters. My masterlist art is the same as, like.. Everyone’s else’s masterlist post - the norm on here is to have an artwork from Pinterest, the title slapped on top and the writer’s name. I literally just loved Pascalisbaby’s masterlist art so much I decided to do it too. 

When you say plots, I’m assuming you’re drawing parallels between Seeking what is desirable and Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband because cheater!Joel (or maybe even Pink cause DDLG, but I’m literally in a DDLG-type dynamic irl and I decided to incorporate it into a fic for once - there were CLEAR ddlg undertones in Love Me Back, it just wasn’t explicit. I also wrote several chapters of Seeking before Pink even came out, and I wrote a cheating + father in law oneshot this summer). 

The MC in Seeking is based on myself and my own life, moving away from my parents in order to live with my boyfriend at the time very far away, who ended up being extremely absent and shitty. MC+Jeremiah relationship is based on Adam and Hermine from EXIT, Jeremiah is based on Tony Soprano, Gwen is based on Janice Soprano + a story I heard from my cousin about how his wife let him do all the childcare while she went on a women’s retreat. They are not in a marriage of convenience, the MC doesn’t feel bad about the affair at all, she never pushes him away, and Gwen has no plans on leaving. Sarah and Ellie are both 16 and living with Joel in Seeking. The MC does not have similarities to Sarah like she does in Love Me Back (which was also literally based on my own life) or Someone’s.

MC is a teacher who cheats with Joel - so is the MC in my post outbreak series I wrote many months ago. They're drawn to each other immediately cause I hate slow burn fics and I didn't feel like writing two chapters of him fucking someone else this time around. She goes out intending to cheat, and he thinks it'll sustain him for the next several years. The first thing I thought up in this entire series was Jeremiah - I had his character crystallized in my head for weeks before I planned anything else.

Of course Joel is unhappy in his marriage - neither Vic or myself would write a Joel who cheats for fun, that’s just not something either of us finds interesting. It actually started as a Sopranos AU, but I decided against going that route cause I don’t know enough about white collar crime. Also, if you are familiar with my writing you’ll know I love writing infidelity - it shouldn’t be a surprise that I’m writing a series with this as the central theme. The central question for Seeking is when is it okay to cheat? That’s what the entire fic is about. It’s not about him finding the love of his life after marrying someone else (like the summary of Someone’s), it’s about two instances of cheating and how we justify those two scenarios. Of course it has a happy ending - I’ve used up my non-happy ending quota for the year. 

I’m not sure what you mean by aesthetics - Vic actually edits really nice graphics for all of her Mando chapters. She spends a bunch of time on those, and you’re doing a disservice to her by overlooking how unique her artwork is and how much effort it takes. She also made really cool teasers for Pink. I’m way too lazy for any of that, I just slam a moodboard together. I started doing 3 slot moodboards cause the 6-7 slot ones were a hassle. The fact that only art pieces are used in this series is half coincidence, half me being sick of trying to fit Pedro pics into the moodboards when the colors are often wrong. 

I literally texted with her when I planned this series, saying I was afraid people would accuse it of being a ripoff of Someone’s, purely due to the Joel infidelity + uninterested wife factor, and she did not think the overall plot was similar enough to be of concern. I still hype her up, she just doesn’t post as often now so I don’t reblog as often, that’s pretty simple. I’ve also asked Iris, my editor, SEVERAL TIMES if it reads too similar to Someone’s or anything Vic has written - she is extremely familiar with both of our works and she did not think so. What exactly am I supposed to do when I’ve gotten the green light from everyone? 

This specific anon didn’t mention the actual writing, though, which is funny and it makes sense because I don’t write like Vic and I don’t try to. Her vocabulary is way larger than mine, the diction and syntax are not similar at all. She actually uses metaphors, I use them very rarely and only when it’s super dramatic. My writing isn’t poetic, it’s not flowery, it’s not formal - it’s literally just how I think inside my own head. When I read my own writing, I imagine Charles Gross doing a dramatic reading. I learn like one new word every month and eventually I’ll add it to my writing when it’s something I’m confident using irl. She has a lot of depth to her fics, I also try to write with emotional depth - I’m sorry if that’s unfamiliar in a landscape of dbf porn with no plot and 5 word sentences (I’m shading my own first series here). Seeking reads more similar to the first series I ever wrote, which I never posted, than anything else I’ve written. Half of Seeking is also straight up daydreaming sequences cause that’s literally how I think - the MC lives a boring life and daydreams, so do I. 

I’ve learned a ton from reading Vic’s stuff - I don’t read that much irl cause I rarely find English novels captivating, but her writing has really made an impression on me. I talk constantly about how much her writing makes me cry, and it really does. Reading her stuff has absolutely influenced me to be more confident about weaving in actions and little plot points that are more vulnerable and personal to myself, and that adds a lot of depth it otherwise wouldn’t. I’m very inspired by her, of course I am - but I know the difference between being inspired and trying to leech. 

I’m sorry my writing style has developed. I’m sorry I no longer write like I did in April, with matter-of-factly short sentences and little emotional depth. I have short series and long series because some plots deserve more emotional depth and some don’t need it. I wouldn’t bother writing anymore if all I did was shady lawyer Joel or Father Joel and I never improved. 

If you don’t enjoy my writing, please just unfollow. I’ve seen other fics on this platform that read similar to mine, some that have exactly the same plot points/origin stories, and at no point have I thought they were ripping me off. At some point, this specific fandom needs to realize that it’s possible for two writers to have similar ideas without it being one person copying the other. My personal opinion is that if you copy someone’s plot, you won’t be able to execute it well because you don’t have the ideas necessary to actually flesh it out. If you’re familiar with my writing, you know damn well I’m capable of coming up with my own ideas and plots. I feel zero need to rip other people's in order to gain traction - I have enough followers and idgaf how many notes anything gets. Please don’t overestimate my ability to give a fuck about my popularity in this fandom. 

Anyways, thanks for making me want to vomit, anon, you truly made me feel like shit today and I hope you have a great night! I’m not sure how much I’ll be checking tumblr for a while so feel free to message me on discord under the same name.

#chloe answers

[kolsmikaelson]

hiiii! can i request conrad fisher x fem!reader headcanons? thankssss!!!

dating conrad fisher headcanons

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word count - 661 | join my taglist | warnings - fluff, fluff, fluff! mentions of his moms cancer, not proofread

a/n — i love conrad so much he has my whole heart <33. this may be ooc but oh well :).

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— conrad probably saw you at a party and came up to you later that night when you first meet

— jeremiah would see him staring at you and made him go over to you

— after talking for a while he’d shyly ask for your number and is absolutely thrilled when you give it to him

— you’ll take his phone from his hands to put your information in and put your name under ‘y/n <3’

— would not change that until you’re dating and he’d probably keep it then too

— takes you to the drive in for your first date, they’re having a showing of one of your favorites and he knew he was gonna take you

— gives you his jacket to cover up if it gets cold not caring if he’s cold or not

— would hold your hand so gently as if you’d break

— lets you keep the jacket because then you’ll have a new reason to see him

— introduced you to jere and belly really soon after you get together but only because the pair walked in on the two of you kissing

— they immediately force him to let you meet his and bellys moms

— spoiler they adore you, they think you’re exactly what conrad needed to make him feel like himself again

— is always surprising you with little things that remind him of you whether it be a little necklace or something of his, but he loves seeing your face light up from it

— “wanted you to have this, it reminded me of you.” he’d have the goofiest smile when it comes to you

— doesn’t care one bit when steven or jeremiah make fun of how much he loves you

— definitely a ‘wear what you want, i can fight.” kinda boyfriend

— “baby you look so good, ‘s that what you’re wearing to the bonfire?”

— hypes you up so much !!!

— also a ‘i hate most people but definitely not you’ kind of guy

— always has to be touching you, if you’re out somewhere he’ll have an arm around you or is holding your hand

— if you’re just watching a movie on the couch he’ll have you pulled as close as possible to his side

— obsessed with calling you his angel like you came into his life at the perfect time and made his live so much better

— if you’re gonna be a part of the deb ball he’ll get you something super special to have with you throughout the night if he cant be by your side the whole time

— loves waking up next to you, enjoys the fact that you’re the last thing he sees some (most) nights when he falls asleep

— “hi angel, how’re you this fine morning?” he smirks with that morning voice you love so much

— we all know how he is with expressing his emotions so sometimes he’ll cause unnecessary arguments that normally last all of five minutes and makes it up to you immediately however he is capable

— and on some very rare occasions (finding out about his moms illness) he will just break down in your arms

— these times are most often after everyone in the house has fallen asleep

— he’ll grip onto the back of your shirt as the tears run down his face muttering how scared he is to lose her

— and at the end of that he almost always reminds you of how appreciative of you he is

— “i don’t tell you this enough angel but i am so happy that you’re in my life, thank you for everything that you do for me. i can’t imagine going through this without you.”

— it almost makes him start crying again

— will fall asleep in your arms and says that he loves you over and over again

— lets you do the same for him

— if you aren’t ready to talk about something he’s there to hold you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear

— sweetest boyfriend ever and he can’t live without you :,)

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#◜ caitee’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 ✎ ˚✧ ꜝ #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher headcanons #conrad fisher blurb #conrad fisher imagine #the summer i turned pretty blurb #the summer i turned pretty imagine #the summer i turned pretty x reader #the summer i turned pretty headcanons

[lemon-jellybelly]

headcanons: dating Jeremiah Fisher

he would be sooooo touchy-feely. just like constantly needing to feel you against him - holding your hand, arm around your shoulder or waist, hugging you from behind, pulling you onto his lap, resting your legs or heads on each other, absentmindedly scratching your back or playing with your hair. physical touch is 100% his love language

but words of affirmation aren’t far behind. he has a million nicknames for you, ranging from the cutesy standard ones to the ridiculous plays on your name

constant affection. making out in the pool…and in the outdoor shower. pulling over the car on an empty road to kiss you. dipping you low at the deb ball and giving you the kiss of a lifetime

as we’ve seen, he can be a jealous one. he’d never tell you what you can or can’t do, wear, etc. (in fact, he hypes you up in everything you do) but he always has an eye on you just in case someone else gets a little too close

your dates would be so much fun. sure, maybe dinner or a movie every now and then, but he’s always trying to make new memories for you two. amusement parks, concerts, mini golf, laser tag - he just wants to have fun with you

which also leads to skinny dipping at 3 am

coffee/breakfast would be waiting for you when you woke up. he knows what you like and makes it for you, and it makes him proud to see you enjoy it. even when he tries new recipes that aren’t his best, you always try it just to make him happy

he plays the BEST music. all of your favorite artists came from his playlist

he’ll let you choose the show or movie and then complain about what you pick, but he secretly enjoys all of your favorites

grumpy jeremiah isn’t very fun but you’re the only one who can calm him down when he’s in a mood

you wouldn’t even have to ask him to carry your purse when you’re out - he offers

both of your phones are full of selfies of each other, and of you as a couple, including his lock screen

some of the best ones have made it to his instagram, too

you guys don’t feel the need to talk every moment of the day, but he always texts you when something reminds him of you

everyone loves you, his family and the conklins both, and you’ve gone on all versions of double- and triple- dates with belly, conrad, steven, and shayla

he says the first i love you, at a moment when you least expect it, but it’s absolutely perfect

#tsitp imagine #tsitp fanfic #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah x you #jeremiah fisher x you #jeremiah #jeremiah x reader #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher imagine #jeremiah fisher fanfic #oc

[thornpixie]

The Summer I Turned Pretty Rants :)

Well, I recently watched the show and I have some thoughts as always. I’ll probably get hate for them because I’m going against the grain here…

Let me begin by saying I have not read the books. I have no interest in reading the books. I know what happens in them because I looked it up (curiosity got the better of me), but for the avoidance of doubt… I am talking only about the show, as a completely separate entity to the book.

Okay, so here goes…

First off, Belly is honestly not a likeable character. She’s whiney and annoying. ‘Oh the guy I fancy doesn’t fancy me back’. Get over it. Tell me one person who hasn’t crushed on someone who didn’t feel the same way. I get she’s a teenage girl and teenage girls make mistakes and all but honestly, I don’t think she deserves either of those boys. They’re brothers, and upon seeing what it was doing to their relationship, someone should’ve told her to get over herself and let them both go.

Second… all of this hype for Belly x Conrad must purely be coming from the book because I saw nothing between them on the show. I completely get the girl fancying the older guy who seems like he’ll never look at you that way. I do. But she showed up with no braces and contact lenses and suddenly Conrad is in love with her? Show me the development. I saw none whatsoever. Even in the flashback scenes, yes he was sweet to her when Steven and Jeremiah were being jerks, but it was only in the way you’d expect him to be towards his moms best friends kid. I understand a young girl falling hard for the handsome older boy who taught her to dance and stuck up for her against her brother but I saw no indication that Conrad had feelings for her, or why. Literally did I miss an entire chunk of the season because I’m lost??? Just seemed like there was nothing and then all of a sudden Conrad is in love with her. I feel nothing for this ship. If the writers want me to believe in it, they’re gonna have to make more effort.

Jeremiah on the other hand… I could tell from the first episode that he liked Belly. He wanted to hang out with her. He actively sought her out. He was excited when she showed up to the beach bonfire. He was unapologetic and honest about his feelings. He was respectful to her, and so happy when she said yes, that she thinks she could love him. When he said he had often wanted her to be more than his best friend, but he didn’t say anything because ‘there was always Conrad’ and then there was Cam… I believed him. I’ve seen other people say they think it’s bullshit and he just wanted her so Conrad couldn’t and I don’t see it. At all. THAT is a relationship that was believable to me.

We will see what season two brings (the cancer card from the trailer was a low blow, but he’s a teenager too. If Belly gets to make mistakes and be exonerated, then he should be too. He was hurting and he lashed out. Acceptable? No. Understandable? Yes. Give him a break).

To summarise - imo Belly doesn’t deserve either of them, but if it has to be one of them, my heart is with Jeremiah.

#the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #belly x jeremiah #ill get hate for this lol #Personal opinion only #Tv show rants #Tsitp

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

A continuation of the forgotten reader.exe with the different ilper egos (Eric,Jim,actor, Yan, priest,bing and Dr.ilper) how would they react?

Or the reader.exe who was forced to be left behind by Sonic exe and was found by the ilper egos

Hope it’s alright if I just do 4 of these bc I don’t have ideas for all of them-

.........

Eric

For once he tries playing a horror game to be brave like his creator, nervously hyping himself up all the while.

Ofc though he’s gonna keep the lights on.

Unfortunately he finds you, a creepy EXE character similar to that Sonic one and he’s like “NOPE NOPE NOPE” the entire time.

At the first sign of a glitch/slightly distorted music he tries shutting off the game but gets jumpscared by you and sobs.

You don’t get to even properly speak to him as he runs out crying.

You haven’t seen him since.

Oh well.

Yandere

Unlike Eric he’s a sucker for horror games, not minding all the blood, glitches, and jumpscares.

So when he plays the one you’re trapped in he enjoys it, thinking it’s all part of the game as you graphically torture the enemies and NPCs in the level

When you speak to him directly, he’s like “oh you want souls? I can help you find some if you tell me how!”

You’re confused but pleasantly surprised.

“You say that like this isn’t the first time you’ve helped a demon gather souls..”

“It’s true, though! I have lots of experience!”

Jeremiah (Priest)

Nope.

He’s not gonna have demons just running loose on the PCs at Iplier Inc.

So he tries exorcising whatever you’re possessing immediately.

However, being born from the same dark matter as Sonic.EXE makes his attempts laughable.

None of them harm you, and you take pleasure in taunting him every time he falters.

“Sorry to say, Father..but I’m a demon with powers far beyond your comprehension.” You grin. “Just hand over your soul..I’ll make sure you meet your “God”.”

Bing

Unlike Google you have an easier time transferring your data into him and piloting him around.

Ofc he wasn’t gonna just allow that. But after explaining you shared his sentiment with being ditched by someone better than him (like how Sonic.EXE did to you) he lets you in.

He thinks you’re both just pranking the Googles but in reality you’re trying to make him your new vessel.

Surprisingly they help Bing and basically shove you into a computer with advanced security software so they can monitor you constantly.

#clanask #iplier egos x reader #eric derekson x reader #priestiplier x reader #yandereplier x reader #bingiplier x reader #exe reader #monster reader #demon reader #headcanons #platonic

[stilldancewithyou]

I love your blog! I know this has probably been discussed, but do you think we’ll get more content of Belly and Conrad dating in the next season, or it will focus more on Jeremiah since parts of the second book are his POV. Im excited for season 3 bc Jenny said it would follow the books with a few surprises, so I’m really looking forward to seeing belly and Conrad in cousins even though they aren’t together while Jeremiah is interning haha. But belly and Conrad are endgame. I’m just so excited to see how this plays out in the show. I’m literally obsessed with the show and the books, I don’t want the series to come to an end lol. I’d love it if they showed Conrad and Belly’s wedding, especially them dancing to “Stay”. My heart would explode. And also if they did an ending scene where it showed them in the future with kids. Idk. The way the book ends is perfect, but I want more than 3 seasons of the show. I could seriously talk about this series all day. It’s nice to know there are other people who love this as much as I do.

I think they will definitely show some Belly and Conrad dating content because a lot of their moments in the 2nd book were really important. It will be really interesting to see how they show it though bc it was all flashbacks in the book so I wonder if they will show things chronologically or flashback. I think they might even include extra Conrad/Belly content that wasn't in the books bc season 1 had extra Jeremiah/Belly content in order to really emphasize and hype up the love triangle. I'm sure there will be plenty of Belly/Jere in season 2 as well. I hope they have some Jeremiah narration added into season 2 to show that we're now getting his POV and I really hope we get to see some of the moments between Jere and Conrad from Jeremiah's chapters in the book bc I loved that. It's going to be a fun season (despite her being with Jeremiah at the end) and I can't wait to see the dynamic between the three of them as they all start to realize both brothers like her. If they don't show Belly and Conrad's secret December night in Cousins in its entirety I will actually riot (I have faith in our girl Jenny though bc she said she's trying really hard to include all the things readers want to see). I'm also wondering if they will show the Valentine's Day under the stars in season 2 or save it for season 3 since it was in book 3. I'm also hoping season 2 has more flashbacks- I want to see Junior Mint's origin (how can they not show that as important as it was in the books???) and the glass unicorn and the slurpee debacle. And I truly can't wait to see boss bitch Laurel saving the house and putting Adam in his place. And the motel scene! I just know Chris Briney is going to rip my heart out with Conrad's pain and in season 3 too. I'm just so excited to see how it all plays out on screen cause I know everyone is going to do such a good job.

I don't know how I'm going to wait another year+ for season 3 because that's what I've been the most excited about since I read the books the first time. I was like omg I just know book 3 would make a great movie. And the fact that it's a show will make it so much better because they will have the time to show everything. It blows my mind that people don't like the third book and don't like the wedding plot and are hoping for a totally different ending and third season. I LIVED for that wedding plot (for any wedding plot tbh); the drama, the romance, the suspense, the jealousy (it kinda gives me Something Borrowed vibes lol)...it's going to be so good on screen! I just think it has everything to make a great season of the show. There's so much going on that they can work with and expand so they won't even need to add any plot lines. And just imagine Conrad narration! Can you imagine if they have him narrating "I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch all night"...I would be dying. Also I'm with you- I want to see their wedding and the proposal. When they danced at the deb ball my heart exploded so I'm def going to need an actual wedding dance bc the entire deb ball dance sequence I was screaming "IT LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED!!!" (and the fact that he had a tux that stood out from the other guys just added to it) ahhhh I'm so ready for to see their endgame. I'm also hoping we get an ending scene where everyone is in Cousins together too (I have a whole other ask where I wrote out a summary of it and talked about a season 4) and they have kids and everything (I actually got carried away and have been working on writing a little fic of the ending scene). In summary I just cannot wait for season 3. And if they want to do a season 4 and expand on the letters and Belly in Spain and really show how she and Jeremiah reconciled their friendship and how she ended up with Conrad and how he proposed I'd wouldn't be mad at all. Honestly as much attention as the first season has gotten, and as successful as it's been if season 2 does just as well I feel like they'd have to be stupid to not seriously consider season 4.

anyway. You can talk to me about tsitp anytime you want bc I could talk about it all day too and I am so happy to find people who want to talk about it/discuss with me! It makes me so happy I'm not the only one who loves it so much.

#ask #thank u anon! #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp spoilers #conrad fisher #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher

[lydiaas]

to that anon who said the show didn’t do a good job at convincing belly and Jeremiah as a ship: I think this is the point Jenny wants to make (I know for marketing she has to hype them since it’s their season but here me out). one of the biggest criticisms of the books is that Jeremiah was OOC in book 3 and I think Jenny purposefully laid it on a bit thick in the show so when we get to s3 this same criticism won’t be applicable (even though it’s clear in the books that Jeremiah was like this people just generally ignore it and don’t engage critically with the text and that belly is an unreliable narrator) because you will be able to look back at s1 and s2 and see how Jeremiah’s actions never matched his words. He ignored belly all summer and then screamed at her during the flat tire scene that she wasn’t there for him even though we know from his convo with Conrad that he wouldn’t reply to her texts to fix things. He does this to further break her down and manipulate her to thinking that choosing him will fix everything (this coupled with Steven yelling at her she messed things up, Conrad telling her they were a mistake at the funeral, her mom disappointed in her bc of the funeral, her volleyball coach rejecting her for camp, the school counselor saying she has to settle for finch). If you notice with the brown jacket and even the candy scene she constantly looks for him for his approval and changes herself to make sure he’s not upset. He’s manipulating her and this will eventually lead to his flippant non-caring personality that belly is complaining about all throughout book 3. And Jenny even highlighted the whole bus thing several times (she rode the bus to brown but Steven and even Conrad lends Taylor and belly/Jere their cars so they don’t have to ride the bus and be uncomfortable) which is a nod to book 3 bc in the beginning of the book when belly Laments over the small things about Jeremiah that annoy her she makes an offhanded comment that at least if he comes to her dorm instead of going to his frat house she wouldn’t have to take the bus back cluing the reader in that Jeremiah is lazy in their relationship (manipulates and lowers her down to his level to get together and then doesn’t care when the chase is done). Jenny is really intentional with her writing (even if it’s not executed as well as it could be) and I believe she really used this season to set up season 3 more since it’s the climax of the story! these are just my thoughts though but yeah :)

I'm stuck between thinking they could have done a better job in making Jeremiah seem like a great option this season and also knowing that they need to lay the groundwork for that relationship to fall apart in S3 and show why they aren't endgame. There has been some great hints but I wish they hadn't laid it on as thick. I want to like Jeremiah because I know he's a good person but I found him so insufferable lol.

#tsitp #asks

[134340am]

Hello Yuna!!! It's the Animal Crossing anon from yesterday! I'm so sorry I'm answering so late, but yes, I'd love to talk about Animal Crossing with you!!!

Isn't Bones the sweetest? I love his lil patch near his eye, and he has cute pink paws in New Horizons <3 And I also love his house because I love books!!! He's also my favorite villager personality type (lazy!), which means he loves to sleep and eat, so I give him new furniture and fish and fruit all the time. I have him in New Leaf, and he's the first villager I got a photo from, so we're besties! He also gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day <3 He's such a BABY, I don't have him in New Horizons yet but one day he will come home :(

My other two favorite villagers are Tangy and Jitters! Tangy was my best friend in my very first City Folk town, so she's also very important to me. Also, I just love her design! The cat, wolf, deer, and dog villagers are all elite. Jitters is not very popular because he looks like he's hyped up on caffeine or some other drug (look at the bags under his eyes, RIP), so a lot of people think he's ugly :( But he was one of my starter villagers in a bunch of my towns over the years, so I'm very attached to him and think he's really cute!

Other villagers I really love are Shino (ofc), Cherry (I LOVE her whole aesthetic), Apollo (goth dad number one), Roscoe (goth dad number two), Erik (another lazy baby), Aurora (penguins <3), Coco (I LOVE HER DESIGN AND SHE'S SO SWEET), Bruce (rockstar grandpa), Freya (she's pretty!), and Bam (he has lil freckles!) There's also this nerdy duck named Derwin that I am attached to because he looks so geeky, hehe.

I also love Gonzo (I LOVE the cranky villagers), Pashmina, and Lobo!!! You have great taste! I know Maple is really sweet and cute in theory but she was rude to me in my City Folk game when I was trying to get her a shirt, so I have a dumb grudge against her, lol. But yeah, I love Animal Crossing so much!!! <3

my lovely anon i’m so sorry for late reply! i wanted to reply to you last night but i fell asleep after posting my akaashi drabble, and work was crazy busy today so this ask slipped my mind 😭 i am so very sorry! (putting my reply below the cut because it gets kinda long)

first off, 🥯 a little bagel for you as an apology LOL

second, yes!!! bones’ house is super sick, i remodeled one of the my rooms to look like an office because i got inspired by him :*) i just looked up his house on new leaf and it’s adorable too, so colourful n bright hehe. if i ever find him on a mystery island i’ll bring him home for you 🤞🏻 lazy villagers are the best, they’re all sweet and sleepy and snacky ;; i can’t bear to let them leave most of the time so i’ll end up with like 3 lazy villagers on my island and 0 jocks LOL

oh tangy is so adorable! a literal orange cat <3 i love the little leaf on her head too. and i just looked up jitters — poor baby looks like he needs a good nap and a big hug! honestly i don’t think he’s ugly at all and his house is super sick 🤩 i’m attached to my ‘ugly’ villagers too lol i won’t let jeremiah leave he’s my baby now

sounds like you’ve played many many ac games, anon! 🥺 new horizons is my first ever ac game and i love it dearly, but i expect the jump from new leaf to new horizons (quality and variety wise) must’ve been a real treat for you og players <3 i’m envious, i wish i played animal crossing growing up because i bet it’d have made me a lot more happy hehe

omg we have a lot in common when we come to villagers! i used to have aurora and freya on my old island and i’m looking for erik and bam because i love the deer villagers 🥺♥️ i love all the cranky villagers they’re just grumpy old men with a soft spot (kinda reminds me of characters like… levi, aizawa, etc) and all of them r so precious to me <3 coco is so pretty! and i just searched up derwin and he’s so cute HE HAS GLASSES!!! AHHHH!!!!

and i don’t blame you for holding a grudge against certain villagers lol the dialogue can be WILD sometimes especially in the older games (or so i heard) 🤣

thank you for talking to me about ac hehe this game helped me through the pandemic and i still play it lots—it’s my comfort game that i like to sit down with at the end of a long school/work day :*) and i love that it has comforted many other people like me too!

i love you anon and sorry again for late reply! i appreciate you and your ask lots <3 mwah

#acnh #anon #ask yuna #i love the new updates too btw i love hearing kappn sing and i love collecting new furniture and i love buying useless things from redd at #harv’s island with the stupid draw system… i have like 5 of the same grape juice cans and they’re so cute but they’re taking up space in #storage LOL oh and i love brewster <3 love when he gives me a fun lil thing to keep after i have my coffee #love u too anon… :*) hehe

[theunquenchablethirst]

Home Pt1: The Orphanage (Jeremiah X Reader)

First multi-chapter fic I’ve ever written, so critics please be gentle, but feedback is much appreciated. This chapter is just about introducing the reader to the story, but I do have more chapters ready to go out. Lemme know if you want them ☺️

Slow burn and mentions of childhood trauma/abuse

Find Pt.2 here

Reader is an orphan about to turn 18 when a wealthy man visits the orphanage looking for an older girl. She is put up as a possible option and she isn’t happy about it.

Masterlist

Growing up in the orphanage was horrible. They treated us all like workhorses from the moment we arrived. They would demand so much from us from such an early age and when we couldn’t do it, we would get beaten or starved or have to spend the night in the basement with the rats. If not all three. And then they wondered why we didn’t have the strength for all the hard labour they forced upon us.

They didn’t care about us one bit. They used to send us to clean rich people's houses to make money off us. I remember one girl got sent out and came back covered in bruises. She tried to tell them she didn’t want to go back, that the guy was a creep and he touched her. They still sent her and one day she just disappeared. We all knew what happened, but we didn’t dare say anything. We were the weak ones and in Gotham, nobody cares about the weak ones.

I remember praying every night for some nice couple to come and save me. Adopt me. But year after year passed and I learned to abandon those dreams. I’d read in the paper about some guy called Jerome Valeska. He’d murdered his mom. I also saw him when I’d been sent out on maid duty, on a client's TV when they were watching the news. He seemed unhinged, like a rabid dog, talking into the camera about sanity and how we were all just prisoners and cogs. He said was the leader of a gang called the Maniax. We’d all heard of them at the orphanage and what they’d done. I decided if that was what family could do to you, then maybe it wasn’t for me. It wasn’t like anyone was coming for me anyway.

Instead, I focused on counting the days to my 18th birthday. They kicked you out once you turned 18, but it was a time everyone in the orphanage looked forward to. I remember how excited I was when the time crawled ever closer. It was just a few weeks, but time seemed to slow down as they were passing. It was painful.

I had everything I was going to do planned out in my head. First, I was going to punch the head master square in the nose and tell him just how much I hated him. Then I was going to walk my ass straight to the GCPD and let them know everything. It was my chance get that place shut down forever. To help the other kids and get them sent somewhere decent. I would be stood out front watching the day it closed. Watching with the biggest, tooth baring smile on my face.

I still hate that I never got the chance.

My 18th was a few weeks away and I could taste my freedom. Everyone was hyping me up for it and some of the younger ones were telling me how much they were going to miss me and trying to spend as much time with me as they could. There were a few sour apples because they were jealous, but I understood and I would squeeze them all so tightly before I left.  

“Stop daydreaming and get back to the floor!” A harsh voice came and I was brought back to reality with a smack to the back of my head.

It was the head master's assistant, Mr Grimes. A name that suited him well. He was stalking the halls again, looking for the daydreamers like me so he could tear them down. I was supposed to be scrubbing the wooden floorboards, but I let my mind run away with me for a minute. I should’ve known better by then.

He got halfway down the hallway, trapsing dirt over where I’d just cleaned, when he stopped in his tracks and turned back to me.

“You’re up tomorrow, by the way.” He said, in that matter-of-fact tone that made everyone despise him that extra bit more.

“What?” I must’ve heard him wrong.

“You’re up. Some rich guy’s coming in looking for an older girl. That means you.”

“I can’t be. I’m getting out next month.”

“It’s right here in black and white. And you know I don’t make mistakes.” He gestured to the folder under his arm that had the details for tomorrow in it and apparently my name was listed inside.

I stopped to let the wheels in my head turn and try and figure this out. Being up meant that you were going to be presented for possible adoption. I couldn’t be... could I? Not now I was this close? Mr Grimes turned to leave, but turned back once more.

“By the way, says here this guy's 26. So, he’s probably not looking for a daughter. And if he’s coming here instead of some maid agency... Well, I'll let you think about that.”  

Mr Grimes smiled one of the slimiest smiles I’d ever seen before walking away. I knew what he meant and I also knew that nobody here cared. I threw the scrubbing brush into the bucket of soapy water, causing a splash. I was so angry. Angry that my plans could be potentially ruined, that I could be adopted by some rich guy with nefarious intentions, angry that they would let that happen to any of the girls here.

I allowed a few tears to escape my eyes, but quickly told myself off for it. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry for this place any longer years ago. It felt like giving it power or losing to it and I was not going to give this dump the satisfaction. I didn’t sleep at all that night. Knowing what tomorrow was going to bring sat on my shoulders like two boulders. I was either going to see one of my sisters be taken away to god knows what, or be taken myself. I hadn’t told anybody about it. I didn’t want anybody else feeling this dread.  

Morning came. The wakeup call was 7am sharp. Everyone stirred and groaned, but they knew they’d regret it if they didn’t get up with the bell. Now began the battle for the showers. First come, first serve for the hot water. If you were too slow you had to shower in water like ice. However, I wasn’t in the mood to battle it out for hot water. I would feel terrible if I got some and the girl that got adopted today didn’t, so I let them all have war without me. I was used to the cold water anyway.

Downstairs at breakfast I couldn’t eat. I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and if I ate anything I would just throw it back up. The food was disgusting anyway.  I sat there with a glass of water deep in thought until a bell rang that caught all of our attention. The only time that bell rang was when the head master was going to be joining us for breakfast, which was rare. But in he came and sat at the front in front of all of us, Mr Grimes standing at his side like a loyal dog. I knew why he was here. He was going to break the news.

“Good morning children.” He said in his dull, boring voice, looking over the room as if scanning it.

“Good morning, head master.” Everyone replied in unison. We knew the drill.

“I have an exciting announcement.”

Everyone was gripped. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Now, this does only concern the girls. Boys, perhaps next time.”

A few whispers could be heard as everyone looked around at each other.  

“There will be a man coming in later. A wealthy man. He is going to take one of you home.”

Smiles could be seen on my sisters faces and they continued to whisper to each other curiously.

“Unfortunately, not all of you are candidates. Mr Grimes has a list of everyone that is going to be presented. When he calls your name, you are to go back upstairs and change into your display clothes. We must make a good impression if we are to find homes, girls.”

Mr Grimes opened the folder he had with him yesterday and pulled out a piece of paper. All of my sisters were on the edges of their seats, biting their lips, fingers crossed. All of them hoping today could be the day. I was hoping for the exact opposite.

“Shelby... Lisa... Mary... Joanne... Bethany.... And...” Then he called my name. The girls smiles reached ear to ear and they giggled to themselves as they stood up. We were all the oldest girls, 17 or few months away.  

“Congratulations, girls. Today could be the start of a new life... for one of you.” The headmaster also rose from his seat and he left the room leaving Mr Grimes to finish.

“You girls, upstairs and make yourselves look half human. The rest of you, better luck next time.”

Back in our dorm all the girls were laughing and smiling. They were all so happy, getting their presentation clothes ready. They were all the same. The outfit we had to wear if we were up. A black skirt that reached just below the knees with a black, quarter sleeve shirt with a white collar. Our only pair of good, clean white socks and black plimsoles. We were all identical in these outfits, except for different things we would do with our hair. Some would do braids, some pony tails or buns. The lucky ones managed to scrounge up some cute clips and bows. It was all very exciting for everyone. Everyone, but me.

“I can’t believe it! One of us is getting out of this soggy shack!” Laughed Shelby.

“I know! I knew keeping that lucky penny was worth it!”  Mary giggled as she pulled a penny out of her shoe and kissed it.

“Whoever it is that goes, we’ll still always be sisters, right?” Joanne piped up. She had always had a nervous disposition.  

The girls all stopped. They were so giddy with the news that they forgot today was also goodbye for one of us. The sudden sadness in the air was palpable. I could see tears start to gather in their eyes and my heart broke.

“Stop it. Stop it all of you. No matter what happens today, we will all always be sisters. We’ve been through so much together that even if we are scattered to all corners of the globe, we’ll still all be sisters. Nothing can change that. Ever.” I forced, half scolding them. We huddled together and began saying how much we loved each other, going over memories we had. We stayed like that until the bell rang, letting us know we only had a little time left before the line-up.

We stood lined up by the front door. I’d never liked this bit. It felt like we were on display in a shop window. Like we were on sale.

“Is this the best you could do? I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t just walk away.” Mr Grimes scoffed as he looked us up and down. He was the one who was going to be introducing us. The head master stayed in his office, he only dealt with the paperwork of it.

“And don’t say anything, unless he talks to you. Nobody buys a cow for its personality.”  

We heard a car pull up outside and the nerves kicked in.

“Sounds like he’s here. Stand up straight, girls. Somebody’s life’s about to change.”

Then there it was. The sound I’d been dreading since yesterday afternoon.

Knock, knock, knock...

“Let the sale commence.”

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[c-optimistic]

diner

or, lena is an irregular regular, kara is stupidly smitten, and alex is really tired with the both of them

Waitressing at her foster father’s 24-hour diner was not how Kara thought she’d be spending her summer. Then again, she also hadn’t imagined she’d end up moving back home because she lost her internship.

(Snapper, she thought for the hundredth time just in that last hour, the name coming out as a curse, reveling in imagining spitting it right into his face.

She hadn’t particularly thought she was capable of hating anyone, but Snapper...he came close.)

“Kara, can you get her?” Alex asked, gesturing towards a table in the back with a title of her head, where a young woman with long, dark hair was sitting, looking engrossed in whatever she was writing in her notebook. “I want to take my break.”

“Oh, is Kelly calling?”

“Shut up,” Alex muttered, cheeks pinking slightly. She huffed for good measure as she took off her apron and tossed it at Kara, already on her phone before she even took a single step outside the diner.

Kara watched Alex go, feeling conflicted.

(She was happy for her sister, she deserved something good in her life. But there were also some feelings she wasn’t altogether proud of, bits of jealousy, annoyance at how much time Alex spent with Kelly instead of her, fear that she was losing her sister.

In a long list of odd things about her, this was the newest oddity: Kara was simultaneously utterly pleased for her sister and resentful at the new shift in their relationship, the room she had to make for Kelly.)

With a sigh, she pulled out her notepad and clicked her pen, approaching the only occupied table in the diner.

(It was late, later than Kara normally worked, this shift reserved for the college students home for the summer looking for a way to make some cash.

Though, considering Kara was one of those college students home for the summer, she supposed this shift was perfect for her.)

“Hi, welcome to Jeremiah’s. Can I get you something to drink?” Kara said robotically, her eyes on her notepad. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up, realizing that the woman hadn’t even stopped writing in her notebook. “Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back,” she began, even going as far as taking a step back, when suddenly the woman moved. She swept her dark hair back and turned to look at Kara, blue—or maybe green, Kara wasn’t quite sure—eyes meeting Kara’s levelly.

“I’m so sorry,” the woman said, snapping her notebook shut. “Could I get two coffees please? And a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

Kara blinked. They did not serve PB&Js, they never had, but for whatever reason, it felt like her tongue had been glued to the roof of her mouth when she tried to tell the woman just that. Instead, what came out was a rather inconvenient, “Sure, coming right up.”

She walked over to the kitchen, frowning a little bit when the cook—who had obviously heard everything—eyed her in amusement. Mon-El wiped his hands on his apron, crossing his arms over his chest as she put on a fresh pot of coffee.

“You lied to a customer,” he said with faux-disappointment, grinning. “You and I both know there’s no peanut butter.”

“No,” Kara denied, feeling a flare of anxiety in her chest, “I didn’t lie. I just—oh shut up, why don’t you help out instead of laughing at me?”

“What am I supposed to do?” he said, not even bothering to pretend he wasn’t reveling in her embarrassment. “You’re the one that lied to a customer just because you think she’s pretty.”

“I don’t...you’re such a—why don’t you do something useful with your time, huh?”

“Right, right, right,” Mon-El said, shaking his head slowly, “so I guess you don’t want me to tell you Imra has a brand new jar of peanut butter she bought the other day.” He sighed dramatically. “It’s not like she lives five minutes away and could be here by the time the coffee is ready.”

“You would ask her for me?” Kara found herself saying hopefully, eyeing Mon-El with a little bit of suspicion. “I thought Imra was focusing on her studying and couldn’t waste time here.”

“You want me to ask her?” Mon-El said, eyes widening, smile slipping. “No way, I’m already in the doghouse. She told me if I interrupted her studying again, she’d break up with me.” He gave Kara a knowing look. “Besides, Imra wouldn’t say no to you, especially if you told her it’s for a pretty girl.”

“Stop saying that,” Kara hissed, turning to look over at the woman, relieved to see she was reabsorbed in her notebook. “That’s not what happened.”

“Sure, sure,” Mon-El said casually, pointing at the carafe and the coffee that slowly trickled into it, “but tick tock, Kara.”

She glared at him, but pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Imra, ignoring Mon-El’s smug look when Imra immediately agreed. And like Mon-El had said, by the time the coffee was done, Imra had stopped by, handing the jar of peanut butter over as she stole a glance at the woman sitting in the back, giving Kara an approving thumbs up before Mon-El stole her away for a ‘study break,’ which made Kara pretend to gag.

“So,” Kara said, clearly her throat loudly as she approached the woman, setting down the two cups of coffee and the plate with the sandwich, “are you waiting for someone?” Kara pointed to the second cup, and the woman looked away from her notebook, Kara’s question finally sinking in.

“Hmm? Oh, no. Those are both for me.”

“Oh. Well, refills are free you know. You don’t need to order two.”

The woman blinked, then a small smile appeared on her face. “That’s—thank you, um…?”

“—Kara. My name is Kara.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kara,” the woman said, her voice softer. “I’m Lena.”

“Enjoy your sandwich. And don’t be afraid to shout at me if you need anything, okay?” Kara grinned, rocked back on her heels, then turned away. When she went into the back, Alex was there with Mon-El and Imra, and was eyeing her oddly.

“Really, Kara?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.

“We should probably add peanut butter and jelly to the menu. In the interest of our customers.”

“Right,” Mon-El said, stretching out the word, chuckling when Imra rolled her eyes. “In the interest of our customers.”

“Really, Kara?” Alex just repeated, letting out a sigh.

x

The next time Lena came in, it was seven in the morning, and she looked like she hadn’t slept all night.

“I haven’t slept all night,” she informed Kara with a small smile, “but it was worth it.”

“Hot date?” Kara asked as she pulled out her notebook, feeling her cheeks flame as soon as the question slipped out, embarrassed at both the jealousy in her tone and the distinctly unprofessional and inappropriate nature of the question.

Thankfully, or maybe just luckily, Lena didn’t seem to hear Kara. “Can I get two cups of coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

“Sure thing. But um, you remember that refills are free, right?”

“Hmm?” Lena said distractedly, her eyes now on her phone, frown forming on her lips. “Thanks so much, um,” she turned to Kara, eyes narrowing briefly before falling onto Kara’s nametag, smile reemerging. “Kara,” she finished proudly, as if Kara hadn’t introduced herself just days before.

Kara frowned as she took orders from her other customers, knowing that a crease had appeared between her eyebrows as she approached Alex at the register.

“She doesn’t remember me,” she complained in a whisper.

“Who doesn’t remember you?” Alex mock-whispered right back, eyeing Kara oddly.

“Lena, the woman, the PB&J woman,” Kara explained, rolling her eyes when Alex’s confusion only cleared at the last explanation.

“You mean your crush,” Alex supplied easily, motioning for Kara to go on.

Kara felt her brow furrow further, and she went crossed-eyed as she followed Alex reaching out and pressing against her forehead with her eyes. “I don’t have a crush,” she denied, refocusing her gaze. Alex made a noncommittal sound, lips pressing together. “I don’t,” Kara insisted.

“I think your crush is wondering where her coffee and sandwich is, Kara,” Alex said, motioning with a tilt of her head towards Lena. “If it bothers you so much, just talk to her.”

“Right. Right. Just talk to her.”

(She hyped herself up as she took Lena’s coffee and sandwich to her, but when the woman gave her a small smile, her eyes meeting Kara’s just briefly before she turned back to her phone, Kara chickened out.

Lena deserved to eat her sandwich in peace, and Kara had already made enough of a fool of herself for one day.)

x

Lena’s presence at the diner began to become regular.

Or rather, it became expectedly unexpected. She showed up several times a week without fail, but the times she showed up were maddenly strange. Once, it was in the middle of the night, another the wee hours of the morning, another in the mid-afternoon, and yet another time smack dab in the middle of the dinner rush. Every time she showed up, she looked exhausted, sleep-deprived, and totally out of it.

And every time, without fail, she ordered her PB&J and two coffees and reintroduced herself before asking Kara for her name.

It drove Kara mad. It made her feel oddly endeared. It left her anxiously waiting for the next time Lena would walk into the diner.

(Mon-El found the whole thing incredibly hilarious. Nia and Brainy, video calling from National City to express how much they missed Kara, immediately noticed she was distracted and kept her eyes on the diner’s entrance, and made fun of her constantly after that.

And Alex? Alex rolled her eyes, sighed, and generally made a big deal of it, but every time Lena walked through the door, Alex would let Kara get her table.

For Kara’s part, she endured the teasing and the laughing without comment, but she rather thought she gave herself away when she made sure to always have a tub of peanut butter on hand, just for Lena.)

x

They talked beyond the normal ‘what can I get you?’ after one month of Lena’s inconsistently consistent visits to the diner.

She came in, her shoes and coat drenched, her umbrella a broken mess, dripping rainwater onto the linoleum floor. There were purple bags under her eyes, her skin paler than normal, and she heaved a thankful sigh when Kara grabbed a handful of paper towels and handed it to her.

(Kara tried very hard to be respectful and avert her eyes, but it was easy to get distracted by the rainwater trailing down Lena’s neck.)

“Pretty bad storm, huh?” Kara said stupidly, the sound of thunder cracking right at that moment, as if to highlight the obviousness of her statement. “I, um, I live above the diner? So I could get you some dry clothes? If you wanted?”

Lena paused her efforts at patting herself dry, and she stared at Kara with a slightly ajar mouth. “You guys take customer service pretty seriously, don’t you?” she said finally, chuckling. Kara, whose cheeks were bright red, crossed her arms over her chest and forced out a laugh.

“Oh, um, well. You know. Only the best for our regulars.”

(Dumb, Kara thought. That was so dumb.)

“I—” Lena began, but Kara would never know what she intended to say, because right at that moment, Alex showed up, mop in hand.

“You’re dripping on our floors, Lena,” she said, not unkindly, maneuvering her mop in such a way that Lena was forced to take a step closer to Kara—nearly brushing up against her. Not for the first time, Kara was simultaneously annoyed and grateful for her sister’s meddling.

“I’m so sorry,” Lena rushed out, realizing in that moment that her notebook was also sopping wet, the crestfallen expression on her face feeling like a knife twisting in Kara’s chest. “I hadn’t realized how much rain there was, I can just go—”

“—wait, no. Don’t go.” Kara avoided Alex’s gaze entirely, choosing to stare at her shoes instead. “I’ll grab you some clothes and a hairdryer so you can dry off your notebook, and Alex will get you something to eat. Two coffees and a PB&J, right?” Kara looked up, her breath catching just a little when she noticed Lena’s expression: curious, confused, and coy.

“Is that really okay?” she asked, seeming more than a little unsure. Kara nodded quickly, shooting Alex a look and making her nod as well.

“You’re Kara’s favorite regular,” Alex said unhelpfully, grinning when Kara glared at her. “Of course it’s okay.” Lena frowned.

“Oh, sorry, have we met before?”

(And oh, it was like a punch to the gut.

How could someone forget this many times?)

“Don’t worry about it, Lena,” Kara said with a grin, trying to find the humor in it somehow. “Let’s get you dry first.”

(And later, when Lena left while still wearing Kara’s favorite National City University sweatshirt, Kara just sighed.

And later, when Alex asked if she got Lena’s number and Kara confessed she didn’t think to ask, Alex let out a groan so loud that all their customers turned to give her an odd look.)

x

Two days later, Lena came into the diner wearing Kara’s sweatshirt.

She fell asleep at her table while waiting for her coffee and sandwich, and when Kara gently woke her up she gave Kara a brilliant smile and asked, “Did you know there’s a diner in Midvale that has the best PB&Js in the world?”

“You really need some rest,” Kara replied softly, but Lena’s focus had shifted to her coffee.

And Kara just let it be.

x

“Can I get three coffees?” Lena asked the next time she came in, nearing midnight. Kara hadn’t even had this shift, but thanks to a new system developed by Alex, whoever happened to be working when Lena came in had the obligation to text Kara (who would, embarrassingly enough, toss her apron on and rush downstairs to the diner in order to serve her favorite customer—a customer who still could not remember all the times Kara had introduced herself).

“Three? Are you trying to sleep even less now?”

“I sleep,” Lena defended, though she didn’t sound like she believed her own words. “No,” she continued, shaking her head as if to physically dispel Kara’s distracting words, “one is for you.”

“For me?” Kara could hardly believe her own two ears. Was the pining and the hoping finally paying off? “You want to have coffee with me?”

“Only if you’re not busy, um, Kara,” Lena said, eyes dropping to Kara’s hastily pinned nametag, apparently completely missing Kara’s overjoyed tone and the way her face fell as she realized Lena didn’t actually remember her. “It’s just—this thing I’m working on is a pain, and sometimes talking it out can help. But I don’t have anyone I can talk to so I thought...well, you’ve been so nice, and I figured I’d ask.” She bit her lip, then hid her face behind her hands. “It was a dumb idea, I’m so sorry.”

“No,” Kara sighed, feeling bad for this woman, and wondering if she should do some research on the effects of sleep deprivation. “No, I can be your sounding board. Let me get your coffee and sandwich, okay?”

(They talked well into the morning—or well, Lena talked. And Kara learned so much. She learned Lena was in Midvale only for the summer, that she had to go back to National City in the fall. She learned Lena was in the middle of what could be a groundbreaking scientific breakthrough on reversing climate change, but that her brother had all but abandoned her in the effort.

She learned that Lena was smart. She was intelligent—talking about theories and principles that Kara had always thought only Alex would ever discuss with her—but she was more than that. She had a whip-like wit, she was clever, funny, and just plain brilliant.

But more than anything, Kara learned about how much Lena cared. She talked passionately about the issues she thought science could solve, admitted she prioritized her work over sleep rather regularly, spending the strangest sort of hours at the lab she’d outfitted in Midvale. She mentioned how much she wanted to just do, how she just wanted to help people, in any way she could.

And if Kara wasn’t in trouble before, well. She definitely was now.)

x

Lena walked into the diner one late afternoon, looking haggard and exhausted, and Kara couldn’t help but laugh as she brought her coffee and a sandwich.

“You can’t remember refills are free or that my name is Kara, but you can remember to come to this diner?”

“Don’t tell anyone,” Lena said conspiratorially, not even looking over at Kara, clearly too tired to have even noticed who was talking to her, “but I think I have a crush on the waitress.”

“Wanna know a secret?” Alex called from the other side of the diner. “The waitress has a crush on you, too.”

Kara turned to shoot her sister a glare, so she missed the smile that spread on Lena’s face.

x

“Did you know that I’m only here in Midvale for the summer?” Lena asked Kara sullenly one early morning, a despondent expression on her face as she looked at her sandwich.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned,” Kara chuckled, moving to sit across from Lena.

(This was new—staying with Lena and chatting with her as she drank her coffee and ate her sandwich. Alex rolled her eyes every time she noticed, and if Eliza didn’t own the diner, Kara was pretty sure she’d be fired.

But although Lena could never fully remember what they talked about, she seemed to enjoy the company.)

“I’ve had my best meals here. I’ll miss it.”

“I genuinely worry if you eat at all when you’re not here if these are your best meals,” Kara confessed, watching with slight amusement as Lena drained the last of her coffee.

“It’s less the food and more the company, really,” Lena said as she put her coffee cup down, her eyes meeting Kara’s briefly.

“How many hours of sleep did you get last night?”

“Hmm?”

“So none?”

“I plead the fifth, your honor,” Lena muttered, averting her gaze. This drew another chuckle out of Kara.

“Come on, why do you bother with flirting when you’re so sleep deprived you won’t remember it anyway?”

Lena let out a soft sigh, meeting Kara’s eyes once more. “It’s the principle of the thing,” she breathed out.

Kara’s heart stuttered and she didn’t protest again.

x

“Kara, your girlfriend can’t nap at the table,” Alex said tiredly the next afternoon, pointing to where Lena was sitting, head pillowed by her arms, her breathing slow and deep. Kara rolled her eyes in response, making no move to go wake Lena up. Alex snorted. “Didn’t deny the girlfriend part though, did you?”

x

“Can I get—”

“A PB&J and two coffees?” Kara finished for Lena, holding up the plate in her hand and setting down a cup of coffee. “Refills are free, just so you know.”

“Right, right. I forgot,” Lena chuckled, cheeks reddening. “You know Jeremiah’s has—”

“—the best PB&Js in the world? So you’ve said,” Kara finished with a smile, sitting down across from Lena at her table. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

“No,” Lena admitted sheepishly, taking a sip of her coffee and closing her eyes at the taste—or more likely, at the introduction of caffeine into her system. “I had an idea last night, but nothing I tried would work. I think maybe I need to—why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re interested,” Lena supplied, eyes narrowing just a little.

“We talk about your work pretty often, Lena. Of course I’m interested.” Lena nodded, but she looked uneasy, even suspicious. For a wild moment, Kara wondered if she was in that Adam Sandler movie, and the very thought made her feel a tad nauseous. “I know you forget some details, but you know we talk, don’t you?”

Lena rolled her eyes. “Of course I do, Kara,” she said, waving Kara’s concern off easily. “I just—why are you interested?”

“In what?”

“In me?”

“Is that a trick question?” Kara asked, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest. She knew her crinkle was making a stellar comeback, despite having mostly been held at bay by Lena’s near constant presence at the diner and the hope she’d been nursing in a tiny corner of her heart. Did Lena really not realize how much Kara, well, liked her?

“No, I just—” She cut herself off, looking more tired than ever. “I guess I don’t understand. I’m just some random customer who stole your sweatshirt and talks about work all the time. I don’t get why you’d bother.”

(Kara’s heart broke. Because Lena clearly didn’t realize how amazing she was.

And Kara suddenly knew she had to do everything in her power to make Lena see the light.)

“Because you’re incredible,” she said, not quite thinking it through. Or perhaps, she was thinking it and just chose to say it aloud. In any event, it had its desired effect: Lena’s eyes widened and she was shocked enough that she didn’t seem inclined to interrupt. So Kara rushed on. “I mean, you drink entirely too much coffee. You definitely need to sleep more. And I’m a little worried about your diet, and coming from me, that means your diet is really bad. But, gosh, Lena. You’re brilliant.”

“I really don’t think—” Lena tried, her cheeks bright red, but Kara wasn’t anywhere close to done.

“—you’re witty and kind and so smart. You care about so much, and you get this funny look on your face every time I have to remind you that refills are free, and when you’re really passionate about something, you wave your hands around. Also you snore a bit, but it’s the good kind, you know?”

“I snore? Wait, there’s a good kind of snoring?” Lena muttered, but Kara was on a roll.

“Sometimes when you laugh, you let out a snort, and that means you actually found it funny. And when you remember you’re talking about something we’ve already talked about, you duck your head and mumble, but then continue talking about it anyway. Why do I bother?” Kara asked rhetorically. “I’d be crazy not to.”

For nearly a whole minute, Lena was silent, and for a moment, Kara worried she’d been too much, revealed too much. But then, a smile broke on Lena’s face—wide, uninhibited, and overwhelmed. “Well, tell me how you really feel, why don’t you,” she joked, going for smug but managing only awe.

“I’m never going to get my sweatshirt back, am I?” Kara asked, dropping the topic they were on, both to spare Lena any further blushing (the red reaching past her ears and down her neck) and also to hide the depths of her own feelings (though she was rather sure that was a lost cause at this point).

“Nope,” Lena said, stressing the pop in the word and returning to her coffee.

x

“I was twelve the first time I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you know,” Lena informed her conversationally one night. She kept her tone purposefully light, but Kara could tell it was taking a lot more effort for her to speak than normal. Her eyes were dull, the bags beneath her eyes still prominent but not quite purple like they’d been earlier in the summer. It looked like, in all honesty, that she’d had a decent amount of sleep recently, but for whatever reason, that didn’t translate to her mood.

“Twelve? That’s pretty late in the game,” Kara offered, chewing on her lip. She’d had her first PB&J when she was fourteen, so she wasn’t really in much of a position to judge. Then again, considering she didn’t even know the things existed until after she landed on this planet, she thought she could be excused.

“My adoptive parents were...well, strict,” Lena explained, shrugging. She was on her third cup of coffee, idly tearing at the sandwich in front of her, not having taken a single bite since she had it placed in front of her. “They were more into forcing my brother and I to pretend we liked foie gras and caviar at their silly functions than they were into feeding us something we may actually like.”

“Foie gras, huh,” Kara repeated, trying hard not to say anything. And yet: “Isn’t that when they—”

“Yup, that’s it.”

“Huh.”

“One night, after barely eating anything at one of these functions, my parents sent my brother and I to bed. You know, kind of like that scene in Sound of Music, except without the singing.”

“I’m sure it was adorable anyway,” Kara said lightly, hoping to make Lena smile. It worked: Lena’s lips quirked, and her eyes—so lifeless when they were usually so full of light—brightened just a bit.

“We decided we’d sneak into the kitchen. Get some real food from the staff. Something, you know?” Lena continued, urged on by Kara’s nodding. “But our nanny caught us.”

“Oh. So it actually was like Sound of Music,” Kara blurted out, unable to help her silly joke. Her view of Lena suddenly had morphed—she saw a lonely girl adopted into a rich family, and the obvious admiration in her voice for her brother taking on a tinge of melancholy as Kara remembered their relationship was strained. And it made her sad.

(Kara was no stranger to pain or sorrow, but she had always been able to comfort herself and surround herself with those she loved and loved her.

But who loved Lena?)

“She was furious at us,” Lena continued, only raising an eyebrow at Kara’s interruption, though her lips had quirked once more. “If we’d gotten caught by my father—or worse, my mother—she would have lost her job.” She let out a sigh, a frown tugging at her tiny smile until it evaporated completely, her brows furrowing, and her eyes shifting to the ceiling. “I told her what we were doing, why we weren’t in bed, and she got this look on her face. I can’t explain it.” Lena finally noticed she’d shredded her sandwich into an unrecognizable mess, and she withdrew her hands from the table, though Kara could tell she was still fidgeting with them in her lap. “She had her own small room. Had outfitted it with one of those mini-fridges and a burner plate, so she could avoid taking meals in the kitchen. I didn’t realize until much later that she had wanted to stay out of my mother’s way as much as possible.”

“Oh Lena,” Kara muttered, hearing the self-disgust in Lena’s tone, and not knowing what to do or say.

“So she took us to her room. Showed us her stash of peanut butter. Made us as many sandwiches as we wanted that night. She swore us to secrecy—my mother would never have approved of it, I don’t even think she allowed peanut butter in the house.” Lena stopped suddenly, the slight amusement in her tone dissipating as she took in a deep breath. “It didn’t matter anyway. She was fired soon after.” Lena sighed again and fell silent.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Kara asked quietly when the silence stretched out for several long minutes, Lena clearly lost in thought.

“I just—it was the first time I vividly remember someone doing something kind just for the sake of being kind,” Lena explained slowly, her eyes meeting Kara’s. “I named the environmental initiative after her, you know. The BETH Project. But right as I’m about to make a breakthrough—” She stopped, groaned, dropping her head to the table. “My brother cut funding. Decided he wants LuthorCorp to focus on other endeavours. He says this is a waste of time.” Her voice was slightly muffled by the wooden table, but her words were crystal clear.

(And suddenly, a lot of things made sense: Lena’s money, her genius, her relationship with her brother, the fact she could just up and go to a small town in order to work on her research.

She was Lena Luthor, as in one of the smartest people in the world.

And Kara had been too busy feeding her sandwiches and falling in love with her to notice.)

“When did this happen?” Kara asked, her thoughts straying to something else. After all, if her research had been defunded, did that mean Lena would leave?

“Yesterday. After I got off the phone with him, I just...slept. For I think eighteen hours straight. I just—I’m wanted back soon, and I realized that I’d like to be here as much as possible until then.” She raised her head, eyeing Kara warily, as if worried Kara would react poorly to the confession.

(Kara’s heart thudded in her chest, practically pounding against her ribs, and for a moment she felt a little dizzy.

Lena wanted to be here as much as possible.)

“Well, the diner is always open to you,” Kara managed, giving Lena a grin.

“I’m not exactly here for the diner,” Lena laughed, the normal glint, light, brightness of her eyes reappearing. “I only ever came here again after the first time because of you.” Something must have shown on her face, because Lena’s smile widened just a bit. “You went out of your way to get me something not even on the menu. Kind for the sake of being kind.”

Kara felt guilt twist in her chest for a moment, deciding almost immediately to come clean. “It wasn’t like that,” she admitted, wrinkling her nose. “You’re, um, really pretty. Did you know that?” If she thought this would make Lena get up and storm off, if she thought it would scare her away, Kara was sorely mistaken.

It made Lena chuckle, made her place one of her hands back on the table, palm up—a clear invitation.

“I had similar thoughts about you when I kept coming back,” Lena informed her.

(So Kara took her hand.)

x

“I saw you two holding hands,” Alex said with a grin a few hours later, Kelly shaking her head in amusement behind her. “So did you finally ask her out?”

Kara scoffed. “Of course not. She’s Lena Luthor. Why would she want to date me?”

From the kitchen, Mon-El let out a loud, annoyed groan, Alex sighed tiredly, and Kelly chuckled victoriously.

“You owe me twenty bucks,” she informed her girlfriend, looking mighty pleased with herself.

Alex, however, was focused on Kara. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, frowning. “She makes those eyes at you, and you still don’t realize she likes you?”

(And well, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t that Kara didn’t realize. She suspected her feelings were returned but, well….

Lena was changing the world, and Kara was still struggling with the sting of Snapper dropping her from the internship with his newspaper.)

“It’s fine, Alex,” Kelly interjected, looking from Kara to her girlfriend and her instincts to help kicking in. “Maybe we should give Kara some space.”

x

Lena stopped coming in at inconsistently consistent times. Rather, she showed up at Kara’s shifts, and then came up with things for them to do when Kara wasn’t working.

(She was no longer sleep-deprived and forgetful. She focused on Kara’s every word, seemingly endlessly interested in what Kara had to say, and she never seemed to tire of Kara’s presence.

It was wonderful. More than wonderful. Kara was at a loss to explain it.)

These ‘dates’ as Alex called them were going incredibly well. Until one afternoon, when Kara was sitting across from Lena as she took her break, and her hands clenched into fists when a guy who clearly wasn’t from Midvale walked over to their table, and grinned down at Lena.

“Hey,” he said, making a strange movement with his head, chin jutting out. “You come here often?”

(What a terrible line. What a terrible, terrible, terrible—)

“I do, actually,” Lena responded, her eyes on Kara. “I have a crush on the waitress.”

“Right,” said the guy, though he looked confused. After a moment, when it became clear neither Kara nor Lena would say anything else (or even look at him), he made the strange movement with his head again and returned to his own table.

“Sorry,” Lena said once he was gone, eyes still focused on Kara, running her teeth over her bottom lip. “Men, right?” she said, as if they were in on a joke.

“Ah, the perils of being an attractive woman,” Kara offered, forcing her hands to unclench, trying to keep up with the light tone, not sure if she was so angry because she was jealous or because that guy felt he had the right to come up and try to talk to Lena when Kara was right there, when she was...well, a friend?

“Do you think I’m attractive?” Lena asked, her voice full of something Kara couldn’t quite name, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Everyone thinks you’re attractive,” Kara said, eyes finding that guy again and glaring.

“Right. But do you?”

(It felt like a test. And when Kara turned back to her, Lena looked so invested in the answer.

And she felt herself give in.)

“Why wouldn’t I be included in ‘everyone?’” she tried, hedging just a bit more.

“I don’t care what ‘everyone’ thinks. I care what you think.”  

Kara heaved a deep breath, trying to control her pounding heart. “Obviously, I think you’re attractive,” she admitted, thinking it was worth saying when Lena’s expression turned utterly pleased.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you’re attractive too.”

(And it did.

Make Kara feel better.)

x

They were outside the back entrance of the diner, sitting on the steps with their knees drawn up to their chests.

“Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow?” Kara asked softly, wishing she didn’t have to break the silence between them. Lena’s shoulder was pressed against hers, and despite the hot, muggy day, she didn’t quite mind it. In fact, she moved closer, wanting as much of Lena as she could get before she had to go without her.

“The NC branch of LuthorCorp needs someone to head it. Lex has asked me. He’s been acting strangely lately, I don’t feel comfortable saying no to him right now.”

“You know, it’s funny,” Kara mumbled, staring at her shoes, determinedly not thinking about Lena leaving, “I wasn’t even supposed to be here this summer. But my internship was scrapped because Snapper Carr and Lois Lane are working on some exposé to do with arms deals.” She looked over at Lena with a smile. “Is it terrible that I’m sort of glad now? I mean, I needed Snapper’s recommendation, so I’ll never get to work for Cat Grant, but I met you. It seems...worth it.”

“I have some connections,” Lena said, bumping her shoulder against Kara’s. “I could talk to Cat Grant for you.”

“My cousin offered too, but no. I want to get a job with her on my own merits.”

“You’ll get one. She’ll be crazy not to hire you.”

Kara smiled gratefully and they lapsed into silence, hands tangled between them. But as the seconds stretched into minutes, Lena seemed increasingly...agitated.

“You live in National City, right?” she asked suddenly, pulling away rather abruptly and roughly.

“Y-yeah,” Kara answered, a little confused.

“And you’ll be back in National City once your term starts? What two weeks from now?”

“Yes?”

“Then why are we acting like this is the last time we’ll see each other?” She sounded a little...well, angry. Kara blinked in confusion.

“Lena...you’re a prodigy. You have like a dozen degrees—”

“—don’t exaggerate—”

“—you’re going to be in charge of the LuthorCorp branch in National City. And I’m just a journalism student without career prospects after graduation.”

(And an alien. But she figured that conversation could wait.)

“Kara, stop,” Lena hissed, turning slightly so that she was facing Kara completely. Kara missed her warmth. “Listen, it’s really simple. I like you. I really like you. Do you like me?”

Kara was too shocked by the bluntness of the question and the forcefulness of the way Lena had expressed her own feelings to think too hard about what words came out of her mouth next. “I—yes, of course I do, how could I not?”

“Then would you do me a favor?”

“Yeah—yes, of course. Anything.”

“Would you promise that you’ll ask me out on a real date when we’re both in National City and then could you please, please, just kiss me?”

(It took a moment for Kara to comprehend the request, but when she finally did she was all too happy to comply.

And if she did it in the reverse order—well, neither of them much minded.)

#supergirl #fanfic #new #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp

[zhanenova]

Zeyanova The Movie: Traveling to Skyrim (Pre-Beginning) Additional Scene

The beginning of the main storyline felt week, I thought up of something better, a improve start of the plot.

Tobias = Tob Zhane = Z Xander = Xan Jeremiah = Jere Roland = Rolo

Narrator: There's is 5 gentlemen who love anime and gaming so much, they often go to the chatbox every evening to discuss what's new news of Anime/Video Game Universe. They're all kept crazily hype of what's coming next in the industry.

*Scene of the Earth*

"Brisbine, Aus"

*scene of Tobias works at the grocery store in the checkout stand*

Tob: Have a good one. *Buyer walked out happily*

Tob: (Man, this is my 2nd year being a employee, 4 years since I graduated high school huh?) (No worries, this shall go away when I'm with the guys at the chatbox later this evening.)

*Scene of Roland in his room*

Rolo: OMG... I have alots of studying to do for the mid-term.. I can't miss this up! I know, I did 2-3 page reading at the time. Overall, this don't manner, as long we have this chatbox happens every evening we go to!

Scene at the Library and Xan sitting down reading*

Xan: I have to get this done by tomorrow, man homework is a pain. College is a pain more then high school. I can't wait to get home to reach out the guys in the chat.

"California, USA"

*Zhane is at the public library browsing some comics*

Z: Wow, my local public library has awesome selection to check out. I can't wait to tell the chat what I saw!

"London, UK"

*Jeremiah is at the street traveling*

Jere: London always have a beautiful street as always. Like cars and people like in the New York City. I know Japan is the best and all. I'm into my city more. Let's see if few guys in the chat also experience it.

*scene of the guys enter their home showing different multi scene of the guys*

Jere: Home sweet home. beautiful scenes in my town as always.

Xan: *Went in* Now my homework is out of the way, let's see who's present at the chat.

Z: Man, hanging at the chat is never a dull moment.

Tob: Let's see what's the guy's up to.

Rolo: Time to see if my friends checked out any new anime.

*All turned on there PC* *typing the chatbox site name* *enter the key button* *they're all in*

Z: Hey all! Tob: Hi! Xan: Hey! Rolo: Hi all! Jere: Hi Everyone! Tob: Any new Anime? Rolo: Other then Attack On Titan Trailer? I got nothing. Z: Have you tried Sword Art Online yet? Jere: I am, I love the series so far. Xan: Forgot about that, I will soon. Tob: That series is dope but it's one heck of the scare! Rolo: Oh yeah! It's where players pretend to be in the Video game world. Saw the first ep and I got to say, it gotten dark.

Jere: Say who has been to Japan?

*guys thinking of the time they saw each other but rather kept it a secret for now* Tob: I have. Z: I did. Xan: Yes I have. Rolo: Never been there.

Tob: It was... a interesting time in my life! Xan: School is much different then mine. Z: I have discovered the biggest Wal-Mart over there. I got to something they sell awesome product then the one I'm living at. Jere: City is beautiful, like the one that's in anime's.

Jere: I was thinking... We should meet up at the airport and head to Japan to experience together this time! Tob: Brilliant idea! Z: Word! Xan: Let's go then! Rolo: This is so hype! Japan, here we come!

Tob: Let me do the honor of saying it in my own way. Z: The more the better.

Tob: You all ready for this?

Jere: Just say it!

Tobias: Let’s travel to Japan, we’re going to travel at the Northern side of Japan. Let’s pack up and do it right now! I’ll wait for you guys at the Airport. Zhane: Seriously!? Oh man I’m on my way! Xander: Awesome! I will be on my way then. Jeremiah: Will pack up and be there in a jiff. Tobias: That’s settle it then.

Check out the rest here: https://mozinez.tumblr.com/post/623886138451607552/zeyanova-the-movie-traveling-to-skyrim-scene

#original story #original #The Chronicles of Narnia #The Elder Scrolls #The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim #Skyrim #JRPG #rpg #JRPG games #Role Playing Game #action adventure #mighty morphin power rangers #ability #super heroes #comedy #hitman #MMPR #Japan #Tokyo #travel #traveling #fantasy #anime #The Avengers #X-men #marvel #Chatbox #movie #film

[jellydishes]

i was tagged by @hollyand-writes for fic back friday! thank you! :> i'll be tagging @autobot-scout-riella and @crimsiswrites and @jonbinary

Fic Back Friday: Take an older fic (or art for my artist friends) from about a year ago or older even and talk about it, show it off and hype it up. 

i'm choosing to talk about my fic Perfect, which is a bittersweet story about bethany hawke's first crush and her fear of being discovered as a mage even back then. i had a lot of fun writing this one and cycling between a child's voice as well as the complicated feelings that bethany was already having instilled in her about who to trust and when:

Bethany Hawke fell in love when she was six years old with a girl from the neighboring Chasind encampment just down the road. Her name was Ashwyn Fallow, and to Bethany, she was perfect. “We’re going to get married,” she announced at dinner with a proud tilt of her head, sending the untidy braids Ashwyn had plaited into her hair tumbling over her shoulders.

Her mama and papa smiled and congratulated her, asking her when the wedding was. Carver pouted and kicked her under the table when she said that it was going to be on her birthday. “And Carver isn’t invited,” she added, glaring at him across the table. He kicked her again, and the pair of them descended into a squabbling, kicking mess until papa tugged their chairs farther apart, saying something about baby birds learning to mind their beaks.

That night, Bethany asked Andraste to make it so they wouldn’t have to move again. “I’ll be very very good,” she whispered into her pillow. She asked Andraste because everyone knew the Maker was a boy, and Andraste had had two whole boyfriends if you counted the Maker, so she would understand. “I won’t put frogs in Carver’s smalls anymore, not for a whole week.” She sealed the promise with spit in her hand, but since Andraste didn’t have a hand to clap together, she did it to herself.

“What’re you doing, Bethy?” Carver murmured from the other side of the bed. Bethany reached out a wet hand and patted his cheek.

“Getting married, Carver,” she said patiently, because it was obvious, wasn’t it?

“Okay. Just do it quieter.”

Bethany fell asleep dreaming of thick black braids and a gap-toothed grin. The next morning Bethany hurried through her chores as fast as she could, though she had to do them over again after putting the chicken eggs into the pig trough. Mama scolded her and whipped a dishcloth in her direction, but let her go with only a pat on the head when Bethany told her she was going to visit her wife.

Bethany skipped through the woods to the camp, with a light in her eyes and a bounce in her step. She greeted each of the clan members by name when she passed the borders of the camp, but it wasn’t until she saw Ashwyn that she broke into a run.

Ashwyn had her hair run through with little jangling things today, and as soon as she saw Bethany she pursed her lips in an exaggeratedly serious face the way her elders did when they were in town. She couldn’t hold it for long, though, and soon broke into that familiar grin that Bethany knew she would come home to every day. “I dreamed about you,” she said, and Bethany’s heart went pitter-pat.

“What did you dream?" Bethany asked, reaching for Ashwyn’s hand without thought, the way you would reach for water or a butterfly. Ashwyn took it halfway there and swung it, beaming that gap-toothed smile.

“I dreamed you were a mage,” Ashwyn laughed. “Isn’t that funny?” She kept on laughing, even when Bethany did not.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” Bethany said stiffly, tugging her hand away. Her face felt hot and her tummy was twisting itself up in knots.

“Don’t you like mages?” Ashwyn was frowning again, but this time she looked puzzled, and hurt. “I like them. I talk to our shaman when I have bad dreams, and she says-”

“I don’t care what she says,” Bethany said loudly, thrusting her hands behind her back so Ashwyn wouldn’t see them shake. Bethany remembered seeing a mage in the gibbet at the last crossroads, and the look on papa’s face when he said they had to be careful. That mages could be hurt. That they could die. “Mages are awful, the chantry says so. Mages are bad, and scary, and-”

Ashwyn’s face went pale and then red. “That’s not true!”

“-the chantry says that they eat babies and cavort with demons, and-”

Ashwyn shoved Bethany hard in the chest, making her stumble back. “Go away!” Ashwyn shouted. Her cheeks were wet. If Bethany had felt her own, she’d have that hers were the same. “Go away go away go away!”

Bethany was already running.

The next week, papa said it was time to move again. Bethany thought about saying good-bye to Ashwyn, but everything happened so fast that she only had time to whisper it into her hands. “I love my wife, Ashwyn Fallow,” she told Andraste. Her voice was tiny and tinier. “She is smart and brave and likes mages, like my papa. Keep her safe, Andraste.” She patted the whisper into the ground, and then got to her feet to help with the chickens.

Bethany Hawke fell in love when she was six years old with a boy from a neighboring farm just down the road. His name was Jeremiah, and to Bethany, he was perfect.

#Bethany Hawke #Dragon Age #fic back friday